#donna x reader

࣪𖤐.ᐟ FLUFF:

۫ ꣑ৎ It was quite easy to fall in love with Donna at first sight, after all who wouldn’t fall in love with a cute dollmaker? Even though she covers her face. While you might have fallen in love with her at first sight you knew that Donna might never love you, and even if she did it would take her a long time to become vulnerable with you.

۫ ꣑ৎ But things change once the two of you do get into a relationship. You’re no longer just her servant but her love too. Donna is very awkward and flustered at the start of your relationship, especially with the way you practically worship the ground she walks on. Donna almost cries every time you kiss the massive scar on her face and call her beautiful.

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna is quite surprised by the way you worship her like a goddess. She isn’t disturbed by it but it is surprising and overwhelming. Donna doesn’t believe that she deserves your love so to have you worship and take care of her brings her to tears every time. She's so grateful for having you in her life.

۫ ꣑ৎ At the beginning of your relationship Donna would get quite flustered when you kiss her, but after a while she becomes bold too. Stealing kisses from you while you work around the manor or kissing you while you cook. She loves the way you practically melt under her touch.

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna loves cuddling with you at night. She loves the feeling of your warm body against her own, and knowing that you’re still here and that you wouldn’t abandon her helps her sleep at night a lot better than when she slept before the two of you got together.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ NSFW:

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna is very awkward and insecure the first time you two make love. She feels very vulnerable and she is scared that you wouldn’t like how she looks. But her worries are drowned away the moment you start worshiping her body, kissing her gently and complimenting her and her body between kisses.

۫ ꣑ৎ She adores it when you leave hickeys and loves bites all over her neck, shoulders and thighs. Donna is obsessed with them and she loves to give you some too, especially on your neck. She also especially loves the way you kiss her while your fingers and knuckles deep inside of her.

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna would hide her face in the crook of your neck as you finger her, too flustered to face you. She looks so cute and adorable as she tries her best to hide her moans from you as your fingers are knuckle deep inside of her pussy, making her thighs shake from the pleasure.

۫ ꣑ৎ She would quietly whimper and moan as you eat her out like a starving woman. She’s red in the face and flustered as her fingers are in your hair, pulling you closer against her pussy. Poor Donna almost faints from the way you look up at her with such devotion in your eyes and kiss her thighs, mumbling compliments against her skin.

۫ ꣑ৎ After the two of you are done Donna would wrap her arms around you, resting her head against your chest as you hold her. Donna can’t contain her smile as she traces your skin, mumbling how much she loves you as you kiss her forehead before falling asleep.

The storm raged outside, rain lashing against the ancient windows of the Beneviento mansion like furious claws. You, a lost traveler seeking shelter, had pushed open the creaking door, your soaked clothes clinging to your skin as you stepped into the dimly lit foyer. The air inside was unnaturally warm, heavy with the scent of incense and something earthier, more primal. Dust danced in the faint candlelight, and shadows twisted along the walls, but the only sound that greeted you was a soft hiss that echoed from the staircase.

Donna Beneviento emerged from the gloom, her upper body a vision of pale, porcelain beauty; dark hair framing a face with sharp, knowing eyes behind a veil of lace. She wore a flowing black gown that draped over her torso, but as she descended, her lower half revealed her true nature. A long, sinuous serpent tail, scales glistening like polished obsidian, coiling down the stairs with hypnotic grace. The lamia slithered closer, her tail undulating silently across the stone floor, encircling the room until it blocked your path to the door.

“A lost lamb,” she murmured, her voice a velvet whisper laced with Italian inflection, eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. “The storm brought you to me. Come, warm yourself.”

Her tail tip flicked upward, brushing your ankle, sending a shiver up your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. You stumbled back, but the mansion's shadows seemed to close in, and her presence was magnetic, drawing you forward despite the fear prickling your skin. She coiled closer, her elegant humanoid hands reached out to grasp your arms. The gown slipped from one shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast as she pulled you against her. Her skin was cool at first, then warmed rapidly, like heated silk. 

“Shh, no need to run,” she cooed, lips brushing your ear. 

Her tail wrapped around your legs, scales smooth and firm, lifting you effortlessly off the ground as she carried you toward a lavish sitting room adorned with antique dolls and flickering candles. You gasped as she lowered you onto a plush chaise, her tail pinning your thighs together while her upper body hovered above.

“Such a pretty thing, wandering into my lair.”

 Her fingers traced your jaw, tilting your head back, and she leaned in to kiss you. Slow at first, tongue slipping past your lips to taste you deeply, fangs grazing your lips without breaking skin. The kiss deepened, her mouth devouring yours as her hands roamed, cupping your breasts through your wet blouse, thumbs circling your hardening nipples.

Your body betrayed you, heat pooling between your legs as you arched into her touch. She broke the kiss with a satisfied hum, tearing your blouse open with a sharp rip, buttons scattering across the floor and she descended immediately, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while her tongue flicked agaisnt the peak. Her other hand kneaded your free breast, pinching the nipple until you moaned, the sound echoing in the empty hall.

Her tail loosened around your legs, the tip slithering up your skirt, scales rasping against your inner thighs. It parted your knees wide, exposing your soaked panties, and the forked tip hooked the fabric, yanking it aside.

“Already dripping for me,” she purred, eyes gleaming as her tail probed your cunt, the smooth length sliding along your folds, teasing your entrance. You bucked your hips, seeking more, and she chuckled darkly, pressing the tip inside you; thick and insistent, stretching your walls as it thrust shallowly.

Donna's mouth released your nipple with a wet pop, trailing kisses down your stomach, her hair fanning over your skin. She settled between your spread thighs, her tail still fucking into your core in slow, deliberate pumps, the scales adding friction that made you clench around it. Her hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as her tongue darted out, longer than human, forked, to lap at your clit. She sucked the nub into her mouth, teeth grazing lightly, while her tongue circled and flicked, sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

You threaded your fingers into her hair, pulling her closer as moans spilled from your lips. 

“Please,” you begged, and she obliged, her tail thrusting deeper, curling inside to hit that soft spongey spot with each slide. You coated her scales, slick dripping down to the chaise as she lapped at you ravenously, tongue plunging alongside the tail to fill you completely. The dual assault built fast, your thighs trembling against her shoulders, pussy fluttering around the intrusion.

She pulled back suddenly, her tail withdrawing with a slick sound, leaving you empty and aching. 

“Not yet.” she hissed. 

Rising up, she shed her gown entirely, revealing her naked upper body. Her tail coiled beneath her, positioning her so the tip hovered near your face.

“Taste yourself… please.” she murmured, and you leaned forward, tongue licking the glistening scales, savouring your own tangy flavour mixed with the feel of her scales.

Satisfied, she manoeuvred you onto your hands and knees on the chaise, her tail wrapping around your waist to hold you in place. From behind, she pressed her body against yours, breasts flattening against your back as her hands slid under to fondle your chest. Her tail tip returned, slick with your arousal, before pushing into your cunt again.

Deeper now, fucking you with rhythmic thrusts that rocked your body forward.

One hand slipped down to rub your clit in tight circles, nails scraping lightly, while the other pinched your nipples in alternation, her breath hot on your neck, fangs nipping your shoulder. The tail pistoned faster, ridges of scales dragging along your inner walls, filling you utterly. Pleasure coiled tight, and you shattered, cunt spasming around the tail as you came hard, cries echoing through the mansion.

Donna didn't relent, her tail fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging the waves of ecstasy until you collapsed forward. She flipped you onto your back, tail withdrawing only to coil around both of you, drawing you close. Her mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss, tongue pushing deep as her fingers dove into your oversensitive core, three at once, pumping to chase her own release against your thigh; her slit hidden in the scales, grinding wetly as she rubbed herself on you.

Her body tensed, a low hiss escaping as she came, cum slicking your skin. She rode out the aftershocks, fingers slowing inside you until she pulled them free, bringing them to your lips. 

☾Teaches you how to knit and sow. Even just simple stitches, loves that you want to learn something that brings her joy.

☾Makes you tea regularly. Any type of too. She’ll just randomly show up in the room you’re in or wherever you are with a cup of tea.

☾Loves sitting down and having silent reading time together. Angie can join too, but she prefers reading without Angie. Because sometimes Angie can be annoying.

☾Doesn’t have maids or maidens in the manor because she has you. She doesn’t trust others in her manor, especially people she doesn’t know.

☾Has naturally cold hands, and her nails are always painted a dark plum or black. And has faint little scars on her hands and fingers from doll making and sewing

☾Loves kisses on the hands and palm. Sometimes forehead if she’s trusts you enough to take her veil off. And very rarely will she let you kiss her mutation. Mainly because it’s sensitive and she’s insecure about it.

☾Needs daily reminders to eat and take breaks. She’s the type to overwork herself and forget to eat and rest, besides tea and water.

☾She doesn’t have a dryer or washing machine so she does her laundry the tradition way, in a big tub, and then dries it on a laundry line. That the dolls may or may not play on

☾Loves cooking with you. And her favorite thing to do in the kitchen is teach you how to cook sole of her home meals. Traditional Italian meals her mother use to make.

☾Loves how you and Angie get along. Always watching you and Angie play and playful banter with a hidden smile under her veil.

☾Has cook books, among the shelved filled with hundreds to thousands of books. On top of that, I feel like she has a shelf that full of read books and a shelf that’s full of unread books. So she keeps track of them.

☾She is an ingredient household. 95% ingredient household, and the other 5% is for Angie and the other dolls. She has a little shelf in the kitchen that’s solely dedicated to the dolls snacks.

☾Has made Angie a pair of overalls for fall. And Angie does in fact wear them, when she’s allowed outside.

☾Has a shelf full of old board games, and likes to play them with dinner, if she remembers to eat.

☾Her domain is covered in plants, obviously. But she loves to go on short walks with you around her domain. Because in the summer and spring, her plants are thriving and gorgeous.

☆Masterlist☆

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I love my wifffeeee!!! Grrrrrr!

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yo i wrote this months ago, soo here ya go!

i might be cringe i’m sorry if i am

donna x oc art (if you wanted to know what they look like) (attack dog vibes, dancing, js cute)

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The ride to Castle Dimitrescu was mostly filled with the sound of hooves pulling the carriage along. You sat across from Donna, hands resting over your axe in your lap. Angie was, as always, a source of noise, randomly giggling to herself or muttering her chaotic nonsense.

It wasn’t often that Lady Beneviento left her estate, especially for long periods, but when Mother Miranda summoned the Four Lords for a meeting, there was no choice. This time, however, the two of you had arrived a few days early to plan decorations for the upcoming ball.

Donna had mentioned that the event was held annually at the castle and served as a political tool for the Four Lords and the mayors of the villages. A night of entertainment and diplomacy, where everyone could maintain their relationships with each other–or at least avoid hostility.

“Honestly, planning for these events is much more enjoyable for me than watching the children of the drunk mayors stumble about,” Donna muttered, her voice laced with a bit of disdain. “Although I do enjoy watching Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela entertain themselves.”

You let a small laugh escape your throat and said with light sarcasm, “I’d never guess you disliked social events.”

“They are tiresome,” she replied with a sigh. “Too many people. Too much noise.”

A slight grin tugged at your lips. “Well, I guess I’ll be just as lost as you then.”

She gave a slight nod. “You were raised in a village. Did you not like social events like this before working for me? I assumed that you were more sociable before your mutation.”

The mention of your past made your stomach twist. so you adjusted your tie, loosening it a bit before talking again. “I’ve always been pretty quiet,” you said, leaning against your seat a little more, then glanced out the window. “I preferred to watch from the sidelines then too.”

“Hm.” Something about her softened. It pleased her to know she wasn’t the only one who found events like this suffocating.

“At least this year, you’ll have me to keep you company.” you added, offering her reassurance you knew she wouldn’t ask for outright.

“Thank you for that.”

The sincerity in both your words lingered. Whatever this next month had in store, you wanted her to know that she had at least one person who would be there with her.

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When the carriage finally rolled to a stop in front of Castle Dimitrescu, you straightened, reaching for the door handle. You stepped out first, then turned around to offer your hand, palm up for Donna to take as she exited after you. She hesitated for a second before placing her dainty hand in yours, stepping down gracefully.

As soon as her feet met the ground, you let go and moved to retrieve both your bag and hers.

Before you could even walk to the entrance, a familiar voice rang out from the entrance. “Oh, look who finally arrived.”

You turned to see the Dimitrescu daughters waiting at the entrance, each wearing an expression that ranged from amused to delighted. By now, you have learned that Daniela was always the first to approach. Donna quietly but lovingly greeted them.

Then, you greeted politely with a bow, “Hello, you three.”

“Don’t be uptight, we’re friends.” Cassandra let out a short laugh. “But anyway, hope you’re ready for a week of absolute boredom while Mother Miranda talks them to death.”

Bela, the most composed of the three, nodded. “Give it a day, they’ll loosen up again.” You had grown fond of them the past few months and just shook your head with a smile. “Mother is waiting in the ballroom. She’s already made a sketch for the decorations.”

Angie, never one to be left out, let out a loud cackle from your side. “Oh, don’t mind them! They’re just trying not to trip over their own feet.”

“You are just the funniest little thing.” Daniela, already entertained, scooped up Angie in her arms.

You turned to Donna. “Shall I take your bag to your room, my Lady?”

She gave a slight nod, and you carried her bag to her guest room before placing your bag down in the room adjacent to hers. This arrangement was expected, but something about the proximity made your chest bubble inside, still denying the feelings you’d been developing.

The daughters led the both of you through the grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu. When you entered the ballroom, the sight of Lady Dimitrescu herself—towering and ever-imposing—greeted you and Donna.

You immediately bowed. “Lady Dimitrescu.”

She gave a slight nod and a strange smirk before turning to your Lady. “Ah, Donna, you’ve arrived. We have much to discuss.” She then gestured at the diagram of the ballroom.

Your presence was hardly acknowledged past that, which was just fine. As the ladies turned their attention to the sketches and planned arrangements, you quietly exhaled, knowing this would be a long week.

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The first two days were uneventful. You shadowed Donna and lingered by her side as she and Lady Dimitrescu discussed arrangements, colors, flowers, and placement. It all blended together after a while.

On the third day of your stay at Castle Dimitrescu, the other two Lords and Mother Miranda were due to arrive in the morning after breakfast.

Meetings started immediately. They were long, drawn-out discussions behind closed doors, lasting hours into the day. You, of course, were not permitted to attend. And as it turned out, neither were Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters.

Which left you all with an abundance of free time.

Too much free time actually. So you all sat around the living room, bored out of your minds.

“Ugh,” Daniela groaned, she was slumped over one of the velvet couches, “…I’m so bored.”

Cassandra sat near the fireplace, idly tossing a knife between her hands. “Same.”

“We could always spar.” Bela glanced up from her book.

“But we always spar. I wanna do something different.”

You were there a little further from everyone else, perched on an armchair. You could’ve gone back to your room today and drawn or carved, but Dani and Cass practically begged you to hang out with them. So you cleared your throat and asked, “You have an entire castle. Isn’t there something to do?”

“Not unless we want to scare some maids, which I know you don’t.” Daniela rolled onto her back.

“The ball is next month. We could come up with some more ideas or practice our waltzes.” Cassandra suggested, and at least this caught attention.

“I’m sure there’s still plenty of things to decide.” Bela set her book down.

“Ooh!” Daniela jumped up. “We could give some ideas to Mother and Donna about the music.”

Cassandra pointed at you. “You. You’re helping.”

“Helping?” You blinked.

“You were there while Mother and Donna discussed flowers, weren’t you?” Cassandra smirked. “That means you already know part of the general setup.”

You had this distinct feeling that you were about to be roped into something.

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The conversation in the ballroom quickly jumped from decorations to waltzing, prompting them to pull you to the center of the ballroom, asking if you knew how to dance. They looked at you with glee when you murmured, “No.” They made you take your axe out of its holster and set it to the side. You were about to be made into a spectacle.

“Alright, little farmer,” Cassandra said, rolling her shoulders as she stepped in front of you, “…We’re teaching you how to dance. No hand servant of Lady Beneviento should be caught stumbling around like a fool at the ball.”

You stiffened. “I’ve never–”

Daniela waved her hand dismissing your sentence. “Yes, yes, you were a farmer, never been to a ball, never danced. We know.” She grinned. “Which is exactly why we are going to fix that!”

Bela was already positioning your left hand on her sister’s shoulder and guiding your hands into a proper hold. “Relax,” she said, amused at your tenseness, “…you’re standing like a knight going into battle. It’s a dance, not a duel.”

You swallowed, your body was naturally rigid, and you felt small next to Cassandra since she was a good bit taller than you. The moment you both attempted to move, Cassandra told you to follow her footsteps.

When you kept messing up, the brunette scolded you. “No, not like that! God, you’re going to trip and take someone down with you!” Which earned a snicker from Daniela and Bela.

“You’re so nervous! Alec, what if you get swept off your feet at the ball?” Daniela joked and gasped, placing her hands over her heart. “Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

“Not helping.” You glared.

“I think it is.” Bela smirked then stepped back to observe. “Now, try again. This time, actually listen. One, two, three. One, two, three.”

You took a breath and tried again, but you quite literally were tripping over your own feet trying to keep up with her. Cassandra sighed in exasperation. “Loosen up,” she instructed, “…or do I have to make you?” She said in a jokingly flirtatious voice.

Before you could reply, Cassandra suddenly dipped you backward with an unexpected force. You let out a startled noise, your hands gripping her in a panic.

Daniela burst out laughing. “Oh, that was perfect! Look at their face!”

Cassandra smirked, holding you in place with ease. “You better get used to it. Someone might try this at the ball.”

“Pull me up!” You hissed, face burning as Cassandra relented, pulling you upright, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

You danced with them for a while, learning simple steps and turns–since there was literally nothing else the girls wanted to do. Then you caught movement at the doorway. Donna was standing there, silent as ever, watching the four of you. She had her head tilted like she’d been unnoticed for a while now.

You let go of Cassandra and bowed your head slightly at the veiled woman, and all three turned instantly to where you were looking.

“Oh! Donna, you should dance this year!” Daniela suggested, trying to torture you both now.

You watched as your Lady stiffened slightly before she gave a small shake of her head. Donna closed the door to the ballroom and lifted her veil. You could feel how surprised Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were, but they didn’t comment on it.

“Come on,” Cassandra added, jumping on the idea as well, “…it’s been years since you’ve actually danced, hasn’t it?”

Bela faked her thoughtfulness. “Well, if Alec has to suffer through learning, it’s only fair their Lady leads by example.”

Your heart skipped a beat. ‘Oh god.’

You were about to argue against them, remembering how you and Donna discussed preferring to stay on the sidelines just the other day, but then she decided something. Wordlessly, she stepped forward and held out a hand to you.

“My Lady?”

“Come here.” She said simply and barely above a murmur. Her boldness took you aback.

You hesitantly reached out, letting Donna take your hand. Her grip was firm, and when she stepped closer, she positioned you, placing your left hand on her shoulder and holding your right hand out. You felt your breath catch.

She moved, and you followed.

Unlike before, your steps were steadier and more controlled. Donna led you with a slow, subtle confidence that you felt in her steps, adjusting when you faltered. Her presence was grounding, and dancing was much easier when you weren’t being laughed at left and right, or being teased for your missteps. This was just a quiet glide of movement, the feeling of holding each other, the weight of her hand in yours–though you kept your eyes glued to your feet, making sure you wouldn’t step on her toes.

“One, two, three.” Donna muttered under her breath, so softly only you could hear her. “One, two, three.”

When you finally dared to meet her eye, there was something soft. It wasn’t amusement or pity, just patience.

Maybe there was a slight hint of pride in her eye, too. And there was definitely pink in both your faces.

The rest of the room stayed silent, the sisters watched the scene unfold with painfully obvious intrigue. Daniela’s jaw was slightly dropped, Cassandra had a shit-eating grin on, and Bela looked like she had just come up with a thousand witty ways to tease you after.

Donna was surprisingly unbothered by your little crowd. She slowed her movements to a stop and pulled away. But it felt like both of your hands lingered a little longer than they should’ve.

Every point of contact you had with Donna tingled, missing her touch. “Thank you, my Lady.”

Donna nodded and turned to leave, pulling her veil back over her face. “You’ll do just fine.”

Then just like that, she was gone, leaving you standing there, brain reeling.

You collectively stayed there in stunned silence, and then Bela whistled. “Well, that was quite unexpected.”

“Oh, that was adorable.”

“You’re so red.”

You groaned. You were never going to hear the end of this.

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Your mind had been stuck on the same thought ever since you left the ballroom: dancing with Donna.

Dancing with the three sisters was fine, it stopped the boredom, but at your expense. However, dancing with Donna had been different. It was nice–more than nice.

That might be a problem.

You groaned, rubbing your hands down your face while walking through the corridors. You had caught yourself thinking about it all throughout dinner with the rest of Lady Dimitrescu’s maids, staring blankly at your plate while your brain replayed every little detail: the warmth of her hands and her gently guiding you.

You headed towards your Lady’s room so you could accompany her to the Lord’s dinner. You were doing everything you could to shove the memory aside.

Just before you could knock, the door opened.

“My Lady, I just came to escort you to dinner.” You cleared your throat.

Donna nodded, picked up Angie, and slipped past you. You trailed behind her, wanting to say something, but in your tenseness, you blurted out the most awkward thing possible.

“So…the waltz earlier was…something.”

“Something?”

“Yeah, I mean, it was…not as bad as I thought it’d be.” you said, rubbing the back of your neck and then quickly correcting yourself. “Not that I thought it’d be bad! I just thought I’d step on your toes or something, y’know I haven’t danced before, and–”

“Can’t you just say you enjoyed dancing with her?” Angie cut in.

You were stammering like an idiot, but then Donna admitted softly, “…I-I’m glad. I enjoyed dancing with you as well.”

Your brain shut down and suddenly found the floor very interesting again.

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The next day. You barely had time to breathe before Daniela dragged you right back into the ballroom.

“Oh no, not again.” You groaned.

“Yes, again!” Bela said, already stretching her arms. “You can’t just learn in one day and expect to be prepared for the ball.”

“Donna and I aren’t even participating in that part, we’re just going to be standing around.”

“You weren’t even that bad; we were honestly just giving you a hard time,” Cassandra admitted, then smirked, “but you need to learn something very important today.”

You gave her a suspicious look. “What?”

“How to dip someone.” Daniela beamed.

You immediately wanted to stop this. “What if I drop you?”

Cassandra patted your back. “You’re freakishly strong. So no excuses.”

“We’ll start easy. Dani volunteered.”

Daniela dramatically tossed herself into your arms. “Catch me.”

You barely had time to react before Daniela leaned back, forcing you to support her weight. You caught her easily, and you had no idea if it was because of your strength or the fact that she was surprisingly light.

“Ooh,” Daniela purred. “That was smooth.”

“You jumped into it. I didn’t even do anything.” You pulled her back up to stand.

“Then actually do it.” Bela stepped in. “Here, take my hand. Lead me into it. Make sure to bend this knee a bit.”

You reluctantly took Bela’s hand and hesitantly led her. It was awkward at first, you messed up some steps but corrected it quickly. You were doing a lot better than yesterday, and when you finally felt comfortable, you dipped her with ease.

“See? Not so hard, right?” Bela grinned up at you.

The practice continued for the next hour, with you practicing different moves you’ve learned from yesterday and today. By the time Donna appeared in the doorway, your movements were much smoother.

“Oh! Donna’s back! Perfect timing!”

You turned slightly, already feeling your nerves returning when your eyes landed on Donna.

“Well then,” Cassandra glanced between you and Donna, “why don’t you two give it another go? They’re doing a lot better today.”

“Um—” You swallowed.

Donna hesitated, but stepped forward anyway. You knew she would be the one to lead for the most part. Taking your hand, she guided you through a few steps, fluid and composed. You blushed furiously from being this close to her again.

Daniela interrupted, practically vibrating with excitement. “Does this mean you’re going to join at least one dance this year?”

You both stopped.

“We have to tell Mother!” Daniela continued, clasping her hands together. “Oh! What if we convince her to have one dance where it’s just us? You, Alec, me, my sisters, and maybe some maids for us to dance with? It would be perfect!”

“It would be cute.” Cassandra admitted, “Especially if Alec stops tripping over their own feet by then.”

“I’m getting better…” you muttered.

You could see a lightbulb turn on in Bela’s head, and she gave Donna a sharp grin before suggesting, “They should dip you.”

Donna tensed slightly, and you defended her hesitation. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes and then grabbed Daniela. “See like this.” Cassandra demonstrated to you like they hadn’t made you dip them dozens of times already, and in one smooth motion, she spun Daniela and dipped her low, holding her there.

Daniela teasingly threw an arm over her forehead, sighing dreamily like she was a swooning maiden. “Oh!” she purred, picking up on the fact that she was mimicking Donna’s softer tone.

You went bright red, while Cassandra barked out a laugh, barely holding Daniela as she wheezed. “You’re awful.”

Daniela grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

Still flustered, you turned to Donna, a little quieter. “Is…that alright, my Lady?” Your brain was screaming at you for this bold move. Half your brain was yelling at you that this was the most unprofessional thing, and the other half was elated at the idea of staying close to Donna

Donna regarded you carefully. There was a pause before she gave the smallest nod.

Your breath hitched, but you mentally stomped your nerves out. Moving slowly and carefully, you mimicked the steps you had practiced for the past two hours. Donna followed with ease, letting you lead fully this time.

When you dipped her, you swore time slowed. Your hold on her was steady and controlled, just like the girls had taught you. Like yesterday, it was much different with her. The world around you faded, and nothing existed except the warmth of Donna in your arms. Her weight was nothing to you, but the trust she had in you to hold her close like this made your heart soar.

Donna stared straight into your eyes like she was searching for something in your expression. You weren’t sure if the tremble in your fingers was nerves or that other thing you kept trying to sweep under the rug.

“Like that?” You gulped, voice barely above a whisper.

Donna lingered in silence, her fingers tightening a bit on your shoulder. “...Yes.”

You suppressed a shiver at her words, then hastily pulled Donna upright and let her go, trying to get your heart to slow down. Donna adjusted her sleeves, and when you looked at her, she gave you an approving nod.

It took everything in you not to melt on the spot.

“That was perfect.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

You loved this. How you could render one of the most powerful lords to this, shamelessly pleading with her eyes for more. More of your touch, more of your mouth, everything.

You pulled back and a string of saliva stretched between your parted lips and the sensitive head of her cock. Hands maintaining that consistent pace, you pumped that wetness up and down, over and over again.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby? My tits or my mouth?” You offered. She had done so well, been so obedient, it was only nice of you to reward her.

“Y-your mouth!” She cried hoarsely, hips jumping erratically. Donna was trying to hold back so hard, veins straining in her hands as she clamped her fingers down in the plush throw blanket and twisted. It was cute how she didn’t want to disappoint you.

You arched an eyebrow, wrist slowing down considerably at her lack of manners. She groaned impatiently, eyes cracking open blearily to search for you, for the reason you had stopped. Upon realising the unamused expression on your face she bit her lip at her mistake, her cock leaking excessively at the denial.

“In your mouth, please!” She rephrased. Donna’s head of dark brown hair threw back suddenly when you resumed your pace, her stomach clenching and unclenching noticeably in tandem with your strokes. Her legs widened ever further, her milky, freckled expanse of flesh revealing itself to you beneath her bundled skirt. In her desperation to spread herself further, offer more, her feet knocked over several of her dolls that lay by the bottom of the couch. Too lost in her pleasure, Donna didn’t even notice through her loud moans.

For a moment you continued this sweet torture of pumping your hand up and down and she feared you would force her to cum this way, unsatisfied and desperate for more. But, true to your word, you lowered your head and quickly took the better part of her length back into your mouth. You hummed a little around her and swallowed, your abandoned clit pulsing beneath your own skirt. Wanting nothing more than for Donna to release down your throat, you snaked a second hand up between her legs and wrapped ever so gently around her balls, stroking and rubbing tenderly with your thumb.

This seemed to be her breaking point and Donna cried out loudly, louder than she had all night, hips bucking uncontrollably as you bobbed and suckled through her release. Warm, thick cum shot down your throat, some of it gathering at the base of your tongue and you closed your eyes appreciatively at the taste.

Her cock twitched beneath your tongue as you lapped around the head, cleaning her up. One long, intentional glance upward revealed her lidded eyes watching you, fluttering softly as the pleasurable aftershocks ebbed and flowed in her lower stomach.