“Look, look! This is the North Star. And look here – Ursa Major, The Big Dipper. Also sometimes called the Great Bear.” For the past half an hour Angelica shows her lady the stars and constellations. They lie on her roof on a blanket, wine near them and another bouquet of peonies, which turns out – Alcina’s favourites.
“You know so much about it, draga mea. How so?”
“Well… When I was little it was the only joint activity with my father. His obsession with the cosmos made me fall in love with it too. Unfortunately that was the only thing where he could put up with me. It's not like he didn't love me. Far from it. Just… Was always too serious to show his love.” Angelica frowns, then grabs Alcina’s hand and points in the sky. “Oh look, Sirius in Canis Major, also known as the Great Dog. This is the brightest star in the sky!”
“Yes, I can see it. I can also see another bright star.” She looks at her lovingly.
“Which one?” Angelica is confused and turns to looking at her lady.
“You.”
“Oh stop it.” She laughs and leans in for the kiss. It is tender and slow. The girl pulls away and suddenly becomes sad. She sits with her arms around her knees and sighs.
“Alcina,” she calls. “What do you feel towards me?”
The lady startles. She frowns and also sits to look at her girl. “Umm… To be fair with you, I am not ready for the big words. But. I know I fell for you. As Daniela calls it, "have a crush”. She tries to lighten the mood, but it’s not working.
“Will you…” the girl's voice breaks. “Will you stop feeling this if I do something unethical?”
“What are you talking about, darling?”
“Doesn’t matter. Will you or will you not?”
“I don’t know. I do something unethical like drinking blood all the time. It didn’t alienate you. Why will it happen in return?”
“I don’t know,” she mutters. “What if it will?”
“I can’t tell you for sure, darling. But all I know is what sometimes difficult solutions come at a big price. Come here.” And she hugs her and lays back with Angelica's head on her chest. She strokes her hand and lulls the girl into calm.
Angelica relaxed and went to her playful self back. In one fast motion she straddles her lady's waist and leans in for a kiss. They are so absorbed with each other, missing Angelica's phone ringing. The words “she is ready” appears in it, but no one sees.
The kiss is slow and sensual; they are still trying to stick to the “no sex” rule, even after breaking it tremendously in the Opera hall several days ago. “God, I love the way you kiss,” says Angelica. “You do it like it's the most important thing in the world. I always feel special.” She leans in for another one.
“What is just because I love… kissing you” Alcina stumbles at words, blushing. They lay for a moment, feeling chests rising and falling with each breath, hearing each heartbeat, sensing perfumes. Angelica pleads for another kiss and gets it with her lady's laugh. Their lips gliding as they knew another's mouth like their own, tongues stroking lips and each over, making them pant and wish for more. But they succumb to the rule this time, enjoying a peaceful make out session.
~*~
“You sure about Melissa?” The lady in the blue coat looks puzzled.
“Yes, miss. She proved herself to be the best. At every test. I want her specifically.”
“It just… One couple also looks for her. What if it’s a better choice for the kid?”
“I am taking her. I’m sure you can figure it out.” Another bribe slides towards the lady. This time it is three crammed envelopes.
“I’ll call for her.” She mumbles.
“Good.”
~*~
Four hours later in the dungeon in Angelica's house they came in a hurry. The room was bright and freezing. Angelica is running around the room, preparing her surgical table, helping Roger dress himself, finding all of the ingredients for the surgery.
A ten year old blonde girl sits on a table, looking like a little scared mouse. “Will it hurt?” She says.
“Nooo, darling, of course not.” Angelica comes closer to hug her. “You will breathe some funny air and fall asleep, and then you wake up, you will be just as fine as right now.”
“You promise, miss Angelica?”
“I promise, kiddo. You will wake up, feel even stronger than now. More powerful, better hearing, better vision. You will be alright, better even, I promise.” She coos.
Angelica lays the girl down and fastens belts up tying her to the table. A few breaths of sevoflurane and she closes her eyes, falling asleep.
Angelica breathes unsteady. “This is the point of no return.” She tells herself and breathes out rapidly. “Let’s go, baby”. Hands properly washed, the scalpel, in her hands, stopped shaking, the rib spreader awaited for its time next to her. The surgical operation has started.
Open heart. So vulnerable, so easy to break, to fail. Angelica asks Roger for help. The butler plays the role of nurse, landing his lady a hand. Angelica is as focused as she never was. The ticket to easy and calm life with her newfound family, with her beloved Alcina, lay right in front of her. Success is the only option.
One little stitch, another, and another. It is done, now they can only wait and pray.
~*~
Karl was stomping around his office. The coffee is cold, the cigar is long gone out and only one screen lit the room. He is deep in thoughts, going in circles. Something was wrong. Something with Angelica was wrong. The girl is playing with the wrong forces, and he knows it will end in problems for all of them. What was this bitch doing? Suddenly, the screen showed some noise. Karl glues to it in anticipation.
The cave stands in menacing silence, keeping anyone who is not worthy away. The mold is waiting. So as Karl, looking at it through the camera. A minute passed, and Angelica finally came to the cave. This time she isn't alone. The little angel in her hands peacefully sleeps, she carries her like a treasure, stops before the cave and spends some time hyping herself up. After a few moments she walks in with no restraints this time.
Karl smokes, in thoughts. He sits an hour in silence, looking at the screen, waiting. "The kid near the mold. What is on her mind?” He thought, right in the moment, then Angelica walked out with a girl, who was walking by herself. She sits next to her, says something and hugs the kid. They both get joyful and leave the cave in comfortable silence.
“What's it,” he thought. “Is she fucking mad?! I don't want to tolerate this anymore.”
“Mother Miranda?” His voice sounded quiet and dangerous. “It seems we have some news from our new addition. Could you be so kind as to gather a meeting. I’m sure you will like it.” As much as Karl was fond of Angelica, Miranda was predictable. Angelica wasn't, and that scared him to no end.
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Summary: Doesn't matter how much they going to talk Angelica always will have some secrets.
Chapter 12: The Opera hall once more
The opera hall was dimly lit by a few candelabras standing right next to the grand piano. Before which lady Dimitrescu sat. She's playing and singing a “Wild Women Don’t Have the Blues*” to Angelica, who is standing leaning over the piano. Her eyes full of love and adoration shine in a candlelight and reflect her lady's face. Alcina's voice fills the room, enchanting not only Angelica, but also hiding behind the door girls and even some staff members. The music goes beyond the Opera hall, the hallway, the courtyard. In every soul around the hall, something beautiful shone and made its bearer feel themselves as a bit of a better person than they actually were.
“Your voice is the most beautiful thing I had luck to stumble upon. Doesn't matter if you sing, speak or moan.” Says Angelica when the lady finishes her song.
“What a sweet talker you are.” Alcina blushes, covering her smile with a hand.
“It's not a sweet talk if it's true. Besides, I'm definitely not the only one listening.” She says, glancing at the door, behind which girls leave in hurry. “Ah! Now we are alone.” Says Angelica, and both women laugh.
The girl returns her sight to her lover and takes in her appearance. The lady sits in front of her in a tight black shimmering dress back from her jazz days, her hands covered with long see-through gloves, hair in a masterful updo. Angelica herself happens to be a rhyme to her lady. She wears a light white dress, glitter on it shines in a candlelight, leaving little spotlights on her lady's face.
The love filled Angelica's heart, making it hard for her to not drop an l-word bomb. It flutters and beats so fast, making the girl wish to squeeze her beloved so tight she couldn't breathe.
“Alcina,” she coos. “May I kiss you?”
The lady smiles and nods. Their lips lock in a tender kiss, slowly discovering each over once again. This time from a more sensual side. The long kiss, as much as they resist, becomes more heated with each second. Absent-mindedly, Alcina tugs her girlfriend to her lap, kissing deeply. One accidental bite and she draws a drop of blood, flicks it and continues to kiss. Angelica can't help herself but run her hands through the lady's locks, messing up her updo.
Alcina's hands get rid of gloves and find their place under Angelica's skirt, then the girl wakes up from the heated slumber. “Wait, we wanted…” she gets interrupted by Alcina's lips. “Darling, wait… Our no sex rule.”
“Fuck it.” Alcina whispers, kissing her collarbones.
“Fuck it,” Angelica echoes, finding lady's lips once more.
The girl straddles Alcina, her hands stroking the lady's shoulders, collarbones, chest. “God, I need to feel you.” She mutters. “Take it off, please, darling…” Angelica's voice cuts off with want, her hands lowering Alcina's straps, revealing her breasts. “Wait…” the lady awakes. “What if someone…”
“No one will dare to. Don't worry.” Angelica whispers, kissing the lady's neck, going down and down, to her bosoms. Her lips lock on Alcina's right nipple, lightly sucking, licking, biting. She makes her lover moan wantonly, so she continues to go lower. “God, I want to eat you out so badly. I want to hear this sweet voice sing for me.”
Angelica glides to the flour, hitting her knees. She tugs Alcina’s black dress up, spreading her legs, and looks up at her for consent. And then receives it, goes straight to Alcina's core. The lady breathes out and spreads her legs a bit further. Angelica slides off her underwear and bites her sensitive skin right next to her lips, lightly licks them with barely there touch. Alcina leans back, her hand instinctively goes to the girl's head. The young lady gives a few more light strokes and without a warning goes for a long swipe of the tongue. She licks and licks, goes dipper and fucks Alcina with her tongue, covering her face with her lady's juices. She moves to the clitoris and devotes all her attention to it. Alcina usually loses all her senses then Angelica hits one particular spot on it, so she moves to it specifically. Three minutes later, Alcina can help but moan loudly, bringing Angelica's head closer. She pants and shivers, her orgasm is close. Just a bit more licking and she comes shaking. Her thighs capture Angelica's head, but release her quickly.
“Hope you are as satisfied as I am.” Angelica says in a shallow breath. Alcina looks ravishing. Skimed up dress, slided down straps, open chest, dishevelled hair and running mascara. A sight to behold. “Fuck, you look delicious.” Angelica breathes out. “One more time?” She smiles.
“No, come here. My turn.” Alcina stands on a little wobbly legs, throws off her heels and takes Angelica into her hands. She closes the piano and lies the girl on its cover. The next second white dress tugged up, underwear thrown away, and legs are spread. “God, I want to feel you with my whole nature.” Alcina mutters. “Please,” Angelica whines.
“Please what?”
“Anything,” the girl's pussy throbs with want and almost painful anticipation.
Alcina bends down and kisses Angelica with a long and passionate kiss. Her hands stroke the young woman everywhere she can reach. She touches her delicate skin on her breasts, her sensitive nipples, goes over a gathered dress and feels her tender thighs. The girl shivers, and pants so hard her throat gets dry.
Alcina breaks their kiss, and a thin thread of saliva sparks in the air. The lady goes down, “Oh, how I missed it!” She whispers. “I saw your pretty pussy in every dream since our reconciliation.” She smiles and goes in. One long swipe of the tongue and Angelica loses all her composure. “Fuck, you… just…” she mutters under a breath. Alcina smiles like a devil and continues. Her tongue remembers the girl's pussy like an old map, the muscle memory kicks in and helps to guide Angelica to heaven. She licks her clitoris in a particular way, making her lose any coherent thoughts she had. “Faster… fuck, please…” Alcina licks furiously, Angelica cries in pleasure, and with the last long swipe of the tongue she comes with a long moan. Her head gets back onto the cover she lies on. She tries to restore her breath while Alcina smirks and fixes her black dress.
“I do wish to continue, darling.” She says. “Let me carry you.” Alcina takes her bride-like style and takes to her chambers.
~*~
Breakfast went in an awkward silence. The girls still didn't forgive Angelica for leaving their mother heartbroken, but her flowers stunt and Alcina being happy warmed them up. They glanced at her and smiled the way their mother couldn’t question them, but almost didn't talk.
Angelica on the other hand felt lost. She didn't know how to make amends with them and decided – her dedication to make Alcina happy will speak for itself.
“Girls,” the lady says. “I am happy you joined us this morning, but now I must ask you to leave us alone. We have some serious mutters to speak on.”
“Yes, mother.” They mutter and turn into swarms of flies, leaving.
“Am I in trouble?” Angelica asks guardedly.
“Karl came in recently. Showed me some interesting videos of you.”
“I hope it wasn't porn.” She smiles.
“Angelica, this is serious.”
“I know, I know. Sorry. Did you tell him about the mould choosing me?”
Alcina made a pause, peering at her lover. “No.”
“Thank you.”
“But I must know what the hell is going on. You looked like you were dying on one of them! Darling, I don't want to lose you…”
Angelica stands and comes closer, hugging Alcina and kissing her cheek. “You won't, I promise.”
“What was it then?”
Angelica sighs and explains. She speaks about the mould, how it works and how hard it is to get close to it before you prove yourself. Her story goes on and on until Alcina's head bursts with new knowledge.
“In conclusion, I want to overthrow Miranda, and I need to do it myself.”
“Why can't we help?”
“Alcina, it's too dangerous for you all. I cannot risk you or anyone, really. It is my battle, and I am going to win it myself. Will you promise me to not interfere? To send Karl off next time? Can I trust you?”
Alcina sighs. “If you are so sure about that, yes. But! Promise! Promise me to ask for help whenever you'll need it.”
“I promise, darling. I do."
~*~
“Miss Angelica, morning! We were waiting for you.” The woman in the blue coat meets the girl in the hall. “Follow me. Everyone has already gathered in the sports hall.”
“Nice.”
“Everybody say hi to Miss Angelica!”
The choir of kids voices greets the young lady.
“Hello, darlings!” She says with a warm smile. “Let's start with today's tests. We will… Yes, Leon?”
“Why are you, unlike other parents, choosing one of us by tests?”
“Reasons, darling. Is that it?”
“I don't wanna do them.” He frowns and crosses his hands.
“You see a door, darling? Please be a dear, close it from behind.”
She glances in silence at the boy leaving, and turns to others. “Five best of you today will receive a new phone at the end of the day. Now. Let's start. Squats. Ready? Go!” She blows a whistle and observes kids, counting.
“And that is for today.” Angelica passes the woman an envelope filled with money. Who takes it, puts in a purse with shaking hands and turns her cameras back on. “Thank you, miss. We will see you in a week. How many tests are left?”
“Only one. And don’t bother to turn cameras on, I have one on me. Always.” Angelica taps on the little camera hiding as a brooch, looking at a getting pale woman.
She never could pull something like that off without a bribe. It starts to cost her more and more. But the bright future looked way too good to give up now. She will finish the deal no matter what.
Summary: Alcina finally receives the romance she asked for. But will she betray her love if Angelica's behavior scares her?
Chapter 11: Flowers and secrets
Roses. Daffodils. Daisies. Tulips. Lilies. And peonies. All sorts of flowers covered the floor in the Dimitrescu castle’s hallway.
“What's this all about?” The Countess comes down to the front door. The flowers continue to flow like a river. Maids take bouquets, one after another, and attend them on the floor. Vases for them ended thirty minutes ago.
“M’lady, that is from the courier.” Maria passes an envelope to Alcina.
A red letter with a faint smell of Angelica's blood lies in her hands. “Let me see.” Alcina puts on glasses and opens it with a swift motion.
“My lady, I would love to host you at my house. Tomorrow at 9 p.m.”
A.
P.S. I didn't know your favourites, so you get to have them all.
The lady smiles to herself and looks over the flower ocean. “Maria, I want you to spread them around the castle and preserve them as long as possible.”
The maid bows and goes to instruct the others. The flow has finally stopped.
~*~
They sit in the dining room at Angelica's place. The table is longer than Alcina anticipated, so she is a bit bitter over her vis-a-vis sitting so far away. The lady wears her favourite white dress. Angelica chooses another bright red suit. On a background quiet, barely there instrumental music plays. The lights are dim, candles on the table, roses in the vase. Romance 101.
The conversation flows freely and easily. Alcina and her girl discuss everything and anything on their mind. They opened a second bottle of wine then Alcina decided to ask a question which was on her tongue since yesterday.
“So…” she smiles. “One hundred and thirty bouquets exactly. Why?”
“You said you never received big gestures. You deserve all the flowers of the world. Of all kinds. And I will make sure you”ll receive all of them.” Angelica blushes. “Sorry, I didn't organise something romantic in a while so I may be a bit banal.”
“Everything is perfect. Thank you.”
They get silent for a moment, returning to their drinks.
“Angelica, I want to ask you. And I insist that this time we speak openly with each other. No games anymore."
“As you wish.”
“You ran away saying you don't feel anything. Why? What was on your mind?”
“Oh god.”
“Please. I need to know.”
“I.. um… I had a bad experience before and decided to leave love outside of my life. I chose to be cynical about it, chase only the pleasure of the body, and ignore any feelings I might perceive." Her shoulders get a little higher in fear of being judged and to be too open. “Sometimes it was so clear for me how hard I fell for you. I felt my heart trembling at your sight, my thoughts getting all mixed, I have been in love before, I knew the signs. And I got scared and decided to ignore it. That evening… I was afraid I would give myself away with any different reaction. So I ran.”
Alcina listened to her intently. She left all her bitterness behind and chose to learn Angelica's story, to become closer. “You were hurt before?”
Angelica laughs weakly and looks Alcina in the eyes. “Terribly so. I was… you know, married and…”
“Wait,” Alcina interrupts. “Married? But your blood is as sweet as virgins, no man-touch, nothing of sorts, how is it possible?”
“That is probably because I was married to a woman.” Angelica giggles, surprised how it startled Alcina. The lady definitely fell behind modern life. “It is legal in some countries nowadays, you know. Oh, darling, you have so much to learn.” She smiles at her confused face.
“Let's say, I believe in all that “marriage situation”. But what happened?”
Angelica sips wine, smiles contentedly and sighs. “It was the wrong person. Please, let me leave the details out. In short it was psychological abuse, physical too, infidelity (many times), theft and overall a heartbreak.”
“I am sorry that happened to you.”
“Well…” the girl stands and comes closer to the lady. “It led me to Miranda, who led me to you, so it’s not all bad.” She says as she leans on the table near Alcina. “Can't bear to be that far away from you. Though your lap would be a better place for me.”
“Angelica, please…” says the Countess.
“I remember that we are leaving anything sexual aside for now, but please let me at least verbally hit on you at times.” She smiles and winks at Alcina, who can't help herself but smile back. “Agreed.”
Angelica reaches for Alcina's hair and tugs a little lock behind her ear. The lady's breath hitches.
“So, what about you, my lady? How come such a gorgeous woman is lacking romance in her life? People must want to tie themselves in a knot to please you. How could that never happen?”
“I grew up in a different time, my dear. All the romance came from men. And relationships with women… Let's say, they never were stable enough. Not many of them were ready to go against society. So it usually was brief. Only once I had a proper romance. We spent five years together. She was so paranoid. Always checking who is looking, if we are alone, if there is a possibility to be heard, seen. It was hard to be her dirty secret, but I loved her so I endured and waited for a better life. It never happened. Then I was diagnosed with my disease, she left me, even without a note. Which also led me eventually to Miranda.” Alcina smiles sadly, remembering vividly how painful it was.
“Hey,” Angelica strokes her lover's cheek. “It's all in the past,” she whispers. “I promise, I'll take care of you now. I won't run away anymore.”
Alcina leans to her touch, takes her hand, kisses a palm. “I know.”
“I want you to understand something though,” Angelica returns them to the now. “I love the power dynamic I insisted in the bedroom on. I love to be a little bit bratty. But with all that being said. I am adult enough to keep an adult relationship. I’ll be there for you no matter what and require the same in return.”
“Now we are talking,” Alcina smiles and takes a sip. “It's getting late though, I must get going, darling.”
“As it pains me to let you go I understand.” Angelica looks at her and then makes her best puppy eyes. “A goodnight kiss?”
Alcina laughs at her expression, but leans in. It's tender, soft and slow. They are done chasing each other, at least for now. The ladies stand and move to the door.
“Have a good night, lady Dimitrescu.” Angelica says quietly.
“Sleep well, lady Rákóczi.”
~*~
“Uncle Karl!” Daniela cries enthusiastically.
The lord comes in hurry, his serious face shows almost no emotions. For the first time Daniela sees him like that.
“Where is your mother?” He says glaring. “Call for her, this is serious.”
“S-sure.” The girl waves at the maid and asks her to escort Karl into her mother's study. “She’ll be there shortly, uncle.”
~*~
“What on earth happened! Showing up like it's your house, scaring my daughter. I do not condone such behavior!”
“I wouldn't be doing this if not for the reason, you majesty.” He says bitterly. “Please, have a seat, we have a journey to take.”
“I don't understand you, Karl.”
“Alcina!” His face contours with anger and frustration.
“Alright, alright!”
He watches her sit, comes closer and pulls a tablet out of the pocket. A sort of small TV which the lady sees for the first time.
“What is this? Angelica is right, I'm behind on life.”
“Speacking of.. Please look at the picture and tell me what you see.”
Alcina looks perplexed on a screen. She sees some gravel, trees and … a cave perhaps? She looks back at the lord. “I don't unders…”
“God, just answer.”
“Is it a cave?”
“Right, and what is in the cave?”
She gets irritated. Comes without an invitation, yells, gives some stupid riddles. “How would I know?”
“Have a guess. I give you a hint, it is Miranda's biggest secret.”
“Is it the mold?”
“Oh, so you do know.”
Alcina closes her eyes in frustration. “Angelica mentioned once.”
“Nice. Then you perhaps can explain this to me.” He takes a tablet back and opens a video. “You and I are going to watch three videos. It's from the camera outside this cave.” And he taps one more time. The first video starts. Five seconds later nothing happens, Alcina purses lips and glares at him. Karl remains stoic. Then Angelica appears and the lady realises what the video is speeded up. Her girl comes hyping herself up, and then goes in looking around like a thief. Several minutes later, what becomes seconds on a screen, she crawls out. Her face is distorted by a grimace of pain. She crawls closer to the entrance and gets sick. Alcina sees some blood in a puddle beneath her and covers mouth in shock.
“And the second one”, Karl swipes left. Same cave, same Angelica. She goes in and gets back after a longer time. She comes standing, her legs are wobbly, nose bleeds, but overall she looks much better. She takes some time to breath and stumbles from the cave.
“Aaaand the last one.” This time Angelica comes out almost completely fine. A little weak, yes, but not in pain. Muters something to herself, and then looks straight to the camera and waves smiling.
“Explain.” Karl snarls.
Alcina knows she has only seconds to make a decision. She remembers the conversation with her lover about IT choosing Angelica. But… should she trust Karl with it? Will it be a betrayal? No, she can't do that to the girl. Doesn't matter how strange it all is, she should place faith in her.
“I have nothing for you, my dear brother. I don't know what's on her mind”
“Then find out. She is your pet or whatever you call her. It's all fun and games to defy Miranda. But this! This is getting too dangerous.”
“Maybe it is our chance to get rid of Miranda, have you thought about that?”
He smiles, now more relaxed. “It's funny to hear from you, you are trying to be her favourite daughter after all. Don't you?”
Summary: What do you do when all your hopes for romance are dead and buried? Or are they?
Uncle Karl comes to the rescue once again.
Chapter 10: The winter at her doorsteps
Next morning Dimitrescu's girls wait for their mother to come for breakfast. She only recently joined them in their day-to-day routine and daughters were afraid tomorrow's events would push her into another spin of sorrow. The door opens and makes sisters jump from their seats.
“Mother? Good morning, mother!” they rumble in surprise.
Alcina looks… unusual. For the first time in a long time, she has her hair down, hat left in the room, loose dress moving freely, no signs of make-up.
“Morning, my darlings. You may sit.” She says with a tired voice fueled by the last energy she has. She turns to girls and sees concern in their eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Cassandra as the bravest starts, “you look somehow better and worse than before at the same time.”
The lady snorted and smiled at her. “Better and worse, how is that?”
“You know… Your face is more relaxed and more filled with emotions than before, but…”
“But?”
“You still look pretty sad and right now uncharacteristically lose.”
Alcina chuckles at the irony of the situation. “It is easier to show emotions than you can’t repair what was broken.” She is silent for a moment. “It’s fine though. These stories just happen sometimes. I need to get going.”
“Are you angry at us?” Bela sounds like she's about to cry.
“For this maid stunt? I’m displeased that you sacrificed this girl when I explicitly said what the stuff is out of mortal damage, but… I do understand you’ve meant well.” It lifts everyone’s mood a little bit and they finally get to their meal. Raw meat for girls, wine for the Lady.
While they eat, Cassandra is the only one looking a bit confused. “Mamá, I don’t understand. Why do you say it’s all beyond repair? You two still can make up, I think.”
“Cassasdra, she finally saw the monster I am. How do you think a girl, who only several months ago became immortal and still associates herself with humans, will react seeing me choose my victim?”
“Ermmm… you sure what was the case and not a stupid jealousy? Her eyes definitely looked upset, not scared.” Daniela cuts into the conversation.
“That would be stupid. She can’t be that stupid, can she?” Lady Dimitrescu looks at her daughters, who exchange concerned glances and awkward pause.
“Jesus Christ" Alcina breathes out and covers her face with her palms, secretly celebrating the resurrection of the thing she just buried.
“Will you do something?”
“No,” Alcina smiles. “Now, it’s not my turn.”
~*~
The silence and peace of Lady Rákóczi’s house is ruined by loud banging. The house looked like a typical modern building: lots of glass, big windows and straight lines. All grey outside, all white inside. Easy to be called expensive, but hard to call it homely. Despite it being the late summer, the house and the area adjacent looked as if it were the middle of the winter. Roof covered with ice, grass buried under the snow. Lord Heisinberg glares around annoyed. “The fucking snowman is missing.”
He turns back to the door and continues to bang. “Hey! Snowhite! Open up, your prince Charming is here and his dick is about to freeze and fall off!”
The door is finally opened by the butler. A young looking man, with a perfect smile and a winter coat invites Karl to come in. “Welcome, úr Heisenberg. Please, wait here for a moment, I’ll bring you something warm to wear and ask úrnő Rákóczi to meet you.”
“Thank you,” says Karl.
Angelica comes to the living room half an hour later, giving Lord Heisenberg time to warm himself up with tea and blankets.
“My apologies, Lord Heisenberg. I have to finalise some research.”
He looks at her in amusement. “Gurl…”
“What?”
“You look…” he spends a second trying to choose a word. “...a dead oyster.” He examines Angelica and can’t recognise her. From a brave and confident woman in silk dresses, tight costumes, with bright makeup and beautiful hair, she went to a depressed librarian in just a week. Tight bun, boring work clothes, dead eyes. She became better in meaning: she gained her human look back. There was a face and skin where a week ago was a piece of ice.
“Did you come here to insult me?”
“No sorry, it’s only a second aim. The first is to look at your work. You promised me a tour at that meeting.”
Angelica rolls her eyes and sighs. “That bloody meeting. Okay, follow me.”
They go to the basement in silence, until Karl bursts with enthusiasm.
“No, but seriously, the fuck with your look? What in a boring ass accountant is that?”
“Oh back off, I’m not in the mood for dresses, nor are you obligated to my finest looks.”
“Mg, sure, I am not obligated. That’s the case. Alcina asked about you, by the way.”
The girl stops on the spot and looks at him. “Did she?!”
“No, I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“Oh for fuck sake!” she goes faster in irritation as Karl follows her giggling.
“Anyway, do you know how she is? How is her lovely maid?” Angelica tries to look uninterested but her hands are shaking a bit then she opens the door to the lab and her shoulders are raised from insecurity, then she turns to him.
Karl takes his hat and tilts head in mocking sorrow. “Buried.”
“What?!”
“And what do you think happened to a human after Alcina sucked her out like a Caprisun on a hot day?”
“Oh…” she zones out as the revelation comes to her.
"Yeah. Oh, exactly…. You dumb bitch." Karl swears in annoyance and goes past her entering the laboratory.
The wide room, sparkling white, as clean as any medical facility should be, connected to the zoo of sorts. The house was built on a hill so the underground laboratory and animal cages had an exit to the land next to it. The animal pre-cadou and successful experiments had separate aviaries with high walls and high-end security.
Karl turns back to Angelica. "Hey you, depressed elf on a shelf, take me on a tour."
She can't help but giggle at his cunning insults. "Yeah, let's get back to work, so…" she gives him a work robe made out of uncuttable material and opens the door.
"Let's start from the birds." She goes from cage to cage, showing her successful experiments and the one in the making, explaining the use of Cadou as a stimulant of already existing animal abilities, but doubled and tripled, shows the DNA research she makes to find traces of ancient beings hidden in their descendants. After the inside part of the tour, she took him to the aviaries outside. "So here they are supposed to walk and play, but after the winter, it's too cold right now."
Karl looked at her and deadpanned "It's August. Everywhere around here is warm and sunny, but this particular part of the village."
Angelica purses her lips. "You know what I am talking about, Karl."
The lord turns to the distant aviary and hears a horse neighing and galloping, so he runs to look. "And what do we have here?" He attracts the metal plate, jumps on it and flies to the top of the wall to have a better look. Inside is an enormous, giant horse. An untamed stallion with a pearl white coat, silk looking mane and absolutely crazy eyes is running and jumping, trying to throw off the harness. "Look at that beauty!" Karl cries. "God, it's so massive! How are you supposed to ride it?"
"You aren't! GET DOWN MAN, IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!" the girl yells, but the Lord ignores her. "My god, it's so big, how are you even… Aaah!" He levitates back to Angelica, but stays at the plate. "So you ARE supposed to ride it, if YOU are over-nine feet tall, vampire milf, am I right, sweetums?"
"I wanna punch you"
"So why isn't it on her doorsteps?"
"It's not tamed yet, can't you see? Not a safe present."
"Well, sometimes it takes the right tamer to conquer one's temper, you of all people know it best, don't you?" He laughs, dodges the book she throws at him and flies back to the top. Just as he is about to admire the creature, he stumbles to the wall from flying too fast and in mere seconds loses balance and falls inside.
"Karl!" Angelica runs to the door of the aviary, shuts it open just a moment before seeing the stallion raising his front hooves and landing it perfectly to the man's left leg. She calls Roger the butler to help, grabs a whip and keeps the stallion at the back of the space, for men to get out.
"You stupid, self absorbed idiot" Angelica comes back to the moaning lord after closing the stallion away. Her hands are trembling, as she realises she knows nothing of people post-Cadou outside of her own experience. Can he heal himself too? Do those healing powers heal something like that or only small on the surface cuts? Or is he just immortal, but heals as any normal human?
Roger lays him on the fence and gets back to the house for binds and other helpful stuff. Karl is a moaning mess, and wails as Angelica comes closer.
She stands on her knees near his leg and tries to unzip the costume she gave him earlier. The costume that would stop the bite, but not the stomp of a giant. "I need you to focus, Karl, and tell me how I can help."
"Oh hurts so much, god, I can't… I can't.. f-f-fuck. I've no idea. I never… Call Donna or Alcina, they can… sh-shit… They can figure it out." He closes his eyes and tries to breathe with his whole chest.
With a mind clouded with fear and anxiety Angelica runs to the phone and calls the countess without a second thought.
~*~
In the light of the day and in a bit better mood, Alcina sits at her study looking at the painting she started right before the cursed meeting. It didn't speak to her mood right now so she can’t decide what to do, leave it as it is or destroy it all at once. The ringing phone took her out of deep thoughts. "What on earth Miranda wants now?" She'd be embarrassed to address it, but after the stunt Angelica pulled at the chapel, the countess felt less intimidated by mother and lost some parts of the piety she held for her before.
She stops for a second in front of it, breaths out and takes the call. "House of Dumitrescu…"
"Alcina I need your help!" Her nemesis on the other end sounds scared and borderline hysterical. "Karl is hurl, I don't know what to do, please come to me."
Alcina sighs silently. The disappointment of being called only because of her annoying brother pricked her, but she just couldn't resist looking at the cruel beauty one more time. "I'll be in a minute."
~*~
Angelica paces in the front yard waiting for Lady Dimitrescu. The countess lands right before her with one gracious sway of her wings, taking Angelica's breath away.
"How… what..?" The girl opens and closes her mouth like a fish washed ashore.
"Well darling, you are not the only one holding some secrets." Alcina smugs. "What happened to Karl?"
They go inside while Angelica tells her what happened and leads to the suffocating man. The moment Alcina sees him, she realises what he has done. She strolls to him, looking mockingly, stops right next to his leg and…
"Don't!" he shouts, but she ignores his plea and grabs his leg with force.
"What…" Angelica stops herself as she hears giggles from him instead of whines. "So just for you to know," Alcina looks at her kindly, "any lord of the village has extra fast regeneration, so we are healing so much as to grow a new hand if we lose one. He's been simulating for the past 5 minutes or so."
"Pumpkin, then you'll try to kill me, remember, I did it for you!" Karl shouts as he jumps from his place and runs away from a starting to fume girl. "Show her the horse!" He shouts from a distance.
“The horse?” The lady looks at Angelica with interest and a bit of mockery. “The one that almost killed him?”
“Umm… Well...Ugh fine!” she throws up her hands. “ It’s not ready, shall we?” They walk to the aviary in a hurry. Angelica still worries about the lady being here so she unconsciously hugs herself and speeds up. Alcina with her height and long legs keeping up easily.
“Here it is” Angelica points to the stallion then they went to the see-through door.
“Oh it’s gorgeous!” Alcina makes a pause, waiting for Angelica's response but she only nods and hugs herself tighter.
“Why is it so big? Who is it for?”
“Oh stop it.” The girl snorts in irritation. “You know the answer perfectly.”
“I wanted to hear it from you. It’s not tamed, why?”
“As Karl said. It probably needs the right tamer.” She smiles weakly.
“And he is right” says Alcina, grabs a whip and goes inside.
“Whait, no!” cries Angelica, but it’s too late, Alcina goes in circles with the horse, swinging the whip accurately. One circle, another one, and then she runs to the stallion jumping on him right away. The view of the lady taming the animal, riding it perfectly as if she does it every day was breathtaking. Fifteen minutes later and the untamed horse stands still waiting for Alcina’s command. She gracefully rides to the door, jumps from the animal and goes inside. “I thought you know, I am the best tamer in the adjacent lands. I’m guessing it’s a gift, I hope the recipient will be happy” She looks at Angelica but still sees her upset face.
The girl sits on the chair near her and whispers “Why did you even come here? Why joking? Why?” Tears flew on her cheeks, no crying grimass or any emotion at all.
Alcina sits on one knee to face Angelica. “What if I still want reconciliation?”
The girl lifts her face to Alcina. “After all I said? After all I did?”
“Yes”
“I want it too, I want to have another chance.”
“But I have a demand.”
“Anything!” the girl wipes her face and looks with eyes full of hope.
“I want a proper courtship. Flowers, sweets, romantic rendezvous, star gazing, I don't know. But nothing sexual until we both are ready. You know” she touches girls cheek wiping the last tears off “I never was fortunate to have it all.”
Angelica looks at her in surprise and whispers “Anything for you, my lady, anything.”
Summary: Everyone saw her as a figure of fire and lava, now they were facing the clear ice with human features.
Chapter 9: The ice figure
“Mother?” the word bounce from the walls and flies further, not reaching its addressee. “Mother?” Bela goes around the floor, looks into every room, trying to find the countess. It’s been a month since Lady Rákóczi's departure. No news on her end, no letters, no visits. All of it starts to seem like a dream. Maybe there was no Angelica?
The girl walks into a long forgotten salon. Her mother used to spend time here drawing, decades ago. Nothing but dust and old paint was in this room. But she decides to check it.
“Mother?” she says, seeing a silhouette in the dark, only moonlight catching the hem of the dress and an easel, showing her Alcina.
“Yes?” She doesn’t turn to her, too busy painting an abstract picture. It’s not a portrait or a still-life as she painted previously. It’s more of the impression, depiction of Alcina's emotions. All the passion, the despair, the devastation composed in this colourful pattern.
“Mother Miranda called. You… you didn’t answer, so we did it ourselves.” Bela’s voice shivers a little. Before all that, their mother would be furious. But now…
“What does she want?” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice sounds even, apathetic.
“She… erm… She asked you to arrange a lords' meeting at the castle.”
“When?”
“Next Tuesday. We have almost a week.”
“Good. I’ll start tomorrow. You did a great job. You and your sisters. Tell them, I am proud of you three.”
A pause. Bela wants to ask so many questions. Not even regarding this whole situation, just the regular ones. How is she? Can her beloved daughters help? Will she join them in the dining hall this time?
“Is there something else?” Alcina’s voice is still composed and dull.
“You didn’t join us at the dinner table for a month. We miss you. Will you come today?”
“It’s been a month? How fast it goes. I’ll join you.”
Bela wishes for the end of this and to have their mother back, but this is the most they can get for now.
~*~
“My dear brother!” Alcina smiled tightly. Her voice sounded strangled but a little delighted. “It is always a pleasure when you finally leave, so I must take some joy in your arrival.”
“Alci, what an evening!” Karl walks the first out of everyone. "Girls! My beautiful nieces, I’ve got some presents for you!” Cassandra, Bela and Daniela take Lord Heisenberg to the meeting hall and laugh happily as if Santa Claus himself showed up. But as soon as the doors close separating them from Lady Dimitrescu, the girls drop their happy faces and look at Karl. Bela and Cassandra took presents and stood closer to the door, chirping and joking loudly, throwing anxious glances at uncle and their sister.
“What is this all about?” he whispers, catching the mood.
“Uncle Karl, we need your help!” A fast concerned murmur gets his attention.
“What happened?"
“It’s lady Rákóczi! Her and mother… Sort of break up. Well… in a way. We had to bring everything back!”
“They what? And Angelica is still alive?!”
“Oh, stop it. I'm being serious!”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Do you remember the jealousy scene between mother and Angelica at the Opera hall?”
~*~
All the lords beside Angelica have already shown up and waited for the host and the newcomer. Alcina stands in the entrance hall by herself, as Daniela has some business to do, and Cassandra and Bela take the duty of entertaining their guests. Behind the countess, screeching, laughter, and chatting escape the closed doors. But even these muffled noises can't distract Alcina as all her being was enchanted by the anxious waiting. Should she say something or pretend nothing ever happened between them? What will her opponent do?
The door opens creaking letting a summer breeze in, and the last guest walks into the hall. Angelica looks beautiful and radiant as always. The mocha suit and cloak make her look like a modern day witch. She smiles softly. “Despite all that happened and your possible and understandable loathing of my persona, I am happy to see you, Lady Dimitrescu”.
“I do not loathe you, Lady Rákóczi.”
“I’d say you should, but this is up to you. I’ll send Miranda my gratitude for making us stumble upon each other.”
For a second anger flashes over Alcina’s face, gone before Angelica could catch it. “If you must. Please follow me to the meeting hall. Everyone is waiting for us.”
“Alcina! You have to understand, it has to be done.”
“Enough!” The anger comes again. “And it is Lady Dimitrescu for you.”
~*~
Miranda shows up an hour later. Long boring reports, replaced by even more boring discussion whether they should or not make another type of weapons. Karl screams, they should start to expand their land. Moreau suggests starting from the water. Everything as usual. Lady Rákóczi turns out to be working with animals infected with the Cadou, making them into deadly beasts. It does sound promising, but all Alcina can concentrate on is Angelica’s presence itself. She tries not to look at her, but can see out of the corner of her eyes every face change, every smile she gives. In a time of such high level stress, Lady Dimitrescu craves only one thing. Just as any of us, she has her own destructive coping mechanism. Blood, fresh blood straight from the source in an infinite amount. And girls are going to use it.
~*~
After the meeting, Miranda left right away, but everyone else stayed at the dinner hall for a party.
Bela is talking to Donna and Salvatore, Angie runs around screaming. Karl entertains Angelica, and only Alcina stays out of the group, sipping wine in frustration. She needed to calm her nerves, but this 0.5 percent of blood in the drink did little to nothing on such occasions.
Karl obligingly fills Angelica’s glass and tries to put her in a lighter mood. Which isn’t a difficult task this time. They stand near the window and laugh at his funny stories about the factory. “I’m telling you, my lady, you absolutely must visit my factory! How about that? I’ll show you my creatures, and then you show me your work! We have to share knowledge.”
“I’d be delighted to do so!” Lady Rákóczi takes a sip. “I demand another story! Tell me about your propeller-man!”
They continue to laugh, ignoring Alcina’s glances. Angelica throws a sight or two her way but pretends nothing is happening.
“Mother?” The countess hears Daniela at her right.
“Yes?”
“I’m… We need your help pretty quickly.”
“Coming” she gets up, Bela and Cassandra leave their guests and follows her and Daniela to the Opera hall. Their departure is followed by Karl frowning and checking his watches.
It’s a quick walk, but Lady Dimitrescu manages to ask. “What exactly happened?”
“This… This Moroicas. They… You just have to see this.”
They go to the hall, leaving Alcina in confusion. “I don’t see any…”
A line of maids standing and waiting to be chosen.
“What’s this all about?” Alcina turns to the girls.
“We… We just…” mumbles Daniela. Bela interrupts “We saw your upset and decided to help you have a fresh bag. Choose whichever you like.”
Alcina raises a brow “Oh, well… It’s not a bad idea I assume.”
~*~
“I’m so happy you agreed to visit me, Lady Rákóczi, you can’t even imagine!” Karl and Angelica were strolling towards the Opera hall in the meantime. “I am positive Alcina has a map of the whole village and the land nearby, so I can show you the way to my factory.”
“Not sure if I’ll remember anything, but I’ll do my best, I promise, my friend.”
“A friend? Finally! May I call you Angelica, then?”
“You may.” She smiles and cheers.
“Hey! Step closer to death from some particular silver talons!” He smiles, and Angelica laughs bitterly as they step into the hall.
And saw the picture of Lady Dimitrescu holding the chin of one of the maids, the very same maid Angelica got jealous of. “This one I guess. Looks perfect.” She thinks aloud. “Nice, bring her to my room.”
If you were there, you would see surprise in Alcina’s eyes the moment she spots Angelica. Or the girls flying closer to catch the scene in hope of reconciliation. Or Karl stepping back to make some space. Or maid’s happy face, poor girl not releasing what’s going to happen later.
Angelica always knew — love doesn’t exist. And the one who got caught in it awaits only despair, betrayal and pain. She knew they did not owe each other anything, but this stinging pain in her chest, the feeling of being betrayed once more, clouded her mind. It happened. It happened again.
“My apologies, Lady Dimitrescu. We probably shouldn’t interfere with you.” With each word, Angelica’s face becomes more lifeless, covered with a thin layer of ice. She turns around and walks back to the dining hall. Each step leaves behind her a spot of ice, and the whole room temperature noticeably drops. “Angelica!” Alcina throws the maid to her daughters and rushes to catch the girl. For her, everything is in slow motion, time seems to stop. “Angelica!”
The girl can't hear her, or won't. It’s hard to tell. They go to the entrance hall, and no matter how fast Alcina moves, she can't reach her.
She catches up only near the entrance. “Angelica, please, hear me out!”
The girl turns slowly on her heels and looks with dead eyes.
“It’s been a pleasure, Lady Dimitrescu, but I must leave you now. I don’t… I don’t feel so well.” Her face, now as clear as ice, looks dead and absent. The transformation has been completed. Everyone saw her as a figure of fire and lava, now they face the moving ice figure.
Karl and the girls show up just a second later. They stop in shock, looking startled at the picture unwrapping.
“My sincere praise, girls,” Angelica looks at them and sends shivers down their spines. “You did an amazing job helping your mother.”
“Angelica…” Alcina tries to start, but the words abandon her.
The girl bows mechanically. “Thank you for your hospitality. Farewell.” And she left, leaving behind a frozen door, an ice skating path and Alcina in disarray.
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Summary: What will happen if Miranda comes back and finds out everything? But most importantly, what will happen if Alcina admits her feelings to her nemesis?
Chapter 8: Miranda's comeback
The following two weeks, the Lady and her guest spent in lustful bliss. They kissed and spent time in bed more than at any other point of both of their lives. It was new to Alcina. Never was she so captivated by someone, never felt so accepted and desired. Feared? Yes. Respected? Absolutely. But never has she felt so warm and happy.
Deep down, she feared the priestess' return. Her anger, Alcina could feel it in advance and persuaded herself that she fears nothing. The day has come, and it came ridiculously.
Lady Dimitrescu and Lady Rákóczi lay in bed, post-sex hits coming off their bodies, bites on Angelica’s neck slowly healing. Then a phone rang, interrupting their haze.
“God, it’s her.” Alcina frowns and stands from the bed to answer.
“You know… As much as I regret yelling at you that day, I do mean y’all need to stop fearing her so much. It becomes stupid.”
“I still don't think you know the fire you… well, WE are playing with.” She comes to her vanity, missing Angelica rolling her eyes.
“Lady Dimitrescu speaking…… Yes, mother Miranda…… Of course….. Yes, we both will be there shortly.” And she hangs up the phone. She looks at her lover with serious eyes. Come closer, and you’ll see the regret of getting Angelica and probably even her daughters in a fight they don’t deserve. And all to her weakness and yearning of love.
“We need to get ready and leave in 30 minutes sharp.”
“M'key!” Angelica jumps from the bed, but her legs give out for a second.
“I’ll meet you at the gate, darling.”
~*~
Everyone gathers in the chapel, taking their seats. A new one for Angelica stands right beneath Mother Miranda’s place. And the addition to the lords’ family is the only one who doesn’t seem to be nervous at all.
Karl looks between her and Alcina, shifting in his place. Lady Dimitrescu for her part looks at one dot on the opposite wall. Composed and collected more than ever. Only hands give her out. Laing on a purse, nervously stoking its side. Donna and Salvatore look worried about their task, but the doll maker keeps at times looking at Karl and Alcina to guess how bad it would be.
The door swings open. “My dear children! Never have I missed our meetings as much as I did this time.” She flies over to the altar and looks at them all. “Angelica, my dear! I can see you are completely recovered now! That is a pleasure. How was your stay with Alcina?”
Angelica smiles back. “Lady Dimitrescu is the most generous host I could have imagined! I’d say I am almost devastated should I leave soon.”
“Alcina, my endless gratitude!” Miranda looks at her for a second, gets a little smile and a nod back, then turns to Angelica again. “Now, my dear, we’ll start the transition of my beloved daughter into you in about a month. Get ready.”
“No.” Angelica cuts it and smiles again.
“Excuse me?”
“Christ almighty” Karl whispers, looking away.
“I thought I said it clearly enough, but okay I’ll repeat. No, we will not start any transitions. I changed my mind. Go, seek another vessel.”
The tension hovering in silence was so thick you could cut it. Somewhere in the distance, the crows fluttered up and left the place, soon to become hell on earth.
Miranda laughs. Little giggles escaped her when she looked at Angelica in disbelief. “Oh, you stupid little rat. You don’t have a choice now, do you?” But to her surprise, the girl even joined her laughing.
“I do, Miranda, I always do.”
“Good.” The priestess smiles once more and then looks at Alcina. “Then we will have a deal. You have to choose, Angelica: you either give your body for my daughter or… I’ll take Alcina’s life. I don’t need any more unfit vessels than I already have.” She looks at the new lady of the village again, but to her surprise doesn't see any fear. Just a smile, a predatory one. So she continues. “Don’t you think I wouldn’t find out how you went against my will, Alcina? How did you spoil her?”
The girl cracks up. “Oh believe me, my frigid mother, you have zero to no understanding of HOW she spoiled me. I did say she was very hospitable, didn’t I?”
“Well… You made your choice then!” Miranda’s body transforms, a terrifying laughter scattered around the room. The body and her limbs became longer, in a second she looked more like a spider, than a human. She steps closer to Lady Dimitrescu, who is now backing up in defence. Claws out, she is ready. Another Miranda’s step crushes a tile, the third one hits the wall and a web of cracks forms around it.
“Leave her alone, Miranda.”
“WHAT?” She veers sharply to Angelica. “SHE MADE YOU DIRTY. AND SHE. WILL. PAY.”
Angelica jumps to her feet. Her anger starts to transform her into a pure human shaped lava in mere seconds. “I.SAID.LEAVE.HER ALONE!” She grows bigger and swiftly takes over almost all the chapel. Grabs Miranda’s spider leg, and a few seconds in her fist turns it into dust.
The fear of the unravelling scene kicks the lords out of the building. They gather behind Alcina trying to save themselves from rising heat.
“Bitch, it’s your pet, do something!” Karl yells. “I don’t wanna f-king melt here.”
“Don’t you know her? Order her around and get your dirty ass handled with fire, idiot!” She shoots back, keeping an eye on Angelica and the priestess.
“YOU UNGRATEFUL SLAT!” Miranda raises her arm to grab Angelica, but as soon as she touches her, the priestess' limb gets on fire and falls off. “THE HELL IS WHAT?!”
“I TELL YOU ONE LAST TIME! DO.NOT.BOSS.ME!” At the last words, Angelica set fire to the whole church, the lords fell to the ground and Miranda pulls back. The priestess eyes are big and full of confusion. How is that possible? She turns to Lady Dimitrescu and asks with a slight shiver in her voice. “Stop her”
As much as Alcina was proud of her girl, the fire and uncontrollable anger scares her just as much as everyone else. She takes a step closer. And another one. And another. Until she feels heat reaching to her bones. Angelica, now as tall as the building, coming out of it crawling, covered in fire, with a light in her eyes. “Angelica!” No response, girl’s eyes glued to Miranda. She crawls to her leaving a trace behind, fuming and roaring.
Then Alcina had an idea. Lady Rákóczi always when flirted used a specific power dynamics for them as a couple. So maybe Karl was right.
“Eyes on me, hands on the ground, pet!” The girl stopped and painfully slowly turned to Alcina, so she continued. “Do as ordered. NOW.” Angelica takes a second to think, but then, to everyone's surprise, did as she was told to. The fire got softer on her body, but didn’t go away.
“Now. I want you to take a deep breath in, and a long breath out. Three times. I’m counting.” The girl’s eyes are transfixed on the matriarch, but she obediently starts to breathe. On a third one she became her normal size again, still pissed but steady. She heaves deeply and looks at Miranda furiously, but doesn't move. Alcina takes her purse and pulls out a dress. “I’m not saying I knew how it would go, but I’m also not not saying I knew how it would go.”
Miranda comes closer to Angelica, then looks at Alcina. “How… How did you… Why didn’t she listen to me?”
The girl smooths her dress and looks at Miranda cheekily. “Well, I don't sleep with you, do I?”
Miranda looks lost. “Another failed experiment. Too unstable. Everyone’s dismissed.” And she goes away.
~*~
The walk back to castle Alcina and Angelica didn’t talk. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all. But both of them seem to be way too deep in thoughts to keep a conversation going.
Then they reach the front gates, Angelica breaks the silence.
“I’ve got a call this morning. My home is ready, I think it will be appropriate for me to leave.”
“Will you visit us, lady Rákóczi?”
“Of course… Of course, I will, mistress.” The imp glimpse in her eyes reassures Alcina, as they enter the castle, and she continues to speak.
“I wanted to ask you something…” Alcina starts.
“Aha.”
“How were you so sure that you are stronger than Miranda?"
“Not a “mother” now, ha?” Angelica chuckles. “Do you remember IT speaking to you during your transformation?”
“What is IT?”
“Oh, so IT didn’t. The mould Miranda takes parts to make Cadou is a conscious creature on its own. IT gave Miranda her powers, all of us basically connected to IT and have a part of shared consciousness. And then she transformed me, I felt how IT chose me. I am the replacement for Miranda. She doesn’t do as well as she was supposed to.”
Alcina looked at her, surprised. She heard about the thing, but never was allowed to go deeper.
“So I just knew. Now I’m interested, how much time it takes her to figure it out.” The girl smiles. “I’ll leave tomorrow evening, will it be okay for you, my lady?”
“Yes, darling. What are your plans for now?”
“Shower and sleep?”
“Have a peaceful sleep, lady Rákóczi”
“And you, my lady.”
~*~
Alcina steps out of her pool, finally relaxed. Hot water loosen her tensed muscles, silence, and privacy made her mind at peace. As much as she enjoyed Lady Rákóczi’s presence, she grew tired of unstoppable events, stress, and emotions.
Alcina dries herself off, covers her legs with lotion and while putting her dressing gown on she feels a light stroke on her back. She immediately turns, but the only thing she sees is the opened door. The breeze from it brings an airy smell. So familiar yet too weak to identify. She comes closer, tying her gown, and in the corner of an eye catches a glimpse of a bloody spot on a door frame. As soon as she walks out of the room, she catches a silken cloth disappearing behind a corner.
“Well, well… A pet wants to play.” She leaves her shoes in the hall to make herself quieter and follows the vision.
Around the corner, she is met with a bigger spot of blood. Now Alcina can sense for sure it's Angelica's. The sweet smell makes her heart beat faster and the hunger for the girl grows rapidly. She hears her laughter in the end of the corridor and rushes there. The more rooms and passageways she skips, the faster she moves. Another spot of blood, the wind brings her perfume and sweet voice humming happily. Faster and faster, they run in circles, trying not to go too far from their rooms. Angelica now feels closer to her. The lady can hear her heartbeat and scents her blood. The closer she gets to her lover, the more pieces of clothing she finds.
The lady of the castle gets led back to her own room, and right as she comes in, the door slams shut behind her. And her sight was greeted by naked Angelica.
“Did you think I’ll let you sleep alone on my last night here?” she asks, coming closer.
The predator in lady Dimitrescu didn’t let her speak. She was stalking her prey for way too long. One step to Angelica and she pins her to the wall. Alcina’s left hand hugs the girl from behind. Her talons release a bit just to make Angelica’s movements dangerous. A small tug and blood will cover the wall behind. Alcina pulls closer, kissing the girl, colliding their teeth in eagerness.
“Move without permission, and your blood will drain the wallcovering in seconds.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good girl.” Alcina bites her on the neck barely leaving a mark, leading her hand to Angelica’s core. She strokes her shivering legs, leads them apart and covers her wetness. A couple of strokes and her fingers slipped inside with no restrain. Angelica heaves and moans sweetly to the lady's ear, clinging with shaking hands to her neck and hair. Alcina’s talons press a little harder and a few drops of blood run on Angelica’s back, filling the air with coppery smell. Her mistress moves faster, making her moans become screams. The push after push guides Angelica to the sweet release. The closer her orgasm, the less she cares about the talons tearing her skin. She reaches her first high and gets thrown to the bed right after. Giving no room to relax, Alcina drags her body to the knee-elbow position, grabs her hair and slips her fingers inside once again. Mistress pushes her to the edge, licking off the blood from her back, moving at a different pace to make her second time longer. Minutes later, and all that Angelica can feel and think about is the lady's tongue pressed against her spine and her fingers hitting the particular spot inside again and again. She gets closer, little pleads come from her mouth, eyes shut, fists tug at bed sheets. Then she tenses, the world around her shuts down for a second, and an electric bolt goes through her entire body and with a quiet moan she relaxes in Alcina’s hands. The girl lays down, heaving.
“Hmm… So how are you now, my little prey? Two minutes, a cup of water, and you are ready?” Lady Dimitrescu asks sarcastically.
Angelica tries to lift herself on her hands, but falls right back. She murmurs something into bed, so her lover had to ask her to repeat.
“I said, okay, you won my lady.” she frowns and moans when she moves to her back, as her scratches weren't fully healed yet. “Although, I can't say I have lost. Never felt better.”
“You owe me then. Scoot over, I want the morning to come faster.”
~*~
On the last day of Lady Rákóczi’s stay, they spend most of their time in bed. Joining girls only for dinner and getting embarrassed for the clothes scattered around the floor. An hour later they gathered together near the fireplace. Peaceful evening before her leave. Angelica’s clothes were already taken to her place, and the carriage waited near the castle gates.
Alcina drinks her wine, Angelica relaxes opposite of her on the sofa. Daniela, Bela and Cassandra settled on the floor closer to the fire. Daniela read aloud her favourite book, and everyone else simply listened.
“Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soulmate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.” Daniela’s voice quivered sentimentally. “I wish to meet someone like that.” She sounds so sad, that her mother’s heart couldn’t bear it.
“You definitely will, darling.” Alcina smiles at her softly. “All of you will meet your person at the right time.”
Angelica sneers at that. “Oh, come on. Don’t feed them an idea of the impossible.”
Four pairs of surprised eyes stare at her. Alcina looks at her daughters and then back at Angelica.
“You… You don’t believe in soulmates?”
“Come on, I’m not ten. All these fairytales about soulmates, endless love and other sweet syrup are made for kids. None of this exists. Don’t tell me you believe in this nonsense.”
“Of course I do!” Alcina looks almost offended. “Of course I do! Why would I risk everything yesterday, then?”
"Oh, please, don't tell me you fell for me. You can't be serious." Angelica smiles but as soon as she sees Alcina's face her smile vanishes. "Shit", she covers her mouth.
“Are you for real right now?” Daniela whispers.
The girls glanced at each other and at their mother, who freezes like a statue, looking at the fire. "For some reason, I thought it was mutual,” she whispers.
Angelica sits up straight, looking at Alcina with eyes as firm as a stone. “Why? I thought I was pretty clear with my intentions.”
“When?” The lady turns to her guest. “When you blushed at my compliments or slept in my bed purring? Or when you stumble on words, when I smile? Or maybe then you grab my hand to point at something you found in the book? At what exact point, you were clear?” Her voice becomes more bitter with each phrase, and Angelica frowns harder.
“It didn’t mean anything.” She whispers from gritted teeth.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fall for me.” Alcina looks at her, in the last hope.
The girl looks her in the eyes, and fights with herself viciously. She can’t tell her this lie, but she also can’t let herself get hurt. Not again. She stands up and turns around. Her posture is strong, and the voice doesn't tremble any more.
“My sincere apology, Lady Dimitrescu, but I think I overstayed my welcome. It was a pleasure. Farewell.”
She storms to the main doors, but gets stopped right near them by Alcina’s voice.
“Angelica… I don’t know what happened to you, but I am strong enough to say, what I did fell for you.” She can’t tell what exactly she was expecting, she just has to say it. Probably should do it days earlier.
The girl looks back. “If you know how I can help you fall out, let me know. It will be for the best.” And she disappears behind the door.
“No arguments!” Her breathing shakes as her whole figure. “As much as I appreciate your concern for me, situations like this should be solved by the two people involved and only them.”
“I'm just angry at her hurting you…”
"I know, darling, I know. I’ll be alright. Now, please proceed to your rooms, it’s getting late, and I need some space.”
**The romantic quote Daniela have read is from "P.S. I love you" by Cecelia Ahern.
The night after the incident near the opera hall, Alcina spent thinking. She lies in bed, covered with a thin duvet, and stares at the ceiling. The battle between her heart and her mind takes over everything. It wasn’t even the thoughts of Angelica. Her smooth skin and sweet blood didn’t make an appearance this time. The lady of the castle was consumed by a hard decision. Should she follow her heart and try to move with her Nemesis further? Or was it just a pure pointless lust that will lead them to bigger troubles fighting which wouldn't be worth the deal? Despite presenting as a strong independent lady, Alcina always dreamt of having a real romance. Life wasn’t too kind to her, she never met anyone who’d fire her up so much. Not with the physical want, this isn’t what is hard to find, but with the need to be together, fight for each over, fight for her feelings. Angelica did wake up all that in her, but… Suddenly the matriarch fires up. What “but”? Why is she always looking for some “buts”? She was depriving herself even from the try, even from the pure pleasure of the body. Why the hell? The adult woman she was, forty-four years old mind you, and she sits here and waits for mother approval. Fuck this, she decides. Fuck this, and fuck mother Miranda with her prohibitions. She’d do as she feels and let it be.
Alcina looks at the clock and decides to act. She wants to feel Angelica right now, and she will.
~*~
As her knuckles touch the blue room door, the nervousness suddenly overwhelms her. It was 3 a.m. after all. The girl could send her off and would be completely at her rights. Three short knocks and seconds later the door opens.
Angelica rubs her eyes, trying to focus them on her sudden guest. “Lady Dimitrescu? Did something happen?”
“I am… I’m sorry for waking you up. But… I just… I just felt the sudden need to spend time with you.” She makes a pause, but the girl isn’t mocking her, but pays her attention and looks interested and… well, sleepy. “I don’t… god, it is harder than I expected that to be… I can’t tell what I want exactly right now, I just felt the uncontrollable need to be close.” She gave herself in for the judgement of the woman she felt so strongly about.
Angelica opens the door wider and goes in, expecting the lady to follow. “Since your desires are so unclear and… well, mostly because I want to sleep. How about you spend the rest of the night in my bed? Sleeping.” The girl smiles softly and gets under the blanket, tapping on the over side. Thankfully the bed is large enough to fit the lady of the castle. “Promise to touch you.” Angelica smiles, and as soon as Lady Dimitrescu relaxed near her, moves closer, lays her hand over Alcina’s shoulder and hides her cold nose in the lady's curls. She sighs happily and drifts off to the dreams in a second. Minutes later, the lady lulled to sleep with the monotonous heartbeat of her future lover.
~*~
When the sun is up and the castle awakens, Angelica opens her eyes and stretches happily. “Oh, what a dream” she murmurs to herself.
“And what have you dreamt about?” She hears a honey-like voice.
“Whoa!” the girl falls out of the bed. “Christ, you scared me!”
Alcina just looks at her amazement and messy hair, getting lost in girl’s beauty. “Are you upset, doll? Is what you wanted, after all.” The matriarch laughs.
“I am not upset, mind you! Just… surprised, a little. And no, what I wanted is to be in YOUR bed, preferably tied, most certainly fucked.” Angelica composes herself and with a final yawn and a stretch goes to the bathroom. “God, finally felt comfortable and warm to sleep well.” She says from over a door. “All thanks to you, my lady. What do you want as a payback?”
The lady decides to prolong the feeling of comfort and just continues to lay in bed. “Oh, my, the possibilities are endless. What about… spending time with me in the library?”
Angelica comes back with a cheeky smile. “And what are we going to do?”
“Read books? Poetry? Aloud?” the countess makes as angelic face as she possibly can, but looking at the girl rolling her eyes makes her burst in laughter. “Not a library, got you. I have to think then, darling.”
She gets up and leaves, kissing blushed Angelica on a cheek on her way.
~*~
“Mother?!” Right behind the door stands Daniela who was strolling to the countess room and met her… a few feet earlier. “Mother, why… What is…” the girl gets floured with emotions. Should she fly to her sisters with the news, or to phone to call uncle Karl? Oh, such a tough choice.
Angelica laughs and whispers to Alcina “good luck, mistress” while closing the door.
“Dani, I…” but alas, she was too late. The girl turns into a swarm of flies and poof… she’s gone.
“Damn it!”
~*~
The late breakfast was awkward to say the least. Dimitrescu’s daughters share glances here and there but for now are silent, Angelica and Alcina pretend nothing happens and take their meals in peace. And as their work couldn’t wait any longer, Karl and Donna have already left.
“No, I can’t just sit like this!” Daniela says. “Mother! Why did you leave Angelica’s room in the night attire?!”
Alcina looks at the distance for a moment. Then turns eyes to her girls and smiles softly. “I have a task for you three. After breakfast, you'll change into your working dresses and go to the dungeon. We have plenty of things to do. I expect you to come back not earlier than the late dinner.”
Daniela gets red from the indignation, while Cassandra and Bela look at each other knowingly, hiding smiles. “I’m not going to do anything until you answer my question!”
“Very well. I left like this because I was sleeping there. In what attire, you expect me to sleep, darling?” Alcina smiles and then stands up. “Now. Off to the dungeon. Lady Rákóczi, please give me half an hour and then join me at my room. I have a surprise for you.” And she left.
The girls look intently at Angelica. “To be completely fair with you, I have zero to no idea what is going on.” She looks at the door and then leaps from her seat. “But I am excited!”
~*~
Alcina sits in her room, back to the door, a glass of wine in her hand. The deep feeling in her lower stomach grows heavier with each second. The wait for Angelica is coming to an end.
“Come in” she says just a second before the girl was supposed to knock.
Angelica changed into a silken white dress, the one she didn’t mind being ruined. “You wanted to see me, my lady?”
“Ah, yes darling, come here. Wine? It is the regular one.” Alcina calls her, extending her hand.
“Hmm, I must admit I am surprised.” Angelica murmurs as she comes closer. She has a thin blade in her hand, hidden behind the wrist.
The countess faces the girl and looks at her silver hair in the updo and an opened neck free from any jewellery. “Why?”
“I thought you’d prefer to drink something else.” Angelica says as the blade flashes in her hand and leaves the cut at the girl's chest, right under the collarbones. Rich, sweet-scented blood streams down her body as the countess pulls Angelica on her lap and bites on her wound to catch all trickles. The little brat, yet to know what the punishment she is going to receive, digs in Alcina’s curls and moans softly. “God, your lips are so hot.”
Fast lick over the cut, and it starts to tighten right away. The lady gets up from her chair holding Angelica closer to her breast just to throw her to bed. “Little brat!” One stroke of Alcina’s hand with talons out and the dress is on the floor in shreds. Another move of the body and countess laying on top of Angelica. Left hand in her hair, pulls her head back, right — on her neck, shuts off the oxygen. “Now listen to me, pet. You are doing only as I say, move only under permission, and for each word you get 5 slaps.” And to make sure Angelica listens, Alcina emphasizes the question with her hip bone pressing at Angelica’s core. “Understood?”
“Yes.” she squeaks breathless.
“Yes, mistress. Repeat.”
“Yes, mistress.” she whispers.
“Good. On your knees, face the wall, hand on headboard.” The countess says as she releases her guest. And when Angelica is done, she ties her to the bed with what has been left from the dress. Then gets naked behind the girl and joins her on a bed.
“Not fair! I want to see you!” Angelica's phrase provokes the series of slaps over her butt cheeks, hips and the last one over her pussy. She moans and suffocates, but with each slap goes wetter. Her core was on fire, she was dreaming of Alcina’s hands on her and lost herself in the hot feeling of pure lust. Finished with the punishment, the countess leans in and covers her dripping wet centre with her tongue, causing the girl to lose her breath and grab the headboard tighter. With each stroke over her vagina, Angelica loses all sense of reality. They played for so long before this day that she wasn’t sure she wouldn't pass out from the overflow of feelings. Alcina worked at her until she heard her nemesis was completely disband any speaking abilities. And right as she felt her pussy clench, Alcina drew back and untied her wrists. Angelica falls with a long moan and turns over on her back rubbing her wrists. A gorgeous picture opens to her gaze. Lady Dimitrescu on her knees on a bed in only a stocking belt and black stockings on, her breasts covered in a few dots of blood and sheer cover of sweat. Her dark curls are messy, lips covered in a wild mix of red lipstick, blood and Angelica’s juices. “Oh God” she moans and the feeling of lack of Alcina’s fingers inside her pierces her body with pain. “Beg me” the countess smiles deviously. “Please, mistress. Please, I need you.” Face slap tells her she isn’t persuasive enough. “Please” she screams, and Alcina leans to her, pulling her head back, whispering in her ear. “I want you to remember, pet, now you and your pleasure belongs to me.” Tears cover Angelica’s cheeks, “please” she chants over and over again. And Alcina condescends.
Two of her fingers entered the young woman with no warning. A little pause for Angelica to adjust. With each thrust, she screams louder and louder. Her nails dig in Alcina’s back, her throat so dry she coughs in the middle of the moan. And then she stops, her eyes shut and back is arching. With each thrust, she is closer and closer. “Please. Don’t. Stop.” The flow of the orgasm floured her, making her scream one final time. The wave of pleasure overflows her, leaving her lying in Alcina’s hands like a puppet, with no strength or will to move.
Angelica’s breath laboured, she is covered in sweat and swimming in bliss. The countess moves to her side and looks at her, half proud, half envy. She can feel her wet thighs from all these moans and ecstasy faces. Angelica’s body did wonders to her, but by the looks of it, her turn to moan is not today.
“Don’t look at me like that.” The girl says, panting. I need a glass of water and 2 minutes to get ready.”
“Oh, really?” The mocking tone irritates the young woman, but all she is doing is sliding off the bed, stretching and stumbling to the table. There is not only wine but also a jug of cool water. Emptying it fully, Angelica turns back to her lover and smiles. Alcina lying on the covers, dishevelled from sex, looks stunning, so Angelica goes in for something she had in every dream since she saw lady Dimitrescu’s portrait: worshipping her body. She jumps on the bed and leans to her lips, licking and biting her way in. The kiss is both tender and intoxicating. She wants more and more, and decides to cover in kisses and bites her whole body. First, all attention to the neck. For someone drinking other’s blood there, Alcina has a sensitive neck. She goes lower, kissing her clavicles, then giving up for a moment to Alcina’s breasts. The nipple play makes the countess moan so hard, Angelica starts to find it hard to focus on anything besides her own heat. Lower and lower, she goes until she finds the perfect way to lay between her lay’s legs. “Wait, are you sure it’s okay for you? All this wetness?” Alcina suddenly asks nervously. “Oh shut up.” Angelica murmurs and goes in with a long sweep of the tongue. She goes as deep in her pussy as possible, gets covered with all the wet, and licks, and sucks, not afraid to get dirty. Alcina’s scent and taste consumed her mind and subdued her will. She licks and licks until she hears a soft plea from Alcina. Compared their sizes, she decides to use four fingers right away, and by a pleased moan understands she was right. Changing her position to more stable, she thrusts her hand slowly but steadily, choosing a rhythm that gets more response. With each one, she felt Alcina’s vagina pulse around her fingers more and more. Angelica leans back to her lover's clitoris and sucks on it, adding the sensation. The countess hand in her hair presses her head harder in her sex and moments later with a long moan and a flow of the wetness the lady comes. She falls back on the cover, restoring her breath, feeling of her lover moving, kissing her body on her way up.
“Your voice when you come is the best.” Angelica huskily says, laying her hand on Alcina’s shoulder. The lady is silent. Her world is yet to be restored.
Summary: They finally take their time to get to know each other a bit more. So what could possibly have gone wrong?
Chapter 6: The fear of death
The next day starts off early when the lady of the castle and her guest meet in the dining hall hours before anyone wakes up. The staff only started the preparation, so Angelica goes to the kitchen to make herself a plate of snacks and some tea. Alcina walks in surprised as she hears her up and decides to join the girl at the table.
“Up so early? Didn't you sleep well, lady Rákóczi?” Alcina asks with a smirk.
“Ah, fantasized about you all night, almost didn’t have time to nap, mostly released the tension,” the girl laughs quietly. “Did you think you could manage to embarrass me?”
Alcina comes closer and sits at the head of the table. “Yes, I did for a second hoped that the taste of your own medicine would do something. Anyway, enlighten me on your early waking, be a dear. I do want you to be comfortable at my house.”
Taking a sip, Angelica looks over at Alcina and smiles, taking in her appearance. It was six in the morning. The matriarch hurried to her with no public attire. A white nightie and a dressing gown hugged her around waist, her hair down, a bare face with no make-up shines a little from the early sunlight.
“Angelica.” The lady cooes. “Return to me, please.”
The girl blushes and touches her nose covering a smile. “Sorry. What did you ask me? Ah, the early morning, right.” She coughs hiding her embarrassment. “To be fair, I love early mornings and wake myself up at times just to feel the atmosphere. You know… Everyone is still asleep, in spring and summer the only noises are made by birds, wind and bugs. Everything is chill, the light is soft and… Sorry, I got carried away.” Her eyes now locked on her cup.
Alcina smiles gently and falls for this calm and soft conversation. “We can go for a walk, if you don’t mind. It is a little chilly, but the temperature doesn’t affect either of us as we know.”
“It would be wonderful!” Angelica lightens up and jumps right away. “Show me your courtyard, would you? I saw it from the windows, but didn’t manage to visit yet.”
~*~
With the courtyard examined, they move to the garden and then proceed to the vineyard.
“So, lady Rákóczi, tell me more about yourself. I believe we might be caught up in the wrong things, never getting to know each other.”
“And you want to?” The devilish smile is back.
“For now, the answer is yes, but it all relies on your behaviour.”
“I’ll try and do my best. So, bring it on.
They reach the pavilion. Alcina sits on the bench and Angelica — on the railings opposite of her.
“Tell me about your family. You said you are rich, but you also came here by your own will. How so? Why did your parents allow you to?”
Angelica smiles. “Well… Let’s start from my age. I am thirty four, and have no need to ask anyone for permission to do anything.” Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes widened in surprise. Angelica continues. “Speaking about my parents… My mom died when I was around five years old. Cancer took her life pretty early. As to my dad… He wasn’t young when I was born, and when I turned twenty, he left the Earth. Since then I am on my own.”
“My condolences, you had to lose them early. I am sorry for my reaction, you do look much younger. I thought you are closer to my daughters than to me.”
“Good skin care routine, and… well, I think Cadou did something to me too. I used to have a bit more tired look. And yes, I think I’m a bit closer to you than to your daughters, or at least right in between.”
“And what about your wealth? Sorry, it is so wrong of me to ask, but I just don’t understand how you could possibly make mother Miranda be so dependent on you.”
“Oh, the dowry is huge, don’t worry.” Alcina rolls her eyes as the girl laughs at her expressions. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I’ll be honest with you, Miranda… She isn’t in touch with modern life. She keeps operating on old money and old values, so I have her at the end of my fingers with just the price of a good holiday. Counting on my investments, I continue to grow my net worth without little to no damage by sponsoring her.”
“But why do this to yourself? Each of us had nothing to lose, barely surviving. I was dying from a blood disease, girls were already dead, Karl… Doesn’t matter, I just don’t understand why?”
“You are too caught up over the cons of your condition to see its pros. I am stronger than ever, have everlasting beauty and live devoid of horrors of ageing, with endless possibility to make even more money and opportunity to devote myself to science without fear of not being able to see the results of my discoveries. So yeah, the reasons are simple: pride, money and endless sex.”
“So basically the sheer fear of death.”
“Boring, right?” Angelica smiles. “Enough about me, I’m boring. Let me know you, as you said you wish. What is the truth behind the facade of the almighty lady of the castle?”
Alcina shifts in her seat, smooths her hair, catching Angelica on ogling her. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything! Where is your family? Are you and your girls related? Has the wine business carried decades in your lineage? Anything you are willing to share, really.”
Alcina frowns a little at the mention of her family, but starts the story.
“I do ask for your forgiveness, as I am not happy to remember my youth and family pre-Cadou. The wine business is indeed from my bloodline. Mother Miranda helped me to take over it. Back then, and mind you it was a bit over a hundred years ago, I had a falling out with my blood family. Cursed with blood disease, not abled for childbirth and with a suspicious interest in women, I wasn’t the best candidate for taking over the business and being tied up with their name in general. Exiled from the house, I had to rise all by myself. Had good days also. Singing in the jazz band, making my own decisions, such freedom.”
“How could you tie yourself down to Miranda, then?” Angelica asks, a sad expression covering her face.
“I was dying, darling, and didn’t have much of the choice. It is immensely sad to leave life in your mid forties. So when I met Miranda, I accepted her experiment almost right away. Later on for my devotion she helped to take the castle back, the bloodline stopped anyway. And decades later, she presented me with my daughters. So yes, we aren’t blood related, but I brought them back to life with her instructions myself, and we have a strong family bond no matter what.”
“Would you be so kind and sing to me sometime?” Angelica sits next to the lady and covers her hand to sooth her.
“I absolutely will.” Their faces were so close that the soft kiss was the only logical continuation. Both women had an inhuman hearing, so a kiss accompanied by tender heartbeats made their whole bodies flatter. Suddenly Angelica pulls away and looks at the castle, she stands up and smiles sadly. “Sorry, I think you might want to get back, I can hear the girls gathering in the dining hall.”
Upset with how the kiss turns out, the lady of the castle starts to hurry. “Right, I’ll go back to my room to get ready, please, be a dear and hold them for a bit.”
“Sure, Lady Dimitrescu, I will.’’ Angelica leaves, keeping her head down. And Alcina spends a second looking at her. “What have I done wrong?”
~*~
At lunch Angelica seems a bit lost, she often falls out of conversation, asks to repeat questions to her and endlessly apologizing for her absence. Lady Dimitrescu feels like she made a mistake, but on the other side, she did exactly what Angelica was chasing: opened up to her. The whole breakfast together showed how much was already held on Angelica’s mood. Everyone quieted down a bit, and only Karl tries to brighten the conversation up.
After that, ladies go to Alcina's parlour to continue her examination. They go in silence, and this time it isn't as comfortable as usual.
Alcina starts the conversation first. “Sorry for being noisy, but can you please open up a little on your mood? It has shifted dramatically since the morning.”
Angelica looks at her and tries to smile, but just as she opens her mouth, Alcina interrupts her. “And remember, you promised me to be honest.”
“It's… difficult to explain. Let me say this, as much as I was delighted by everything happening this morning, some of it triggered bad memories in me. I might need a little time to process it, and I do apologize for it. But please let me leave any further explanation.”
“You are fully at your rights, I just was scared I might upset you with something.”
“You could never.” With this little chat, Angelica’s mood seems to brighten up, and when they get back to work the conversation flows freely. And hours later her usual naughty self got back. Alcina surprisingly found herself relaxing at that.
~*~
Dimitrescu’s daughters, the lady herself and her guests gather at the entrance hall to meet the arriving lady Beneviento.
“You know…” Lady Rákóczi starts carefully. “Miranda didn’t talk much about any of you. The only thing I know about Lady Beneviento is that she is shy, looks cute, and Miranda called her a doll maker. Is there anything else I should know beforehand?”
“No!” Karl says with a twinkle in the eye.
“Yes,” says Alcina firmly.
“Oh, come on, Alci! It would be so much fun to surprise her!”
“Such a child! Lady Rákóczi I just want to warn you. Donna never leaves the house without her doll Angie. And… well. This is something to be prepared to face.”
“Be prepared? How?” Angelica raises brows.
“No idea, darling.’
Karl decides to offer his two cents. “Just be ready to pay your therapist double the price for the rest of your endless life.” The thin screeching ranged from outside the door.
“Oh god…” Angelica gulps and grabs the lady's hand in fear.
“Here comes Angie!” With Karl’s words the door opens and right from the entrance the horrendous doll in a bride dress jumps to Angelica's head.
“New sis! New sis! AAAAAaaa!”
“Christ!” Angelica screams and with a strategic hit frees herself from these uncalled hugs. She takes two steps back to restore her breath and have a look at the doll.
“Oh, you’re so rude to poor Angie! Are you rude to everyone?” The doll laughs and flies to her once again, but gets stopped by Alcina.
“Donna, that is enough, please let lady Rákóczi have a breather.”
“My apologies, lady Beneviento…” Angelica tries to restore her breath, but also to save her face. “Wasn’t… Wasn't prepared. It is nice to finally meet you and… your friend.”
“And we are happy to meet you, lady Rákóczi." A soft, quiet voice comes out the black veil.
After this little event, everyone proceeded to the dining hall together. Karl mockingly holds the seat near Alcina for Angelica and helps her sit down as the girls giggle. Dinner is spent chatting, Angie jokes around, Karl booms with laughter, Daniela and Cassandra placing bets on how soon their mother will scold the doll, and Donna and Bella get completely absorbed by their conversation.
Lady Dimitrescu’s new maid is the only thing out of the atmosphere. This young woman arrived at the castle just two days ago, and didn’t see any horrors for the mere mortal yet. And she was smiling. She smiled at the lady of the castle all the time. At the lady, who didn’t even notice it, since her mind was fully occupied by lady Rákóczi. Unfortunately, Lady Rákóczi saw everything. And god, how she hates it. At first, she found it even funny. Mortal girl and immortal vampire? Not the best match, you know. Then she tried to chalk it off to eagerness at a new workplace. But today… Today it seemed her patience had come to an end. When this new maid came again to fill Alcina’s goblet with wine, the lady of the castle made a mistake she would regret much later. She decided to check on the girl's pulse point, as she could be a good blood bag for the thirsty day. Alcina’s hand moves the maid's string of hair, smiles at what she saw, and completely overlooks the girl's blushing. What she in her good mood haze also has overlooked is Angelica’s look of distraught. On the other side of the table, Karl shows girls exactly what was happening between their mother and their guest. Daniela and Cassandra grow worried, while Karl laughs, wiping tears from his cheeks. Angelica kips her face as much as she could, but eventually a little fiery flash sparkles in her hands, melting the glass, and the girl storms out to the opera hall. She didn’t say a word to everyone's surprise (not Karl’s though, the man just continued to laugh) and, since the dinner had ended anyway, they followed her.
“Lady Rákóczi, you left us so unexpectedly, is everything alright?” Alcina comes in first, worry written all over her face.
“Why yes, lady Dimitrescu, just decided to speed everything up. Also…” Angelica turns to entering Donna. “I do feel upset since I didn’t have the opportunity to get to know Lady Beneviento. I must admit your hidden beauty intrigues me to no end.”
“Oh, wow, Alci, looks like your pet misbehaving.” Karl cackles, moving his seat to the piano.
“Shut it, Karl.” Alcina leaves further from the centre of the room, where everyone took a seat.
She sits frowning, not understanding what is happening. Angelica suddenly devotes her full attention to Donna, moving her from Bela. She smiles at her, touches her shoulder at times, and makes the usually composed woman laugh. The green-eyed monster rises in Alcina more and more with each second.
Even though it looks like lady Rákóczi is fully consumed by the conversation with Donna, she actually has a strategic placement allowing her to see Alcina’s face in the lamp reflection. She sees her getting more jealous with each second and tries to imagine what else she can do to make her burst. When her hand landed at Donna’s shoulder once again, another reflection caught her eyes. She saw Bela’s face filled with sadness, eyes on the verge of tears. Realization hits Angelica as she removes her hand quickly, then apologises to lady Beniviento and walks over to the oldest daughter.
“Bela?” The girl avoids her eyes and looks upset. “Bela, talk to me, please.”
“Is it always like that for you?”
“What?”
“You just go and take whoever you want? It took me months to go and even talk to her. You just shift your attention and she is laughing, and you touch her and…” her voice cut off by tears she tried to hold back. Guilt floods Lady Rákóczi. She tries to reach the girl and hug her, but she backs up.
“Okay, let’s stop here, I would never try my chances with someone who is taken. Donna technically isn’t, but it’s clear how she is smitten with you. I promise you, with everything I have, the only thing we actually discussed was you. We talked for, like, what? Ten minutes, and she mentioned your name, and how great you are, how beautiful your singing voice and so on and so forth for like a million times. I am so sorry I put you in that position. But you are wrong if you think my presence has shifted something between you two.”
“Are you sure?” Bela looks at her with a bright hope.
“I am. So get back her attention, young lover. I am backing up. Also, I wanted to piss off your mother for a bit, and it seems I succeeded at this already.”
“You do love to play with fire, lady Rákóczi. Can I be sure my secret is safe with you?”
“I wouldn’t speak on it, I promise. But you underestimate everyone here, including Donna, if you think it is a secret to anyone.” Angelica smiles and turns to look at Alcina to see her leaving, and her maid, sweeping the broken glass away. As brave and dumb as she was, Angelica hurries to the lady’s side.
"Lady Dimitrescu, you left us so unexpectedly, is everything alright?” Angelica asks with poison on her tongue.
As the door closes behind them, Alcina turns and lifts Angelica by her neck. One smooth motion to raise her up, another to bang her to the wall.
"You, little brat, seem to like it, don't you? Flirting with whoever you want, touching her like I'm not even here. I can snap your neck with my hand easily, and you dare to play with me?!"
"Well, if you're disappointed with something, you can just go and have fun with your fucking maid, since you are so interested in her!"
Lady Dimitrescu gets even closer, fits her waist between Angelica's legs and licks her neck, making the girl whine. She takes one of her talons out and draws a little cut on Angelica's cheek.
"Oh, well, well… Little mouse, If you are so jealous of my food let's take a taste, maybe you can become one yourself."
~*~
"Fight! They're gonna fight!" Karl jumps happily and runs to the door, but Cassandra and Daniela block it from him. "Uncle, no! Let them figure it out themselves."
"Oh, come on! We are missing so much fun! I'll bet Angelica wins. Angie, what about you?"
The doll flies screaming. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"See, girls, we must go and help them!" Cassandra only opens her mouth to protest then everyone in the opera hall gets quiet as they hear the mood shift behind the door.
~*~
Long hot swipe of the tongue. Sweet, almost as sweet as a virgin's, blood covers the lady's tongue. The hunger, the lust wake up like beasts in her. She could feel them roar, demanding to devour her prey right now. Make her pay for her play. Make her plea.
The girl moans softly, so the lady of the castle drew her lips to Angelica's, opened in silent begging. She declared her lips, biting, and licking her way into the girl's mouth. The angel in her hands gets brave and bites back. A minute later, and they scratch each other, tearing the dresses apart, kissing and liking the blood away.
~*~
"Oh, look, they quiet down. Something terrible is going on." Karl continues teasing girls, since everyone in the room has advanced hearing and clearly understands the behind-the-door situation.
"Girls, think of your mother, what if she is going to get hurt?" He laughs at their expressions. Surprisingly, even Donna joined him.
"No, they…erm… they are fine. We… we-we really shouldn't go there right now. Eeeem… probably even today, not just now."
Cassandra and Daniela continue to argue with Karl, while Bela tries to explain to Lady Beneviento what exactly is going on and why this should be a secret.
~*~
Alcina moves her lips from Angelica's to her neck, bites down and just as she feels the warm flow of blood filling her mouth… sweet, with no hint of a man-touch blood… just as she feels that, she realizes this is the point of no return. She either stops herself now or loses everything by mother Miranda's rage.
The matriarch steps back and stands Angelica carefully. Then looks at her and storms out.
"Are you fucking serious?!" Angelica's voice reaches her even through several walls.
~*~
"Ah! It looked like they had ended for today." Karl laughs. "Christ, never thought I would see Alcina be such a wreck. I'll visit you in a week, girls, let's hope they still wouldn't fuck this out. Or else it won't be half as funny."
Summary: When the other lord arrived for dinner, what possibly can go wrong?
Chapter 5: The evening with Karl
“Uncle Karl!” Daniela and Cassandra are flying towards the entering man, happily squealing. Bela checks all the preparations, and then joins them.
“Ah, my favourite girls! Look what I brought to you!” He hugs them and shows his little presents: a new sickle for Daniela, a gun for Cassandra (the girl always wanted to try it out) and a book for Bela. Such a joyful greeting was possible only for the absence of the lady and her nemesis.
The laughing group goes to the living room to have some tea while the dinner is getting ready. The girls sit on the sofa, tucking their legs under themselves, as Karl collapses on a chair on their right.
Suddenly, Cassandra interrupts the cheerful conversation with a worried look. “Uncle, we have a request for you…”
“Yes, pumpkin, anything for you.” Karl smiles. He does love them as if they were his nieces by blood, and would do anything for them. Well… Almost anything.
“Can you please not to ask mother about and not to comment on her and lady Rákóczi? Please!”
“Your mother and who?”
“Lady Rákóczi, Angelica. Mother brought her from one of your lords’ meetings.”
Karl beaming. “Wow, didn’t know her surname. But girls… Teasing Alcina for this angel is exactly why I am here.” And he bursts with laughter.
“Please, uncle! And we didn’t tell you anything!” The door opens with a creak and girls freeze in fear.
But it happened to be Angelica. So they exhale and relax.
“Lord Heisenberg, I assume.” She smiles and comes to greet the man.
“Angelica?” Karl asks, standing up and taking in her appearance. She wears a red silk pantsuit, with only a black bra under it.
“Lady Rákóczi, if you may. Nice to finally meet you.” She doesn’t burst with enthusiasm, so the lord checks his manners and kisses her hand playing a knight. When the social curtsies are done, Karl returns to his seat, and Angelica occupies the chair on the opposite side.
“As you may know, Lord Heisenberg…”
“Please. Just Karl. I don’t have blue blood in me, nor was I raised with a silver spoon.”
“I was, though, so let’s leave familiarities until we are more familiar with each other. Shall we?” Angelica smiles politely.
“Erm… Lady Rákóczi?” Daniela asks, surprised. “Did our mother have bitten you?”
Angelica chuckles, as Lady Dimitrescu enters the room. “I wish, darling. I wish.”
“Sorry for being late, little brother. I hope my girls and my lovely guest have you occupied.”
“They did, Alci. So tell me, how is the whole examination thing going?”
But the lady ignores his question as she looks around, not finding a place for herself. Angelica and Karl both jump from their seats. Alcina looks at both of the options, lost, as she can’t decide what to do. Angelica comes closer, giving the lady a hand to help her seat, and glares at the lord. “Sit.” She commands in such a harsh voice what he falls back at the instance.
As lady Dimitrescu sits, Angelica goes to the sofa occupied by girls, waves at them protesting to fit in and leans against the side of it.
Alcina’s eyes were glued to Angelica’s body during this whole occurrence. Karl shines with happiness, like he has won the lottery.
“Well, well, dear sister. You are playing with a fire, aren’t you?” the lord smiles at her angry sight and continues. “I mean, I do understand you, she looks ravishing, but fucking mother’s property.”
And before Alcina could say anything, Angelica spits “Property?”
“Well, I mean…”
“I’ve heard you. Please leave your venerations to yourself and don’t project on me. If you all go around wanking on the bare sound of her name, devoting your life to this woman, it is only a “you problem”. Leave me out of this.” She sounds irritated to no end. “I have had hearing just for a couple of days and already heard her name more times than it is appropriate.”
Dead silence filled the atmosphere.
“You…” Alcina stunned. “You have no idea what you are talking about.”
“And you sound like a child! The little and scared one, mind you. Mother this, mother that. How old were you before Cadou? Twelve?” Angelica fires back.
“I sound like a child?” Alcina stands up, eyes flaming in fury. “You sound like a horny teenager from the first second you had your hearing back! And you dare to scold me?!” Her voice became louder with each word.
“Better to sound like a horny teen than like a frustrated nun!” As Alcina’s voice got louder, Angelica with each second became bigger in size. It looked like she was quickly catching the lady in height. “I see your eyes following me in every direction I go! Your voice gets lower with want each time I enter the room! DON’T YOU DARE TO PRETEND I AM THE ONLY ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS GAME!” At the last phrase, Angelica’s body bursts on fire, burning the clothes on her and warming up the room.
“IF NOT FOR MOTHER MIRANDA, YOU WOULD BE DEAD IN MY HANDS BY THE LUNCH, YOU BRAT!” The lady storms out of the hall, breaking the door on a way with her talons.
“RAAAAH!” Angelica fires the last scream. The floor and the ceiling are all covered in soot. She breathes in and out for a moment, and gets to her previous size as she relaxes, fire long gone. Lady Rákóczi looks over at the stunned girls and the lord and smiles. “Ah, what a woman! Fires me up with just her tongue. A dream!” When she leaves, purring the melody, Karl finally wakes up.
“What in the actual fuck was that?”
~*~
“This little brat! What does she think of herself! Little, incompetent… Brat!” Lady Dimitrescu winds down the hallways to her room, to try and calm down. Her mind as always wrapped around one particular cute ass. “The audacity! The dare! Bloody woman!” She opens a bottle of wine, but even when it’s finished, she feels like she can use another one. The one that waits for her on the dining table. Along with her guest and probably scared girls. Fuck. She must freshen up and go back. And God helps her around this woman! If she kills her… The lady suddenly got hit with realisation. When angry, Angelica became almost her height and covered with fire. If they actually will physically fight, the winner is unclear. That’s new. She knew for sure she can easily take down Karl, not speaking about Donna or that fish Moreau. But this… This is interesting.
While she touches up her makeup, her mind throws her some pictures. How Angelica’s suit burned to ashes, revealing her ample bosom. Her beautiful face, even prettier in pure anger. She scolds herself and leaves to join everyone in the dining hall.
~*~
The Countess walks in on Karl telling the girls a story about how one of his creations ran into the power generator, shutting off his factory entirely. She inspects the hall cautiously, hoping to find… or to not find (she doesn’t even know anymore) lady Rákóczi, but she is absent.
“Oh, mother! We were waiting for you!” Cassandra looks at her, shifting everyone’s attention.
“How could I miss dinner in such a joyful company.” She smiles softly as she sits at the head of the table.
“Alci…” Lord Heisenberg starts.
“No.” She interrupts him right away. “I know what you want to speak about, but I generously ask you not to.”
“Fine. I will leave it for now, but really, just don’t forget to test this ability of hers. It’s useful to know if she is stronger than Miranda.”
Alcina glances at him with worry and promises what she will. And then turns to her daughters, which sat at her left side, in opposite to Karl. “I am not quite sure if we would see lady Rákóczi today again, so I think we could start our…”
The doors blow open, interrupting her, and show Angelica in a black glove-fitting dress beaming with a radiant smile. “So… How do I look?”
Not a scratch, not a mark appeared on her body as Alcina finds in relief. Angelica strides to the head of the table and stretches her hand to Alcina. “I must apologize, my lady. I did push you way too much. Can’t say it wasn’t my intention, as I do not want to lie to you. But I definitely didn’t plan on going that far. Please, accept my sincere apology.”
“Thank you, lady Rákóczi. I do appreciate this. Please have a seat.”
Angelica turns to the table and sees the place right near the lady already taken. Her deadly look tells Karl to switch the place, man chokes at his food but does it quickly. Quietly laughing, Lady Dimitrescu watches how Angelica sits at Karl’s place and pretends nothing just happened.
“So, my dear brother. How is your task from mother Miranda going?”
“Er, not as good as yours, Alci.” She purses her lips, but leaves it. “I doubled the numbers already, so in the last three weeks I think I will manage to do 80% of what she asked. You know, to not give her a hint that these are the numbers I can keep up with. And! I am going to whine a lot at the meeting, and you are going to listen in silence. Otherwise, I’ll find something else to report to her.” He smirks, as the lady rolls her eyes.
“Did you all get some tasks from her?”
“Yes, and it seems mine was the hardest.” Alcina smiles.
“Can we have a visit from other lords too?” Angelica’s question hyped up by girls chanting “Mother, ask Donna to come, please mother!”
“Silence! No, we can not. I am not going to endure another one of my siblings two days in a row.”
“Oh please, my lady, it will be so fun!” Angelica gives Alcina her best puppy eyes, but it doesn’t work. Then she slides from her chair, stands behind the lady and starts massaging her tense shoulders and whispers. “Just imagine. Everyone is far from you, some chatting in the distance. Finally, no one requires your attention, I talk to other lords. Only white noise and a goblet of wine. So, so calm.” Alcina relaxes at her touches and closes her eyes for a second. Then sighs. “Fine. I'll call Donna in the morning. Karl, you may stay until tomorrow evening.” Cassandra and Daniela hooray happily, while Bela hides her smile, having her own reasons to wait for Donna’s visit.
“You want some more?” Angelica decides not to stop a quick massage session, seeing Alcina’s relaxed face.
“Yes, please. Let’s count it as your apology.” Lady Dimitrescu smiles, waiting for the vulgar comment, what never came. She turned her head in surprise.
“What?” Angelica smiles. “I am holding vulgarities the best I can. Don’t tempt me.”
The rest of the evening went lightly over the chats, rare compliments and funny stories. And later in the night they move back to the fireplace, to have some tea and late chat.
Alcina finds a moment, then Karl fully gets occupied by girls to ask Angelica a question.
“Lady Rákóczi.”
“M?”
“I have a deeply personal question for you. May I ask?”
“Only if I can ask a question in return.” Her cheeky smile makes Alcina’s heart flatter.
“Agreed. I must admit I do feel a bit shy, so please go first.”
“Sure. I simply wanted to know your name.” Angelica beams. “Promise not to use it until you allow it. Well… don't swear for my sleep talking, though.”
“Alcina.”
“Ah! Just as gorgeous as you are.” Lady Rákóczi blushes lightly. “What was your question then?”
“You told me at the dinner table, you don’t want to lie to me. So please, tell me sincerely. What is all this shameless flirting about? There should be some goal behind it.”
Angelica stands up from her place and comes closer to the lady. She leans over the chair handle to whisper to lady Dimitrescu.
“Take my sincerity. The only real goal behind all what is to get into your bed and get fucked really, really hard.” Angelica kisses her on the cheek and when Alcina turns to look at her, she continues. “I hope I will hear some sweet moans from you tonight again, my lady. Sleep well.”
Lady Rákóczi leaves the room for the night as Karl and the girls chats and Lady Dimitrescu tries to remember how to breathe.
Summary: Even if you're a hundred years old vampire, you still have a chance to become a school girl with a crush.
Chapter 4: Schoolgirl with a crush
A wild kiss transformed into a softer one stops with Angelica's protesting whine. Alcina panting over her while a slow realization covers her like a wave. “Oh god… What have I done?”
“You've done perfectly, sweetheart.” Angelica tries to restore her breath. “Top notch performance.”
“You… No, it was a mistake. I'm sorry.” Alcina storms out of the study.
Angelica sighs, straightening her dress. She sits still for a couple of minutes, but the lady isn't coming back. “Nice… And how am I supposed to…”.
“Excuse me?” Bela knocks and comes in. “I… em… I've heard my mother left, so I thought you might need company.”
“Ah! Bela, right? I would be endlessly thankful if you help me get to my room, sweetie.”
“Sure! Are… Are you alright?” The girl comes closer and helps Angelica to jump from the table.
“Why, yes, darling, I'm perfectly fine.” She smiles sincerely, making Bela question if they heard things correctly.
They stroll down the hall, getting closer to the guest room.
“We… I… erm… We just wanted to make sure, you are alright. Mother can be a little harsh sometimes.”
Angelica laughs, and her light mood starts to get onto Bela.
“Darling, your mother is a tough cookie. But I'm not going to give up easily.” She thinks for a little. “Don't you worry. It will be alright.”
They split in the door frame, as Bela sends a maid over to their guest to help with bathing.
The dinner full of jokes and laughter went smoothly, while girls occupied Angelica with their tonne of questions. The Countess isn't present.
~*~
“I'm so sorry, mistress. I'll be a good girl, I promise.” Angelica is all tied up, punts and whines on her lady's bed. She lies on her front, her hands tied to her ankles, restraining her from any form of friction. Alcina's hand is working her up, but stops now and then to further the orgasm just a little more.
“Oh, so now you are sorry, hah? What happened?”
“Please, mistress, I can't hold it any more. Please.” They are playing for hours now, and Angelica almost sincerely cries.
“Another slip, and these three hours will turn into three days. Is that clear, you brat?” She whispers as her fingers slide in, working Angelica's way to heaven.
“Yes, yes, yes. I promise, none of that!”
“Good. Come for me, my angel.”
With a cry of Angelica's orgasm ringing in her ears, Alcina wakes up panting. “Christ! A wet dream?! Like I'm a teenager!”
She covers her eyes with palms, and breathes in and out trying to cool down. Attempts to remember when she fell for someone's pretty face that hard lead to nothing. The Countess was never this sort of reckless person. Always calculated and composed. And she is proud of that. But this… brat. Oh, she drives her crazy. If not for mother Miranda, she would deal with her fast and bloody, but alas. She has to make her mother proud.
~*~
Alcina arrives in the dining hall and hears her girls' laugh and Angelica telling stories. Paused near the door for a moment she takes in a peaceful environment, which is going to be ruined by her arrival.
Breathe in, breathe out. “You act like a schoolgirl with a crush. Stop it.” She scolds herself and enters.
“Mother, good morning! We have news!”
Bela and Daniela scream as she strolls to her end of the table. “Oh my, so much enthusiasm. Tell me, what happened? Lady Rákóczi, morning.”
“Morning, Lady Dimitrescu. We have two pieces of news. A good one and a one you particularly wouldn't like. May I present the good one?”
Alcina looks at her, putting on a polite face, and suddenly sees a change in Angelica's eyes. They are bright and react to the surroundings dilating at the sight of the lady.
“Ah, yes, as you may see, I have my sight back. Couldn't be happier to test it on such a beautiful sight as you.”
The Countess purses her lips, starting to simmer. “Lady Rákóczi, I must warn you…” But she gets interrupted right away.
“Oh, it's just a compliment. It won't bite, you can take it.” Angelica winks at her and starts to eat.
“M-mother, we have another news…” Daniela suddenly loses her joy, realising Angelica's presence isn't going to soothe the Countess.
“Yes?”
“Ummm… Uncle Karl called today…”
“Aaand?”
“He… ermm… He-is-going-to-visit-us-i-promise-it-is-not-our-fault.” She blurs the whole sentence out and closes her eyes in a scare.
“You can promise me you didn't call him yesterday?”
“Yes, mother. We didn't, mother.” They say it in unison, making Angelica snort.
“Alright. Bela, ask maids to prepare dinner and a room for him…”
“Yes, mother.”
“And I ask all of you…” Alcina looks over the entire table, making the biggest pause on a brat, consuming her mind. “No one dares to speak about yesterday's events.” She looks at Angelica again. “No one.”
“Huh, and what is going to stop me?” Devil's grin is back on her innocent face.
Alcina bores her eyes for a second, and then an idea comes to her. She relaxes, touches Angelica's cheek with her knuckles and says with a sweet smile.
“My heartfelt request.”
“Aaah!” Angelica opens her eyes and mouth in pure admiration. “You uncovered my only true weakness and used it right away. How not very noble of you, my lady. Now I must oblige.”
“Daniela, you may close your mouth. It's unbecoming a lady.” Alcina snaps.
Her daughters exchange glances and eat, hiding their smiles. The thought of the punishment scares them less and less.
~*~
The day is quiet as Lady Dimitrescu tests Angelica's changes more closely. The girl, on the other hand, decides to give Alcina a breather and doesn't pick on her as much.
Soft scratches of the pen and Angelica's purring filled the study, which just yesterday became a place for some scandalous events.
“As I see by your tests, you'll be the best vessel for Eve, mother was searching for so long.”
“I will not.” Angelica answers examining the bookshelves.
Alcina is taken aback. “What? Why? You are a perfect fit. Beautiful, healthy, strong.”
“Ah, did you just call me beautiful?” The girl smiles slyly and turns back again. “I will not. Foremost, I don't want to. I came to Miranda by my own will. Invested in her research, a lot of money. Trust fund baby, you know. And will not submit my body to every crazy idea she holds. Secondly, it is impossible to become a fit vessel for her dear Eve.”
“What do you mean, impossible?”
“Oh, did you ever ask her what she envisioned exactly for her perfect vessel? I did, and she declared the list of things for four hours straight. It is sort of sad how she makes it impossible for herself.
“And what does the list contain?” Alcina raises a brow.
“Ah! Milton's Paradise lost. Can I take it?”
“Yes, just … Please, answer my question.”
Angelica smiles, takes a book and comes closer to the lady. “Well… she doesn’t want her vessel to be gay, or even in the slightest way disobedient. She doesn’t want them to be way too strong, but also not weak. Not too beautiful, but definitely not ugly. Not too tall, not too short. Probably not a man, but oh she always wanted a boy. They should…”
“Enough. I got it, you right.”
“Anyway, I have a house in the making next to the village. She requested all of her “family” lives close by, and this is the only request I am willing to make.”
“You have no idea the fire you play with.”
Angelica laughs again, and a little tug in Lady Dimitrescu’s chest tells her what she is moments before she gives in completely. “Oh no, darling, all of you just don't know the type of fire I am.”
She walks out of the study first this time, but turns before closing the door. “Also, I couldn't leave it. I do hope one day to discuss our dreams, they might be more similar than you’d think, mistress.” She winks and leaves the blushing lady alone.
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Summary: “Believe me, pet, you do not want me to start taming.”
“Prove it.”
Chapter 3: The start of taming
The following days, much to Alcina’s surprise, quickly fell into the pace. She wakes up, dresses and goes to check on Angelica. Little brat continues to demand to be fed, so she takes a cutlery and feeds her. After that fast check up: hearing is absent, sight is absent, naughtiness… Yes, still present. Then Lady goes about her day, taking Angelica everywhere. Also, not having many important conversations. In the evening, she spends time with her daughters, who relaxed around Angelica and casually chat about nothing. The new lady usually just curls near the fire and relaxes. On the fourth day a strange thing happened which sparked a new examination.
Angelica sits peacefully as usual near the fire, watching the flame, her eyes still don't react to it. Bela is reading a book aloud, Cassandra and Daniela quietly giggle at the dialogues and comment on the plot. Not paying much attention to them, Alcina rests, hearing her daughters’ voices, and looks at Angelica. The girl excited a lot of feelings in the Lady of the castle. Her successful turning and mother Miranda’s adoration stirred in Alcina jealousy and envy. But her beauty and curvy figure awakened pure admiration and not so pure thoughts and feelings. And her audacity, oh, Alcina had a premonition – once this young woman regains her full powers she'd become a pain in the ass, as Karl likes to say. And then Alcina sees what Angelica was doing, while she was deep in thoughts. The girl stretches her hand to the fire and touches it as it is nothing. No screams or smell of burning flesh. Nothing. She just plays with it like kids play with water in a bath. Alcina jumps to her immediately to check the skin to be sure she has no injuries. And she doesn’t, her hand is smooth, with no burns. Interesting…
The next day, the countess takes a guest to her study. She sits her on the desk, and prepares different things for the test.
First goes fire. Alcina decides to try it out again. Angelica doesn't feel pain in a flame, but she definitely can feel it. She smiles and wiggles her fingers, making a fire dance around her hand. Same reaction with her other hand.
Next turn – ice cubes. Alcina takes one and slowly lays it on Angelica's hand. The girl looks up and smirks as if something naughty came to her mind. Not much reaction again.
So the temperature doesn't affect her. She tries some other things for a while, but eventually has the same reaction. Red-hot iron leaves no marks and makes no pain. Icy cold water does as much as cubes do. Fast change from the heat to the cold also doesn't give much reaction, only giggles.
She decides to leave other experiments until the girl has at least one of her feelings back. And a couple of days later, it does happen.
~*~
As usual, Alcina visits Angelica in the morning. The girl is already dressed and eats breakfast.
“Good morning” the Countess says. She decided to leave this one phrase to the girl in case one day she will respond back.
“Oh, my. And whose this honey-like voice is?” Surprisingly, Angelica has a much deeper voice than Alcina has imagined. Not as low as hers, but still.
“Ah, your hearing is back, I suppose. I had imagined mother Miranda at least speared a couple of words on your future host. My name is Lady Dimitrescu. While mother is out, you are spending your recovery in my castle.”
The girl smiles again. “Lady Di-mi-tres-cu.” She tastes the name on her lips, and Alcina holds her breath for a second. “Your name is just as beautiful as your portrait. Just as I fantasized.”
“You've seen my portrait?”
“Of course! Otherwise how am I supposed to pick a host?”
Alcina sits in surprise. “What… It was your choice?”
“Well… Mother Miranda graciously recommended picking either you or Lady Beneviento. And I chose you.” Angelica finishes her food and lends a fork and a knife rather accurately, demonstrating the lack of sight.
“I see… But then why me and not Donna?” Alcina writes down changes, feeling lost and upset.
“You know, Lady Di-mi-tres-cu. I have a weakness for gorgeous women.” She smiles like she thought of something naughty, and Alcina thanks the gods for her restraint and Angelica's lack of sight.
“Donna is beautiful.” She argues.
“She is. Let's just say, I prefer more mature women.”
“It's not a choice of a bed partner.”
“But it might become.” Alcina decides to stop the conversation with cough and invites Angelica to her study.
They stroll quietly through the halls. The girl finally going by herself as Alcina can easily lead her with not only her hand but also her voice.
“Mother Miranda introduced you as Angelica, but what is your surname? I prefer to stay at the professional level.”
“I prefer to change what.” She says with a smile. “But for now, Lady Rákóczi, at your service.”
“Happy to host you, Lady Rákóczi.” Alcina smiles and allows herself to fall for the girl's charisma.
~*~
Tests go quietly. Temperature is not the only power of hers. She has an inhuman hearing, much like Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters do, which is not a good revelation for the Countess. She definitely can hear her heart speed up at some of Angelica's actions, just as the lady always did. And Lady Rákóczi doesn't act like the one to miss the opportunity to use it.
They spend a day in her study working to make mother Miranda proud. Girls come by at lunch and introduce themselves to their guest.
“I cannot wait to have my sight back to see you all in person.” Angelica's smile makes girls giggle. “Especially your mother. Her voice already makes me… Ah, that is not for kids, I guess.” Alcina hates to admit how much she actually likes it, so she puts on a strict mask and purses her lips.
“Oh… my… god…” Daniela looks in surprise between them. “Uncle Karl would love that!” She turns into swarms of flies and disappears.
“Stop her!” Alcina orders the other two sisters. “Or I'll punish all of you!”
“Alright, alright!” Bela and Cassandra leave in a hurry.
“Mmm, so strong, so harsh. I like it.” Angelica smirks.
“Oh, stop it, you brat.”
The girl laughs. Alcina wouldn't admit it, but she has a pretty laugh. “Oh, no, my fair lady. You do not call one a brat, until you are ready to tame them.”
The Countess snaps and presses the girl down to the table. She takes her hair in a fist and turns her head up. Her voice is low and dangerous. “Believe me, pet, you do not want me to start taming.”
In spite of position, Lady Rákóczi only opens her legs to hug Lady Dimitrescu’s waist and whispers. “Prove it.”
~*~
The girls arrive a moment later to tell their mother they stopped Daniela and catch the ladies in a rather scandalous position. Consumed by wild kissing and scratching, they don't see Bela and Cassandra, who run away quietly, deciding: is the punishment going to be that terrible or should they risk it to have some fun?
Summary: This is the first morning of Lady Dimitrescu taking care of the new Lady, who started to uncover her true character. It seems the task is way harder even mother Miranda thought it would be.
Chapter 2: The morning after
Morning meets Lady Dimitrescu in a not particularly good spirit. She doesn’t need much sleep, but usually prefers the comfort of her own bed. Alas, her upbringing doesn’t allow her to lie in the same bed as her unexpected guest. So the night of discomfort and overall irritation over the whole “new lady” situation made her bitter and gloomy.
She frowns, takes a new notebook for the examination, and goes to Angelica. The girl wakes up smiling and stretching.
“Well, good morning, lady…” Alcina realises, what a girl probably still has no hearing. Does she really, or is she a priestess’ “bug”? The countess goes closer and intently looks her over. She snaps her fingers near the girl's ear, but has little to no reaction. Alcina hums and makes her presence known, touching the girl's hand, and when Angelica smiles, gives the girl a dress and helps her step to the floor. While her guest dresses, the lady makes herself busy by arranging the sort of doctor's room. Then leads Angelica to the sofa, sitting next to her on the chair.
“Day 1.
Overall, the patient looks healthy. Had a good sleep, looks fresh and ready for the day. Smiling. Voice manifests in quiet hums. No signs of hearing.”
The lady touches Angelica's cheek to get her attention and then tags at her face band. The young woman unravels it tugging some hair in a hurry. Despite Alcina’s expectations, she has no scars or wounds. But the girl's eyes look a bit clouded. Apparently they have a magnificent violet colour but now appear a bit pale. The countess waves her hand in front of her eyes, but no reaction. Her pupils did not even dilate covered from the light.
“Interesting…” The lady murmurs writing. Angelica touches her face trying to find any marks, doesn’t discover anything and sighs in relief.
Three short knocks on the door tell Alcina her chambermaid arrived.
“Come in.” She says, and the help appears in front of her, bowing. “Did Bela ask you to prepare the guest room?”
“Yes, M’lady. We arranged the blue room. I can lead your guest its way.” The chambermaid says.
“I’ll do it myself, Maria. I need you to call a seamstress. She shall take measurements and make a couple of festive attire. While I’m taking her to the room, bring her breakfast.”
“Of course, M’lady. How may I address your guest?”
“No need, she doesn’t have hearing yet. After that, “lady” will be fine.”
Maria bows. “Does your guest eat the same breakfast as you or your daughters, Lady Dimitrescu?”
The question stumps her. Her daughters ate raw meat. She sustained herself mostly on pure blood or wine. But what does Angelica need? Is she like her or her girls? Or is she a vegetarian like Donna? Or eat usual food like Karl? Or… Wait. What the hell does Salvatore eat?
Alcina decides to try normal food first, and then proceed to finding a suited one. “Just the usual human food, Maria. My guest is yet to be fully discovered enigma.”
Maria got a little pale. “M’lady, without a special order, we don’t have the usual food for the higher guests.”
Lady Dimitrescu rolls her eyes. “Just bring the servants’ breakfast already.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” She bows and leaves.
~*~
Half an hour later, Lady sits in a blue room and watches, pursing her lips, how her seamstress jumps around Angelica. Compared to the human, the girl looks a bit taller. She needs to compare her to her daughters. She is going to be around their height.
Maria walks in with a tray. She brings a plate of something for Angelica, the tableware, a little teapot, a cup, a bottle of wine and a goblet for Alcina. “M’lady, you missed breakfast, so I brought it to you as well.”
“I admire your dedication, thank you.” Lady murmurs deep in thoughts. And then she notices the plate filled with god-knows-what. “What is this hodgepodge?”
“Porridge, m’lady”
“You are telling me, this is your breakfast?!” Alcina looks in disgust, thinking it must be some cruel joke from the staff.
“Yes, M’lady.” Maria lowers her head in fear.
Alcina breaths out and calms down. “Right, and what's for lunch?”
“Some bean chowder and mashed potatoes.”
“Any vegetables? Meat?” Alcina raises her brow.
“Rarely, M’lady. Not this week.”
Alcina sighs and rubs her forehead. “I needed to take care of your diet earlier. Send one of the maids to the village. I need proper food for this young lady. And make a list for the servants' food to replenish our stocks. Make sure you have enough meat, poultry, greens, and vegetables. None of this blank food any more.”
The Chambermaid's eyes got brighter. “Yes, m’lady. Thank you, m’lady!”
“Yeah, yeah, please leave us now. I expect the list before dinner today.”
The chambermaid and the seamstress bow and leave in a hurry.
Alcina helps the girl sit and moves the table closer to her. Gives her a spoon and leads her other hand to the plate. With a pause, Angelica devilishly smiles and gives a spoon back to the lady of the castle. This little minx knows well the ropes Alcina is tied with and looks like she is going to use it fully.
“Oh you little…” The lady sighs with irritation. “Fine.”
Angelica’s angel-like features are now covered faintly with a devilish look. She opens her mouth in an almost sinful way, her face turned to Alcina, so the lady couldn’t miss any of her expression. Angelica takes a spoon, swallows the food, and then licks her full lips with a sly smile. Alcina sighs. This is going to be a long month.
Summary: Mother Miranda brings a new lady to the lords' family. She looks angelic and helpless. But does the look match the person? Lady Dimitrescu is the first to find out how demonic she really is.
Chapter 1: The new girl
The chapel lit by a very few candles and a moon light stands in silence. The only noises a passerby could hear (not that anyone in the village were stupid enough to walk at night) are little squeaks Angie makes here and there, the clacks of Lady Dimitrescu’s nails on the wood and Lord Heisenberg’s pen screeching.
“We are here for two hours now, it’s ridiculous” Karl snarls.
“Oh, what happened?” the countess smiles . “Your childishness asks you to play?”
“ARH, I’m so bored, I don’t even want to argue.”
“Pff, too weak of you. You are no fun today.”
“Oh sorry, your regal ass, I am not in the mood to pick on you. We are waiting two hours now for Mother Miranda, in a meeting out of schedule for god knows why. Fucking annoying.”
Lady Dimitrescu frowns at the vulgarities, but deep inside agrees. Making them wait is normal for Miranda, but usually to not that extent. The absence of the mother raised anxiety bigger with each passing minute.
One more hour has passed in the same quietness and rare comments from lords.
Miranda arrives carrying someone in her hands in a bride-like style. She flies to her altar and helps a young woman sit. Then turns to the lords. Her guest looks like an angel: cream like skin, long silver hair, pale plump lips. She wears a lush white dress and a bandage over her eyes. Smiles a little but sits still. “Sacrifice,” lords think. The girl looks way too much like a virgin victim.
“My children!” Miranda opens her arms and addresses them dramatically. “Our family becomes bigger. I made another quite successful experiment. Behold my youngest daughter. She is” she waves at the girl, “the most favourable vessel for my dear Eva. Still in the making, but I wanted to present her right now. Meet Angelica.” She looks at the lords in anticipation.
“Nice” Karl is the first to say a word. “Cool, very cool, can we go?”
“Mother, you won’t leave me behind, would you?” Moreau cries but no one seems to hear him.
“Oh wow, some hot stuff to play with!” Angie jumps around the newcomer, but receives no reaction from her and loses her interest.
Alcina’s face twitches in annoyance. The girl seems completely fine on the outside. No scars from Cadou, no disfigurations. It is definitely the best experiment Miranda had. Not her. She’s never felt like she’s good enough for her, though she tried her best. And now some pretty maiden just waltzed on the pedestal like it is nothing! She braced herself to not show mother her regret. Angelica still could become a failure too. “It’s a great honour to meet your new candidate for a vessel, mother. My congratulations on the experiment.”
At her words, Miranda seems to relax and puts a smile in her voice. “I asked you all to come here, not to simply show her. I must inform you, I will be gone for a while. So I have a few tasks for you in my absence. First, Donna, my child. I need you to start working on a new poison for our blades.
“Yes, mother.”
“Karl! Make more lycans. Thrice as much as you usually make in a month.”
“But…”
“No buts! Do as I declare.”
“Yes, mother” he covers his face with a hat and leans back grumbling.
“Salvatore, same for you. Make more of your creatures.”
“Yes, mother, everything for you, mother.” He whispers but Miranda stops him with a wave of her hand and a grimace.
“Now. The most important one. Alcina, you take Angelica to your castle and look after her. She has no sight and no hearing. But it’s temporary. I need you to personally look after her, as if your life depends on her wellness. And it does. Write down any changes she makes, I expect a full report, when I arrive in a month. Is it clear?”
“Yes, mother Miranda,” Lady Dimitrescu says through gritted teeth.
“Oh, and something else! Alcina, she is the best specimen I’ve ever had, her blood turns out to be unaffected, yet she is just as immortal as any of you. So I warn you. Do. Not. Taste. Her blood. At any instance! Any scratch at her, and your life is over.”
“Loooook, someone now is not the favourite child any more.” Karl laughs. “Oh, dear sister, your face of distraught is the best. Good luck in babysitting.”
“Oh stop it”. Miranda silences them just as the countess opens her mouth. “You are dismissed. Alcina, I believe you can manage a month of caring.” And she disappears.
Karl continues to laugh, “Alci, seriously, you still didn’t leave the idea of being the favourite daughter? Christ, this is so funny.” He wipes away the tears. “Oh, I’m going to visit you once a week just to see you struggle.”
“Don’t you dare.” The lady whispers as she comes closer to the girl. She sits still and waits for what to come. Her face is half covered with a band, but Alcina clearly sees her beauty. And mother Miranda was right; her blood does smell like the blood of an alive woman. And surprisingly, she smells almost as sweet as a virgin.
Alcina is so deep in her thoughts, what, only Karl’s voice right near her wakes her up.
“Hmm, she said not to drink her blood, what do you think she’d do if you fuck her?”
“Karl!” she scolds. The man laughs again. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just… It’s all just so funny. Stop ogling her and take to the castle.” He turns away and leaves the chapel.
~*~
The lady arrives at the castle far past midnight; all the maids are asleep, as she did not instruct them to wait for her. Her girls are the only ones in the hall filled with warmth and fair smoke.
“Mother! Is this our dinner? She smells delicious.” Daniela flies to the girl, which Alcina holds in her hands.
“I call to have a first bite after a mother, as I’m the oldest!” Bela screams.
“Girls, enough.” The lady commands. “This is our guest. The new lady of the village. And be thankful she doesn't have hearing yet, so it won’t reach mother Miranda. You should be on your best behaviour around her. Mother was so gracious to let me take care of her new daughter until she regains her full powers, which are yet unclear.”
Girls look at her in a dread realising how close to the punishment they were.
“She…” Cassandra starts shaking. “She looks so normal. And smells too.”
The lady goes to the sofa and lays down her guest, then proceeds to sit next to her and the fireplace. The girl is long asleep and doesn’t move.
“Yes, yes. It is Mother Miranda's breakthrough. She is as immortal as us, and has some yet unknown powers. But looks the best of us all.” Her voice sounds strangled. “I must take care of her, but I need your help. You will take some of my paper work, and I cannot join you down in cellars. All the attention… to this.”
Girls come closer and examine the guest. She sleeps peacefully as if nothing scared her or made feel uncomfortable. Her face relaxed and made girls transfixed over her beauty. “Angelica, if you are interested,” the lady huffs. “Now, off to bed. Good night.”
“Mother…” says Bela. “You didn’t ask to prepare a guest room. Where will she sleep?”
“Ah. Forgot about it. Please, darling, give an order in the morning. I’ll lay her in mine this time.”
Summary: When burlesque dancer Lucy is kidnapped for Lady Dimitrescu's birthday, she turns the tables — seducing the vampire. Whether she survives or not depends only on her dance.
~*~
Streets were empty and silent, no traffic, people hurrying, nor occasional music, laughter or conversations. Everything was still, it felt like nature itself caught up with the mood of the town. The sun was getting lower and lower until it hid behind the castle, bringing the shadow of it to cover frighten town.
The lady of the castle, feared and respected, Lady Dimitrescu was a winery business owner. No one saw her or her family for a long time but the town mostly lived off of her city-forming business. Almost everyone had a job there. Vineyards, manufacture, bottles, every step of the winemaking required lots of people, so near the castle and its land formed a town. It wasn't particularly big, but enough to not know every person you've met.
The only issues the Dimitrescu family was bringing here were taxes and a gift that was required on her birthday. Every year on this day a girl was stolen. Usually young, beautiful and virgin. None of them got back. Each time it happened so fast that not many people were able to know it before the daily news. Some what did, always said the same thing. Rumor has it that the family was vampires, many years have passed, but the family never changes. All of the rules and orders they got were on paper. Anyone who tried to resist was killed and displayed in the main block, where everyone had lunch. Also the lady had her minions, helping to have a young woman once a year and do some kidnapping of ones who did not obey. It was a man and three girls. The cloud of flies formed around a victim and took it to the black limo. And then there was nothing, none of them got back, but the girl's family had a bag of money in return.
Today was the day, so the town froze in fear, hiding their daughters, sisters and friends.
~*~
Lucy was hurrying to the club, going faster and faster until she started running. The music she listens to on the repeat helps her remember all of the moves. Her number was supposed to start in twenty minutes, so she needs not only to dress but also get in the mood. She was so busy that she didn't even see, she'd been followed. Black limo rides slowly, following her to the club and then stopping there.
“What are you doing here?!” Albert clubs his hands. “This is too dangerous! We have only men in the audience and divas on stage. No woman as stupid as you. None!”
“Are you implying I am not a diva?” She smiles. “ Also don’t be so worried. I am not getting stolen, especially not today.”
"Oh really?” Albert asked sarcastically.
“Well… Let me see. So the Lady always prefered young, beautiful and virgins. I’m almost thirty which is definitely too old. A bit chubby, and, well, not a virgin. Besides,” she smiles frisky, “ I heard that even though she is a gigantic vampire, she possesses the beauty of the goddess, so maybe it is not as bad for me.” the girl gives him a wink.
“Oh you stupid… I will pray for you, darling.” He said dolefully.
Stage was always luring her, Lucy loved to be under a spotlight. To hear the audience applaud, greet her with compliments, and bring flowers. She never misses a show, all the attention was her in the moment, she felt seen and desired.
Today she danced one of not her favourite but popular burlesque performances.
She got on stage and the music fixed her mood. She was dancing to Forever by The Little Dippers. Her fans with the long pieces of fabric hugged her body, showed then it’s needed, hiding her then the dance requires. She loses her dress piece by piece, flirting with the audience. Smiles and gives air kisses.
Lucy unfasten the corset revealing a bare front with only nipples pasties button after button… And then she saw them. She heard only some rumors before and some of them turned out to be true. It was a middle aged man with the glasses in his hands, blinking in the occasional light beam, and girls in the black and outdated goth dresses. They smiled maniacally, ogling Lucy and talking to each other. She knows it’s going to be her. Despite all of the arguments, her day has come. None of the audience saw them and neither did she show a bit of the fear. She finished her performance almost naked and with the applause left the stage.
Back room was filled with dread and silence.
“Lucy…” one of the divas started.
“No. Let me change and leave”
“But these people…”
“I know, I’ll go to them, it’s pointless to resist.”
Lucy changed her costume to a comfortable almost pajama-like outfit and went to the back exit.
They were already there.
“Oh and where is this beauty gonna go?”
“I saw you in the audience, so I was expecting this encounter” she said grudgingly.
“We have a request for you, darling. Let’s discuss it in the car” the man leads her to the limo.
It was a pretty salon, all cream and shiny. She goes to the end of the car, almost near the driver.
“There is no point to hide from us”, the man says, "come closer”. She does that and feel the clouds of flies circling her then flying to the seats and turning into the girls.
“Nice trick” Lucy said. No screams, almost no flinching.
“Ohh look, we have a tough cookie” they laugh.
“Karl, at your service” grinned the man and held his hand to Lucy. She landed a palm and looked at his mockery of the kiss.
“We have a preposition. As you may know Lady Dimitrescu celebrates her birthday today. And we are in desperate need of the new girl for tonight. Others for some reason couldn’t join us.” he smiled.
“Where are we going?” you interrupt him.
“To the castle of course”
“And what next? You want me to be her dinner? Dirty, sweaty, and smelly? Nice present indeed.”
“I wanted you to actually dance for her first.”
“In this?” Lucy waved to her clothes.
“Erm… Didn’t think about it.” Karl got silent.
While he was deep in his mind, girls attacked Lucy with the question they were holding during all of this conversation.
“Now, we have something to ask you. Pray tell, why do you smell like a virgin being older than they usually are?”
“Who is in your mind a virgin? Define it.”
“Well, young, pretty, never touched sexually by a man…”
“Ah, There it is!” she smiled. “I never was touched by a man, I find my interest in women only”
“You sound like a perfect gift,” the blond one smiled.
“Hooray”, she said sarcastically.
“Okay, so what's the address?” Karl came back.
~*~
Karl insists that he will go with Lucy and the girls will stay in the car. They went up to the apartment.
“You know. I never spend this much time with the prey. Ups, sorry, spoilers”
“Never was a victim so here we go. We both have new experience, wow”
“I like you for some reason.”
First thing she did at home was hop into a quick shower. Ten minutes later she was done and started to run around the room. Went to the closet, looked over dresses and chose the one that was her best performance. White set of the stockings, gloves, nipple covers, loose airy dress, stockings belt, corset and bright underwear. Favourite pair of pearly white shoes and fans with feathers. Quick hair and makeup check.
“Almost ready”
Lucy was running around the room collecting all she’ll need for a dance. While she’s looking at the jewellery, she sees her knife ring. It’s a bit heavy but hides a small blade in it. She can’t use it on her kidnappers, it would be pointless, but decided to have it just in case.
“By the way, do you have music there?”
“Only the old gramophone”
“That will do, I have a gramophone record with my favourite song”
Karl looked at her, having a much lighter mood than in the car, “How are you suddenly so happy?”
“I’m not.” Lucy glanced at him. “But this is my last dance. It has to be good.”
The ride was awkward. Everyone sits in silence, beside Lucy humming the song and thinking about her performance. This move first, then this, then steps, then...
Dimitrescu’s girls stared at her, frowning and guessing what she was doing and why smiles here and there.
“You know you are going to be killed, do you?” asked the blond. She was the most talkative.
“I do. But nonetheless, I have to do my job perfectly.”
“Okey, weirdo”
“Lucy, by the way.” she said in an already a bit flirtatious mood.
“What?”
“My name. What’s yours?”
Each of the girls introduced themself.
“Why though? Why so cheeky all of the sudden?” Bela asks.
“It’s just nice to know. And I need the right mood to dance. So here it is.”
“Nice and pointless” frowned Bela. She starts to fell for Lucy's charm and even was a bit sad of her soon ending. “Why is everything white by the way? Mother loves red more.”
“Blood will look better on it.”
“I think I am scared of you”
The car went silent.
~*~
Bela volunteered to accompany Lucy, lead her to the Lady’s room and help to get ready.
“Bela be a dear and help me fasten my bra”
Girl flies and decides to help Lucy a little. “Mother loves then they are obedient, she will not let you run away, but the death would be slow and more painful. For you, fast is better. Also don’t speak until spoken to. Eye contact is fine but a short one. She will be seated there, we will stay behind her chair and hope even for the drop of your blood. You do smell nice.”
“Oh thank you, darling!”
Lucy stood in the center of the room, a bit further from the chair, closer to the bed behind her. And breathed. She has to be great. What if she still had a chance to survive if she did spectacularly?
The door opened. The girls fly to stand behind the back of the chair. Karl joins them, walking loosely. Then the Lady entered, Lucy couldn't help herself but looked her up and down, admiring her beauty. She did look like a goddess, regal posture, body to die for and her face… She looked like a statue, golden eyes, piercing Lucy to the place, light smile, perfect red lips. Lucy knew she was reacting inappropriately but was transfixed on her.
“My, my, what a present. So cute, yet so brave.” She sat on her chair. “You may start.”
Bela flies to the gramophone and turns the music on. The song was slow and soft. Light jazz, which the Lady apparently loved. Lucy took her fans and started to wave slowly showing her dress. The feathers tickle her lightly which helped to smile more. She turned them and waved, hiding and showing her body, sending a light breeze to the audience spreading the light sense of her perfume, twisting and circling. Then she starts to lose her clothes, piece by piece. First the dress was gone with a perfect stant of removing it behind the feathers and after that showing her corset. Then the fans were gone and she continued to dance without them. She runs her hand up and down her corset, her face and legs. Circling and beckoning the Lady. Gives her an air kiss, and then glances at the girls and a man looking terrified, the lady is smiling. She even moved the body forward, to be closer to the dancer.
Lady snaps her fingers in front of the audience “Out”. Everyone left and the music came to an end.
Lucy started to remove her gloves one by one, throwing one to the birthday queen, which she happily caught. The time for the corset has come, she revealed her chest, then her abdomen and finally tossed it over. She looked perfect, naked body with only pasties on her, stockings and underwear. Some more twisting and fan dancing, and she continues with the undressing. One stocking, another one. And then she did the surprise move, clacking open a knife ring in front of everyone, drawing a drop of blood on her finger, licking it slyly looking into lady Dimitrescu’s eyes. She turned the ring inside the palm and started to draw more blood on her chest and belly.
“Brave, little mouse”. Dimitrescu said slowly. “Such a performance. I'd say you are the best gift I've been given. What is your name, pet?” She came closer and with one swift move pushed the girl to the bed. “Sit down”
Lucy does as was told. “Lucy, my lady. How can I address you?”
“It’s mistress for you. Oh, you smell divine.” Lady continues and leans over her making Lucy lay. She towers over her and goes lower, one swipe of the tongue and the first scratch was cured. Another one and no blood remain on the girl's body.
“You are not so young to be a virgin. So I guess we have more in common than I thought.”
The Lady took the blade ring and opened it again. Turns Lucy’s head to reveal her neck, descends closer and cuts the skin slightly, enough to draw blood but not to kill her right away. Her lips are hot on Lucy's skin, and the girl's legs are open by the woman's knee. So despite the pain, the arousal came to her like the wave of a fan. She breathed lightly in hope that the lady was distracted enough to sense it.
“Now, little mouse, I have to ask you another favour. Since I can sense your arousal it seems you would obey happily.”
Dimitrescu took some blood to sustain her powers but not as much so the girl would still feel good. Now she has another request for her. Swift move of the tongue and the wound is healed, only the bruise remains.
Lucy blushed at that but continued to look at the woman.
“I want you to indulge me with my needs and become my sex toy for tonight.”
“Ready as never was. May I suggest a massage first, mistress?”
“Let's see that you can offer.”
Mistress sits next to Lucy and turns her back to her. “Undress me, you are the master of that as I saw.”
She turns to look at her victim. “Now, I need you in some other areas. Skip the foreplay and go straight to my core.”
The girl eagerly starts to unbutton her dress, sliding it from her shoulders, running her hand on the Lady's skin, unclutching her bra. Few more moves and Lady laid before her in only underwear and stockings with the belt. “God” Lucy sights and stretches her hands, and starts from the neck and shoulders. Muscles there were so strong and tense. She kneat it again and again until her hands were crying for help. The tension was gone so she went lower. As much as her hands were on fire, the will to live helped her to ignore it. She goes hard on her back, and hears the lady moan a little. “Mmm your hands make magic, I hope it spreads to other activities too.”
Lucy eagerly goes there and feels the woman's hand in her hair, moving her closer. As she has been told, Lucy starts with a broad sweep of the tongue. Hearing relaxed sight she continues to lap on her folds, then moving Lady's lips apart with hand and goes straight to her clitoris. She was circling it, kitten licking, broad strokes, sucking, and having a good reaction to everything, she changed moves one to another to keep the mistress on the edge. “Oh you little minx”, the lady whispers. Lucy smiles and decides to add a hand. Small almost tickling moves on her mistress's vagina, some strokes here and there. Lady was shamelessly moaning and her hand was weakening, giving the girl some space to use her hand more. One smooth stroke, another and then fast insert of fingers giving Lucy a sinful moan from up there. She took a fast pace right away, no stops, no adjustments, the size difference helped with that. Not stopping with her tongue either, she fucks her with all the last strength she had. The little thread of fear now was fully gone. She feels how wet and aroused she is, clenching her legs, and focusing on her mistress. Who's now got lost in her feelings. She was the seconds before the orgasm, panting, moaning mess. Few move after and Lady comes with a long moan. Her walls are clenching around Lucy's fingers, clitoris pulsating under her tongue. “Such a good girl,” Dimitrescu says.
Lucy leaves her fingers inside and sits up. “But I'm not finished, my lady.” She started to move her hand again, almost painfully slow but with hard thrust. Just two moves later and the mistress moaned loudly once again. “Go … ah.. go faster, doll, use your hand fully” she pants. Lucy uses her full fist, but continues to go slowly for another few pushes. Then starts picking up speed one by one. Minutes later and sinful moans start to go louder and louder. Dimitrescu's back got arched and tense, and with another loud moan she tenses a bit more and then gets relaxed. Lucy, taking out her hand, sits between Lady's legs in obedient posture, waiting for her next order. Her arousal was so prominent for both of them, Lucy stops being ashamed of it.
“I want to ride your thigh until I can't take it anymore and then be bitten right before my orgasm.”
Lady Dimitrescu stretches a bit, sits higher and looks at Lucy with a prominent interest. “You are an interesting doll. No screams, no trying to escape, arousal instead of disgust, flirting instead of fear. I think I want to have you a little longer. Now, what does your body desire? And be honest with me, I hate liars.”
“Come to me, darling. Sit.” She ordered her. “There you go, I'll control your movements” she put her hands on Lucy's thighs then she sat, put her closer and made her move slowly. A few minutes later she tensed her leg and started moving Lucy's thighs faster and faster. “Oh, god… so good…” Lucy breathed heavily. She was leaning towards the lady, holding onto her shoulder. Dimitrescu changes an angle, getting Lucy to her orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes” she breathes, getting closer to her finish. Mistress moves her hand onto Lucy's throat and takes her closer, biting slightly to draw only capillary blood. Lucy comes from her high with a long moan. Shaken and breathless, she leans back and sits next to her mistress.
“Good girl. Take some minutes to collect yourself, and we'll go to the birthday supper.”
“If you want to kill me please do it right now, I want to die happy. And if so, may I ask a question?”
“I would not kill you, at least for now. But go ahead, ask your question.”
“It's probably inappropriate. I apologize in advance. What is your name?”
“Alcina, pet. But you can not use it until I allow”.
“Beautiful name, mistress. I know my place.”
“Good. We need to go, doll.”
~*~
They went to the dining room together, still a bit disheveled. Alcina sits and waves Karl to move, to give place for Lucy.
“Meet my pet, Lucy.” She looks at her girls “off limits, and I mean it.” Cassandra and Daniela looked dissatisfied, Bela breathed out like she was scared for the victim. “Yes, mother,” they nod.
Karl smiles “Of course she is off limits. The whole castle heard how good of a toy she is.”
“Enough! Let's get to dessert. Karl no, no jokes on that.”
Maids started to slice the cake, passing the plate to each of them.
“May I eat, mistress?” Lucy asked.
“Yes darling. We will discuss our arrangement later, so relax for now.”
~*~
Hours later Alcina and Lucy went to the Lady's parlour.
“So, darling, are you ready for this talk?”
“I think so, m’lady”.
“I want you to be my pet, as I said already. You will have some chores to do. First of all, dancing for me only, then sexual favours, and the last one anything I ask you to do. It might be helping with my business, meeting guests, helping with the stuff, and so on.”
“Yes, mistress. I’ll be a good pet.”
“You better be.”
~*~
Years later the town finally restores its mind from the horror of this date. No one knows what happened to Lucy, the last kidnapped girl, but rumour has it she was able to break the chain of murder without becoming the victim herself.
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It's been five months. You and Larissa now dated officially and even though it wasn't discussed much among your peers everyone knew you were together. And once in a while you stayed at her quoters.
You kneeled near the bathtub where Larissa was relaxing after a particularly long day. Your hand was playing with the water while you were listening to your girlfriend. Today was terrible, she scolded three students, took care of another Wednesday’s shit, took her from the police station, went to the mayor to settle down some issues and more and more and more. You got tired just listening to it, and had no idea how Larissa regularly survives days like this.
Eventually she got calmer, relaxed eyebrows and started smiling remembering some funny occasions which also happened throughout the day. She was lying in all her naked glory, bubbles barely hiding her breasts, steam covering her with beads of sweat. You will never stop being amazed at how effortlessly alluring Larissa was at everything.
“Darling,” you said lovingly stroking her shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure thing.” Her voice sounded much more peaceful now when she got to whine for a while.
“Don't answer if you don't want to. But what are your outcast abilities?”
“And what has Vlad told you?” She smiled.
“I didn't ask him. I mean… it's your abilities, why would I talk to him?” you said puzzled.
“Oh, usually I am too intimidating to be asked that.”
“I am between your thighs every other day. I'm intimidated by you only when you do it on purpose.” Your laugh filled the room.
“Alright, alright, let me finish bathing and I'll show you. Get out.” Larissa pulled you closer, kissed and then suddenly splashed you covering with foam.
~*~
You were sitting on her bed, waiting for the woman of your dreams walking out of the bathroom. The soft bed linen tickled your thighs a little, so you smiled at that and at some peaceful thoughts about your evening in Larissa's company. You loved immensely spending time with her just relaxing and not doing much. Listening to her voice, looking at her, creating the space for Larissa to be herself, be calm and at peace. Your heart sometimes couldn't bear all the feelings you had for your marvelous girlfriend. Fiddling with your braid, you got fully inside yourself and didn't pay attention to the surroundings.
Then the door creaked and took you out of your thoughts. “Darling?” A deep male voice called out. A tall man with blond, almost silver, hair showed up in only a bathrobe, dangerously close to being open. There was some resemblance with Larissa, you would call them siblings if not for her apparent abilities. It was so unexpected that your whole body shivered and flew to the other side of the bed.
“Larissa??!” You shrieked. “Could you at least warn me?! God!” Your heart was beating at an extremely fast pace. “Not accustomed to half naked men in the bedroom, you know.”
The laugh changed from male to female right in the middle of it.
“Sorry, darling. Couldn't help myself.” She smiled and smoothed the robe down without trying to close it. “So no new opportunities?” Larissa raised her brow and started to laugh even harder at your horrified face. “Got it.”
While you were calming down, getting back to bed and checking your alarm clock, Larissa sat next to the mirror to brush her hair but looking at herself got a bit sad. She frowned, looked over her lines, stroked her lips which didn't make her feel better either. A little glance at your now almost relaxed face, made her feel uneasy.
“I have a present for you.” She said, “for tonight you can choose whomever you want to sleep with. I'll give you a fantasy.”
“Anyone?” You asked suspiciously. You already have a feeling where it will go.
“Yes.”
“Like… Any person and any gender of the world?” Your eyes still looked at her with a doubt.
“Yes, yes, I told you.” Her voice started to sound irritated. “Choose already.
You made a pause thinking. “Great! So, I have her photo,” you started to rumble, picking up a phone and coming to Larissa. “She is the most mesmerizing woman I have ever met.” You came closer smiling. “She is gorgeous, breathtaking even and waaaaay out of my league, if you know what I mean.”
Larissa's eyes become dull. “Just show me, already.”
“Wait, I have to choose the best photo. Ah, here it is.” You gave your phone to Larissa. She looked reluctantly but then smiled at you, still a bit irritated. “Oh, you idiot. Why am I out of your league all of the sudden?” It was a picture of you and her at the Rave'N. This evening forever took a special place in your heart.
“Well I am still surprised you even looked my way.” You confessed. “And I truly don't know why I would choose to spend the night with someone else.” You hugged her from behind and kissed on the cheek. “I love you, Larissa. And you only.”
She sighed and turned to you. “You are the first one to miss out on that opportunity. Everyone had a dream date, usually a celebrity. My first boyfriend I dated at school chose Morticia. Which brings me to another question.” She glanced down, and then stood up, fixed her robe and took several steps away from you. “There is something that is bothering me. Tomorrow is a family day. And the Addams would be here.”
You nodded. “And?”
“And you remember me telling you about my… relationship with Morticia Frump. Nowadays, Morticia Addams?”
“Oh…” it started to get clearer, but you still couldn't understand what exactly was the problem.
“So, tomorrow you are going to meet the most beautiful woman you actually saw. And I am terrified of your reaction. One more close person who will gush about bloody Morticia.” She now looked away, fiddling jittery with a belt.
“What? No! Why would I?”
“Yeah-yeah, everyone says that they will not fall for her and everyone inevitably does.” Larissa sounded bitter.
“I think you are exaggerating her beauty and charm. I promise to be polite and friendly but nothing more. Jesus.”
“Okay, I'll show you then.” With that she turned into a beautiful black haired woman. Her pale skin and dark demeanour did make an effect, but… But for you it was nothing compared to your girlfriend.
“So? What do you think?”
“You want me to be honest?” you asked.
“Yes.”
“She is a beautiful woman, Larissa. She really is.” Larissa's eyes lost their sparkle. She turned to herself now. Her face became stoic and unreadable. But eyes gave out all of the storm of emotions that happened inside.
“She is like a nine out of ten,” you continued. “But darling, on this scale you are at least one hundred." You smile, seeing her eyes getting brighter and her cheeks getting pinkier.
“You almost got me, you minx. Second time in a row.” She pulled you by the waist and went for a deep sensual kiss. You parted reluctantly and looked at each other. “You will never ceased to amaze me, Y/n.”
“Let me show you something else amazing.” You smiled devilishly tagging her towards the bed to which she excitedly obliged.
~*~
It was parents' day. All of the adjacent area will be covered with parents and children walking around the school, talking to teachers, and catching up. Last time you missed it due to illness, so now you were extremely nervous. And so was Larissa. Still.
She was standing next to her drawer choosing a dress to wear. Her fidgeting and sudden inability to make a choice gave out her nerves. You on the other hand can't help but marvel at her beautiful figure in sheer lingerie. Your eyes slid from the nap of her neck to her strong calves.
“If I turn around and will NOT have your eyes on me, I would be very disappointed.” Your girlfriend smirked and then looked at you, seeing a hungry sight. “Oh, I do know you well enough already, darling.
“Wear the grey plaid one. I love how it’s hugging your figure." You said.
Larissa smiled and turned back to clothes. Took out the dress and came to you. “Help me, would you?”
You nodded and looked at her bending to put it on. You slowly pulled it over her shoulders and zipped it. Larissa turned to you and in her eyes behind her bravery there was frustration and sadness. It's hurt to see her like that, you even got angry a bit at all of the previous partners who made her feel less and especially Morticia for giving Larissa so much insecurities.
“Politeness and friendliness, Rissa. I promise. That's it.”. You kissed her trying not to smudge lipstick. A little whispered “Love you” stayed with Larissa as you left her alone.
~*~
And then it happened. You finally met Morticia, and she was, well… okay. As you thought yesterday she was a beautiful woman with an interesting demeanour. Her aura of confidence enveloped and even suffocated a little. So staying professional and polite was as easy as it gets. Until she touched you.
You were talking about kids. Pugsley did very well in your class, Wednesday thought she knew everything already (and was wrong about it), and overall your experience with them was positive, so you were mostly praising them.
“Oh, Ms Y/l/n. I’m glad they are doing great. Though the lack of autopsies dispirits, my understanding it’s in Larissa's power to change that.” She smiled. “Speaking of which. A little bird told me you are her choice of a partner. My congratulations, Miss. Larissa is a treasure.” She made a pause. “In disguise perhaps.”
“Well, umm.. thank you, I guess. She really is the best thing that ever happened to me.” Your loving smile grazed your face, and you remembered what you hadn't seen her for a while.
And then you noticed your girlfriend, standing in the distance, looking at you intently, frowning.
Morticia though was all but occupied by thoughts of her children. She reached out and touched your hand to bring back your attention, her eyes went shut, neck bent.
The moment her nemesis touched you your girlfriend almost sprinted towards Morticia. She came with a smile so fake it could be funny if you didn't know the background. “Larissa, come to us!” You waved to your coming girlfriend. “Morticia just saw a vision about me. Come hear.”
“Good day, Larissa” Morticia opened her eyes and half smiled at her.
“Morticia, nice to see you.”
“So what was it?” You jumped excitedly. “Since you are a dove too, it must be something good right?”
She looked over both of you, stopped at Larissa's face specifically, then smiled to herself. “I prefer to let it be unsaid, it is pretty distant.” She gave you a regretful look. “Larissa, you will look beautiful in white dress, I always knew it. Glad I will be invited.” She turned to the crowd, and her eyes fastly found her family. “Oh it's my beloved darlings, I must leave you for now.”
Then it was only you two. Larissa stood, looking confused. “What was that about?”
You smile, eyes filled with love, admiration and happiness. “Don't have a slightest idea, darling.”
It was the night before the Rave'N. All of the faculty gathered in the principal's office to check on the last details. Everything was ready and set, so naturally in an hour or so the meeting turned into a wine party.
As much as Larissa loved wine, actually Vlad was the main force behind parties like that. The bottles appeared out of nowhere and he made sure everyone had a glass and refilled it the very second you made a last sip. Everyone parted in small groups but drifted now and then between them.
You were standing with Marilyn and Larissa, discussing the theme and the decorations you prepared.
“I must say,” Larissa started. “I am impressed with your work. Especially with the presswall made with students.”
“Thank you, principal.” Your friend said. “By the way, Y/n what are you going to wear? You are one of the chaperones, right?”
“I am, yes, but truth be said, I have no idea what to wear. Everything seems ugly to me, and I suddenly felt very conscious of my appearance. Sorry, didn’t mean to rant.” You said shyly.
“Oh no darling…”
In that very moment Marilyn and Larissa, both reached to you wanting to soothe your insecurities away and touched you at the same time, and as usual with your favourite principal, you were sent into the spiral of a vision.
The dance floor. Music rages though the school and beats in your heart. You saw Marilyn and Larissa standing near the snacks table. Then you looked at Larissa, time had stopped. You were walking to her as if you were in the water. Slowly but steadily.
She was mesmerizing. Deep green floor length dress with no sleeves and boat neckline. She looked like she was straight out of Vogue. Beautiful, imposing, shining. She had more dramatic eye make-up and her signature red lipstick. As soon as Larissa saw you, her lips were lit with a smile. You checked your black dress and came closer. Marilyn disappeared the moment you stepped next to them.
You talked with the principal about something but you couldn't figure out what. She hugged you over your corset and turned to check on students, but the only thing you could look at was her. Some kids watched you, giggling, a school photography boy asked for pictures for the newspaper. You gladly smiled at him. Larissa turned back to you, said something, you nodded and went to grab drinks. You went over the edge of the dance floor to the table and saw your friends in the distance. Vlad was laughing while Marilyn was counting money. You'll kill them both later. Now the only focus for you is getting you and your lady punch. Now…
…you shivered and tried to calm yourself down. “Phew, a normal one for a change.” You laughed nervously.
“A normal one?” The deep voice on your left asked.
Marilyn snorted. “You did it yourself, loser.” She said and left.
You closed your eyes and sent prayers to all Gods you could remember.
“So,” Larissa smiled victoriously. “You have nowhere to run. What did you see in the “not normal ones”?”
“So you don't care about the new one?”
“Not in the slightest.”
And then you remembered that you still have your wish from the wine night. And smiled pleasantly.
“Larissa, do you remember our wine night? I still have that wish.”
“You lied, it doesn't count!” she said in defeat.
“But can you prove it?” Your smile grew bigger.
“Agh… so what is it? Not to ask about visions?”
“Not to ask about them until I actively make you to.”
“Fine.” She pouted. “What was in this one at least?”
“Tomorrow. I saw you and Marilyn on the dance floor. You would look mesmerizing, as always.” You winked at her and left to join one of the teachers' groups.
The party started to slow down. You stood in the corner by yourself, watching everyone chat about nothing. Your sight fell on Larissa. She was talking to Vlad, and your eyes drifted between her delicate hands patting a glass, the corner of her lips, curving a bit upwards at something Vlad was saying, her hips swaying when she shifted. How is it possible to be that gorgeous at every little thing?
Suddenly you were hit with the realization. She was wearing the same outfit as in your very first vision. You were in your favourite dress which skirt you saw there too. And the same lingering aroma of wine is in the air of the room. The same room, her office. No doubt, it is that night exactly. The wave of bravery washed over you. You took your phone out and went to the chat with Vlad and Marilyn. Thinking for a second you looked back to Larissa who was watching you at that very moment. You winked at her and started to type.
Y/n: Need help! Achtung!
Mer: what?
Y/n: need you to take every bloody ass out of this room, asap.
Vlad: on it.
Looking back at the principal you saw her watching Vlad reading a text from you. You nervously looked over the room.
“My God, guys, have you seen what time it is? I am out.” Marilyn said, yawning.
“Okay everyone, Marilyn is right. It's getting too late. Top-top.” Said Vlad. And they started to gather everyone around and casually guide teachers out of the office.
The whole time Larissa looked at you with a barely hidden smile and interest, tilting her head on the side. While everyone was going out, she went to sit at her usual place behind the desk. You saw her only out of the corner of the eyes, pretending to be getting out with everyone. You walked to the door at the end of the queue. Marilyn turned to you in the corridor but seeing you closing doors in front of her only smiled and mouthed “good luck”.
You closed the doors and locked it. Then slowly turned to Larissa. The principal looked intrigued.
“Tired?” You looked intently at her.
“Not at all. Why?” She smiled at you.
“Just wondering.” You gathered your thoughts and decided to go till the end. “So… The “not normal” visions. Still interested in them?”
“Of course, darling.” She smirked.
“Pick one, Larissa.”
“The wine night. When you lied looking straight to my face with these beautiful eyes of yours.”
“Well…” the whole time you were standing near the doors, but with that phrase started to slowly get closer to her desk. “I almost didn't lie. Everything happened exactly the way I described. With only one change. I didn't suggest a shoulder rub. I suggested cunnilingus, standing in front of you on my knees. Didn't see the act though. Which is upsetting, right?”
“Agreed.” Larissa's smile grew bigger. “What about the one in the meeting room?”
“You fucked me in that room at night.”
“When we discussed your lesson plan?”
“I fucked you with a strap-on. You were pleading to go harder.” Your eyes shone with want.
“Sounds like me.” She leaned back on her chair, as you came closer to the desk, continuing listing all of the visions you had. One after another.
“So it was sex all the time?”
“Every time, on every surface. Every pose. Every time of the day.”
“Did you suffer?” She looked at you intently.
“Sweet torture.” You smiled. “You didn't hear about the very first one though. Do you want to? You will love it, I promise.”
She closed her eyes for a second. You can see her trembling and shifting a little. “Of course.”
“So, in that vision, you sat where you are right now. Wearing these exact clothes.” You came closer to stand on her right, so she turned her chair to you.
“There was the same sweet scent of wine in the air. I was wearing this dress.” You made one step closer and got down on your knees.
“I was kneeling in front of you, stroking your thighs.” You do exactly that. Her dilated pupils took almost all of the iris space, you can see her want in it, the pent up for months desire.
“I stop my hands on the hem of your skirt and look at you in the eyes for consent.” You do that and wait. Her breath is laboured, and she managed to nod at you. You lifted her skirt up, tagged underwear down, while describing what it was like in your vision.
You spread her legs and look at her glistening core. So alluring. One last sight at the lost principal, and you started to kiss her inner thigh getting closer to your goal. The moment you connected your tongue with her lips you felt the electric like strike rushing through your body. You made your tongue flat and licked from her entrance to the clitoris. You did it twice more and, moving to the clitoris, heard the hitching breath. Here you took your time to enjoy the act yourself. You circle it, stroke it, suck it and repeat. At some point you were so lost in your own pleasure for doing it that from the trance you were pulled only by her voice.
“Y/n… Fuck, so good.” You went back to her entrance, spend some time fucking her with your tongue, stroking it and then return to the clitoris. Her legs were shaking, breath fast and laboured, moans uncontrollable. She grabbed your hair and shoved you dipper into herself, riding her cunt on your face.
“Oh, sh...it” her voice hitched. Her body tensed, you could feel how her clitoris started to pulsate. With a long low moan she came riding her orgasm out on your face. Then released you and tried to catch her breath.
You were still on your knees. Hints from the visions are ended. What was coming next is yet unclear. Hopefully it is you.
“Up.” Larissa suddenly said in a strict but still breathless voice. “Elbows on the desk”. You did as told, and shivered in anticipation.
“So, I remember your request for the punishment. Well, I have a reason to do it now.” Larissa stood behind you, fixing her skirt. Her hand drops at your tailbone. She lifted your skirt, pulled down your underwear just like you did and stroked your ass. “So delicate.” Then suddenly she slapped you, making you gasp.
“You are going to count each slap aloud. That was the first.” Then she slapped you once more.
“Two.” You squeak.
“If I understood correctly,” she stroked the place where she just slapped you. “You flirted with me from the day one. Is that right?”
Another slap.
“Three. Yes.”
“And you also saw what I reciprocated and flirted back?” Slap.
“Four. Yes.”
“And… each time from the very first day until today, you saw us having sex in your visions?” Slap.
“Five. Yes.”
“How often are your visions wrong?” Slap.
“Six. Never.” Your eyes started to water.
“So with all that being said you still decided to deprive us. Me. From amazing sex? How dare you?” Three more slaps followed, each counted by you. Then was the last one, that landed right on your pussy.
“Look at you. Dripping for me, like a good slut you are.” Larissa stroked your pussy, dipping her fingers and getting back to the clitoris. At each of her movements your legs gave away but you managed to stand as she required.
“Plead.” She whispers. “Earn it.”
“Please, Larissa.” You almost cried. “I can't… I can't take it. I need you. Please!’
“Good girl.” She said and painfully slowly thrusted two of her slender fingers inside you. Her left hand came to rest on your back pinning you to the table, she started to get faster and harder. Her fingers went in and out with sinful wet sounds. Your moans started to get louder but you quickly remembered that you were in the school and went almost silent.
“Oh, what a smart girl you are.” Larissa noticed it. She moved her left hand to your hair and pulled it making you lift your head. Your breath is erratic, body tense, eyes shut.
Then suddenly she stopped. You whimpered but she quickly grabbed you and made you face her leaning on the desk. “Eyes on me, don't close them until the orgasm.” She put her fingers back and continued the crazy pace she set before. You nodded but barely realised what she said, second later you closed your eyes in pleasure and got slapped in the face right away. “Eyes on me, I said.” she smiled. Her hand goes to choke you lightly. The orgasm was building in you harder and harder with each passing moment. Two more minutes and you were barely holding it.
“Larissa, I… I…” you looked at her, she clenched her hand on your throat and it sent you to the hardest orgasm in your life. Your body convulsing, thighs trapping her hand between them, face distorted in silent pleasure. One more jolt of delight and that's it. You were trying to catch your breath and finally were able to focus on reality. Larissa slowly retracted her fingers and moved closer between your thighs.
You both looked with a hint of surprise on each other. You gulped. The expectation to hear that she is interested in you only for sex covers you. Your visions were only about sex, you didn't even kiss yet. What if a “friend with benefits” is your maximum with her?
“Darling?” her face tensed. “Is everything alright?” She on the other hand started to expect an “oh it was a mistake” monologue from you.
“I..emm… Is sex the only thing you could possibly be interested in getting from me?” You asked sadly.
“What? No! Of course not!” She got alarmed.
“Kiss me then” you looked at her shily.
She smiled and leaned in. You spent some time just kissing and caressing each other. Her left hand pulled you closer by the waist. And you couldn't help yourself but to stroke her face and neck tenderly. Your tongues were moving with each other lightly, sending pleasure, calmness and security.
“Please stay,” Larissa whispered leaning to your forehead.
“Larissa, I am barely standing. I am not ready for the another round.” You smiled at her cheekingly.
“No, not for that. We have plenty of time in the future. My quarters behind that door,” she waved at her right. “Please stay for the night. I need your body close.”
