#lesbianvampire

Alcina was enamored with her one and only. This beauty that mother Miranda gifted her for good behavior. A little scullery maid, typically no one special yet….she just was.

Alcina couldn’t figure out what it was but she just was special. The other maids and help picked up on the special treatment you got. Alcina took it upon herself to make sure you got proper meals, the cleanest room, and no one was allowed to drink from you.

She went as far as to forbade her daughters from “playing” with you. You were her most prized possession. One evening you were cleaning dishes when she summoned you. You quickly ran to her, “Yes mistress?” You bowed infront of her, knees digging into the cold porcelain of the castle.

“Rise.” To which you do— your eyes slowly meeting hers as a chilling hand lifts your chin up. “I’m promoting you…you’ll be my personal maid…too pretty to waste away in the kitchen.” You simply nodded, not knowing you were agreeing to be hers— mind, body, and soul.

For the first few months were spent doing simple tasks, almost like a trial before her demands began to be personal. For the lady of the house would ask you to sleep in her bed or eat breakfast with her or sit on her vanity to remove her makeup— intimate things.

These requests never made you feel uncomfortable— more embarrassed than anything. Embarrassed because you had almost perverse and romantic feelings for essentially your boss.

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One evening, when you’re laying on her plush chest in your simple cotton nightgown and her in a silken robe, she gently rubs your back with a gentle hand before asking the forbidden question, “what is my sweet angel thinking about?” Your face began to burn. For if you lied she’d know and if you told the truth she might hate you. Was hate worse than death? Who knew. The words escaped your mouth before you could think, “you. Us. kissing.”

Instead of anger or death like your expected, your smaller body shook as Alcina chuckled beneath your body. “How cute. Does my darling wish to have a kiss goodnight? Hm? Is that what you want?” You couldn’t speak just blush and nod which earned a soft growl. “Use your words babydoll”

Oh. “Yes mommy…” she purred with satisfaction before pinning her lover beneath her, taking in your fear and arousal before kissing your deeply. She tasted like iron and wine. Your chest pressed up towards her, back arched like a little whore who’s been begging for it. Which was true.

She pulled away to allow you to breath, “oh so eager? I can smell your juices love. Want mommy to take care of the painful ache between these sweet little legs of yours?”

You hid your face in your hands, “yes mistress” which earned your a soft kiss to your thighs before she slid your night gown up and began to devour your puffy lips.

She made sure to drag multiple orgasms from you. Suckling your clit, tongue fucking your hole, curling her finger just right— angled at your g-spot.

She happily drank your squirt as your soul had left your body and all that was left was a sensitive mess that she took great pleasure in cleaning up.

Okay well she did clean you but maybe there was slight nipples sucking and rubbing in said tub when she should have been cleaning you up…but that’s something to dwell on later.

Would you fall for her charm?

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