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Their… tryst… had started simply enough. Alcina had always been a little insatiable, the maidens could only give so much satisfaction. Their blood was so sweet, turning less floral and more spiced when she would deflower them with care, dragging fingers along fluttering walls.
But Donna, she had always smelt less artificial, a crisp apple compared to the maidens thick cough medicine scent. It was practically unbearable being in the same room as her, delicate lavender flitting through the air, but Alcina managed. Just about.
Bela had asked about it once, said how she seemed less agitated when Donna entered the room. Her mouth had gone dry then, only just avoiding stuttering through her answer.
“She is a budding flower, an almost ripe clementine. We must be gentle with her, lest she wither before she blooms”
Bela had agreed wholeheartedly, reigning in her sisters when Donna would come over for exceedingly rare visits.
One of those said visits had involved being measured for a new dress, something a tad lacy, a gown that hugged her curves and showed off her best assets. That smell followed Donna, juicy pear and daffodil, but something else too.
Alcina would recognise it anywhere, especially considering it had only shown its face when she had stripped down to her undergarments for the measuring.
The syrup thick scent, cinnamon and chamomile. Heady, beautiful, and as delicate and quiet as the source.
Arousal.
What little peeks of skin she could view from the gaps in Donnas veil showed her usually alabaster skin to be scarlet, flushed with blood she longed to taste. A familiar warmth pooled in her own groin. Donna must be dripping for that scent to overwhelm her usual one.
Alcina smirked. She was nothing if not a flirt.
“Donna, my dear, would it not be easier to remove your veil? I can’t imagine you can see too well out of that thing”
The woman, so small in comparison, shuddered for a moment. Then, with shaking hands, she touched the edges of her headpiece.
“I-“
Breeze quiet, down soft. Sweet.
Angie had been strictly banned from measurings, after the whole Moroeu shoulder incident. Donna was alone in the room with her.
“It’s alright dear-“ Alcina cooed “you must be getting warm under there. It’s just us in here”
Donna nodded, turning around and reaching her shaking hands to lift the hood over her face. Her raven hair came into view, tightly wound into a bun, with a hint of fringe at one side. The tips of her ears burned red, and her whole body seemed to quake with the effort of turning around once more.
“Can we… get b-back to m-m-“
Shy was a word to describe Donna Beneviento, her stammer always coming back when she was intimidated. Alcina nodded towards her, patient to let her finish her sentence.
“Can we get back to m-m-measuring”
Alcina gave Donna a wide smile, it was always nice to see the doll maker work past her insecurities.
She had seen Donna before of course, in paintings and the rare gathering in which Miranda made her shed the security blanket, but seeing her now. Eye half lidded, flushed bright red, pupil like a saucer….
Arousal slick and seeping into Alcinas nostrils.
She couldn’t help herself. Or perhaps she could have, but she didn’t want to. Alcina took a step towards Donna, such a small woman she could practically grasp her waist in one hand, and bent down to get a better look.
“You’re beautiful, darling”
The adorable squeak that left the woman’s lips, the blush brightening further, her eye flitting between Alcinas gaze and lips the same, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Donna had barely the time to breathe before Alcina pulled her body towards her, crashing rosy pink lips into lipstick burgundy.
She ran a tongue across Donnas lip, the woman’s mouth dropping open as she deepened the kiss. She wormed her tongue in, tasting the wine that had been provided by the maids, tinged with blood. Not Donnas blood, it wasn’t sweet enough to be the doll makers, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.
It was only when Donnas pulse slowed from the previous hummingbird tune that she pulled away.
Something about seeing Donna, lipstick smudged across her lips, drool leaking from her still open mouth, it made the slick coil of want curl even tighter.
“I am going to lay you on my bed, I am going to bite you, and then I am going to taste you as I take your virginity. Are you amenable to that?”
Donna replied, louder than she had ever heard the woman be, desperation leaking into her voice.
“Oh god yes”
Alcina practically tore off her clothes, revealing pale, freckled, flushed skin. Donna made a choking sound, and was thrown onto the bed. Still in her undergarments, Alcina took a moment to appreciate how Donna looked, soaking through her panties as she rutted against the bed, trying to keep her knees from buckling.
“Turn and face me, petală. I want to see your face as you come… undone”
Donna turned, carefully laying back onto her elbows, thighs squeezing together in a sorry attempt to relieve some pressure. It didn’t work, all it achieved was spreading slick onto her legs. Alcina leant onto her bed, pulling down the black panties that were even darker with the drippings from Donnas cunt, licking her lips at the smell.
If her blood smelt sweet, her arousal would be impossibly more so.
“If you need me to stop, I want you to say ‘Karl’. That’s your safeword petal, alright?”
She nodded demurely, and reached her hands back, unhooking the simple brasserie she wore, revealing her breasts to the woman before her.
Alcina smirked, fangs flashing and eyes predatory.
“I will enjoy this, I’m going to mark you, bite you, fuck you until you can’t remember your name. You won’t come until I say you can, and you won’t stop until I command. You’re mine now petal, I’m keeping you”
And with that, she went for her shoulder, the space between neck and collarbone, biting deep and drawing a low moan, splashing more slick onto the bedsheets.
Donna had a thing for pain. That would come in very handy.
Her blood was intoxicating. Flavours passed by, unable to pick out any in particular, as Donna nuzzled her head into Alcinas crown, letting out moans as she bit deeper into the soft flesh.
Her hips bucked slightly, pressing against Alcinas knee as she tried to get some friction.
For once, she decided to take pity, bringing a large hand down to circle her clit with feather light caution.
“aA-Ah Alcina p-please”
It was barely a croak, but loathe to pull away from the ichor she was lapping up, Alcina merely dove in, thumb flattening against her clit as her index rubbed around her opening.
Tight, unused, delicious. Alcina would have fun stretching out all of her holes. But that was for the future, and for now she wanted to focus off the choking moan she heard as she plunged her finger down to the knuckle.
Her taste changed with immediate effect, turning smoky and alcoholic, warm against her tongue. Mulled wine, that was what she tasted like. Donna quaked, wetness drooling down from her cunt as her abdominal muscles clenched.
Taking one last sip, Alcina pulled away, taking a good look at Donnas face as she did so.
It was well worth it, she was almost hyperventilating, tears rolling down her cheeks, sweat sticking her fringe to her forehead. Most of all, she was smiling, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to drown out some of the moans.
“None of that now petal, I want to hear you”
She grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head, twisting the finger in her cunt as she did so, rubbing her clit with cruel delight.
“Now will you keep them there, or do I have to tie you down like a dog”
Donna shook her head furiously, bending her elbows into a more comfortable position but keeping them above her head.
Alcina didn’t miss the way she clamped down on the wriggling finger when she mentioned restraints.
“Good girl. If you move them I’ll have to punish you, but if you’re a good girl…”
She plunged another finger into the writhing depths, Donna shrieking as she did so.
“Ohh, what an obedient little pet”
She began fucking her in earnest, rough and harsh but taking the edge off with small rubs on her clit. Bending down once more, Alcina pulled Donna towards her spot, positioning her legs over her tall shoulders, all while kneeling on the plush bed.
She sniffed deeply, and dove in for a taste, drawing wanton moans from Donna as she suckled on her clit and pounded her fingers into her all the same. A third was added, fitting snuggly alongside the others, stretching out the doll maker on Alcinas large hands.
Donna was beyond moans now, legs twitching against Alcinas head, cunt clamping down hard enough to hurt. She babbled, but no safeword left her lips, so Alcina kept up the pace.
A fourth finger added, and that was all it took for the shivering to stop, as every muscle in Donnas body tensed, the woman wailing incoherently as she came.
She tasted so good. Being vampiric in nature had its benefits, bodily fluids tasting pleasant being one of them. But even if she wasn’t one, Alcina would be addicted to the taste of the quivering doll maker beneath her.
Lapping up the last remnants of arousal, Alcina drew back, letting Donnas legs drop back to the bed. She was shivering, more than before even, and Alcina could barely make out some soft noises.
Sobs.
Donna was crying.
Panic rushed through her, as she carefully scooted up the bed to where Donna laid, arms still above her head.
“What’s wrong petal?”
It was the same voice Alcina used when one of the girls was upset, about as nice and calming as she could get.
“I-I’m s-sorry”
The woman was wailing now, pulling her arms back down to cover her tear stained face. It was pathetic in a way that warmed Alcinas heart, and she decided to pull Donna into a hug.
“Whatever for?”
It took a moment to understand the hiccuping sobs, Donnas unused voice struggling with the words.
“I-I came with-without permission”
“Oh love”
Alcina peppered her face with kisses, less demanding and more comforting than her last one.
“You were so perfect, sweet petal, so good for me. I forgot that I had told you to wait, I just wanted to taste you.”
Donna brightened at the praise, nuzzling into her bosom.
“really?”
High pitched and squeaky, but endearingly adorable.
“Of course petal. No maiden in the past has been such an obedient pet for me, only you sweet thing. It was a privilege to have you coming on my tongue, but to know you tried to hold back because I commanded it?”
Alcina nipped her ear playfully.
“That makes you the best little pet I’ve ever had”
Donna looked up at Alcina with that wide eye, smiling warmly.
“You-you don’t need to punish me?”
She barked out a laugh.
“No no, sweet pet-“
She deflated slightly in her embrace, barely perceptible but there.
“Not unless you want me to”
Donna flushed, brighter than before , pressing her face into the crook of her neck, letting Alcina get a view of the mark she had left.
“That will have to wait for another day, petal. For now, a bath, and sleep for you”
“In your bed?”
“I would be a cruel mistress if I didn’t let my darling petal sleep in the bed with me”
Donna relaxed at that, pleased with the praise, and melted into Alcinas touch.