#donna x reader

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. 

۫ ꣑ৎ Being in a relationship with Donna Beneviento—one of the lords in the village and one of the children of Mother Miranda—can be quite dangerous. You would have eyes on you at all times, wherever it is from the villagers, Mother Miranda's crows or by the other lords. But worry not because with Donna by your side, no one can touch you much less hurt you. Not even Mother Miranda.

۫ ꣑ৎ She loves you to death, and far more than herself. While she does love you, Donna is terrified of hurting you and/or you leaving her. She can be very obsessive and possessive over you, especially at the start of your relationship, but as time goes on she gets better with her feelings thanks to you, and while Donna is still possessive she doesn’t try to control you.

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna is a very touch starved woman who needs a lot of love and reassurance. She doesn’t understand what you see in her. Why did you choose her, a monster, an ill woman, over any other woman in the village, over Alcina. Her insecurities often cause her to lash out, but you never leave her. You are always there to comfort her and reassure her, making sure she remembers that you won’t leave her.

۫ ꣑ৎ She is a quiet woman and she adores having your company whenever she is working in her workshop, gardening, cooking or simply reading. Donna quite enjoys the quiet times the two of you spend together, it makes her feel comfortable. To Donna, there is nothing better than spending time with you in her small library, reading a book as you sit in comfortable silence.

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna is a dollmaker, so it is no surprise when she gifts you—her wonderful partner—a beautiful porcelain doll, one that looks oddly enough like it. Donna is also very particular with who she lets into her workshop since she enjoys being alone, but you are an exception because Donna much rather prefers your company over being alone.

۫ ꣑ৎ She keeps things that remind her of you. Hairpins you forgot, flowers you picked for her, even a piece of ribbon from a dress you once wore—she tucks them away in a wooden box, hidden in her room. It’s not something she talks about, but whenever she misses you more than usual, she opens the box and gently runs her fingers over each item, a soft reminder that you’re real and that you love her.

۫ ꣑ৎ Donna has trouble sleeping when you’re not beside her. Donna often wakes up in a cold sweat, plagued by nightmares she never dares to speak of, but when you’re there, curled up against her with your hand on her chest, she sleeps more soundly than she ever thought possible. Sometimes, she falls asleep watching you breathe, wondering if someone like her is truly allowed to have this kind of peace.

۫ ꣑ৎ Angie absolutely adores you. The doll is mischievous, loud, and she often acts as a voice for all the things Donna can’t bring herself to say out loud. Angie will often tease Donna in front of you, trying to get her flustered or force her into admitting her feelings, and while Donna pretends to be annoyed. It is cute, really.

۫ ꣑ৎ Every anniversary or special occasion is marked with handcrafted gifts from Donna—dolls, pressed flower arrangements, hand-stitched ribbons. She puts so much time and detail into everything she makes for you, her rough hands trembling with care. Even if she can’t find the words to say how much she loves you, her gifts always do it for her.

۫ ꣑ৎ When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Donna often hides away, locking herself in her room or workshop, not because she wants to push you away, but because she’s scared of breaking down in front of you. But over time, Donna starts letting you in—even in those moments. You’ll find her sitting in silence, head low, hands shaking, and she won’t speak a word. But she’ll reach for you. And that alone says everything.

࣪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.