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Your time in the castle had been long despite the busy days and the constant fear you shoved down. In the beginning you refused to eat and drink hoping that starvation would kill you before the Lady of the house did. However, on the second day of not eating one of the Lady’s daughters cornered you and forced water down your throat. Only after threatening you with a slow agonizing death to Bela’s sickle did you eat. The weeks following you kept your head down, did what you were told and never tried to escape knowing it would only lead to death just like other maidens you had known briefly.
The year following you had earned a right to have your own chamber. It was small of course, but it had a window and you no longer had to listen to others weep on their first nights here. While you did worry for the newer maidens who planned to escape, you also knew to keep far away from them knowing aiding them in any way would only end up with your death. In the beginning of your stay at the castle you would toss and turn at the idea of who you live with, but now you could sleep soundly somehow.
Tonight was an exception though. With the window open and a gentle summer breeze blowing through your small window you heaved a heavy sigh. Your brow slick with sweat, your scratchy blanket and sheets kicked onto the floor and your sleepwear somewhere in the room. The room felt like it was burning you alive, and the low drum of heat pooling in your abdomen made your breath quicken.
You knew deep down what was happening even if it was your first one since you had entered the castle. You had summed it up to be stress or fear, maybe a mix of both causing your heat to pause. Since you had not been in heat you were not given any suppressants, and you wished like hell you had saved the pills Daniela had given you in the first week at the castle. Not only did you wish for the pill that would soothe the aching between your thighs and the sweat on your brow, but you wished someone would be here touching you.
Without much thought your hand began to wander down your abdomen, caressing the skin there and touching the hem of your panties. You slowly slip your hand into your underwear, slipping past the small curls there and feeling the wetness there. You let out a soft gasp when your fingers slip past your folds and touch your clit briefly, your hips twitching at the small relief you feel. You were dripping and as your fingers worked on your clit in a frenzy, you had your other hand wander to your breast where you kneaded it softly. Your legs fall open and your two fingers travel further down to your entrance where you slowly enter yourself and gasp quite loudly, but your body hums with pleasure and a low moan slips past your lips.
“God” your head falls back as your fingers work themselves in and out. Your other hand pinching your left nipple, or running through your damp hair.
The room seems to grow smaller and the air becomes thick with your lust as you pleasure yourself. Your left hand now working at your clit, and your fingers thrusting into you at a fast pace. Your hips stutter, and you need more. Your body is on fire, and the climax you are chasing is the water you need to put yourself out. Your moans grow louder, and at this point you're sure the maid next door can hear you pleasuring yourself to the brink of an orgasm. You're so close, and your fingers speed up feeling the wave quickly barreling towards you-
The door to your bed chambers swing open and the door handle hits the wall with a loud thud. Your hands quickly retract, and your eyes through the dark haze meet darkened golden irises. You let out a yelp, and reach for the bed sheet on the floor to give yourself some modesty. Your heart pounds against your chest, your breathing picking up pace as the Lady of the house lets out a low growl that sends a pang of want in the pit of your stomach. She ducks into your bed chambers, and the smell of alpha hits your senses like a bullet train. You would hate to admit it, but the heat seems to sense an alpha is present because your skin grows warmer and the heat between your thighs aches enough to hurt.
“My Lady!” You shriek and pull the sheet closer to you unsure if you should stand and bow or keep yourself covered.
“Do you know what happens to maidens who go into heat?” She asks, her voice low and her golden eyes bore into yours. “You get devoured girl.”
“I- I’m sorry my lady. I had no idea it was coming!” You lower your gaze and shudder at the thought of her lips on yours, a deep blush forms on your cheeks.
She steps closer to you and you can smell the cigarettes and a hint of her shampoo. You slowly look up and gaze at her features, her make up is gone for the night and her curls are no longer hidden by a hat. You had always thought she was beautiful, but now as the moon shines through the window and hits her features you can't help but think she's the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Her large hand moves towards you, cupping your chin and forcing you to keep eye contact with her. While you should be scared, the simple touch of an alpha practically has you melting into putty.
“While you should be punished” she pauses and slowly rubs her thumb across your burning cheek. “We cannot have a maiden in heat wandering around the castle, not with my daughters around at least. Or god forbid Mother Miranda gets her hands on you, maiden.”
Oh is all you can think.
The lady of the house bends down slowly and her larger nose brushes against yours, her breath ghosting against your lips. You're shaking at this point unsure what to feel, whether that be lust or fear, but you lean into her anyway.
You had heard things about Lady Dimitrescu. Most of the whispers you had heard were terrible things that made you shudder at the thought, but the maids who had been around long enough to see the lady of the castle had other thoughts. By no means was Lady Dimitrescu a kind woman, and by no means did anything she did benefit anyone else but herself and daughters. The other whispers had some good things about the golden eyed woman, at least the maidens who survived the ordeal whispered about it. The lady of the castle liked order and she liked it when people bowed down to her, especially in the bedroom.
“Did you think I couldn't smell your heat from my room maiden?” She purrs, her lips so close to yours and you desperately want to close the gap. “I heard your pretty moans, and your smell is addicting.”
“My lady” you whisper and she just smiles. In the year of you being at the castle, not once did you see her smile, but here she was. You liked the way her eyes crinkled, and how a small dimple showed on her left cheek.
She shushes you before her lips are on yours. Her hand still cups your jaw, and the bed dips with her weight as she slowly climbs on top of you. The kiss is a little awkward, unsure of how far you should go and how much bigger her lips are compared to yours. Her other hand slides down your shoulder and caresses the warm skin there. Her tongue swipes over your bottom lip, silently asking permission before her tongue clashes with yours. Lady Dimitrescu shifts and the bed creaks beneath her, and suddenly the bed makes a loud cracking sound. The leg at the front of the bed breaks, and with the break comes both you and Lady Dimitrescu falling onto the floor and into the pile of your clothes and blankets.
She huffs in annoyance and holds onto your waist as she stands. You almost can hear a low chuckle, but all you can truly think about is how well her body fits against yours.
“Let's take this to my room. I do not believe my bed will break when I devour you my darling.”
The lady of the castle is quick on her feet as she holds you close to her. Her pace makes the long walk to the other side of the castle take less than a minute, and when she brings you into her room your breath hitches. Her room is elegant with large pieces of furniture, paintings and the smell of her. The bed in the corner of the room is rather large, and at the thought of her mounting you like a savage beast makes your cunt throb.
She gently lays you on the bed and your head spins when you catch another smell of her alpha scent. It seems to swirl around you, choking you with want and just the smell of her makes your head spin. You needed her right here, right now. Lady Dimitrescu seems to understand because she pulls back from you with a glint of mischief in her eyes, before she pulls off her nightgown. Your jaw slightly drops at the sight of her. She’s all muscle, with a pretty tummy that looks so kissable, breasts that you want to touch and stretch marks on her thighs that make her so womanly. But then your eyes move towards her underwear, where a large bulge is pressing against the strained fabric and a loud moan slips out of your lips.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She whispers, her golden eyes never leaving yours.
You nod quickly enough to make a small laugh escape her lips.
Slowly she lowers herself on top of you and you gasp once you feel her covered cock press against your thigh. Your hips thrust up, searching for some form of friction between your legs. But the lady of the house only shakes her head, large hands spreading your thighs wide enough to cause a small amount of pain. Her golden eyes are dark, wild like and when she kisses your lips once again the fire burns brighter. Her lips travel past your lips and to your neck where she sucks, bites and licks the skin there. Her hands roam across your body, softly caressing your breasts and down in between your legs. With a swift motion she rips your underwear, and the cool breeze between your legs eases the warmth there. Her mouth now descends on your body, leaving marks in her wake as she kisses down your tummy and in between your thighs where you feel her warm breath against your wet cunt.
“My Lady please” you wiggle against her grip, her hands keeping your thighs against the plush mattress. “I’m burning up, please.”
“I do like to hear you beg,” she murmurs, kissing your thigh. Her lips move slowly, agonizingly slowly up to your cunt where her tongue swipes against your wetness.
As she lavishes you with her tongue, your hips writhe and your fits grab the silk sheets beneath you until your knuckles are white. The moans escaping your lips are nothing like you've done before, or at least in the year you have been in the castle. It had been so long since someone touched you, tasted you even and with the lady’s mouth on your cunt you are sure you're going to come undone within seconds.
“My lady” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as the wave of an orgasm comes closer.
Her hand slowly inches up to your cunt where she slowly eases her finger into you. Even with just one finger you feel so full, and cannot imagine what it will feel like when her cock enters you. She slowly pumps her finger in and out of your cunt while her tongue circles your clit expertly, and suddenly the wave crashes over you like a tsunami. Your legs shake, and the ache between your legs slightly fades as her head is still between your legs. Tasting you, feeling you come undone because of her.
When the golden eyed woman pulls away from your thighs her chin is glistening with your wetness and her finger too. She slowly moves her hand to your mouth and without a single word, you wrap your mouth around her finger. The lady of the castle seems to be pleased because she lets out a small grunt as your tongue tastes yourself on her finger.
“Such a pretty mouth” she smiled devilishly before pulling her finger away. “While I would enjoy your mouth wrapped around my cock, I am simply aching to be inside of you.”
A deep blush creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks at the thought of tasting her. You could only imagine getting on your knees, freeing her cock and taking the member in your mouth. But instead of tasting her, she maneuvers you quickly. Your stomach now pressed against the mattress, face pressed into the pillow where you can smell her shampoo and you can feel the bed shift as she pressed her stomach against your back. Her large hands travel down the plains of your back, and over your ass where she gives you a quick spank with an echoing smack.
“I’m going to fuck you now draga.” She growls slowly in your ear, and the sound of clothing rustles behind you. She then takes one of her hands and helps guide you into the breeding position you're vaguely familiar with. She seems to be just as affected as you are because her breathing seems wild, and her movements seem quite shaky as she pulls you into position. “You are breathtaking.”
There's some shuffling on her end, but you cannot pay attention with the way your body is positioned. You squeeze your thighs together to release some of the ache, but a large hand pulls them apart gently.
“None of that.” She hisses, her hand now on the lower part of your back, gently soothing the skin there.
Suddenly you feel a bit of pressure on your thigh and then on your clit. Her warm cock swipes up and down your cunt, gathering the wetness there. You mewl and arch your back, only to have the lady of the castle grip your hip. She growls and lowers her mouth to your neck, her lips brushing by your ear and nibbling at the skin there. Slowly you feel her push her cock inside of you, just the tip at first, but then she's sinking into your cunt.
“My lady!” You moan, your grip on the sheets tightening if there were even possible and small moans falling past your lips. You no longer care if the castle can hear because this beautiful woman is about to fuck you and thats all that matters right now.
“Call me Mistress,” she orders, as her cock slips into your cunt further.
“Yes Mistress” you confirm the name and feel a little giddy as the words pass your lips.
After a little bit of time her cock is finally bottoming out and you're like a puddle on her mattress. You're so full and every sense of yours is heightened. At least you thought so until she began thrusting, gently at first until you grew accustomed to the fullness and she began to truly rail you. Her grip on your hips was maddening, the feeling of her fingers digging into your skin, her moans of pleasure, her hot breath cascading down your back as she leaves marks. Everything was overwhelming, her scent, her cock and oh god the words she spoke in your ear.
“Does my cock feel good draga, hm?” She hums in your ear, breathing heavily. “Use your words darling.”
All you can muster is a small nod when her right hand sneaks around your waist and touches your sensitive bundle of nerves. You almost let out a shout when she begins circling it expertly, but instead you melt into her and your thighs begin shaking as your orgasm starts crashing over you. You have very little time to feel the pleasure of your second orgasm when you feel something rather large at the entrance of your cunt, and you know exactly what it is. Suddenly, the fire that had been dampened with your two orgasms is once again aflame like a wildfire and the one thing that could truly help was your Mistress’s knot.
Lady Dimitrescu must know because she's stopped her movements and is now kissing your neck sweetly, sometimes nipping at the skin there with her fangs. Her curls tickle the back of your neck, and the smell of her sweet perfume relaxes you.
“Good girl, relax for me now maiden.” She whispers, kissing your ear and slowly starts pushing her knot into you.
At first it feels fine, but then as the widest part of her knot starts to slip in you yelp. The knot was large, you didn't even have to see it to know her knot would leave you sore tomorrow. But hell you wanted it, no you needed her to knot you right here, right now or else you would burn alive. She shushes you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear when finally her knot sinks into your cunt. The golden eyed woman moans loudly, a growl escaping her lips as her teeth claim your neck with a brutal bite.
“Mistress!” You gasp, your vision going dark around the edges and your grip loosening on the silk sheets.
The woman above you moans into your neck and her hips stutter as her orgasm overtakes her. You thought you had felt full in the beginning, but now full of her knot and now her cum you are sure there is no more room for her to fill. Her hips keep stuttering, causing soft mewls of pleasure to escape your lips and your body pushes further into her embrace.
You awake with a start, sitting up in the bed and feeling the soreness between your legs. You look over at your side and see the lady of the castle sleeping peacefully. Her face is relaxed, a small snore making you smile and lay back down next to her. Slowly her golden eyes open, hazed with sleep, but she still smiles at you. Her large arms pull you close, kissing your forehead.
“Good morning,” she sighs out.
“Morning, My Lady” you smile back unsure if to leave or to stay.
She seems to be in deep thought as her right hand caresses your cheek softly. Her fingers trail to your neck, where you wince but she pulls away. She had left a large mark there, bloody for sure, but you were happy it was there.
“From now on Draga. I would like you to call me Alcina.”