Can you write a top reader w/ bottom G!P Donna. Where Donna actually has a high sex drive, so the reader would drink some sort of aphrodisiac and accidentally put in a high dosage, which makes Donna unable to keep up; despite the high sex drive and comes up with a solution(I'll leave that up to you)
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Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader
Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff,
Summary: You maybe need some help...
N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!
You closed your eyes to deepen the pleasure you were feeling. A wet, warm and, as always, overwhelming pleasure.
Her thrusts were soft, but determined, not wasting time but enjoying that improvised passion surrounded by wooden limbs, by the dim and almost sinister lighting of the old workshop.
“Donna…” you moaned, clinging to her as your body rose and fell slowly, guided by her hands, by the slow and hot rhythm of her moans.
Your body enjoyed it. It shuddered every time your walls clung to the lady in black, every time you gave her that obscene and hot hug. The only thing you could say was her name. The only thing you could think about was her. Donna was everything to you, and you were to her too.
Her hands caressed your back, guiding your hips to dance to the music of her passion. You were in heaven, but, somehow, you couldn't reach it. It was a curious irony; pleasure dominated you, your movements were smooth and sure, as if there was nothing different about that old chair.
In part, you weren't wrong. It wasn't the first time that one of your visits to the doll maker ended that way, melting your bodies into one, making love in a wild but tender way. You couldn't get tired of that expression of the brunette about her feelings, that lustful and hot way she had to say with her body, and with her soul, everything you meant to her.
“Amore mio…” she sighed, handling your body effortlessly, sliding into your wet walls without having to ask permission to do so.
Your body always welcomed her, always offered her that warm and comfortable refuge.
“Honey…” you murmured, noticing how her erection moved erratically, how the rhythm of her hips fought against yours, how little by little she lost control and the soft caresses on your back became strong grips on the fabric of your dress.
Lady Beneviento always had that problem, the fear that you would abandon her when she needed you the most, when the heat of your body became irresistibly tempting, even addictive, when hers asked to be released among messy moans.
You would never do it. You would never separate from her. It didn't matter under what circumstances. It didn't matter if you were making love, cooking, simply reading or sleeping. Donna was everything to you, you would never abandon her. You would always please her. Your body would always receive hers as a divine gift.
Your body stopped moving, letting Donna finish what she started, letting her to move at will, to do with you what she wanted. It wasn't a whim, or a desire for the lady in black to dominate your improvised passions.
No, not at all. You were always the one on top, the one who guided her movements, the one who enjoyed listening to her moans, the one who played with her body inside yours the way you wanted.
But that afternoon in the workshop, that sexual dance of clothed, sweaty, passionate bodies, was a bit different from the rest, and you knew why.
“(Y/N)… I’m… Sto per…” Donna stammered, squeezing your hips, holding you in her favorite position when, with a final moan, she released herself inside of you, caressing your body with the heat of her seed, filling you with it, claiming you, tensing with the pleasure of that unmatched sensation.
Panting replaced moans. She pulled away so she could smile at you, so she could tell you with her kisses she loved you while the moisture struggled to stay between your legs.
“Donna…” you sighed, hugging her in a much more comfortable position, leaning on her shoulder.
Your face sketched a tender smile and your eyes closed again. The sweet sound of her shy laugh reached your ears as she held you against her, gently rocking you, coming out of you with an obscene sound.
She sighed, relaxing even more, kissing everything she could reach: your face, your hair, your mouth…
Her bright eye looked at you lovingly, tenderly, far from that aura of lust she had minutes before. But there was something different, something in her gaze, in her slightly furrowed brow that told you there was something wrong.
“What's wrong, darling?” you asked when you saw that spark of concern in her eye, when, after a last kiss on her lips, you got off her lap, uncomfortable with the humidity, wanting to get rid of it under the hot water of a shower. “Didn't you enjoy it?”
“Mm?” she murmured with a distracted look, as if she was focused on your face, on your movements. “Oh, of course, of course I enjoyed it, tesoro... You always make me enjoy it so much...”
Her voice calmed you, as did the hand that reached out to caress yours gently, pulling your body so you would come closer.
“What's the problem?” you asked, with a softer tone, enjoying the softness of her skin.
Donna looked away embarrassed, shaking her head, moving her lips as she always did when she tried to say something and she couldn't.
“Um, I… I haven't noticed that you…” she stammered, avoiding your gaze, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. “You haven't… You haven't… You haven't had an orgasm.”
You smiled falsely, moving closer to caress her cheek, to erase from her gaze any hint of doubt or insecurity.
“Of course I have, my love,” you said with a broken voice, nodding, with your radiant smile ceasing to shine little by little.
“Why are you lying to me?” Donna asked, with a darker look, with seriousness in her features. You should stop trying to deceive her. You couldn't do it, not anymore. “Don't take me for a fool, I know when you have it, and you haven't had it, your body hasn't tensed up.”
“Oh…” you sighed, closing your eyes, blushing due to your lie, searching in your mind for the best possible explanation to that reality you could no longer deny. “I'm sorry, Donna, I didn't mean to lie to you.”
Your apologies were heard with an attentive, almost angry look. You knew it wasn't your fault, you knew that anger, that frustration for not having been able to please you, was directed at herself.
“It was my fault, right?” the brunette said, changing anger for sadness, with her cheeks red from shame, for what she believed, had been a failure.
“Oh, no, no, honey,” you said quickly, removing the shadow of her demons that was already beginning to hover over her head and bending down to be at her height, playing with both of her hands.
“Haven't I lasted long enough?” she asked again, with a calmer voice, surely distracted by your caresses.
“It's not that, honey...” you murmured with a confident voice, willing to find the best way to explain the problem sincerely. “It's just that... Well, I already had two orgasms this morning...”
She watched you, probably looking for the lie again.
“Usually that's not an impediment for you to have more,” the lady commented distrustfully, sighing, keeping her shame back in her underwear. “If I've done something wrong, just...”
“Donna,” you said with a more severe voice, putting your hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at your face. “You haven't done anything wrong. You've been great, as always, understood?”
She nodded, scared by the abruptness of your behavior. At least you had made it clear...
“O-okay,” she stammered, nodding slowly. You sighed in relief, kissing her quickly and slowly getting up. “But... Hey, come, come here,” she said, pulling you again, sitting you on her lap.
You couldn't help but smile tenderly, as always when you received those affectionate gestures, those soft kisses on your neck.
“Mm... Donna,” you laughed, feeling the tickling of her lips on your skin, giving you shivers.
“I'm not going to let you go, tesoro...” she murmured, caressing your legs under your dress, getting closer to your soaked underwear. “Shh, let me take care of this...”
You opened your eyes wide, automatically shaking your head. No, you'd had enough.
“Umm, no, no, it's not necessary,” you said, getting off of her again, leaving her with the same surprised and confused expression. “I'm fine...”
“But I want to please you,” she protested, trying to pull you back. “I can do it without my penis, really, trust me...”
You laughed nervously. Well, she didn't have to lie. She was like you a while back. Even though that offer was tempting, truly interesting, your body although always willing, that day was exhausted, tired.
“Donna, no...” you said nervously, gesturing with your hand. “I prefer, I prefer to relax.”
The lady looked at you curiously, tilting her head in a funny way, but finally, she nodded, with a frustrated gesture on her face.
“As you wish, (Y/N),” Donna finally whispered.
You nodded with a smile, approaching to rub her back affectionately, stealing a kiss on her cheek.
“I'm going to take a shower and then, if you want, I'll prepare (Y/N)'s famous meatballs for you,” you commented, whispering in her ear and earning another shy laugh, another dazzling smile. “No, no, no, no, don't even try to deny it... I know you love them...”
“Mm, maybe it's because I told you the recipe,” she murmured, with a mischievous smile.
“Oh, maybe it's, but you haven't named them, honey,” you joked, moving away from her with a sigh.
“W-Wait,” Donna interrupted, just when you were already walking towards the exit. “I, I need a shower too, can I join you?”
“Oh, um...” you said, with a confused look. You knew how that shower was going to end, how your body would be taken by her desire again. Shyly, you shook your head. “Mm, no, I... I need some... Peace,” you said in a low voice, transmitting sincerity with your gaze, not cowardice.
“Oh, well, va bene,” she said, apparently without giving it any importance, getting up from the table and grabbing you by the waist, kissing you slowly before separating your paths in that dark basement.
The hot water ran down your body slowly, relaxing the unfinished tension in your muscles. Although you didn't give importance to the fact that you couldn't release yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Normally your body was always versatile, adapting to all the situations that appeared in front of it, to all those outbursts of passion. Lately, it seemed to be having a hard time, and you had no doubt why.
You, a simple villager, born into a humble, hard-working family, loyal to the Black Gods and Mother Miranda, had changed your life completely. You wouldn’t longer be the boring and unhappy wife of an idiot, and your life would not be boring and flat, meaningless, irrelevant.
You never saw those options as valid for someone like you and, as if fate agreed with you, it offered you a way out of the tedious routine.
Donna Beneviento, Lord, servant of the Black Gods, seemed like that sign you were waiting for all your life, the sign that told you that your life would never be the same again.
Sick, disturbed, dangerous woman… Adjectives that always accompanied the dark lady in black, that shadow walking like a ghost, who rarely let herself be seen. Curiosity had always been one of your greatest virtues, or one of your greatest defects, you couldn't say exactly what.
That curiosity coming from the boredom to which your life was condemned, made you want to know something about that strange woman, the darkest, youngest, and most dangerous of the Lords.
Everything you believed in blurred like a sigh, with a hoarse and soft voice, with a melodic accent coming out of that black veil.
You, believing that true love was a divinity far removed from the Black Gods, that those true feelings were not programmed for you, you saw yourself completely lost in those soft hands, in that tone of voice, in that shyness, that sweetness that you, only you, were able to see in Lady Beneviento.
Nothing, nothing could make those feelings fade away, not even the deformity of her face, not even that stupid scar that Donna hid under the black veil was able to hide her beauty.
She was a sick woman, yes, self-conscious, ashamed of her appearance, of her body. Luckily, you came into her life like the light that was missing in hers, like the voice that repeated over and over again how perfect she was for you.
Everything was going well, it was perfect. You loved her, she loved you. You lived with her in that beautiful, dark mansion. Everything seemed idyllic, until your flaws came to light again.
You weren't interested in love until you met Donna, but you had shared moments of meaningless passion with some of the girls in the village. Sex was something natural, necessary, and for you, it was nothing but an entertainment.
That thought was distorted by the desire to love Donna, by the desire to complete the piece of the puzzle your relationship was. She didn't care about making love, for her it was something shameful, something she didn't think she was capable of doing.
Her eternal loneliness, her unusual body… It loomed over the lady in black, forcing her to reject all your advances.
But that, obviously, didn't last forever. When finally, one random night, after a random romantic dinner, you managed to get rid of her fears, put aside her insecurities and make love to her for the first time.
It was an amazing experience, even for you, a more experienced girl. Donna was gentle, soft, kind, romantic. Yes, of course, that was what it meant to make love to someone you loved.
But it all soon came back to haunt you. Your insistence, the arguments you had with Donna before she let herself get carried away by passion, had the opposite effect to what they had intended.
The carnal pleasure of entering your body was something new for her, something she hadn’t been lucky enough to enjoy. Tasting you, touching the pleasure with her own hands, experiencing it in her own body instead of imagining it, was a turning point for the doll maker.
It was like an addictive drug, once you try it, you can't stop. Something similar happened to Donna.
Morning, noon, afternoon, night, dawn... Any time of day was good for her, any time was ideal to let herself be carried away by desire, to love you. It was an almost excessive, obsessive passion, but one that you welcomed.
Her sexual desire seemed to have no limits. She had stopped being the prudish, chaste and shameful Donna, to become a love machine, a bundle of nerves wanting to make love to you whenever her body asked for it.
You got what you wanted, but also, more than you asked for. That radical change in the brunette could be a simple phase, an unleashing, a release of that passion contained by all those years of loneliness.
It was not a phase, she continued wanting more, and more…
It was not something bad for you. You enjoyed each one of those moments, but your body… Your body had been crying out for rest for a long time. All your muscles were tense. Sleep dominated your daily routine. You began to feel overwhelmed.
Talking to her might seem like the best option, but it wasn't possible. You knew her. You knew her mental problems, her insecurities. You couldn't just say "no", that would make poor Donna think you didn't love her anymore.
On the other hand, you wanted your body to relax, to stop being that weak. Donna wasn't a selfish woman. She liked to hear you moan in pleasure, to see how your body writhed on hers. Her release didn't make sense to her if she couldn't get yours.
You liked her the way she was. You loved that passion, but... You would have to start looking for a solution.
It was a quiet meal. Neither of you made any comment about what had happened. Donna was not exactly the most talkative woman in the world, which made you take advantage of that quiet lunch to mull over the worries in your mind.
Really, what your body needed was a break, and you knew that. But the dark part of your mind, the lust that was indulged day after day, didn’t want to lose the pleasure of those moments.
Possible solutions flew through your head, through your thoughts. No, talking was not among the options, asking Donna for a truce could lead to a crisis, or an argument. You would have to do something, before the lady in black realized that your body could no longer bear her sexual impulse.
“Delicious, huh?” you asked amused, breaking that relaxing silence.
Donna smiled at you, nodding pleased, as always when you did something, anything for her. She was wonderful, you couldn’t fail her.
“Everything you do is delicious,” she murmured with that melodic voice that drove you crazy, that made you bite your lip involuntarily.
“How flattering...” you sighed with a tender voice, arching your eyebrows. She looked at you again, shaking her head.
“I like to flatter you,” the lady said with a serious voice, stating an unshakable truth for her.
“Mmm, I know...” you sighed, looking down, uncomfortable with the pain your body felt, feeling that little by little, that desire was disappearing from it, that her sweet words no longer had the same effect.
You needed that solution.
“The Duke will come tomorrow,” Donna said, changing the subject erratically, as always. “If you want to ask him for something specific, you still have time.”
“Oh, yes…” you said, disinterested, frowning. “I think I'll refrain from asking for contraband this time…”
“Are you sure you're okay?” Donna asked, with a more distrustful look. Naturally, it was impossible for her to forget her “failure” that easily. She was probably still worried about it.
A few loose words began to repeat themselves over and over in your mind…
Solution, Duke, contraband…
“Yes, yes,” you said, outside the dining room, outside that conversation, trying to connect the dots of the encrypted messages that your subconscious was sending. “I don't like giving you problems.”
“Schiocchezze… You know you are safe with me. You can do whatever you want,” she murmured, proud that her position as a Lord gave you possibilities unthinkable for any other villager. “Don't you want another game for that weird machine?”
“That weird machine, Donna, is called Game Boy, and it’s very funny, you should try it,” you joked, still focused on your thoughts.
“No, grazie, I prefer to enjoy the tranquility of a book, or my dolls. I don't think that thing is good for you…” she murmured amused, worried that weird machine, as she said, would steal your attention from her.
You thought it was adorable, even a machine could make her jealous.
“Tell that to the Duke,” you said amused, with the words becoming clearer in your mind. “If he didn't sell it…”
“What he doesn't sell?” Donna joked, causing a gust of cold air to hit your face, a revelation to illuminate the sentence that was floating around in your head.
The Duke might have a solution.
Yes, it seemed unlikely, and there was certainly no other way to get what you wanted naturally. A little help, maybe some herbs, a special tea, or something… Aphrodisiac, could push your body to feel that desire again, to not disappoint the lady in black, and, above all, to not make her think she had disappointed you.
For now, that was your only option.
The next day, the merchant appeared at the estate.
“I’m coming, darling,” you whispered to Donna while you read next to her, preventing her from getting up to attend to the merchant. No, she couldn't find out.
“Mm,” Donna murmured, returning her gaze to that boring book of plants.
You walked towards the door, mentally rehearsing the most discreet way to ask for what you needed.
“Miss (Y/N)… I'm glad to see that you're still in perfect condition… Or almost,” the merchant commented, with a sinister smile.
“What? What do you mean by almost?” you asked, closing the door behind you and going down the stairs, looking at yourself in case there was something strange.
“You don't look well…” he said, pointing at your face. “Aren't you sleeping well lately?”
You groaned, crossing your arms impatiently.
“What do you care?” you said with an annoyed tone, going over to grab the bags that were there for you, checking their contents. You were quite nervous, you weren't even sure if asking that extravagant man for help was a good idea.
“I care about the well-being of special clients like you, (Y/N), I wouldn't like the ghosts of my past to come and torment me,” he commented, catching the bag of coins you threw at him, pointing with his gaze at the Beneviento mansion.
“Ghosts from your past?” you asked amused, taking the objects out of the bags, examining the quality of the vegetables. “Do you have a past?”
“Oh, of course…” he whispered, counting coins.
“Ha, I doubt it,” you whispered, arching your eyebrows. “You are like any of those trees, you have always been here.”
“What does the word always mean to you?” he asked with a sinister voice.
You sighed, rolling your eyes.
“Oh, no, I don't have time for philosophical conversations,” you said with a tired voice, putting your hands on your temples.
“Don't you have time?” he asked amused, putting the coins in his carriage. “In that case… I'll leave…”
You opened your eyes wide, deciding at the last moment whether to ask that vermin for help or not.
“Wait, wait,” you said in a discreet voice, checking that there were no Donnas, or sinister dolls behind the half-open door.
The Duke stopped his act of leaving, turning slowly with a curious look.
“What do you need?” he asked in an equally discreet, almost mocking tone, imitating you. You made a gesture with your hands for him to lower his voice, getting closer to the carriage.
“Shh, don't speak loud,” you protested angrily, looking everywhere, except at those greedy eyes. “I need to ask you for something.”
“Go ahead, (Y/N), if I have it, it's yours,” he said studying your confused look.
“Hey, lower your voice…” you said nervously, playing with your hands, which were starting to sweat. “It's something… Complicated.”
“There's nothing complicated in business, Miss,” he said, laughing amused. “You ask, I'll sell it to you.”
“Okay, cut the crap,” you said with an impatient gesture. “It's not a common request, besides, I don't even know why I'm asking you.”
“I'm afraid divination isn't among my skills… You'll have to be more specific,” the man sighed, also starting to get impatient.
“Ugh,” you groaned, your cheeks red from embarrassment. “Okay. You sell all kinds of medicinal teas, right?”
“See how you didn't look good?” the merchant asked, satisfied by your question, picking up a small box full of bags and jars. “Tell me what symptoms you have… Maybe a cold? Fever? Upset stomach?”
“No, no,” you shook your head, making him shut up and stop moving that box, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Migraines?” he asked curiously, as if he suspected something. “Nausea?”
“No, damn it,” you hissed nervously, looking all the time at the crack in the door.
“Oh, okay… Maybe this is what you’re looking for…” the Duke murmured, taking out another object and throwing it at you in an unpleasant manner.
“What? A pregnancy test? Really?” you asked annoyed, feeling a shiver with that object in your hand. “No, it's not that. I hope so…”
“Be more specific, I beg you,” the Duke whispered, with that same amused tone.
“Okay, okay,” you said, running a hand over your forehead. “Aphrodisiac, I need an aphrodisiac, have I been specific enough?”
“Oh…” he hummed amused, going back to that small box and rummaging through the bottles. “Why didn't you say it before?”
“Because I know what you’re thinking,” you murmured, crossing your arms again, looking away.
“Is it for you?” he asked, taking out two bottles from the box.
“What do you care?” you whispered embarrassed.
“I don't care, Miss (Y/N), but if it's not for you... Well, I have more specific remedies...” he commented amused, shaking one of the bottles. “Does Lady Beneviento have erection problems?”
“Oh, Gods, no!” you said abruptly, with your face completely red. “Why does everyone know that Donna...?”
The man shrugged, laughing amused.
“It's a small village, Miss,” he said, unable to stop laughing. “Well?”
“No, it's not for Donna, she's... Well, too well, in fact...” you explained, tired of that conversation. “Very well, do you understand?”
“Oh, so the problem is yours...” he commented, taking out another bottle.
“Shut up and give me that, oh, and don't say a word of this or I'll cut your balls off, got it?” you threatened, snatching the bottle from his hand.
“Oh, how rude,” he sighed amused, coughing in agony. “But you know that silence...”
“Yeah, yeah, it has a price,” you said furiously, squeezing the bottle tightly in your hands and throwing him another bag of coins. Donna had so much money that she would never notice. “Will this be enough to shut you up?”
“Of course... It's a pleasure doing business with you...” he sighed, putting the bag away in a satisfactory manner. “Oh, a piece of warning...”
“Fine, okay, speak,” you said, focused on the clear liquid that didn't inspire any confidence in you.
“Put just a few drops if you don't want to... Get into trouble...” the Duke commented, something you barely paid attention to.
When you realized it, the merchant had disappeared, but the blush on your cheeks was still present on your face.
“Damn it, you stupid gossip…” you whispered, picking up the bags, putting the bottle away, and entering the mansion again.
“Tesoro…” Donna said, approaching the entrance. “Why took you so long?”
You faked one of your best smiles, along with a tired sigh.
“Ugh, he felt like negotiating today…” you lied, carrying the bags.
“Did he bother you?” the lady asked, worried, putting a hand on your shoulder, with a dangerous look. You shook your head, stealing a reassuring kiss from her lips.
“No, my love…” you whispered tenderly. “Why don't you keep reading? I'll take care of this.”
“Do you need help?” Donna asked kindly, pinching your nose playfully. You shook your head again.
“No, no… Um… Would you like to have some tea?” you asked, finding in that infusion the perfect cover for your plans.
“Some tea?” she asked, nodding with a pleasant, grateful smile. “Of course, tesoro.”
“No,” you said playfully, kissing her again before walking towards the elevator. “Thank you, Donna…”
When you finally finished putting everything away, you sighed, looking around and discreetly taking the bottle out of your pocket while you boiled water.
“Just a few drops…” you repeated the Duke's words unsurely, uncapping the bottle and smelling it distrustfully. It had a sweet and appealing aroma… It didn't seem dangerous.
You finished pouring the tea, looking at the two cups after a nervous sigh. Little by little, you picked up the jar from the counter, tilting it slightly over one of the cups.
“Idiota!” An irritating squeal made you jump in place, accidentally spilling more than half of the contents into your cup. Of course, Angie's absence couldn't last long.
“Shit… Angie!” you shouted furiously, looking at the puppet, who laughed amused by her victory, for bringing you to the brink of a heart attack. “How… How did you get here?”
“How did I get here? By elevator, you idiot, how else?” the puppet said, climbing onto the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Making some tea,” you hissed, hiding the jar back in your pocket. Luckily, she didn't seem to have noticed. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”
“No, no,” she said amused, exaggerating. “I just like to see your terrified eyes…”
“That's nice,” you said ironically, putting the cups on a tray. “You know that Donna doesn't like it.”
“But Donna isn't here,” the doll answered, leaning in an impossible way. “Foolish villager… Coward…” she sang mockingly.
You ignored her, rolling your eyes and picking up the tray, trying not to look away from the contaminated cup, taking out the half-empty bottle again as you went up the elevator.
“I guess nothing will happen…” you murmured, putting the bottle away again, and walking back to the brunette, who continued reading peacefully. “Your tea, Lady Beneviento,” you said amused, leaving the tray on the table.
She laughed amusedly, caressing your cheek in gratitude, granting your eyes the privilege of seeing her tender smile.
“Grazie…”she sighed, reaching out her hand to grab the wrong cup, something you prevented by grabbing her wrist.
“Oh, no, no, that's mine,” you said nervously, grabbing the cup roughly. “It's just that…” you murmured when you saw her confused face. “It has too much sugar.”
“Mm,” she whispered, nodding slightly, grabbing the other cup. “Don't eat so much sugar, tesoro… It will ruin your smile.”
“Do you know what will ruin my smile? Not seeing you wake up next to me every day,” you said romantically, causing her lips to launch themselves against yours.
“Che romantica sei…” she whispered in a sensual voice, seductive as always. You laughed, moving away to sit on the couch, bringing the cup to your lips. “You drive me crazy, (Y/N)…”
“I was born this way,” you joked, winking at her and drinking more and more from your cup.
The taste was sweet, like a fruit cake. The burning aromas of the tea mixed with that strange product. Well, at least the taste was good.
Time passed in silence. You and Donna exchanged glances from time to time, like every afternoon, while each one enjoyed her own reading. It was a pleasant moment, but you started to get nervous.
That strange liquid seemed to have no effect, and, anxious, you drank the rest of the contents of the cup with a strange gesture.
You sighed once, twice, you didn't feel anything. Nothing seemed to have changed. Nothing until you got more comfortable, until you put your legs up on the sofa. It was a strange sensation, a sensation multiplied by 10, that sensation of your own skin touching you.
You frowned at that sudden, unexpected pleasure, the pleasure of feeling something, your own leg rubbing against the other, sending a shiver down your spine. The heat that seemed to have left that room began to enter your body. Your breathing became labored and, with your hands, you rubbed your thighs.
You knew that the heat, that those sensations were not natural, you knew that the intensity of your caresses increased on their own, that your body was asking for that touch, that something was happening to you. You shouldn't have mistrusted that fat swindler. It seemed that the aphrodisiac was beginning to take effect.
Automatically, you looked at the lady in black and she returned your gaze, one that penetrated your chest like a flame, which increased the already existing trembling in your increasingly hot body.
Your hand went alone between your legs, feeling a moisture that was forming in that place, one that could only be explained by Donna's beauty, by having her perfect body so close to yours.
The need to increase the subtle touch of your hands became unbearable. Almost without wanting to, your caresses became much more lustful, much more, until, feeling your fingers brushing your covered clit and your mouth spoke for itself making you emit a strange moan.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Donna asked, looking at you, looking at that hot mess in front of her. Your mouth smiled, your eyes became dangerous as you nodded.
“Better than okay, Donna,” you purred, increasing the intensity of your own caresses, with your mind blocked, imagining Donna inside of you, imagining that they were not your hands, but hers.
She smiled confusedly, closing her book and getting up from the couch, her gaze fixed on your playful hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sitting down next to you, caressing your leg curiously. “Are you…?”
“Do you want to watch or are you going to join, darling?” you asked in a velvety voice, moving to open your legs in front of her as your lustful touch grew ever more intense.
“Join?” Donna asked, with a nervous smile, joining her hands to your trembling legs, gasping as she watched your entire body writhe at her timid, exploratory touch.
“Mm,” you moaned, grabbing her hand, bringing it to your mouth. Your body was no longer yours, you were no longer its owner, that aphrodisiac had taken control and you… liked it.
Slowly, with your mouth burning, you put her fingers in your mouth, savoring the sweetness of her skin, the sensation of a part of her body being devoured by the heat of your tongue.
“(Y/N)…” Donna sighed, amazed by the eroticism of that movement, of the soft suction of your mouth on her fingers, making her travel to the darkest thoughts of her mind, perhaps imagining that it was not her fingers.
“Are you going to just stand there watching?” you asked defiantly, leaning towards her, putting your legs on either side of her hips as you laid her down on the couch.
Your hot body moved over hers as your mouth changed targets, devouring her lips mercilessly as your hips danced over hers, moaning at the subtle brush of your wetness against the bulge that had already formed in the black fabric of her dress.
“Mm,” you moaned again, with a dangerous look, devouring every inch of her skin, her lips, her neck. Your body needed her, it claimed hers with an anxiety you didn't remember having, much greater than that of your first time.
“Cosa c’è, (Y/N)?” the lady asked, unable to stop your kisses from getting wilder, your hands from traveling down her dress, undoing her buttons, groping her breasts and finally, going down to free her imprisoned erection. “You're so…”
“I'm crazy about you, Donna,” you whispered, massaging her shaft slowly while, with the other hand, you struggled to take off your underwear so your eager body could get closer to her desire. “I want to fuck you.”
“Hey, no… No… Don't be that…” she protested, silenced by another furious, wet kiss, which you used to distract her from the movements of your hips, which were positioned on the tip, slowly going down. “Oh, amore mio!” she exclaimed when she saw herself surrounded by your copious moisture, surprised by the ease with which she moved inside of you.
“Donna!” you moaned, moving erratically, with her completely inside of you, with your body sending intense, almost unbearable signals of pleasure. “Gods!”
With a sinister growl, your hips began to move, with your hands on her chest, being the complete owner of the movements of that improvised act of passion, wanting to be the only owner, feeling selfish, desperate for that exaggerated pleasure not to disappear.
The moans were not calm, slow, romantic, no… They were wild, intense, indiscreet. Your body moved furiously on hers, her erection dancing on your tight, sensitive walls, while Donna, closing her eye, tried to withstand the intense embrace of your body.
“Yes!” you screamed, tilting your head when, after a few movements, the sensation of your release devastated all your senses. Your body shook abruptly, your muscles tensed without difficulty, but… Still, you didn't think it was the end.
The desire in your body didn't relax, not even when poor Donna, trapped between your legs, unable to move under your hips, also released amidst your exaggerated cries of pleasure.
Your movements decreased in intensity, but your gaze was still dangerous. You were stimulating your wetness yourself, even with the brunette inside you. You didn't want that sensation to leave you, it was your priority.
“(Y/N)… W-Wait a moment,” the doll maker stammered, breathing heavily, putting her hands on your hips to control your erratic movements, eager to obtain more and more pleasure.
“No,” you said abruptly, biting your lip, without stopping moving, controlling your wet and hot dances, the mixture of your release and hers going down your leg. “I don’t want to, keep gping, Donna, please…”
“Um… I…” she murmured, shaking her head, but unable to protest your insatiable desire. Her shaft hardened again thanks to your insistence, something that made you moan in pleasure, returning that anxious madness to your hips.
“You're so big, Donna… Do you see how my body wants you? How tight I am?” you whispered in a dangerous, almost disturbing voice, biting her earlobe. “How big you become for me…”
“Yes… Sì…” she stammered, nodding, controlling her moans, moving her body again to slide further inside you so her shaft covered by her own seed was pleased by the embraces of your walls.
“Keep going, keep going! I'm going to…!” you screamed, moving roughly, finding it difficult to satisfy your body's desire, releasing again, and again, and again…
“Gods… (Y/N)…” Donna said, caressing your hot cheek, moaning when she filled you again without intending to, completely surrendered to your excessive passion. “Tesoro…”
“Donna…” you whispered, with a tender voice, catching your breath, feeling you had finally release, that the effect of that aphrodisiac had worn off. Nothing could be further from the truth.
“You are very… Fiery…” she commented amused, getting out of your and resting your head on her chest. “You… You have left me exhausted…”
“Mm,” you said, laughing tenderly, twisting around in her body, opening your eyes horrified by what you felt.
No, your body hadn't gotten tired. Your body wanted more, much more. You tried to ignore that feeling, probably caused by the excess of liquid you poured into the tea. You thought that would pass sooner or later.
“Shall we take a shower, (Y/N)?” Donna asked, playing with your hair, also trying to catch her breath.
Yes, a shower seemed like a good idea.
The hot water stimulated your desire even more. The sight of her perfect naked body clouded your reasoning, your logical thinking. The wetness of your legs mixed with the water, the heat of the water seeming to cool down in contact with your body… You wanted more, you needed more.
With a mischievous laugh, you hugged the brunette from behind. It might have seemed like an innocent hug, but it wasn't. Your hand traveled over her bare skin, caressing her belly, running your fingers over her breasts while your lips subtly attacked her neck.
Donna didn't protest until those caresses went lower, until they reached her already exhausted penis, caressing it gently, hugging it with your hand under the hot water.
“Tesoro... What are you...?” she whispered, surprised by your unusual insistence, by that ability of your hand slowly stimulating her body, preparing it again for you. “W-Wait, wait...”
“Shhh,” you whined sharply, not stopping moving your hand, not stopping playing with it, causing her body to betray her, to make one last effort to please you.
The tiredness was evident, but, even so, her body reacted again, hardening in a softer way but it was more than enough for your inexhaustible desire.
With a nervous gasp, you turned the doll maker around, hanging from her neck, devouring her with kisses again while your hips moved anxiously on her timid erection.
Donna could protest, but she didn't. With a tired moan, she lifted one of your legs, passing it around her waist, taking you again under the shower, standing, roughly and clumsily, but enough for the pleasure to overwhelm you again. Your satisfied body released itself several times, but it didn't seem to be satiated.
Donna did her best, timidly releasing herself inside of you again. She must have been exhausted, in fact, you were surprised that she was still able to please you.
Unfortunately, the Duke's warning crossed your mind. Just a few drops. You did it wrong and that was your doom. The burning in your body didn't go away.
But Donna couldn't take it anymore, she wasn't able to please you, she even started looking at you with some fear when she came out of the shower, noticing that the lust didn't disappear from your gaze.
As if she wanted to run away from you, she disappeared from the bathroom, just when you indiscreetly knelt in front of her, ready to enjoy another round of exhausting passion.
“Hey! Come here!” you shouted at the brunette's sudden escape, pointing at the floor and kicking it furiously. “Donna! Bring your little big thing here, now!”
“N-No...” You heard murmuring in the basement.
You groaned. It wasn't really you. That horrible liquid was running through your veins, speaking for you. Without even bothering to cover yourself with a towel, you left the bathroom to chase her.
“What are you doing running around naked?!” Angie protested, covering her eyes when you passed by her. “You're going to cause me a trauma!”
You ignored the doll and followed the wet footprints of her footsteps to the bedroom.
“Donna...” you hummed, sensually sticking your leg out the door. “Come on, get out...”
“No,” you heard someone say inside the room, where the brunette was taking refuge, covering herself with both hands between her legs. “D-don't come closer, (Y/N)...”
“Hey, come on, will you stop fooling around and come here?” you said, letting yourself fall on the bed, opening your legs again. “I need you, Donna…”
“No, no, I… What's wrong with you?” she said, shaking her head, trying not to look directly at you.
“I'm playful…” you hummed again, running a hand through that constant moisture. “Come on, come… Just a little…”
“Just a little? (Y/N), I can't take it anymore,” Donna said, with a painful grimace, with her hands still covering her shame. “I can't, I couldn't even if I wanted to…”
“Don't be that weak, I know you can,” you said, frowning.
“Weak? Don't you understand? No… I can't… I'm, I'm… Empty,” she whispered embarrassed, covering herself with a robe. “Let me rest, per-per favore…”
“Of course, of course, you can ask for a break, right?” you said angrily, sitting on the bed and crossing your arms.
Poor Donna blinked confused, nervous.
“I don't know what you're talking about, tesoro…”
“What, what am I talking about? Donna, you are… You are insatiable, do you know what it is to have… That, pointing at me all day long?” you said, pointing between her legs. She looked at herself and then at you, with the same surprised look.
“But, but…” she stammered, moving nervously.
“Donna, I'm a human being, do you understand? I need some rest,” you said seriously, fighting against the heat of your body, talking nonsense, reproaching those things that you should have talked to her about a long time ago.
“I, I understand, amore mio but… What is this about? You are, you are the one who…”
“Oh, yes it’s me… Do you know why? Because I don't dare tell you to keep your cock in your dress for at least one day, just one day, Donna, is that too much to ask?”
“If I remember correctly, you were the one who insisted on making love,” the lady in black hissed, with a darker look, annoyed by your vulgar language. “Does it make you upset now?”
“Do you think I’m upset?” you asked back, looking away arrogantly. “Do you know why I'm like this?”
“No…” she sighed, approaching cautiously, placing a hand on your forehead. “Mamma mia… You're burning.”
“Yes… I… Oh, I'm stupid, this is because of that damn aphrodisiac,” you lamented, venting your frustration on the sheets.
“If you don't want me to love you so many times… You just had to tell me,” Donna whispered, sitting next to you.
“I know but… Donna, I know you, I know you'd take it wrongly…” you said, just as she moved nervously, getting up from the bed.
“Wait, did you say aphrodisiac? What aphrodisiac?” Donna asked confused, with a furious look.
You didn't answer. You simply got up and ran to the bathroom, to search your dress for the remains of that cursed liquid, letting her see it.
“Wow...” Donna whispered, observing the cause of your constant burning. “I think you've put too much…”
“Don't tell me...” you said, with irony. “Now I can't stop... I'm... Oh...”
“Tesoro... Don't do these things for me... I prefer you to be honest with me, please... Don't lie to me anymore...” she said in a soft voice, taking your hands and caressing your cheeks.
You nodded, kissing her lips, repressing the pleasure that simple contact gave you.
“What do I do now?” you asked, sighing nervously.
Donna shrugged, comforting you with her caresses.
“I'm sorry, tesoro... I didn't think I was so... insistent... I really enjoy loving you, you know?” she said. “Tell me what I can do to help you,” she offered, making your smile grow wider
You opened your eyes wide, snatching the bottle from her.
“Don't apologize,” you said. “If you want me to forgive you, do me a favor and... Drink it, let's see if you come back to life...”
