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Eyes fluttering open, orange light was quick to obscure your vision with her cozy hue as you gave the main hall a hazy once over. Immediately, you were surrounded by a sweltering heat that made you uncomfortable, however, you quickly found yourself unable to move away from it. Individual hairs prickled at your neck till you remembered there was a thick, fur blanket draped over your shoulders. The warmth coming from the roaring fire, though you had found it comfortable at one point, had begun to make you sweat. You tried to move again, till something poked you in the hip. Far from your lap, laid a small novel that had been tossed aside in your slumber and was now closer to the floor than it was to you.
Yawning, you soon heard a series of soft rumbles from above you, which caused you to rub the sleep from your eyes. A small smile came upon your lips shortly after.
On the huge chaise in the main hall, you lounged sprawled out on Alcina’s lap with your head comfortably cushioned by the pillow of her breasts and the softness of her gown. Alcina, who was still fast asleep, had a protective hand placed over your swollen belly. Large in comparison, her palm nearly consumed the entire swell of your stomach, but it was not alone. Three more pairs of hands guarded your abdomen; one was nearly on top of Alcina’s, another cupped the bottom near your belly button, and the last only had two fingers that remained, for it had fallen down from its original position at the start of the nap. You followed the hands and arms with your eyes, till they were set upon their owners and you couldn’t help the content that bloomed in your chest.
Daniela, Bela, and Cassandra all snoozed lazily at your side, bundled in a heaping mountain of blankets as they snored in tune with their mother.
The four of them never let you out of their sight. After coming to the tentative conclusion you were with the Countess’s child – which had yet to be formally confirmed but was highly suspected for obvious physical reasons – all the Dimitrescu women took it personally upon themselves to make sure you never went anywhere alone. Nor ate alone, walked alone, slept alone, or even used the toilet alone. Independent in nature as you were, you were still getting used to your newfound lack of privacy.
Without warning, a stiff grumble jerked you from your thoughts. Looking down, you huffed with a waning smile at the bump in your stomach.
“Hungry are we, little one?” You asked in a soft tone.
From the beginning, your pregnancy started off as pure happiness and glee, but it wasn’t long after the discovery that it rapidly spiraled into a slope of misery and worry. Some of your symptoms you supposed were normal, but you were unable to eat hardly anything at all without vomiting. The vicious cycle was brutal and persistent and left you dropping weight by the week, not to mention the severe abdominal pain you experienced daily. You were certain Alcina was going to go grey in her worry, if she even could go grey, that is. Since early December you’d lost close to thirty-five pounds, which was a startling amount for how little body fat you already had. You were lethargic to the point of finding daily living cheerless and, therefore, resorted to lounging about the castle most days instead of going about your normally energetic business. No one, not even Alcina, knew how to help you or what to do, as a pregnancy of this caliber was unheard of and the only person who could possibly be of any assistance persisted in her refusal to be bothered. Many a night you had stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, simply listening with defeated tears in your eyes to Alcina’s unspoken guilt spurn her anger as she hissed over the phone, desperately trying to reach someone who might be able to help you. The situation itself was a delicate and unique one that required a professional with a knowledge base that was otherwise a global secret. The odds were slim, if not nonexistent, and you and Alcina both knew it.
It shamed you to know that what should’ve been such a joyful time made you feel such pain, and by association, caused your lover to look at you with tongueless self-reproach where she should’ve beamed with pride.
Thoughts of what you considered your failure made you sigh, heart heavy like cinder blocks in your chest. Looking back and forth at your family, you quickly cooked up a plan to try and reach the kitchen for your baby’s sake. Considering you knew you’d fallen asleep without eating against your lover’s wishes, you figured it was best not to wake her or the girls. Perhaps Alcina might even praise you when she woke.
Skillfully, you managed to somehow remove yourself from their collective cuddle pile. Their combined body heat was too much for you anyway.
With great care, you levied Alcina’s arm from around your waist, ducked under it, and placed it back in her lap where you once laid. With a loud snore, the large woman stirred slightly and you waited for her to rise and proceed to become your second shadow, but she merely wrinkled her nose and mumbled something unintelligible before settling into the chaise again.
A lopsided smile came about on your expression. You motioned to your belly in an attempt to forget your melancholy, then looked to Alcina’s sleeping form and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
“I know you’re trying,” you whispered in her ear, lips grazed by the obsidian strands of her dark hair.
You then set off towards the kitchen as briskly as you could muster, hoping to return before Alcina and the girls woke. You didn’t even bother to check the time.
It was the weekend, much to your thanks, and most of the castle staff had either returned to their homes in the village or resided in servant’s quarters. As a result, it didn’t much surprise you that you encountered not a soul on your way. Only a few members remained on staff every weekend to maintain basic castle functions, but it was clear they were either away doing other chores at the moment or in bed already, leaving you the prime opportunity for a sliver of much-needed independence.
Padding your way on bare feet in loose pajamas, it took you no time to arrive in the kitchens without being heard. You carefully opened the double doors and were rounding the corner by the stoves when you felt a sharp pressure come from your abdomen, which caused you to squeak a bit. You held your stomach hesitantly, ears tuned in to the living area. You waited for another kick, but the movement was gone almost as soon as it arrived.
“Sheesh,” you said, teeth tight as you clutched the growing swell. You peeked down and placed a hand between the bottom of your stomach and hip.
“What’s going on in there little one?”
In response, you were given another swift kick from inside your womb, which was arguably a bit harder than the first. You rubbed your belly in an attempt to soothe your child within.
While you were hardly huge yet, it was obvious that you were showing. According to some of Alcina’s aged maternity books, though you had calculated that you were roughly three months along, your baby bump was much larger than it should be. Combined with your rapid weight loss, Alcina was beyond concerned while you grew more agitated and lethargic by the day. One morning, you’d had a fit when you couldn’t squeeze into your normal work trousers any longer, which Alcina promptly used as the perfect opportunity to buy you new maternity wear like she had wanted to all along despite your protests.
Another jolt from your lower stomach caused you to shake off your persistent inner monologue.
“Hey now, you’re quite feisty this evening. Let’s eat, but no more kicking, that hurts mama,” you cooed.
Your words seemed to pacify your offspring long enough for your to rummage through the large walk-in pantry. Eventually, you arrived victorious with a bag of dried beef, a jar of peanut butter, and a cup of instant Mac n’ cheese. After heating up the noodles, you took a seat at the kitchen table with your rather strange assortment of food and began to tentatively eat away. You finished the Mac n’ cheese quickly and hoped that would be enough to satisfy your baby’s appetite, but you were swiftly proven wrong when a jab came from your uterus.
“Cheesy stuff not doing it for you tonight?” You smiled lightly, but let out a stark huff when you were once again met with a kick. “Okay, okay, let’s try the beef jerky then.”
After wolfing down the dried meat, which you knew would cause you to have horrible morning sickness later, you rested in peace for several minutes. You even thought you were in the clear, till two consecutive little prods came from your belly. Sighing, you dropped your shoulders in defeat.
“We have one more shot at this kiddo before you make me vomit,” you expressed nervously, picking up the jar of peanut butter.
Typically, peanut butter was your go-to since it was the only thing you didn’t immediately vomit up, so you had high hopes this would work. Grabbing the spoon beside the jar, you took a healthy spoonful and swallowed the gob down in a few bites. You waited a few moments with both hands on your stomach. Sighing a breath of relief when no punishment came, you scooted your chair back to stand when an abrupt menagerie of kicks erupted from your belly.
“Little one, please,” you whined, rubbing your stomach.
You walked to the kitchen counter and leaned on it. Lowering your head, you began to feel the familiar feeling of nausea creep up from where it lingered low in the pit of your stomach. You stood to turn around, but as soon as you did so, you were met with the warmth of something tall on your back as arms came to wrap you up in their embrace.
“Hello, dragă mea,” said the Countess with a purr. “It seems you’ve escaped me.”
Feeling Alcina’s powerful presence wash over you, you relaxed into her as she cradled you.
“We were hungry,” you told her. “But not anymore.”
Alcina hummed in reply, but you couldn’t tell if she was pleased or worried. “I feared you may be.”
“I said we, not me,” you emphasized, which earned you another smooth hum and the makings of a frown.
Hanging your head over your shoulder, you gently turned in Alcina’s grasp to face her as her hands methodically rubbed your arms. Alcina corresponded in making room for your belly by leaning down on one knee so you were now eye level with her.
Somber golden eyes shined brightly under the shadows of the dim, blue light coming from the wispy moon rays peeking in through the kitchen windows as she gazed at you with hesitant adoration. Her hair, black as a raven’s feather and in loose, casual curls, now seemed almost an iridescent indigo under the lunar glow. She wore no makeup and her hat had been long forgotten. Instead of one of her stunning gowns and signature heels, she adorned the soft threads of a black velvet nightgown and a comfy pair of slippers you’d begged her to wear in her downtime to save her feet from aching.
“I was trying to feed us, at least, it seems one of us isn’t satisfied and the other is now positively nauseated,” you told her, exhaling a long sigh.
Alcina placed a hand on your belly, clearly unable to control the sad smile that spread across her lips. Though her remorse was obvious, a calming warmth radiated from her palm, and your once hyperactive womb seemed to settle for a moment. A thoughtful look then appeared on your lover’s face before she spoke.
“Well,” Alcina started, her glorious eyes flicking from you to your swollen belly, then back to you. “I’ve something to try. This child shares both our genes, so surely they must enjoy the taste of flesh and blood as we both do,” she soothed, cradling you into her. A rarely heard hopefulness in her voice lifted your spirits at the suggestion. Her comfort was like warm milk on a cold night.
Alcina’s sturdy nose soon nuzzled where your neck met your shoulder. “Perhaps I shall fetch some of my personal stash for my dear wife and child? Non-alcoholic of course,” she offered with a quirk on her brow. “Besides, it is quite the special occasion already.”
Tapping her wrist, Alcina drew your attention down to her thin wrist watch where the pad of her pointer finger noted the time. It read 12:03 a.m.
“As if I could forget.” The budding cheek in your tone was seldom hidden as you remembered the importance of the date.
Alcina rose from her knees while caressing your cheek down to your chin and ended by gripping it lightly between her thumb and finger. Carefully, she backed you into the kitchen counter before cupping your rear and taking great care to lift you onto the countertop all in one sensual motion that left you feeling butterflies in your belly. Leaning down, her lips came flush with your ear as you dared to suck in a breath at her antics.
“Happy Anniversary, soarele și stelele mele,” she whispered before she lured you into a kiss that would’ve made you swoon even before all your pregnancy hormones. Despite everything, this woman never failed to brighten your mood at every foul turn.
You stifled a grin as she pecked at your jawline.
“Happy Anniversary, iubirea vieții mele,” you nearly gasped out as you felt the tip of Alcina’s fangs graze the flesh of your neck, though you knew she wouldn’t dare feed from you in your condition.
With a small whine, you whimpered as she brought her sinful lips and sharp fangs to your neck with honest, opened-mouth kisses.
“Alcina!” You giggled out eventually as she continued her sugary sweet assault down to your collarbone, peppering it with chaste kisses with one hand behind your back and the other on your belly. When she finally departed, her eyes flicked to you with a sudden sincerity, making your back straighten in her grasp.
“I think I’ve found someone,” she murmured into your skin as she placed a final kiss under the collar of your shirt. Immediately, your breath hitched as the brief moment of affection stilled. You weren’t sure whether or not you were ready to hear the words, as if the truth of them may disappear should they be uttered into the world.
You paused, eyes lulling out the kitchen window before they dared to know the answer. “Who?”
“I’ve called so many physicians, done everything I could think of,” Alcina began, leaning her forehead against yours, “but she has finally come around.”
You swore you felt the muscle in the tall woman’s jaw twitch upon the utterance of the word “she”. Your lover needn’t say the name for you to know the individual she spoke of.
When you offered no response aside from clenched teeth, Alcina continued. “I know it’s not ideal. If you’re not comfortable–”
“It’s okay. We have no other choice,” you told her before she could finish. You already knew what she was going to say.
With taunt lips, your expression steeled itself upon the words. Alcina leaned her head away from your neck and met your eyes with hers. You searched her resolve for the personal guilt you so often found there, but you were distracted by a stray curl that dangled from her hairline, tempting you with its luscious, black coils. You dared to wrap your finger around it but stopped midway before placing your hands back in your lap. With sagging shoulders, you leaned into her ever so slightly and sighed. Alcina’s body, like a chasm of warmth, enveloped you in your ruefulness and reminded you of her steady presence, though it did little to settle the disdain in your heart for the woman whom she spoke of. You hated to admit it, but you truly had no choice.
“Mother Miranda can help,” Alcina whispered. She cupped the back of your head and kissed your hair as if to strengthen her point. You merely sighed while closing your eyes and leaned into her embrace further, finding her closeness soothing. You knew she was trying.
After momentary silence, you tipped your head and caught her eye. “Take me to bed please?” You asked, running your hand up the length of her pale arm.
Alcina perked up a bit at the request.
“Of course dragă mea. Let me get something for you and our little one to drink first.”
The Countess turned on her heel and glided briskly away before returning several moments later. In her arms, she carried a portly jug full of thick, red liquid both you and she shared a mutual palate for. You could only pray your baby did too.
“Would you like to be carried to bed?” Alcina prodded as she ducked through the doorway.
You scoffed, wrinkling your nose. “And risk the girls seeing me in such a state? Never.”
Much to your appreciation, Alcina’s child growing in your womb seemed to have the same affiliation for blood she did. Watching you drink the jug dry in a series of hungry gulps, Alcina had looked on at you with what you could only describe as pure lust in her eyes, golden pools teeming black with desire at the sight. Typically, she was the one to consume the blood of your prey whilst you feasted on the still-warm flesh.
For now, you simply prayed it would all stay in your stomach.
Alcina assisted you carefully into bed, much to your distaste, as you despised accepting help from anyone even on a good day. You sat on the edge of the lavish bed that once solely belonged to the Countess, trying your best to reach over the swell of your growing belly to slip on your socks. When you finally accomplished your task, you were met with a pair of warm, wet lips from across the sheets that explored themselves up your neck.
“Alcina…” you groaned low in your throat.
It had been several weeks since you and Alcina had been intimate together. As time passed, the sicker you became which led you to have little energy to participate in such an endeavor despite wishing to. Alcina’s assurances also did little to dampen the self-conscious thoughts your dramatic weight loss had spurned, for once where you sported rippling muscles, bones now replaced them in awful, jutting points that made you uncomfortable in your own skin. You could hardly understand how Alcina could stand to look at you like this, much less find you attractive. You knew the lack of intimacy bothered her too, though the stoic woman would never admit it and instead chose to conceal her feelings behind a practiced mask of everlasting reason. Instead of shaming you, the Countess chose instead to understand; but it didn’t change the fact that it was the source of your guilt, as your declining health was the source of hers. As much of a water wheel of emotions as it was, full and brimming, you so badly desired her and yearned to show her that you were not a failure and that the life the two of you created together was not a mistake.
Alcina’s tongue, long and wicked, darted from between her lips to slither up the entirety of the shell of your ear.
“Let me ravish you on our wedding anniversary, darling,” she hushed hoarsely with a whisper that caused shivers to run up your spine and your groin to throb.
With her tongue attending your neck and shoulders the way she knew you loved, clawed hands coaxing the loose night shirt off your shoulders, you almost tricked yourself into the excitement of making love to her. That was true, till what you thought was arousal slowly morphed into the familiar dread of nausea as it started to build deep within your belly.
“Oh no…” you whined with an urgency that wasn’t meant to be sexy.
Alcina paused her ministrations and her hand immediately flew to your shoulder. “Dragâ what is it?”
“I’m going to be sick.”
Without another word, you sprung up as fast as you could from the bed, leaving Alcina behind. You made it to the toilet just in time before the fresh contents of your stomach spewed themselves into the bowel in a sickening manner. Several minutes of heaving and lurching went by before you were able to settle yourself by the toilet’s side while large tears streamed down your cheeks. In the pit of your stomach, you felt nothing except defeat.
A moment passed till a hesitant knock rapped on the bathroom door.
You choked out a garbled “come in” as best you could for your vocal cords felt like they’d been shredded in a meat grinder. As awful as it was, this scene had become a common occurrence for you.
When the door opened, Alcina walked quietly in and sank to her knees by your side with her hand on your back. She didn’t speak at first. Instead, she chose to rub circles into your aching back muscles and brush the messy hair away from your face.
“I didn’t mean to press,” she said to you as she kneaded your shoulders.
In her voice, you could hear the faint echoes of her guilt interlaced with the words she dared to reveal, but what she said next brought her inner culpability to a head and left you feeling just as guilty as she did.
“I’m so sorry draga.” Alcina’s voice wavered, so much so you knew tears threatened to spill from her eyes, and when you turned to face her, they indeed were. “This is my fault. I’ve done this to you,” she wept. This was a side of the Countess seldom seen by anyone. Her sound resolve was a fickle thing and not one to waver. For her to be reduced into tears before you, it was clear to see how she felt.
You reached for Alcina’s arm as she moved it to wipe the tears from her eyes. “You aren’t responsible for this,” you told her. You cupped her chin and rested it on her cheek. Slowly, you turned to flush the toilet and flipped the lid down. You then managed to crawl into her lap and she embraced you with weakening sobs that eventually stopped when you snuggled into her chest.
Surrounded by her warmth, the large woman was like a comfy armchair to rest upon, and quickly you found yourself settling into the inhumanly slow beat of her heart.
“Mother Miranda will help us and I will be okay. I will bare your child Alcina. It is what we have been dreaming of.”
Alcina sniffled, shifting you in her lap. You met her glassy golden eyes and your heart pleaded with her for a morsel of hope as her composure collected itself again.
“If that were to be true dragă, I’d never wish for a single thing ever, ever again.”
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The following morning, Alcina was woefully stolen from you in the early hours as the vineyard called her to duty. It didn’t stop you from making an attempt to convince her to stay, but she slipped from your crestfallen fingers regardless.
Later on, it quickly became evident that Cassandra and Daniela had been charged with being your shadow for the afternoon. The three of you had taken to lounging in your studio, a room in Alcina’s wing she had gifted you for your own personal use. Cassandra splayed herself across the couch in front of your TV and sifted through the channels till she found something that suited her while Daniela busied herself at your desk reading the latest novel in a series she’d become interested in. You sat comfortably in your armchair, sketching on your notepad when a knock came on the door.
“Come in,” said Cassandra while setting down the remote before you could answer.
A petite maid ushered herself in and bowed to you and each of the girls individually. Dropping the sketchbook, you met her with your eyes first. To your surprise, Cassandra and Daniela dropped what they were doing and gave the maid their attention.
Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw the middle sister lick her lips at the sight of the girl.
“I have news from the Lady,” the maid shuddered. She brought her hands to her apron and fiddled with her fingers nervously.
Cassandra beat you to the nuances again. “Well spit it out,” she hissed with a smirk, teeth showing, but the last bit came out with a sneer on her face that was more predatory than it was friendly. “Girl.”
In the end, the maid blushed and cleared her throat while looking everywhere but at you and the girls at your side. “Lady Dimitrescu has been made aware Mother Miranda will be visiting today to check on the Lady’s well-being.”
Without thinking, your hand landed on the swell of your stomach. You sat frozen in place. At the news, you fought back a sharp inhale. Not only that, but you hated when the staff used that title in reference to you.
“When will she be arriving?” Daniela asked as she came to your side and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Noon, ma’am,” replied the maid.
Releasing your breath, you dismissed her. “Thank you, you may go,” you told the maid and the tiny girl scurried off as fast as she could, but not before Cassandra could get a wink and a snap of her teeth in at her.
“Cassie, why must you frighten all the new ones?” You groaned in a tone that was half joking and half serious. You rolled your eyes at the wolfish grin that appeared on the brunette’s face. Cassandra merely sucked her teeth.
“What,” she shrugged, throwing her arms up in the air. “I like them little.”
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Noon arrived much quicker than you had anticipated. Half an hour before Mother Miranda was scheduled to make her impromptu arrival, Alcina met you in your study.
“Darling.” You heard the husky voice call from down the hallway. It held a familiar note, one that had seduced you many a night and just as often as it filled you to the brim with love for her.
“In here.”
You closed the sketchbook in your hand with a slap as Alcina ducked under the doorframe. She wore an ivory, satin blouse that was tucked neatly into a tight, black skirt that shaped her ample rear down to her mid-thigh. Her brilliant, calming smile softened you with its hopefulness. Clutching your belly, you stood from your armchair and shuffled your way to the couch so you could sit with her.
Alcina sat down beside you and wasted no time in leaning over and kissing you gently on the forehead before placing a hand on your stomach and giving it a tender peck at its peak.
“A fost azi o zi mai bună?” She questioned, grinning meekly into your stomach.
You suffered a sad smile at the question. “This morning I only vomited once at least,” you sighed.
The small smile on Alcina’s face faded at your response and morphed into a hollow lilt. “Nothing will ever happen to you in my hall,” she affirmed. Her hand then cradled the back of your head and she drew your forehead toward her scarlet lips in a tender kiss. Golden eyes then traced themselves down your body as she tipped your chin up with her long fingers. “Come dragă, let’s prepare you for her arrival.”
Alcina walked with you to a spare bedroom in the castle, one that she had been previously using for storage, but now it looked more like a doctor’s office than a place meant to store old furniture.
“Where did you get all this?” You asked her, looking around at the equipment. Most of it you recognized; the sterile counters, the stiff exam table, the jars full of disinfectant, the tools set out on the table that would almost certainly be used on you. It reminded you of when you were back in medical school.
Alcina brought the pads of her fingers together in a rare display of nervousness. “I had it installed in case…” she trailed off, looking down. “No matter. Darling, do you need help getting up on the – oh, never mind then.”
By the time Alcina had finished her sentence you had already waddled your way up onto the exam table on your own.
“When will she be–” You stopped mid-sentence. “–here.”
The scent of the priestess filled your nose instantly — the pious odor of mausoleum rags, rubbing alcohol, and the faint trace of rose water. It was impossible to mistake.
Instantly your back stiffened and you sat up as straight as you could. It was then you noticed the large chair placed close on the side of the exam table. Alcina took a seat there and rested her hand on your knee as the steady footsteps approached the door from outside. She tried to calm you, but her attempts fell on otherwise focused ears.
You figured it had to be a maid leading her up here, for all three of the girls would undoubtedly make themselves scarce. A curt “ma’am” was all you heard before the door creaked open and her ancient stench rolled inside.
Alcina instantly rose from her seat.
“Mother Miranda,” said the Countess as she brushed off invisible crumbs from her skirt. “Welcome. Thank you for coming.”
In the doorway, Miranda stood garbed in robes black as night. You could practically smell the golden mask upon her face, forged in the ore of her sins, along with the halo that shrouded her in her wicked, supposed holiness. You had no love for her, nor she for you, and it was known.
“Alcina,” Mother Miranda addressed, practically gliding into the room. She gave Alcina a terse nod as she circled the room like it belonged to her. Her concealed gaze landed on you for a split second before she brushed off your presence as if you were not the reason she was here in the first place. Instead, she stopped in front of Alcina and slowly turned her head to look down at your lover with a stare unamused.
“How did this happen?” Miranda questioned. Her tone was too calm for your liking.
Alcina shifted in her seat. “I don’t know Mother Miranda. We were under the impression I was sterile,” she told her with golden eyes that downcasted themselves under the priestess’s scrutinous gaze.
Mother Miranda nodded, wrapping her arms behind her back.
“Mm.” Her hum was practiced. “It seems that cock of yours still continues to plague you with trouble Alcina,” she uttered sinisterly.
Glancing at Alcina, it was impossible to miss the way the Countess’s jaw clenched at the snide remark. Words like brittle ice cut through the room like a sickle to wheat. The tension, you could feel it in your core, was thick enough to slice open with a spoon.
At this moment you not only felt alone, but you felt at war. At war for yourself, for Alcina’s affections, and for the child growing in your womb. The hair on the back of your neck bristled with every reeking word that spilled from the golden-haired woman’s mouth, but before you could interject, Miranda addressed you as she always did. Like an object.
“As for you,” she hummed, approaching you with a confidence that subconsciously challenged your pride. “Let’s have a closer look.”
The subtle grin that teased across the priestess’s face unnerved you. When Miranda placed a crooked finger under your chin to lift your head in order to get a better look at you, a deep growl began in your chest at the scandalous action. It was brazen of her to touch you in such a way, particularly in front of Alcina, but you knew she did it just because she knew she could. You were clearly not alone in feeling slighted as you felt a warmth enclose your left kneecap. Upon jerking away from Miranda’s touch, you saw Alcina's hand placed there protectively.
“Feisty as ever,” Miranda tutted.
Your nose wrinkled into a snarl at the comment. “Say it again and you’ll lose a finger the next time.”
Miranda merely blinked slowly, unimpressed at the threat. Turning to Alcina, who wore the hints of a proud smile, the priestess ignored you.
“You always did like it when they talked back, Alcina. Had you not her claimed her first, she would’ve bared me such strong offspring.” Miranda grinned, her own smugness now overpowering the confidence your lover had worn just seconds before.
Alcina’s golden eyes tightened, coiled with a rage that ate her from the inside out, though she said nothing. Mother Miranda enjoyed allowing Alcina to know how desirable you were as if you were a prized possession. She took pleasure in forcing the Countess to submit to the fact that if, on a whim, she so desired you, Alcina would be powerless to stop her from commandeering you for herself.
It burned you up to the core to have Miranda see you like this too — a husk of your former self. You hated the way your frame now sunk in on itself and all the bony prominences that were clear for all to see. Skin that was once tan now paled in comparison and your pregnant belly jutted from your abdomen like a balloon that was near twice the size it was supposed to be. Looking at Miranda, though they were long lost to time, it was also difficult to forget the feelings she and Alcina shared for each other many years ago, feelings the priestess undoubtedly used to her advantage in order to manipulate the Countess into staying loyal to her. You always steeled yourself in the presence of Miranda’s hollow pride, for the priestess often found much pleasure in making you feel lesser than her, but you refused to give her the satisfaction of thinking you were weak.
“Let’s begin,” Miranda bid, turning on her heel.
You looked to Alcina, who nodded and whispered in your ear. “Deep breaths, dragă. It’s okay,” she whispered to you.
Hesitantly, you laid down on the exam bench. From the counter, Mother Miranda picked up a white case that had a long, coiled cord hanging from the bottom and brought it over to you. You quickly realized it was an ultrasound machine as the robed woman slipped on a pair of latex gloves.
“Lift your shirt,” Mother Miranda ordered.
You complied with the stern direction. Alcina helped with your shirt by folding it up. The brush of her cool fingers against your belly caused a kick to erupt from your womb. Immediately, a white-hot flash of pain coursed through you and you grunted with a suppressed “oof”. You had hoped Miranda wouldn’t notice, but you had no such luck.
“Active is it?” Miranda said upon seeing the movement as she squeezed a tube of jelly into her palm. You nodded in response, which caused a blonde brow to arch back at you in return. “That’s good.”
Soon, the lubricant was spread all over the lower portion of your abdomen, and you couldn’t help but flinch at the chill it gave you. Mother Miranda’s touch was smooth like silk, yet cold like ice. She connected a cord to the device and switched the machine on. When it fired up, you heard the hum of the mechanics vibrate inside as the woman placed the wand on the flesh of your belly. She slid it across several times without saying a word, which caused your anxiety to grow. Thankfully, Alcina spoke up so you didn’t have to.
“What’s wrong?” Asked the Countess. You could not see the screen whereas she could and her brows were knit together tightly.
Miranda moved the wand to a different location. “The uterine lining is very thick. It is hard to view the fetus.”
A moment passed.
“So what does that mean?” You piped up from the table.
You waited several minutes for Miranda to respond as she changed out the wand twice, opting for a larger one in the end. Watching Alcina’s eyes, you could tell when a picture of your baby was finally visible.
“Draga…” Alcina melted, looking from you to the screen and back again. At some point, she had taken your hand in hers and was now rubbing soft circles on it with her thumb. “That’s our little one. Look,” she gestured to the screen with a blackened claw.
Mother Miranda turned the machine around and you could see the fuzzy, black-and-white outline of the tiny life growing within you. You were tempted to shed a tear, but despite your happiness, you refused to do such a thing while she was here.
Alcina reached over and brushed your hair away from your face. In her eyes, instead of guilt, you saw the pride in her you had so desperately yearned to see. However beautiful it was, it was short-lived when Mother Miranda ruined the brief, yet tender moment with a single phrase.
“I see the problem,” she said.
Alcina immediately questioned her. “What? What is it?”
“Look.” The blonde woman pointed towards the screen, circling with her finger around the image of your child. “The fetus is too large. It doesn’t have adequate space to grow in the womb and has been tearing the uterine lining. See all the scars?” Miranda then directed towards several thick, fuzzy white patches on the image. “This child has inherited your strength Alcina — a simple kick is enough to rip the placenta,” she then gestured to you, “…with regenerative capabilities like hers, I suspect the lining of the uterus regenerates endometrial tissue immediately after it is damaged that lacks progesterone. Her body essentially doesn’t recognize it is pregnant and attacks the fetus. The child fights back, causing more trauma. The cycle then starts again. The hormonal imbalance certainly accounts for nausea and weight loss you described.”
Taking in the information, you and Alcina stared at her blankly in shock. You tried to process, till a question formed in your head. You swallowed deeply. “How many times has this happened?” It was all you could say while holding back your tears.
“By the looks of it,” Miranda examined the screen. “I’d say 1-2 times a day.”
Your heart plummeted inside your chest like it had fallen ten stories.
“What do we do?” Alcina finally asked with a chill in her voice. You turned your head to the side to look at her, and what you saw there made your heart sink even further. There was the remorse again, the kind she so often harbored when she gazed upon you. Her regret was obvious and it stung deep inside your chest. It was welled so deep within her that it was unmistakable — a black shroud of guilt for all to see.
Miranda removed the device from your stomach after saving a few pictures and flipped the machine closed before disposing of her gloves. She neglected to wipe the jelly from your stomach and Alcina was no help either; all she did was stare with her jaw tight as a game trap. With no other options, you reached down and grabbed the paper you laid on to clean yourself up.
Miranda, when she finally answered, ignored Alcina’s previous question. “It was also obvious the fetus is much more developed at this point than normal. Perhaps these…” she eyed you viciously then, “creatures, have an accelerated gestational period in comparison to humans.”
Alcina could hardly contain her response. “Do not refer to my wife as a creature,” she warned.
Miranda looked at her plainly, facial expression as unamused as ever. “When did the coupling occur?” She asked, unimpressed at the Countess’s defiance.
Alcina’s golden eyes seethed at her with fire pooled in them, but she answered with a turbulent grit in her husky voice that let you know she was fuming inside and desperately trying to control herself.
“October twenty-fifth,” was all the raven-haired woman offered through clenched fangs.
Miranda hummed thoughtfully. “Only three months ago? How fascinating. Developmentally the fetus appears as if it should be seven months along. I’d expect the onset of labor in as little as two months,” she offered.
The thought of labor froze you instantly to the table with fear. Would you be able to wait that long? What would your condition be by the time your child was born? Your questions were quickly halted by the slither of Miranda’s voice into the room again.
“But,” she exaggerated, “at this rate, I will be impressed if she survives long enough to deliver. She’d have been better suited to carry,” Miranda then smiled smugly, “a much…smaller child.”
Immediately and without warning, Alcina’s cordial composure cracked at Mother Miranda’s implications as she flew into a furious rage over the indirect insult.
“Mother Miranda, how dare you say — that cannot be!” she boomed, her voice thunderous and angry. Alcina rose abruptly to stand in front of you, protectively you thought, and perhaps possessively. “She is my wife, how dare you imply such impudent vulgarities of her,” Alcina spat, eyes blazing. “I will not allow for such disrespect in my own–”
“ENOUGH,” Miranda commanded, cutting the Countess off.
Six, massive, black wings burst forth from the priestess’s back and the woman’s mask disappeared from her face to reveal her darkened eyes and skin that shone like glass.
“I came here as a favor to you. To help you save the abomination you created. To clean up the mess you created, Alcina. As always. The thought of losing her is too much for you to bare? You are the one who sentenced her to death. Your selfishness will be your undoing,” Miranda hissed, grabbing Alcina by the throat. She positioned her face as close to Alcina’s as possible, sneering with disgust. “And I do not wish to deal with you in your grief when she perishes giving birth to the vile seed you planted in her womb.”
Miranda released Alcina, who gripped her neck and gasped for air. “I should punish you for your insolence, you insufferable woman. You’ve grown soft. Weak. Sitting in this cushy castle with this…animal. Do what you will, but this favor has been expended. Do not expect another.”
At that, Miranda left just as fast as she had arrived. Though she was gone, her words still stung like a fresh wound in your mind. You hopped off the table carefully and ran to Alcina’s side. She leaned on her knees, bent over while rubbing her throat, as four dark finger-shaped marks appeared on her skin. You knew they’d disappear quickly, but even seeing them caused you to feel vengeance prickle beneath your skin.
“My love!” You shouted running to her as fast as you could. “Are you okay? Come here, let me see.” When you reached Alcina, you placed a worried hand on her shoulder and knelt so that your face was now below hers.
The two of you rested there. Alcina was hunched over you as you grasped her cheeks in both hands, looking up into her dusky eyes with worry in yours. You couldn’t remember when the tears began to fall, but they did. Alcina tried to wipe hers away, but you beat her to it, taking your thumb to stop the wetness from falling down her cheeks and ruining her makeup. You stopped briefly to examine her throat, where dark purple marks were beginning to fade. It was not her fault. You knew it wasn’t. But she no doubt blamed herself.
“It is not your fault Alcina,” you whispered to her, holding her gaze though she tried her hardest not to look at you.
“It is,” the Countess whimpered back, closing her eyes as a tear rolled down her porcelain face. This was as broken as you’d ever seen her. “I have done this to you. For all the wretched sins I have committed, that is by far the worst one.”
Pulling her down, you wrapped your arms around her head as she tenderly fell into your lap. It was hard to cradle her due to her size, but you did the best you could. You removed the hat from her head and set it aside.
“It could never be your fault Alcina. This child is both of ours. I promised to give you the baby we’ve always dreamed of. I still plan to – ah!” Your sentence was cut short as a flash of pain shot through your lower abdomen. With it, the baby began to stir as you doubled over, clutching your stomach.
“Dragă…” Alcina trailed off as she switched roles and cradled your much smaller frame into her lap. It always pleased her to comfort you. She now held you bridal style and nestled you into her bosom. You merely clenched your eyes shut and rested against her. Squeezing her arm, you then let out a vicious yawn. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were till now, but you still wanted to tend to Alcina’s needs too.
“Let’s get you back upstairs,” she lulled, lifting you up. You typically did not overly enjoy being carried, but you offered no complaints this time, especially since you needed to be close to Alcina. You hung in her strong arms, gently cradled into the silk of her blouse. With her, you always felt safe. No one or nothing could harm you while in her protection. Not even your own body.
When you returned to your shared bedroom, Alcina gently placed you on the bed cushions. She wasted no time in making you comfortable, as she as always did. Soon, the covers were pulled up around your neck, the lights turned off, and your favorite television show played quietly in the background. For all her fussing, you simply wished she’d stop and allow you to give her the emotional support you knew she needed in the wake of receiving such troubling news. Despite the grisly fate you’d been given, it was still Alcina who worried you, for she had been the subject of the worst of Miranda’s abuse. The verbal assault Miranda had waged was of no surprise to you — she’d called you much worse in the past.
An hour or so passed and you could hear the evening chimes sound from the grandfather clock in the main hall. You’d been able to eat some soup boiled in a broth made of beef blood. Alcina, however, refused to rest.
“Please come to bed,” you begged her after she’d made several trips back and forth from the kitchen, bathroom, linen closet, and cellar many times over. You were honestly a bit afraid she’d knock herself out on the doorframe the next time she ducked through if she didn’t calm down.
After relaxing, you had begun to feel a bit better, but Miranda’s warning was not far from your thoughts. Truly, you’d wished you’d never heard them in the first place. Ignorance had been bliss.
Alcina sat at her vanity, scrubbing her makeup off. From under the mountain of blankets she’d piled over you, you watched her for several minutes. With her wipe in hand, she looked as if she was going to tear her own skin with how vigorously she washed her face clean.
“I am,” she offered smoothly, but quietly, in response.
You watched her face in the mirror, looking for any sort of sign of emotion in her expression. This was like her, very much like her, in fact. You could see all the suppressed feelings welling in her eyes. You knew her, down to her last flaw, and you could practically feel all the words she wanted to say, bursting forth from her skull. But alas, none came from her lips. After many years of marriage, you had hoped the Countess would stop being such a recluse with her emotions. In truth, she had made positive strides in that regard, but her past behaviors did not die easy and tonight was proving that to be true.
You shuffled up in bed and sighed. “If you wipe any harder you’ll scrub down to your bones. Please. I need you.” The last part came out like a plea.
Alcina’s golden eyes blinked, dashingly you thought, till they caught yours in her vanity mirror. Her expression at first was cold, but you watched as it quickly softened at the sight of you.
“Very well,” she exhaled before collecting all her makeup and putting it away.
Moments later, she stood from her chair and made her way into bed with you. You’d gotten used to sharing her bed, despite how large she was compared to you. As soon as she adjusted herself, you quickly shimmied over so that you faced her. Your baby bump caused there to be a little more space between you and her than you typically preferred.
You waited for her to say something, and after several minutes, you felt her hand come to rest gently on your swollen belly.
“Talk to me,” you whispered.
You felt her sigh rather than heard it.
“I didn’t know this was possible. If I had any idea, no matter how much I wanted…” she stalled for a moment, releasing a breath, “I would never have put you in harm’s way.”
You brought a hand to her cheek. “Alcina. You have protected me and loved me when I was alone in the world — you’ve sacrificed much for me. I could never blame you. None of this is your fault.” You rubbed your thumb across the soft expanse of her cheekbone. Alcina’s head lay on her pillow, but she turned into your touch and craned her neck slightly to plant a kiss on your palm.
You had always admired the way her inky tresses curled over the ivory silk of her pillowcases.
“But I am scared,” you admitted.
Alcina’s golden eyes blinked open. “Dragă, I cannot even begin to understand your fear. I am also afraid,” she wavered. “Afraid of losing you. For without you, this immortal life of mine means nothing.”
You felt your bottom lip become heavy. It was a sad, sad thought. Surprisingly, you worried not for yourself, but for Alcina, who would have to carry on in the event you did not survive labor. If she even could, but you knew she was a strong woman and would surely find it within herself to do so.
“I don’t want you to feel guilty. Please, let go of your shame – you did not do this to me. I can’t bear to see it in your eyes any longer when you look at me. We need each other right now.”
You turned around so that your back was against her and you could truly feel her warmth against your skin without your belly getting in the way. Sucking in a breath, you lifted your head ever so slightly.
“I will never leave you alone in this life, Alcina.”
Alcina’s breath hitched.
“And I will always need you dragă…”
Her husky voice came out much more like a whimper than a statement, a fleeting plea of her heart’s desire. Alcina slipped an arm under you, cradling you close to her. Her chiseled chin came to rest against the top of your head. Her other hand wrapped itself around your waist and down the bottom of your belly. Gently, you felt her lift it with her hands, effectively taking the weight off your strained back muscles.
Pleased, you groaned. “Ohhh...”
Your thanks was measured with a prolonged sigh that was followed by a throaty gasp.
The pillows then shifted and dipped as a comfortable presence lingered over you. You felt Alcina’s fingers skate down the length of your body – innocent touches that could have meant more if you wished them to. It wasn’t long before you felt warm, plush lips against the skin of your neck that caused gooseflesh to rise.
Like electricity, the air in the room became charged and you felt gravity flip over on itself.
“This reminds me of something,” Alcina’s dark drawl pressed into the back of your neck that caused a shudder to ripple down your spine. “You know,” a soft, experimental bite came to your nape, “...you looked much like this on our wedding night, iubirea mea.”
Suddenly, you felt a growing warmth, one you hadn’t felt in some time, pool between your hips.
The whine that came from you next you could hardly control. You reached an arm around to slip your fingers into charcoal locks. With it, your head craned to face her. Golden eyes full of love and adoration loomed above you and you caught them with your own. In them, you saw no trace of her former misgivings. Instead, what you observed there was warmth, longing, love, and…lust. It had been so long since you’d felt your Countess inside of you and, at this very moment, you wanted nothing more. You craved her like she craved the blood within your veins.
“If you want me to stop –”
“No,” you told her. Her lips were within inches of yours, tempting like meat on a hook.
“Please, Alcina,” you whined. “Make love to me. It is our anniversary after all.”
Your permission was all she needed. With just as much power as she had grace, Alcina lifted herself up with one arm and rolled you carefully onto your back, taking great care to mind your swollen belly. Her large frame towered over you and you loved it. Wasting little time, your hands flew to grip the nightgown that clothed her. Her head dipped in, raven curls falling in front of her face as she stopped just before her lips made contact with yours.
“Keep begging like that,” she husked out, the tips of her fangs visible under skilled lips, “and I will give you everything. My castle. My lands. My fortune. All will be yours.”
You hummed low in your throat, bringing your hands up behind her head as a cheeky smile made its way onto your face.
“It already is, my love. I carry your heir inside me.”
Before she could mull the statement over too much, you gently pressed the back of her head, using your inhuman strength, and brought her down for a tender kiss. It started out soft and sensual, but quickly became a testament to the moments you and her both lost to time. Alcina hungrily, but gently, lavished your lips with sultry kisses that nearly stole the breath from your lungs. She treated you as if you were made of glass; fragile and oh, so precious.
Alcina’s long, strong tongue easily found its way inside your mouth, and you had no intention of fighting back. You gladly allowed her passage, and she entered, a rush of warmth spread through you as you felt the smooth, slick organ against your own tongue. So focused on it you were, when her adept fingers stroked up your core, you gasped into her mouth which caused her to depart and grin with satisfaction.
“Let me hear you,” Alcina lulled as she caressed your cheek. Lifting herself up more, she now laid entirely over top of you.
You watched as her golden eyes disappeared further and further away from your face down the expanse of your body. She kissed down your stomach, stopping to place an extra special one at the peak. “You better watch your head in there, little one,” she added with a chuckle. Proceeding down to leave soft pecks on your hips, Alcina gave you a flirtatious wink before, in one swift motion, she somehow removed you entirely of your undergarments.
“How did you — Ah!” You groaned and craned your neck to look down when a white-hot flash of pleasure coursed through you. The flat of her tongue then licked a broad stroke up the folds of your core. “Oh, fuck…”
It had been such a long, long time since you had her. You knew she wanted you more than anything, you could see it in her honey irises the way she watched you intently.
Alcina’s tongue, like her cock, was a force of nature. Long, slick, and strong, it was more than capable of filling you completely with its wickedness. She swirled it over your folds luxuriously, taking great care to make sure she tasted every inch of you. When she brushed over your opening, your breath hitched in your throat at the thought, but your attention was quickly redirected when her tongue circled the engorged nub under your hood.
“I’m going to make you come undone for me dragă. I want you to know how much I’ve desired you,” she hushed into you. With her lips, Alcina then created a vacuum against your swollen clit and used the tip of her tongue to press into it all at once; something she knew drove you wild.
A deep moan ripped from your throat. “Ah, just like that, just like – oh my god…” The slow, firm pace she had set was building the knot inside you so quickly, it threatened to burst at any second. It was a little embarrassing, you thought, to cum so soon, but between her skill and your want for her, it was all you could do not to.
“Alcina, I’m going to, going to, Alci I’m going to – fuck!”
Your climax rolled through you like a steamy, thunderous storm, and your clit throbbed in such a delicious way as you rode out the height of your release.
Her tongue alone was almost enough to make you forget all the heartache you’d endured.
Alcina planted her tongue through your folds as you rode out your orgasm, tasting the fluids that expelled themselves from your body with a satisfied hum. She shifted her weight so that her legs now straddled yours. You could feel her rock-hard shaft as it nudged up against your leg.
Your hands found purchase in her hair and you grappled at the locks as sweet aftershocks pulsed through you.
“Kiss me,” you told her and my, did she. Her mouth was still as slick as ever with your orgasm still running down her chin. Those eyes, like lanterns in the night, burned brighter than you’d seen them in a long time. When her lips met yours, it was electric.
When she parted from you, leaving you breathless, your eyes fluttered down to see the large tent that had formed in her nightgown at the groin. Purposefully, you rolled onto your side so your back was against her front again, and you ground your rear against the solid length she harbored under her clothing.
Instantly, Alcina gripped your hip.
“Dragă, may I?” She asked, spooning you and pulling you into her. You ached for her to fill you, just as she had the night you conceived.
“You need no permission to take me.”
Alcina’s pupils then blew wide as dinner plates.
You felt her hand reach down to pull her nightgown up and her length sprang free from under the garment. Against the flesh of your bare back, you could feel her, hard and dripping at the tip. Instinctively, you rolled your rear into it, shuddering as you did so. Alcina’s hips slowly began to thrust against you as they slid in between your butt cheeks. She was teasing you, you knew, and though you’d already cum once, your body yearned for another.
While grasping you, Alcina was extremely cautious to be careful around your abdomen. She gripped your hips with one hand and slid an arm under your neck to cradle you in a pseudo-headlock with the other. After several moments of her cock grinding against your desperate hole, you could no longer take it.
“Inside Alcina, I need you inside of me.”
You felt her grin against the back of your neck as she sucked a deep bruise there with her teeth. The hand that had been on your hip reached down and propped your leg up as far as it could go, leaving it suspended in the air.
Alcina gripped her shaft. “As the lady wishes.”
With your leg in the air, you felt the head of her cock line up with your swollen vulva. In a subtle press of her hips, you began to feel her fill you up. The pressure sent you reeling.
“Oh, fuck!” You gasped. Slowly, she sheathed herself inside you, right down to the hilt in one slow thrust. You threw your head back onto her shoulder while she whispered naughty things into your ear.
“Always so willing to take me, dragul meu.”
Alcina then placed her hand on the bottom of your belly, holding you in place. In this spooning position, you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to, not that you’d ever dream of it.
She started a soft, steady pace to acclimate you – it had been a while since she’d penetrated you like this. You also wondered if she was nervous to go any faster due to being worried about hurting you or your baby, but you needed her. Desperately.
Reaching an arm back, you gripped her hip. In response, she took her hand away from your stomach and cupped your calf in her palm, lifting it while simultaneously bringing her hips to the back of your thighs in a sharp thrust that left you seeing stars. She held you like that – on your side with your leg in the air while cradling your head in her other arm – while she rolled her hips, over and over again. With every thrust, the head of her cock brushed past that glorious spot within you, sending jolts of pleasure surging like lighting strikes. It felt a bit different now, considering you were heavily pregnant, but in a way, your hormones increased the pleasure tenfold.
Alcina had hardly been inside you long before you felt the familiar coil of an orgasm well between your hips yet again. Likewise, in your ear, you could hear her pants and quiet pleas as she fucked you tenderly.
“Dragă, my love,” she moaned. “I’m – I'm so close.” Another came. Her pace then increased and you groaned at the slap of her skin against yours. You were surprised she was already so worked up, but then again, it had been many moons since you’d been able to please her in this way.
“It’s been so, so long I — oh, good girl,” she lamented, holding you tight against her body.
In a final thrust, she pressed into you deeper and harder than before, filling you up to the brim. You felt the tip of her cock threaten to penetrate your cervix and the feeling sent fire through your veins. It was followed immediately by a flood of warm, thick liquid as it pooled in your canal and entered your already fertilized womb.
You whimpered and moaned greedily. Alcina’s cock throbbed inside you as more of her seed flowed into your body. The sheer amount it, you swore, inflated your belly more.
It reminded you of when, so many nights ago, your Countess had filled your desires and bred you so deliciously.
While you reminisced, Alcina wasted little time and before you knew it, you were suddenly being lifted onto her lap as she rolled onto her back till both of your legs draped over her hips. So clever she was, that when you glanced down, you saw she was still sheathed inside you.
Rolling your head at the sudden change of gravity that left you feeling her prodding at different pleasure points, you ground against her.
“Give me your hands,” you instructed breathily. Moments later, you felt her large hands engulf yours and you sensually brought them to wrap around your waist and rested them on your belly. “Darling, take the weight off while I ride you.”
Alcina had little issue complying. “Of course dragă mea,” she hummed happily.
When she lifted your pregnant stomach up, similarly to before when she’d been spooning you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the relief. In unison, you swung your hips, and the familiar high you’d been chasing beforehand returned with a vengeance.
Under you, Alcina’s presence was a succor you’d been missing. She permitted you to set your own pace in this position and took to supporting the weight of your belly. Contrary to the ease you normally felt in this reverse position, your weight imbalance and muscle loss took a toll on your performance and you silently hoped Alcina did not feel slighted. You did your best, hunting the orgasm that had evaded you while also making sure your wife felt every single roll of your hips.
“Dragă, ohhh, that’s it,” Alcina whined. You felt the bed dip, mostly likely as her head hit the pillow, and you could practically hear her eyes roll with every syllable uttered from those gorgeous lips.
Between your hips, the pressure already there from your pregnancy combined with the added girth of Alcina’s cock, left the coil winding there at a maddening pace. Like fire in your loins, it grew and grew till your nails dug into the alabaster flesh of Alcina’s knees, which made her hiss in response.
In a swift motion, you leaned over as best you could and licked up the blood that started to form from the thin red lines. As soon as the liquid hit your tongue, you hummed in a tone laced with heavy ardor. To you, Alcina’s blood always tasted like sangria — sweet, smooth, and somehow smokey like a campfire on a brisk, harvest night. It filled you with a vigor you hadn’t felt in months.
The action clearly pleased Alcina as well, as it was impossible to miss the way her length jumped inside of you at the motion. She followed it with a husky, open-mouthed moan.
“Do that again,” she huffed darkly, “and I’ll be filling you a second time this evening.”
Grinning to yourself, though you knew she couldn’t see it, you drove your hips sharply back down onto her cock. With another elaborate moan, Alcina’s head fell back into her pillow.
“I’m going to…” she breathed out again in a hurry. Under you, her hips began to buck wildly and you knew she was right on the edge.
You reached back, leaning your hand on her soft stomach and rolled your hips exactly three more times till the coil inside you finally burst.
“Ah, Alcina…I’m—” you started, but were cut off as an earth shattering orgasm quaked through your body. Alcina’s glorious vibrato was quick to follow as her warm seed yet again filled you with ecstasy and comfort as you spilled over the edge of your lust together.
“I will never leave you.” You whispered, riding out the waves of your release as your plea echoed to her on the throes of shared passion. “Never my love. Never…”