Smut, smut, more smut and a hint of g!P(alpha no omega) and possibly light stalking/obsession/mentions of jealousy/ drinking/drunksmut teehee
It was a hot summer in Romania, possibly one of the hottest summer in years since Miranda took over this usually gloomy village. Since summer began Donna Beneviento usually had a call from her older sister, Alcina, at the same time everyday. She’d listen to the older woman complain about the heat and how half her storage went spoiled due to them being unprepared for this sudden heatwave . Donna has always been a listener rather than a conversationalist and Her older sister often came to her to vent due to this reason. Donna was never really bothered by hotter temperatures, but as of late that turns out to be a bit challenging.
Her new Groundskeeper was the cause of her rise in body heat. It had been three years since Donna’s trusted groundskeeper, Mr. Evan, had passed and due to her shy and anxiety ridden nature; she did not fancy the Idea of hiring a new one. That is until one of Mother Miranda’s monthly tea visits turned into a day of Miranda’s infamous motherly scolding sessions about how unruly her estate was becoming. The roofing was falling apart and the gate to the estate was rusting off the hinges due to the heavy rains in the previous months. Mother Miranda also complained about the unruly gardening that she tripped over all the way up to the estate doors. She knew of her daughters fears of having a new groundskeeper and the thought of actually hiring one was out of her comfort zone due to her social anxiety; so she took it upon herself to hire one for Donna.
During the winter Mother Miranda had surprised Donna during their next scheduled tea time with the possible new groundskeeper by her side. Upon first seeing the tall and muscular stranger, The Italian woman felt every emotion flash through her. Anxiety, fear, insecurity, and even angry at Miranda for springing this upon her and ruining her routine that she so tightly hung onto due to her feeling like her routines are the only thing she can control. Yet she also couldn’t help but to stare at the tall stranger through her veil as Miranda invited herself inside, preparing for an interview with the stranger alongside Ms. beneviento. The tall woman was beautiful in donna’s opinion. with long layered, slightly unruly mouse brown hair. Large muscular arms and hands that had strange tattoos and scars littering them, thick and long lashes that had piercing intimidating eyes peering through them. What really caught Donna’s eye was the stranger’s scarred lip that resembled a cleft lip that she’s seen a few babies have within the village. She noticed how it showed a bit of the stranger’s teeth beneath and how it looked more man made than her being born with it due to the scar going all the way up pass her brow and faded a bit into the hairline. The woman looked nothing like a groundskeeper nor gardener and more of a soldier.
“This is your ‘maybe’ new groundskeeper my dear.” Miranda started off with, moving aside to sit down and wait for Donna’s dolls to serve her tea patiently. Miranda had pretty much made up her mind about her pick due to this ‘groundskeeper’ being much more than a helping hand. Yet she knew her daughter had the final say in whether or not she wanted this one.
“Hello Lady Beneviento, my name is Sonata Gusev, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you from mother Miranda.” The muscular stranger greeted in a thick Russian accent and a deep raspy voice that made the the hairs on Lord Beneviento’s arms stick up. She held out a hand for Donna in which has never happened for her, you don’t usually shake hands with a lord and no one wanted to shake hands with the doll maker anyways due to her dark looming presence. Miranda also didn’t correct this as she usually would, but due to her wanting to see her dear shy daughter’s reaction, she let it be.
Donna hesitantly took her hand and gently shook it which surprised even Miranda whom rose her brow and took a sip of her tea watching the interaction of her social anxiety ridden daughter. What surprised the Goddess even more was the small yet noticeable voice,due to how quiet Donna’s home was; that came out towards the Russian woman.
“Sonata?. Like moonlight sonata ?.” Donna was surprised at her own voice coming out. She didn’t expect herself to even ask that but she did not regret it after seeing the small smile on the scared lip of the Taller woman.
“Why Yes my lady. My father was rather in love with the classicals. I do go by Sona though if that is easier.”
Donna, for the first time in her life felt something flutter in her stomach. Her face became hot and her hand within the Russian woman’s own hand, began to sweat and shake so she slowly pulled it away and clasped her hands together not knowing what to do with them.
“I-I-I see. Thank you.” What was she thanking Sona for?. She didn’t know and she mentally slapped herself for speaking and making a fool of herself for something that might not even be noticeable or dire to either Sona nor Miranda but with Donna’s anxiety, she felt like anything she did was awkward and wrong. A little part of her might’ve said ‘ thank you’ for Sona reaching out and shaking her hand, greeting her as of she was a normal woman and did not fear the dark entity of a lord she was like everyone else did. Maybe thanked her For the small smile she showed the nervous lord as well.
“Why don’t you sit for us Ms. Gusev, so we can begin this interview.” Miranda pointed to the couch across from her and the scared lipped woman thanked her and sat as Donna took her place next to her mother.
‘Unmarried’ the doll maker thought immediately after Miranda had spoken her family name.
Miranda was the only one to ask questions of Sona’s capabilities and previous work experiences. The doll maker only listened and found out that the Taller serious looking woman was in fact a soldier before retiring and taking on odd jobs was how she stayed steady. Yet how the Ex soldier ended up in ‘middle of nowhere’ Romania stayed a mystery and was never brought up as Miranda avoided it and Donna was too nervous to ask. Yet as Sona went on, lady beneviento noticed the Russian’s eyes, and how they were in close resemblance to her three nieces’ eyes. She knew Sona could possibly not be human which is why she probably found herself being recruited by Miranda. This piped her interest a bit more.
It eventually ended with Sona shaking Donna’s hand once again, thanking her for the honor and her hospitality, wished her a good evening, then left with Miranda to escort her back home.
The doll maker’s hand continued to feel the ghost of Sona’s own hand. How strong yet so gentle and extremely hot in temperature, as she held Donna’s. It was sure and unafraid.
The next few days was filled with nothing but the thought of Sona. With just one meeting with the taller beautiful woman, Donna began obsessively thinking about her. it became so much to the point she called Miranda herself which wasn’t like her. She always waited for her mother to call and let Angie do most of the talking Anyways.
She told Miranda that Sona would do as the new groundskeeper and she could hear Miranda’s smirk through the phone as the doll maker tried to not sound as excited as she was.
The first time Donna’s little secret happened was the first few weeks that winter, when Sona became established with her duties such as clearing snow from the path that lead from the gate to the estate itself, fixing the roofing and main gates of the estate which was a bit over stimulating for Donna as she disliked the loud continuous banging, but appreciated nonetheless now that her roof wasn’t leaking onto her work and Miranda wasn’t complaining about the gate anymore. Though her favorite of Sona’s duties to watch through her second story window, was when she brought out the axe to cut the large stumps of wood for the fire place and even sometimes for the doll maker’s wood work, Donna silently admired how sweaty the Russian would get even in the cold and wore only a tank top in the middle of winter,she definitely wasn’t human. She admired how the new groundskeeper’s muscles veined and bulged with every swing….it was slowly driving the Lady of the estate mad. how loud her blood would rush in her ears and how her vision would tunnel staring at the long haired woman, how she wished to cling onto those strong arms and to be held by them. To feel her sweaty and slick skin against her own, to be smothered by Sona’s embrace and to even be man handled a bit by her. Donna made a new routine for herself to watch Sona work through the sliver of her bedroom window curtains. She felt a bit guilty and disgusted with her actions of spying on her employee, especially when she started fantasying the dirtiest things she could think of about the ex soldier. It took an extreme turn one afternoon when she decided to desperately relieve this growing unbearable sexual frustration towards the groundskeeper after witnessing her tie up her messy hair back revealing the nape of her neck and muscular shoulders that was usually covered by the long hair; to anyone else it would’ve been normal and unnoticeable maybe ….but it was Donna’s last straw in keeping it together. She bunched up her dress up to her hips and quickly shoved her hands into her underwear and began to frantically rub her own clit, she never removed her eyes away from Sona as she continued to chop and pile wood. She quietly moaned Sona’s name over and over again, wishing it was sona’s large hands taking care of her instead. Oh how she desperately wanted to cling to the intimidating equally quiet woman and claw at those broad shoulders, scratching them up as the taller woman had her way with the doll maker. She felt her own arousal begin to slide down her shaking legs and she put her free hand over mouth to keep the louder moans at bay. She wanted nothing more than to be taken care of by the other woman, mentally, psychically, romantically and especially sexually. She loved how masculine and beautiful Sona was, she also loved how handy she was and how careful she was at fixing Donna’s family home. She imagined Sona being more of a husband than a groundskeeper; that thought made her enter two fingers into herself and she began to roughly finger herself. ‘Pleasepleaseplease-‘ her thoughts were erratic and she went back to remembering how thick Sona’s accent and raspy her voice was, that eventually made her cum and cry into her own hand. She felt guilty in her post “nut” clarity, but as days, weeks, months went by she made it a schedule to watch Sona work in her window and touch herself. She was more than crushing on her employee at this point and would find a bit of courage to bring beverages such as warm black coffee (noticing that’s what she preferred after watching her in the kitchen that she allowed sona to use) or even hot cocoa here and there to the Taller woman and beamed when Sona smiled at her and thanked the shy lord.
It was now present day in the hottest summer of Romania and Sona came in and out the main house to grab tools to fix the holes in the attic and ceiling caused by raccoons that decided the beneviento Manson was the best place to stay for shelter after the harsh summer storms they had recently. she noticed and was unbothered about the living dolls that followed her throughout the house in excitement. Sona showed no fear towards them the first time around meeting them especially Angie whom scared everyone with her crassness and threatening nature. Angie’s first words towards Sona were a few threats due to her own weariness towards strangers, Donna was mortified but the Russian only threw her back and let out an uncharacteristic cackle stating Angie was a funny little thing. Angie didn’t mind the groundskeeper after that surprisingly. Donna blushed when Sona turned to her and praised her for the hobby of doll making calling her a talented artist and even complimented the dolls calling them cute even. The dolls had gotten attached after that. It was around that time Donna became a bit comfortable around her and allowed Sona to call her by her first name. She blushed and squeezed her thighs together hearing it immediately come out the groundskeeper’s mouth.
The dolls peaked around the corner staring up at the Russian woman, mimicking how Donna would stare at her through the window. They shared a bit of Donna’s obsession due to the connection but had their own admiration for Sona. She’d sometimes lean down and show the dolls which tools she was about to use, she’d called them ‘ moi milashki’ alerting them in a soft way when she was about to step over them. She even had Angie on the top of the ladder with her as she worked and told her the next steps she was planning on doing. No one had treated her dolls in such a sweet way besides herself and it made her desperately and hopelessly in love with the other woman after all these months together. She sighed longingly as she watched her from the crack of the door in the phone room; as she fixed the hole in the ceiling of the hallway.
“Sister are you even listening?.” Alcina huffed out startling Donna.
“I uh- I am.” She embarrassingly squeaked out.
“Of course you were. You don’t Mind telling me What was the last thing I said then, hmm?”
There was a long pause and Donna sighed knowing she couldn’t fool Alcina.
Alcina chuckled not really mad at her for losing her attention halfway through the rant she was going on about. The countess then smirked, she couldn’t help but think to tease her little sister knowing her little secret crush on the groundskeeper. Donna had to tell somebody a few months ago because it was driving her mad so what better person to tell than her trustworthy sister whom she was so close to. She of course didn’t tell her the full extent of it but just enough to make it as innocent as possible. That of course turned to regret when Alcina, no matter how statuesque and “mature” the damn woman was, she loved to bully Donna and her ‘sweet’ little crush; in a loving sibling way.
“Distracted by your eye candy again sister~.” She drawled out in a almost sing song voice.
Donna almost choked as if Sona could hear.
“My my you sound almost guilty, I bet she’s wearing such a revealing outfit from how hot it is these days considering how she was dressed the first time I met that little handyman of yours.”
After Donna’s confession Alcina was too intrigued and excited to see just who caught her little sister’s eye being that the smaller woman was a hermit and didn’t like many people. Alcina had went to her estate the next day and was impressed at groundskeeper, she was in fact eye candy and wore a dirtied tank top that fit a bit tight due to her thick muscular form and jeans that revealed not too much but just enough for Donna to continuously stare as Sona served their tea and left the room allowing Donna to stare and her back side through her veil. Alcina barked out an unladylike laugh once Sona left the house to continue her work now that they were settled and Donna hid her veiled face in her hands as if her older sister could see her shameful embarrassment. The countess couldn’t blame her though and was a bit happy that her sister came a bit out of her shell around the groundskeeper, she remained her quiet self of course, but she was making an effort to reply here and there and request for Sona when she needed her.
As soon as Alcina stated that the veiled woman looked into the hallway from her chair and noticed Sona’s cut offs revealing strong legs that were covered in tattoos and a simple shirt with the sleeves cut off as well. The doll maker almost went feral.
“It’s better than last time.” She countered back smiling a bit at her sister laughing. Donna had a bit of a playful side to her sometimes
“ you’re hopeless dear. Why don’t you just go for it ?.”
“Don’t play coy you’re obviously infatuated by this woman. Don’t you want to fu-“
“CINA!.” Donna was going to die as Sona looked from her ladder in the hallway at Donna from the shudden shout. She’s never heard Donna be any louder than a whisper.
How embarrassing Donna thought.
She waved to Sona letting her silently know she was okay and the taller woman nodded and went back to her task.
“Have you been drinking today?.” She playfully spat.
Alcina has been but that wasn’t different from any other day, the woman loved her wine.
“What?. I’m just saying hasn’t this little back and forth been going on for too long?. I’ve seen the way she stares at you too. Don’t you want something to come from it.”
“I-I do. I really do I just don’t know how….I’m scared.”
There was a pause and a wicked smile appeared on Lady Dimitrescu’s face
“I’ve got just the thing. How about I send a couple of my best bottles, you invite her to stay for dinner at your estate and have her take you to be-“
“Alcina.” The doll maker had a warning tone as to not let her sister embarrass her more than she already has.
“You know I’m not much of a drinker.” Donna stated as she got up to close the phone room door with the corded phone between her shoulder and ear.
“I know but this is from a special collection of mine.” She said mysteriously.
“Yes. Maria and I sometimes drink it to…set the mood. I made it special for occasions like this, it’s made with an Aphrodisiac ingredient I specialized . That, Plus on top of wine being a truth serum itself, what could go wrong. You both can confess your undeniable attraction and get this sickly sweet puppy love out the way.”
“Do y-you think it’ll work?.” She whispered.
“Dear I know it works I made it myself. All of my wines are superb.” She boasted.
“Okay then….if you don’t mind sparing some then I guess I could give it a try.”
“Wonderful I’ll send some out tomorrow. Remember my dear sister, be brave and have fun with your lover!. You best not spare any details!. Addio my little sister!.” The phone hung up and Donna placed hers on the holder and released a long needed sigh.
Tomorrow came and just as Alcina promised the wine was delivered by one of her trusted handmaidens. Alcina had them placed in a velvet red box with both the bottles having bows at the neck, the mischievous women placed a note inside with only a heart drawn on it (possibly drawn by her wife Maria whom also loved to be just as mischievous) signed -Alcina.
The doll maker rolled her eyes and brought them inside deciding on what to make for this dinner date she didn’t even ask Sona to stay for yet. She was still mentally preparing herself to build up the courage.
the entire day went by with Donna’s stomach twisting and turning in anxiety, it was getting close for Sona to be done for the day and return home. She barely talked to the Brown haired woman that day due to the anxiety.
Sona felt a little confused, sure Donna was a quiet and shy woman but she at least spoke a few words towards her after all these months of getting the doll maker to be comfortable around her which was in all honesty very hard work. She of course didn’t mind because it was worth hearing the Lady of the house’s soft spoken voice. Though she felt that maybe she offended her somehow, maybe made her uncomfortable?, nervous even?. Sona was a big intimidating woman and had an unintentional glare that could make anyone uncomfortable. Mother Miranda had stated Lady beneviento was a shy recluse woman whom had lots of fears and anxieties, she wanted Sona to not only work for her but to be there as protection for her weary daughter. So the ex soldier agreed and promised to be as welcoming as she could especially now after months of working at the Beneviento estate, Sona couldn’t help to find the mourning garbed woman intriguing and very kind. She wondered why she wore a veil. Though she never had the guts to ask and didn’t want to scare her off. she’d always glance at the painting in the halls of Lady Beneviento hanging on the wall. She’d always think of how gorgeous the woman was and why’d she want to hide such a pretty face. Everyday that Sona went home she couldn’t help but think of that painting, about how cute Donna looked working on those little outfits she made for her dolls and how frail and shapely her hands were. How’d she sometimes hum when she thought no one was listening…nothing but Donna filled her mind, curiosity came into play in torturing the brown haired woman into imagining what her body might look like under her everyday black dresses, what expressions she’d make, how’d she love for the smaller woman to cling to her as she came inside her. That damned painting of Donna tortured her to the point of her slamming her front door of her own cabin and immediately unzipping her pants to whip out her hardened member and begin stroking it erratically every. Single. Day.
Sona was in fact not human but a lycan whom had the X gene Aka ‘ the Alpha gene’. It was a big secret for the Russian woman, especially to those who were not familiar with the culture or existence of werewolf’s.
She’s had previous lovers who knew but it never ended well, not because of her friend downstairs, but because Sona was actually a very jealous and obsessive lover who could be rough at times. Yet she thought about how perfect donna could be for her.
Donna was a recluse so Sona could have her all to herself 24/7, Donna didn’t talk to anyone besides her family which Sona didn’t mind the family part it was others getting infatuated with the cute woman and that could’ve almost worry her if Donna wasn’t such a homebody. She wasn’t a stranger to killing men since that was her only job in the military and wouldn’t hesitate if one decided to even look at her. She’s never seen Lady Beneviento’s face, only that painting in the hall she loved so much, but god did the idea of claiming that woman fog the mind of this obsessive lycan. How she dreamed about taking her shy Lady from behind against the doll maker’s work station. How she’d wail and beg for more, how hazy and blown her eyes would look.
Sona started stroking harder and had her head thrown back against her sofa moaning at this fantasy of her beloved Lady Beneviento.
She wished to dig her teeth into the quiet woman’s shoulder and claim her as her own, she wished to know just how loud and unbelievably wet Donna could get.
She remembered the handkerchief she kept from The doll maker, when Sona had accidentally cut her knuckles while working earlier this month and Donna had immediately brought out the small black fabric with her initials sewn in it; dabbing the taller woman’s bloody knuckles with it. Shortly after Donna had bandaged her hand and forgot about the handkerchief as Sona had hid it in her back pocket.
She started keeping it in her pocket everyday with no intentions of giving it back to the veiled woman. She pulled the soft fabric up to her nose and started inhaling it as her orgasm was nearing. Smelling past the old blood the lycan could smell Donna. The subtle scents of her. She loved how she smelled, she loved how soft and kind Donna was in every way, she loved how Donna seemed like she could be very domestic. Sona thought of how cute of a wife Donna could be and how amazing it would be to wake up everyday to a woman like that. She wanted her, wanted to own her, to be owned by her, to be loved by her and embraced by her. She’d do anything for Lady Beneviento.
“Shit!.” She groaned finally releasing a string of almost never ending cum into her large hand. She felt a bit guilty for thinking of her boss in this way to the point she has to desperately touch herself, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted Donna to be hers.
……She wanted to get her pregnant.
That last dirty intrusive thought made her defeatedly start stroking herself again that night.
So when Donna gave her the cold shoulder that day sona’s mind raced at all the possibilities. She feared for the possibility of having to start at square one with the veiled woman. She’d do it but she’d rather not with at how much progress she made.
Donna on the other hand was frantically trying to make a perfect dinner in the kitchen. She at times forgot to eat with how much work she did so she never really cooked much but this had to be perfect because tonight she was going to confess her admiration to Sona. She buried the possibility of rejection far in the back of her mind because she was determined to push this relationship forward.
She checked the clock and cursed under her breath realizing that the Taller woman’s work day was almost over. She had one last taste test of her cooking and was actually quite impressed with how good it came out.
For the night she had all her dolls follow Angie into the basement for a movie night so the two women wouldn’t be disturbed. Angie had her suspicions but let the doll maker be just this once.
She wiped her hands on a dish towel and took off her frilly apron. She rush outside and caught Sona just in time, she was packing up her tools.
“M-Ms Sona.” Donna Suddenly said quickly becoming embarrassing of how shaking her voice came out and how it surprised The brown hair woman.
“I-I made dinner.” Stupid she was losing her confidence.
The Russian smiled nonetheless
“Did you my lady?.” Sona was intrigued on where this was going she also thought it was a super cute how she was nervously fiddling with her hands.
There was a long pause, too quiet for too long but she took a deep breath and regrettably word vomited. Alcina would have a field day.
“Wouldyouliketohavedinnerwithme?!.” She anxiously got out with a high pitched squeak that made her mentally jump off the highest bridge.
“If-if not I u-understand. Excuse me-“ just as the doll maker was going to run away from the painfully embarrassing encounter she felt a large hand catch her by the wrists as she turned around. She whipped her veiled head to look up at Sona whom had an unreadable expression, but Donna noticed her usual golden hazel eyes were but a thin ring around large pupils that stared down at her.
“You’re inviting me to dinner my lady?.” The larger woman asked softly.
Donna completely melted at the hand still holding her wrist and at how even more dreamy Sona was up close instead of from her window.
“Yes. I am. I-I even have wine sent by lady dimitrescu today if you’d like to try some with me. I-it’s from a good line she said.” She rambled.
Sona noticed her gentle grip still on the Doll maker’s wrist and quickly let go.
“Apologies my lady. I would love to have dinner with you and try Lady Dimitrescu’s wine.” There was that infamous smile that made Donna’s stomach flutter.
She was so happy, she finally did something out of her comfort zone!. Sure she wanted to throw up all over the place and be invisible but she did it and was actually proud of herself.
She lead Sona inside and sat her down at the table to be served.
“It smells very good Donna I’m actually very excited to try your cooking.”
At this the smaller woman blushed and felt an electrifying feeling crawl up her spine from her name leaving Sona’s rather plump scarred lips
“I’m not sure if it’s any good, I don’t cook very often.” She quietly stated as she set their plates at the table.
“Nonsense I’m sure it will be. How about I open the wine?.”
Donna nodded and watched as the taller woman stood a bit to pick up the cork screw and bottle from its fancy “coffin” Alcina decorated.
“I don’t think I’ve had something so nice like this to drink. I’m more of a hooch woman than a wine.” She joked
“Hooch ?.” Donna question never having had heard that word before.
“Ah yes well when I was in the military I was rather young and where I was deployed the older soldier would secretly make this fermented alcohol called hooch and we’d get drunk off our asses until we began singing nursery rhymes to each other, we even made a competition who could run the fastest while shitfaced in the dark of the desert.” Sona scoffed chuckling a bit as she worked on the bottle and Donna couldn’t help but smile actually having heard a story from the Russian woman’s past.
She managed to get the cork off the bottle with a pop and began pouring Donna’s glass first.
“It was also known as toilet wine so this is definitely an upgrade thank you.” She joked and her smile got bigger when Donna actually laughed. It had to have been the cutest heart wrenching giggle the brown haired woman has ever heard.
“Was it really made from the toilet ?.” The doll maker asked with a scrunched face that Sona couldn’t see under the veil.
“Haha no this one was made underground we couldn’t afford the toilet version in the desert.”
Donna laughed again as Sona finally sat down and held the glass towards her.
“Cheers?. For this very nice dinner and to dine with the loveliest woman in the village.” Sona was getting gutsy after maybe realizing that Donna could possibly feel the same for her. There was not only an invitation from the usually too shy of a woman, but wine and lit candles on the table. This was definitely a wine and dine lovey dovey type setting in Sona’s opinion. She almost got hard watching Donna serve there plates. She really did love the domestic take when it came to her beloved doll maker.
Donna’s face became hot and with shaking hands grabbed her wine glass and softly clinked It against Sona’s.
“Y-you’re too kind.” She softly said.
“You think so? Even though you’re the one feeding me ?.” She playfully said finally digging into Donna’s dinner and a moan left her lips.
“My Lady this is really good.”
“I’m glad. I’m actually quite proud of myself.” She folded her veil just enough so that she could eat and drink. She first took a sip of Alcina’s ‘special’ wine hoping that it would give her the courage to hold a conversation because she’s been known to suddenly go quiet in the middle of one. Just the first drink made her a bit warm.
“You should be I don’t think I’ve had a nice home cooked meal in a very long time. I’m practically living off the pastries from the village. “ Sona joked.
Donna tsked but knowing her track record with forgetting to eat sometimes she didn’t scold taller woman like she wanted to.
“Well if you’d like. I-I don’t mind making you something. You are practically here everyday sometimes late. We …could have dinners every night.” Donna bravely offered. She blushed seeing Sona’s surprise yet very happy expression.
“You’re very kind my Lady I will gladly take you up on that offer.” Fuck she’s gonna get hard. Donna’s so cute.
‘Be my wife’ she thought over and over.
She took a sip of her own wine to calm her nerves and sexually frustrated thoughts of the veiled woman and was immediately warmed by the drink.
Dinner went on with light conversations and laughs could be heard along the way here and there as their wine glasses got refilled and they both became warmer. After dinner was done they moved along to the living room with the second bottle of wine to continue their conversation. Donna had feared Sona would leave right after the dinner but thankfully she was wrong and was so happy that the woman wanted to spend more time with her.
She got more comfortable and braver.
“May I ask you something?.” Donna asked.
“Of course my lady.” Sona replied. Her voice was getting raspier in her tipsy state.
“Wow that’s a big question Donna.”
“Nono I’m only teasing you. To answer your question…no I’m not human. Im a werewolf, which sounds a bit corny saying it out loud now that I’m realizing it.” Sona laughed and Donna’s stomach flutter.
The wine has been slowly kicking in, not just the drunken part. Donna’s underwear was getting a bit…slick especially looking into Sona’s dreamy honey hazel eyes and hearing that thick accent.
“My bother- I mean brother is also lycan.” She chuckled at her mistake and Sona caught it too.
“Is he now? Is your bother older or younger.”
“Older” she drunkenly cackled and snorted super uncharacteristically of her and Sona was enjoying every minute of it as they caught the case of the giggles.
It died down and Sona cleared her throat seeming a bit more serious.
“May I ask a question now?.”
“Yes sonata.” She smiled all dopey really feeling the affects of Alcina’s wine. She’s never drunk like this before but she’s also never tried to confess her undying love for an employee or anyone before. So there’s a first for everything.
“Why do you wear a veil?.”
Donna sometimes forget the damn thing due to how use to it she is so she didn’t really expect for this to also be what’s standing in her way with trying to court the taller woman. It was her security blanket but if she wanted something with Sona, she’d had to be brave and the wine was definitely helping.
“ I’m very self conscious of how I look.” She admitted clearly without stuttering.
“But you’re honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen my Lady.”
Donna tilted her head a bit confused
“Your painting in the hallway.” Sona confirmed.
“Ah yes well that is a very old painting of me… I have a rather extreme scar on my right eye. People find it repulsive.” She sadly admitted again.
After a while in silence Sona gentle grabbed Donna’s smaller hand and lead it to touch the large scar on her top lip that revealed a bit of her teeth, guiding the doll maker to touch it.
Of course she would. Donna often thought how pretty and masculine Sona’s face was even with the scar and couldn’t fathom how anyone could ever think her to be unattractive.
“How did you get this?.” The smaller woman asked with her fingers still tracing the scar up into her hairline as Sona talked. She was loving the skin to skin contact even if it was nothing but fingertips against her face.
“ I got it when I was a kid. Two other lycans were fighting in my village and it was just wrong place at the wrong time.” She simply stated smiling. loving the way Donna was drunkenly caressing her scar.
“Don’t be it was a long time ago I don’t mind it honestly.”
Donna realize her mindless caress and finally pulled her hand away. It was quiet again but Sona gently grabbed Donna’s hand and rubbed her thumb against the back of the veiled woman.
“May I see?.” She asked I’m a low soft tone and Donna’s stomach fluttered with crazed butterflies of dread and anxiety. Maybe a bit of sexual tension as well.
After a few minutes she had the courage to slowly lift up her veil. She soon regretted it seeing Sona’s shocked expression.
“I-I told you I wasn’t nice to look at.” She tried quickly putting it back on so she could run away and cry but the Russian woman stopped her and held her teary eyed faced in her extremely warmed hands.
“My lady. You’re very gorgeous.”
This time Donna was shocked.
“Wow You’re really gorgeous. I-I think you’re really pretty, no beautiful. It’s honestly making me a bit nervous now that I’m actually seeing the real deal and not just a painting. s-sorry I um think I’m a bit drunk from the wine.” This time the taller woman was the one to stutter and become red in the face. She felt over the large scar on Donna’s right side just as she did with sona’s lip. She looked over Donna’s dark hair, her soft looking lips, the cute like moles she had and into her dark eye that hazed over looking back at Sona’s hazed eyes. They were both wearing a red hue to their cheeks.
It was actually Donna whom made the first move with clashing her lips into Sona’s, accidentally and embarrassingly clacking her teeth against the lycan woman.
“I’m so-“ the doll maker was interrupted when the other woman slammed her lips back onto hers. Donna was taken by surprise especially when sona’s tongue entered her mouth and quickly was dominant over her own tongue. They were both equally drunk and sloppy.
Donna had of course never done this, she’s only read it in the few erotic books she owns, but she sure as hell was enjoying every minute of it. Finally after months of pining over this woman, Donna is finally getting what she’s wanted and more with how hungry and slightly rough Sona’s was being. The wine was driving them both crazy. Donna was completely soaked and her mind was so hazed she was whimpering and allowing the muscular woman to lay her down on the sofa as she sucked and bit on Donna’s lower lip.
‘Yesyesyes.’ Donna’s mind was practically screaming.
“S-Sona.” Donna whined as Sona kissed her lovingly and possessively all over her face, back to her lips, then down her jawline to bite and suck on her neck. She was frantically feeling up and down Donna’s body through her black dress; so happy that this was finally happening and that she has Donna all to herself now. She wanted nothing more than to make love to her, she was defiantly the hardest she’s been her entire life and her only focused was Donna. Donna. Donna. Donna.
Donna called for her again to grab her attention, as much as she loves this side that Sona was showing she wanted to be taken to bed properly.
“Sona!.” Donna whined louder, this finally grabbed the strong woman’s attention.
“Did I hurt you?” She asked worriedly.
“No not at all. I just want you…to properly take me to bed.”
Sona could’ve just happily died at Donna’s cute pout and redden face and her little shy confession.
The brown haired woman gave her a few more quick kisses and decided to stand up, picking up a squealing giggling Donna in her arms.
The doll maker wrapped her arms around Sona’s neck and gave her a deep kiss in which this time she entered her tongue and dominantly took control as the other woman was distracted with taking them upstairs to the Lady of the house’s room. Trying not to fall down or up the stairs in their drunken state.
As they broke away for a second so Sona could focus on opening the door while carrying the smaller woman, Donna playfully started biting the Russian’s neck which drastically changed the mood up a notch as Sona moaned then released a growl finally opening the door, closing it, then throwing Donna on her bed .
She squealed in surprised and soon felt Sona ontop of her quickly and roughly bunching up her dress to her waist. She soon felt a bulge rubbing against her underwear and her eyes widened a bit in surprise of there being a bulge but also how good it felt to have sona’s hips grind and thrust against her so hard and possessively.
She kept moaning and gasping at how crazy Sona was grinding against her.
Especially all the crazed mindless praises she was groaning and whining in Donna’s ear such as
‘You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this’
It was driving Donna crazy. She’s never had sex before, being a hermit all these years costed her from feeling this amazing! And her clothes were still on. An orgasm was building up.
“W-wait Sona.” She barely was heard in the crazed obsessive state that the lycan woman was in. All those little sounds Donna was making was driving her past the point of no return.
Before Donna could try and grab her attention again, her legs had a mind of their own and decided to lock around the bigger woman’s hips as she crazily humped the doll maker into an orgasm completely ruining her underwear. A long and loud moan drawled out as Sona slowed her hips allowing Donna to tightly cling to her and force the Russian woman’s face into her neck, trying to catch her breath.
Eventually Sona drew back having her dopey smile wash off her face as she was met with Donna’s cute angry pout, the smaller woman smacked her shoulder.
“idiota!. I told you to wait, I wanted my first time to be with you actually in me.”
She was gonna go mad real real mad!!.
She noticed Donna saying her ‘first time’ which made Sona feel a tiny bit guilty being as rough and crazed as she was but Donna seem to like it she thought.
“I’m sorry baby.” She started with using a sickly sweet and soft playful voice nuzzling and kissing the side of Donna’s face that was red just from being called baby in that thick accent of hers.
“You’re just so cute and soft.” She ground her hip and bulge against Donna having cute little twitches and whines come out of her. Donna’s arousal was soaking Sona’s jeans.
“And really pretty. I couldn’t help myself. Forgive me?.” She feigned being actually sorry and Donna really liked this playful side of her handsome groundskeeper but rolled her eyes getting to see how troubled her true side was.
“Pleasee?.” She begged giving a kiss to her shoulder.
“Just this once. I’ll forgive you.” She stated giving her lover a quick kiss that turned heated very fast and it lead to Sona grinding and practically thrusting hard and crazy against her once again!.
“Mm!.” Donna hit her shoulder maybe this woman really was an idiota!.
“Okay okay sorry. Sit up for me my pretty girl?.”
Donna huffed but obeyed swooning at the pet name.
As she sat up as sona unzipped her dress, laid her back down and began pulling her dress down her body. Donna was insanely turned on but also a bit nervous.
She shyly covered her breast which for now Sona allowed wanting Donna she be comfortable. She started rubbing the doll maker’s soft stomach.
“You’ve really never done this before Donna?.” She asked seriously.
The pale woman shook her head and watched sona’s hand gently caress her stomach.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me malysh?.”
Donna’s eyes got a bit teary from how soft she was being and how unbelievably turned on she was.
After this statement Donna witnessed Sona’s pupils get impossibly larger than they already were. Donna then yelped as she was aggressively pulled to the edge of the bed. A complete switch from just how soft she was being.
“Can I take these off?.” The band of her underwear were tugged on and Donna lifted her hips as a silent permission. She was getting a bit shy now that the coldness of the room was now hitting her soaked lips but she was secretly loving how rough and crazy Sona was acting completely different from her usual calm and quiet nature. Donna felt so desperately wanted by her she truly was in love.
Just then Sona kneeled to the floor in between Donna’s long legs and her head shot up with comically large shocked eyes.
“Wait that place is dirty!.” Donna didn’t really know the night was going to lead to this if she was being honest. Maybe a confession and if she was lucky a goodnight kiss if the feeling was Reciprocated, she was not at all prepared!. She wanted this, yes, a thousand times yes!. She just forgot to shave and having Sona stare so intensely almost sobered her up.
“It’s not dirty trust me. Besides You’re really wet malysh. I promise to take care of you.” She was admiring the dark thick curls and Donna wanted to smack her in the head for how she was staring at it in a hopeless heart eyed manner!.
“I-idiota!- Ah mmp!.” A kiss to her bundle of nerves shut her up real quick. Her face was so red as she made the loudest, whiniest, sobbiest, choked moans anyone has ever heard; as Sona fucked her with a surprisingly long thick tongue that scooped her arousal and prodded against a certain spot in her that had the doll makers hands fly down to grip Sona’s unruly hair to hold in place as Donna’s hip frantically humped the taller woman’s Face. She was dripping down sona’s chin all the way down her neck. She thanked the gods for sona’s talented tongue and her strong curved nose for hitting her clit just right. Is this what she was really missing out on? She was missing Out on complete euphoria!. She loved how well Sona was taking care of her!. She was feeling so loved by her!.
“Sona ! Sona!.” Strings of moans and incoherent babbling came from the thrashing lord and Sona was in heaven watching her beloved Lady Beneviento losing herself in pleasure. She loved how absolutely uncontrollably loud she was and how she said her name over and over again. Shit she loved the way she tasted too, she was getting drunk all over again. Donna was a never ending flood gate and Sona at one point in her semi drunken state thought she was going to drown in Donna. She’d happily die this way.
She decided her cute beloved Lady was wet enough for a finger and she slowly entered her getting a unexpected reaction as Donna cried in complete Ecstasy as her walls clamped around the finger that had just entered her, trapping it.
“So fucking cute.” Sona mumbled as she kept her finger in Donna as the lord’s back was arched and she thrashed against the bed cumming around the finger that barely did anything . Her dark hair was sprawled against the bed and her body was flushed. At that moment Sona really wished Donna was her Wife.
She laid ontop of Donna and kept that same finger in her. The doll maker was still catching her breath but loved the weight of Sona ontop of her.
She put her nose against Donna’s neck and took in her scent as the said woman started leaving kisses on sona’s muscular shoulder. She noticed the larger woman still had her clothes on and began tugging on her shirt.
“take this Off cara mia.” She simply ordered and she quickly felt the finger slip out of her which made her twitch and watched Sona tug off her shirt as she stood. Donna then tugged at the buckle of the Russian woman’s belt.
She didn’t miss the hesitation or the distant look Sona had in her face but she wanted to pleasure her too. Plus she was really curious as to what what hitting her when Sona was humping her like a damn feral dog.
She definitely didn’t miss the huge wet spot she made on the bulge on sona’s jeans. It embarrassed her a bit but also made heat begin to pool in her stomach again.
She went ahead and unbuckled and unbuttoned her lovers belt and pants for her, then tugged them down halfway revealing a rather large penis that hit against sona’s own stomach when released. This was her first time seeing one in person but she’s read a lot about them. She looked up at her lover who was red in the face and looking away from her embarrassed by her secret being finally exposed.
Donna honestly didn’t mind, in fact she was twitching and clenching around nothing just imagining Sona finally putting that big thing inside her and fucking her with no mercy. Though for now she wanted her beloved Sona to feel comfortable and loved too. So from the bed she sat on her knees to reach for a kiss which the groundskeeper happily reciprocated.
Sona obeyed finally fully getting out of her Jeans and boxers and sitting against the head board. Donna smiled as sona’s dick twitched and jumped when slowly she crawled over to her lover.
“You like me that much baby.” She playfully cooed at her hardened member in the same voice used to tease Donna earlier. She wanted to lighten the mood and it worked when Sona grumbled and rolled her eyes smiling knowing she deserved that. She quietly moaned when Donna softly wrapped her hands around it. She started to stroke it and watched sona’s cute expressions completely adoring the way the brown haired woman kept eye contact with her whilst she touched her.
“You’re really big you know. How are you supposed to fit.”
“Keep talking like that and ima cum.” She said nonchalantly.
She was twitching a lot in Donna’s hand. Was this really enough?.
Without thinking she leant down and dragged her tongue against the tip of her twitching member and Sona moaned.
“Shit I’m definitely going to cum.” She whispered. Embarrassingly close to finishing with how Donna was rubbing the tip softly against her soft plump lips.
What she didn’t really expect was for Donna to take her in her mouth suddenly.
“Fuck” her eyes were wide watching Donna figure out how to actually do it. She started off awkward but stayed determined as Sona was enjoying it anyways with seeing how cute Donna looked with a dick stuffed in her mouth. She then started stroking Donna’s soft hair gently gripping it and putting weight on her head so she’d choke a little. Which she did with tears collecting in her eyes shortly after.
Donna finally found a rhythm and it had Sona giving her so many praises with gasps and moans . She started being a bit rougher with Donna, slowly face fucking her until she choked and gagged, which made the taller woman finally cum.
The cum itself drip down Donna’s chin and neck and Sona stared at her while she caught her breath. Watching it drip down slowly. She doesn’t know how much longer she could handle just how crazy Donna was driving her.
Donna silently climbed in her lap and snuggled into her muscular lover.
“Was that okay?, did I do a good job?.”
Donna moaned feeling sonas thick finger enter her.
“Yeah you’re a really good girl.” She said dreamily.
Donna beamed at the praise and it had her squeezing sona’s finger that was slowly pumping in and out of her, stretching her.
“That feels so good cara Mia.“ she whined hiding her face into sona’s neck. It felt too good.
“Yeah.” She whimpered pathetically.
“Can I add another one malysh?.”
“Hurry.” She impatiently whimpered in her ear. Donna was going crazy. Sona was going freaking crazy too. They were both in a useless crazed lustful state. In their own perfect world. Just them no one else.
Sona listened to her pleads and added another.
At that Donna shot straight up to look at Sona’s piercing gaze and started babbling a bunch of nonsense when the larger woman curled her fingers in her hitting that really good spot not even Donna could reach herself. The stretch was definitely a new feeling!.
“Be mine be mine be mine. I don’t want anyone else but you! Mi amore!.” Donna was grinding erratically against sona’s fingers for a bit and was so disappointed when they were suddenly pulled out and she was thrown onto her back.
The larger woman quickly moved between her legs and started tapping her beyond hardened dick against the disheveled Italian woman’s clit. Donna was moaning very loud and practically sobbing at this point looking up at Sona pathetically with tear stained cheeks.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine ?.” Sona said with her mouth ajar from how good rubbing just the tip through Donna’s insanely slick folds felt.
“yes! I’m yours and only yours no one else’s!. Please take care of me my love I can’t take it!.” She cried and more tears came out of her.
‘She’s gonna be the death of me’ Sona thought. This woman was literally her Match. Donna was legit her soulmate. It was a match made in heaven. She’s definitely going to make this woman her wife. Even Her crying face is cute.
“Anything for you.” She slowly started entering watching and hearing every reaction coming out the once quiet and shy woman, to a now loud moaning and sobbing wreck that was still capturing the heart of her groundskeeper.
Once she was fully inside she laid against Donna and snuggled into her neck wrapping her up in her muscular arms pushing her more into the bed. Sona was waiting for her to get used to her size, but Donna impatiently was clenching and whining, even going as far as to try and thrust her hips if it wasn’t for her weight pining her. She didn’t have to wait long because Sona became impatient too.
She groaned at how good it felt to finally be in her. Donna was of course on the same page as she wrapped her legs around her waist and her arms around her neck. She was moaning and gasping as the paced picked up and sona’s dick started thrusting at a certain angle. She started biting and sucking on Donna’s neck claiming her as she listened to her lover continuously moan loud in her ear.
“So pretty.” She stated towards Donna who was lost in euphoric bliss
“I’m close.” She suddenly stated clawing at sona’s back leaving it a bit bloody.
“Mmm already? Can’t you hold it a bit longer my love?.” The taller woman asked as she was ruthless thrusting into her like her life depended on it.
“No!.” As soon as that came out of her mouth she began arching her back and cumming around sona’s dick that abruptly stopped and twitched inside her. Watching her lover adorably cum once again.
However after a few minutes She then flipped the still panting Italian woman onto her stomach and renter her from behind.
She whined and choked a sob from how sensitive she was !. Sona was trying to kill her!.
“I’m almost there baby I promise. Just a little more?.” She slowly pulled out all the way and slowly fully rented. A drawl out feral groan came from Donna. She buried her face in a pillow and screamed and moaned when Sona started thrusting faster, ruthlessly taking her from behind and fucking her into the mattress. Sona interlocked both their hands together pining them down against the bed and leaning down into her ear kissing it sweetly.
“Fuck baby I want you like this everyday.”
“Those little noises you’re making are driving me fucking crazy, you know that?. I love how nasty and naughty you are just for me.”
“I want to cum with you this time.”
“I want to cum with you my love please?. Please?.”
Donna could only respond in screams of pleasure. How was she so close to finishing when she legit felt like there was nothing more she could give. The way Sona was whispering sweet things into her ear encouraging to cum together as she literally drilled into her like a complete psycho was honestly getting her there. She loved how rough she was being even though she felt like she was going to die.
Donna’s head turned to the side against the bed.
“I-I’m-….babyyy I’m so close!.”
“Me too.. are you gonna cum with me?.”
“Yeah!.” She was crying at this point
Sona’s heart was swelling.
So cute so cute so fucking cute
“Yes hurry I’m too close.” She said impatiently and Sona leaned down to interlock their lips together as they moaned and gasped in eachother’s mouth as they both reached their peak. Sona pushed as far as she could into Donna making her whimper and sob as she felt hot ropes of cum release inside her and her own juices started squirting out wetting Sona and getting a bit on the bed. Her body uncontrollably shook and convulsed until she finally collapsed. Sona pulled out and lovingly bit and kissed her back a few times leaving marks behind; before picking her up and putting her under the covers. She slid in behind the doll maker and held her closely.
Whispering in her ear playfully “did I do good?.”
“Don’t mock me.” She pinched sona’s nose playfully.
They both laughed and ended up quickly falling asleep shortly after.
Donna later found out that her sister never added this “special ingredient”. They were just drunk and horny.
Here’s my weak introduction to the re8 smut community 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗 Donna’s super cute and I’m lowkey always thinking about doing this to her
