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Can you do Dimitrescu sisters x fem witch maid reader, who’s cold to others, but kind and soft to the Dimitrescu, both Alicina and her daughters, also reader is dating all 3 sisters.

Here you are dear!

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The Test

Dimitrescu Sisters x Witch Reader

Requested by: kaymerx

"I am entrusting you to my daughter Dimitrescu. I caution you, she is not as lenient as me so watch your sharp mouth. She has three daughters who can be problematic, but that does not give you any excuse. I expect you to continue your studies even while not under my watch. You'll be expected to contribute to the household one way or another."

"Yes Mother Miranda, thank you," you answer. 

The trip to castle Dimitrescu was short but the imposing size made you pause as you take in the gothic architecture. Not as lenient as Mother Miranda. You scoff to yourself, Mother Miranda and lenient don't belong in the same sentence which doesn't give you much confidence in this 'daughter' of hers. You walk into the castle and are greeted by a distinct smell of smoke, and the further you walk in you find a roaring fire welcoming you from the cold. A young girl, no more than 16 at best, scuttles out from a set of double doors and startles upon seeing you. 

"Oh, pardon. You must be Y/N correct?" She asks. 

"Yes that is correct," you say flatly. 

"Follow me."

The girl leads you down a partial flight of stairs and into a seating area where you find a near 3 meter tall woman in a cream colored dress, and a large black hat shielding her face. The woman looks up and her golden eyes burn through you but you remain stoic like Mother Miranda taught you. She flashes an all too forced smile, her crows feet becoming more prominent and her laugh lines highlighted by the motion. 

"Ah Y/N. Mother Miranda said to expect you. I have set out the entire West wing for you to conduct your studies. I have two rules. The first is only my daughters and I can hand out punishment, if one of the staff wrongs you, you come straight to one of us. The second is all new magic must be practiced outside, you are free to use as you please but I would greatly appreciate not having another hole blown in the wall."

"Thank you ma'am. I understand and accept these rules."

"Now, you'll be waiting me personally. Mother Miranda had nothing but praise for you so I have very high expectations. You'll find your schedule in your quarters, and I suppose you should meet my daughters. Wouldn't want them to think you're apart of the common rabble. Daughters!"

Three figures appear nearly instantly, swarms flooding the room as they take on the appearance of women. Beautiful women. Deadly, beautiful, women. Your eye catches the blood staining their mouths and chins, all of them various degrees of messy judging from how much stains their mouths and..chests. Now you understand your true test. It isn't to further your studies to help the village, no, it's to see how well you handle 'distractions.' Each daughter steps forward when being introduced; Bela is clearly the oldest with blond hair and an air of superiority like her mother, Cassandra the middle with black hair and she must be the huntress from how fluid her motions are, and Daniela the youngest with red hair and a gleaming smile that makes you swallow. 

"Bela will show you to your room."

"Thank you again ma'am for the opportunity to stay here."

"Mmm manners. I think you'll do well here."

The west wing is perfect. There's a small winding staircase which leads to the outside and you catch Bela's hesitation when explaining so. Mother Miranda has been helping you with your physical magic, but your strong suit was always alchemy. Lady Dimitrescu must have caught wind of such because she provided ingredients only your wildest imagination could concoct. You know yourself now, you'll get lost for hours just discovering the properties of them all. You set your bag of minimal belongings onto a nearby bed, Bela doesn't comment on it but you know she notices. A sudden wave of embarrassment washes over you, but you've gotten exceptionally well at hiding your true feelings. 

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Hiding your feelings from the sisters is much easier said than done. Especially around Cassandra. She'll say the most unhinged comments about a staff member, her sisters, or something else entirely and you can't help but stifle a laugh. You caught on fairly quickly that the west wing is rarely visited by Lady Dimitrescu, so the daughters spend time there with you under the guise of 'checking in.' In reality they're hiding or bored, and you won't deny that you do in fact enjoy hosting them. Thanks to the lady's infinite resources she accepted your request for books, stocking the entirety of the wing with tomes. You found out within the first few days that Daniela is a very curious book worm. She was the first to visit you, asking you questions about your work, genuine questions, not the annoying ones that the villagers or staff often ask. 

Yes now you know why Mother Miranda sent you here of all places. If she truly wanted to test your skills she would have sent you to Benviento, another woman with dastardly wicked powers similar to yours. No, she sent you here because she knows you only have one true weakness: attractive women. This may be the first test of hers you'll fail. Despite the setbacks you've excelled in your studies. Lady Dimitrescu has given you free reign of the entirety of the castle, a rather open schedule, and she's more or less agreeable when you make odd requests. In exchange, you wait on the lady and follow her every command. You help her dress, have tea with her in the morning after breakfast, help her file away some reports for her business or Mother Miranda, have free time, then help her undress in the evening. Only once has she asked you to use your powers, and that was when some creatures from the basement escaped and managed to harm another maid.

You can't complain though, Lady Dimitrescu treats you exceptionally well and in return you give her the same treatment. Can't say the same for the rest of the staff though. Many of them make snide comments or throw looks your way and you can't help but say something in retaliation. Lady Dimitrescu has warned you about it, so you learned that if you're gonna say something it has to be in front of one of the daughters. Specifically Cassandra because she'll usually laugh it away and join in on the taunting. You don't know why the other staff irritate you so, but being around them makes your blood boil, and you can't help the sarcastic comments that leave your mouth. Needless to say it opened a door for you and the middle daughter to become rather close.

Cassandra lounges on a love seat one of them brought up from storage for when they tire of standing or floating. You've perfected your levitation spell, and even now enchanted items float around the room awaiting you to grasp one. She taps a floating glass coming toward her and sends it on another trajectory before sighing heavily and dramatically to catch your attention. 

"What is it?" You ask softly. 

"I'm bored," Cassandra whines. 

"Hi bored, I'm Y/N," you respond. You learned that from Daniela. 

Cassandra scoffs, "ha ha. Can't we work on something else? You've been mincing that root for an hour!"

"We?" You ask with humor in your voice, tilting your head to look over your shoulder at her. 

"Okay...you work on something else? Please?"

"Well, because you said please."

You set down the mixing bowl and scrap the fine powder into a tube for safe keeping. Cassandra flies up from the love seat and appears in front of you, a knowing smile on her face. You sigh softly and rest your fists on your hips. 

"You want to watch me practice don't you?"

Cassandra nods. 

"You know, I'm beginning to think you only like seeing me half naked," you tease. 

"It's definitely a bonus," Cassandra flirts back taking a threatening step toward you. 

You swallow and look away to hide the creeping blush before grabbing your journal and another book into your arms. A spot out back where no one really goes has been designated your practicing spot. Cassandra watches from the foyer, staying in the shaded area while you take off your top shirt and pants, leaving you in your undershirt and skin tight shorts which end at your mid thigh. You learned early on that practicing spells can sometimes have backfire, which can cause things, like clothes, to catch on fire or worse. After one awful backfire that melted your clothing to your skin, you decided you start striping instead, now only dealing with minor scrapes, bruises, and burns. Her sisters don't take long to join, all three of them leaning in the entrance way as they watch you concentrate. 

Currently you're working on a concentrated weather spell, the ability to manipulate the weather itself in specific areas. The winters in the mountain are brutal, spring is nothing but flash floods from snowmelt, summer brings drought, and fall is more flash floods. How cool would it be to be able to ease the transition of seasons a little better? Make it rain during especially dry spells? Reduce damage to the village by curbing rain to prevent flooding? The possibilities are endless. 

You flex your shoulders, roll your head, and raise your hands, reciting the incantation and reaching out your arms. Nothing. It takes time, and sometimes, some witches can't produce certain spells. You won't give up that easily though. You continue to try, the summer sun beating down on you as you try to conjure up some relief. Finally, at your wits end, with the final push of your strength and mental strain, a cloud forms overhead and rain pours down on top of you. You laugh excitedly, dancing around as the rain soaks you to the bone, and then over the sound of rain you hear whooping. The three daughters are also cheering for you, having finally conjured the spell after so many failed attempts. The anti-cast spell is the small across the board and you wave your had to dispel the rain leaving you the sun's embrace once more. The three daughters, unapologetically, raking their eyes over your drenched body. 

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"Ugh where is it?" You sigh as you scoop more things away. 

There's a soft buzzing that rises behind you, but you ignore whomever has joined you this early morning as you continue to search. 

"What are you looking for?" Daniela asks. 

"My lipstick! I always leave it in the same place and now I can't find it. You know how picky your mother is. I can't show up without it," you explain, continuing to shove stuff to the side. 

"Well let me help you."

Daniela grabs your shoulder forcibly and cups your cheek with her other hand before her lips find yours. You pause, eye wide before the connection happens in your brain and you close your eyes, kissing her back. She breaks the kiss and tilts her head, using her thumb to clean up a smudge but otherwise her own lipstick sticks to yours perfectly. 

"I think you should help again. Just to be certain," you mutter. 

Daniela smirks wickedly and kisses you again, this time you deepen it and wrap your arms around her waist. She starts breathing heavily, her grip on your cheek hardening as your hands explore her backside. That is until her mother calls out for you, notably angry if she's loud enough to reach your quarters. You and Daniela separate, both of your lipsticks now smudged. Perhaps you'll go without today. 

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There's a knock on your door. You furrow your brows. No one knocks on your door. The sisters just come in unannounced which has led to them catching you mid change. They liked what they saw because it led to them taking off what you worked so hard to put on. Lady Dimitrescu rarely visits and you hear her long before she knocks. So that could only mean on thing. You sigh in annoyance and open the door to reveal the maid, carrying a shaky tray which you steady by taking from her.

"Here you are miss Y/N. Blood wine, tea, and those biscuits you like," the maid stammered. 

"Thanks," you reply flatly. 

"Um I also added more sugar cubes this time. I know you like your tea sweeter."

"If this is your attempt at sucking up then I suggest you reel it in. I like it sweet because whomever is in charge of brewing, has never obviously brewed tea in their life. It comes out bitter. Honestly, how do you mess up tea?"

"I-I'm sorry I-"

"This is why I specifically ask for the hot water. I'll brew it myself from now on. You're dismissed."

The door closes on its own and you bring the tray inside, opening the kettle of hot water and then adding an infuser with tea leaves inside. A body stirs on the bed as Bela sits up, stretching as her naked body gleams in the light from the hundreds of floating, endlessly burning candles. 

"You're so mean," Bela comments, "it's kind of hot," she snickers. 

"I don't want to waste energy on niceties. Besides, I know most of them don't last long anyways. No point in acting like everything is fine," you respond, handing the cup of blood wine. 

"Oh yeah like when you first got here? I thought you were incapable of emotional output from how stoic and serious you were all the time," Bela teases. 

"O-okay! In my defense, that's how Mother Miranda taught me to be. Also, might I add, you were kind of a bitch when we first met."

Bela gasps, "I was not!"

"Really?" You challenge, "might I remind you that you threatened me numerous times within the first week of me being here?"

"You liked it," Bela smirked taking a drink.

"Might I also add what happened to Alisha?"

"We don't talk about her," Bela spits. 

How you first discovered that the daughters had, apparently, laid some sort of claim on you was by a maid named Alisha. She tried to speak to you on many occasions but you shot her down before her words ever took flight. Then she made the mistake of outwardly trying to flirt, brushing her hand over your muscles, complimenting you, purposely flipping her hair to show off her cleavage despite your clear disinterest. Bela did the dragging, Cassandra did the flaying, and Daniela was the one who told her sisters. 

As you cuddle up with Bela in your bed, knowing one of the others will soon be there to drag you away for their own personal use, it's safe to say you certainly failed Mother Miranda's test.

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"To Be The One" Ch. 8 Eveline

Chapter 7

Master Post

Nightmares. She startles awake through the entirety of the night from nightmares plaguing her but she quickly crashes from exhaustion. The desert. The sun beating down on her as she wipes the sweat from her brow. A traitor to her home, a hero to her country, a traitor to her family, a hero to her platoon. Explosions. Screaming. Blood everywhere. All she sees is her dragging her comrade whose legs were blown off. Shielding a child from seeing her family executed as she holds her shaking form.

When Faekah awakens in the morning, at least she believes it's morning, she groans softly as she lifts her head up slowly. Wiping her hands over her face to try and brush the night away. She blinks and looks around her scattered papers before noticing the blanket draped over her shoulders. She removes the blanket curiously as she furrows her brow at wondering when this appeared, then a slight blush creeps over her cheeks. There's only person who could have put the blanket on her, and the thought sends a wave of embarrassment through her. Then she looks over to see a plate of food sitting off to the side where there's a hole in the scattered papers. Faekah takes the plate and nibbles on the food as she looks over her papers trying to piece together her thoughts. She seems to be tracking one thought in particular but the problem is she thinks it's entirely impossible and solely rests on speculation. She hears a stir in the air and turns around to see Mother Miranda standing there expectantly. 

"Good morning," Mother Miranda says quietly. 

"Good morning," Faekah responds. 

"Any luck?" She asks, walking over looking over the table. 

"Well um...I have a theory but it's preposterous."

"Let me hear."

"Well first I have a question, um, how does the mutamycete work? It's not like anything I've seen but somehow it's living."

"To be perfectly candid even I do not truly know how it works but as you have seen it shows properties of a parasitic mold. Hence why I was able to make the Cadou so easily."

"I see, and everyone in this village is infected somehow? Apart of the mutamycete?"

"Yes."

"I see."

Mother Miranda tilts her head slightly, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Faekah looks away to hide her blush, pretending to look through some papers and settling on one that's seemingly unimportant. 

"My theory is involves two hurdles: one being how do we know for certain we're imbuing Eva's essence into the host, and the second..goes against everything I stand for." Faekah turns around on her seat, firmly looking at Mother Miranda, "I need a fetus. Preferably from outside of the village."

Mother Miranda stiffens but remains collected, "alive or dead?"

"Preferably alive. I also need some of your DNA, actually I would want the DNA from Eva but I assume that's not possible."

"You want to imbue a fetus with the essence of Eva, and presumably the Cadou or strain of the mutamycete."

"Exactly!" Faekah responds excitedly. 

Mother Miranda remains neutral, instead she goes to one of the desks and pulls out a filing cabinet searching through it before taking out a rather thick folder. She hands the folder to Faekah, the file labeled 'E-001' weighs heavily in her hand. It doesn't take much for her to assume Mother Miranda has already tried this route. Of course she has. Faekah opens the file and begins reading the notes. There's a few names she doesn't recognize, but otherwise the train of thought is exactly like hers. They took an embryo, infused it with DNA from Eva and a strain of the mold, and created an actual human being they named Eveline. 

Faekah flips through the pages seeing that was a horrendous idea. She proved to be unstable, causing mass casualties, and eventually a large enough ecological disaster in Louisiana for the BSAA to get involved. Faekah remembers that. People whispered about it for months at work but no one knew for certain what it was or what caused it, they were told it was an unfortunate accident that killed a small family and a sheriff. Faekah knew there was more to it and this confirmed her suspicions. 

"Who are 'the connections'? They're mentioned a few times in this," Faekah asks. 

"An organization I thought had the same sentiment as I did. A way to bring back human life. No, instead they did what all humans want to do: make a weapon."

"Of course."

Faekah sits back in defeat, sighing heavily as she looks at the final page: a newspaper clipping of the Baker family tragedy. 

"Now you are all caught up," Mother Miranda says sarcastically. 

Faekah's mind didn't stop turning, she mulled over the information and flipped through the pages once more. Something didn't add up. It wasn't Eveline's fault, it was a product of her design and raising. She was aged too quickly, required too much. 

"What if we did it organically?" Faekah asks. 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...what if we started with an egg instead of an embryo? Raised it through maturity naturally instead of synthetically? I'm going to assume there's children in this village, and that the mold is passed genetically from parent to child. So we know the mold can survive in children."

There's a gleam in Mother Miranda's eyes, "I might be able to simulate a womb so we can see the process. It'll be slow, but you might be onto something Faekah."

Faekah smiles and watches as Mother Miranda begins clearing space and she follows by clearing the desk nearest her. Once all the desks are cleared Mother Miranda begins taking out equipment and now it's Faekah's turn to hover. Mother Miranda looks over her shoulder at her then shifts to the side to give Faekah room to watch. It's fascinating to watch Mother Miranda work, her mind follows the same track as Faekah which is a breath of fresh air. Someone who understands. It's also fun to see the little ticks Mother Miranda does, clearly having some form of OCD and ADHD by repeatedly doing something or getting distracted by something. 

Faekah steps in and helps her by holding pieces of glass together while she puts together some machinery. She hums thoughtfully before pausing her movements and running her hand underneath her mask over her chin. 

"There's only one facility I know that's successfully raised a sheep from fertilization to birth without the mother. I'll need to get some of their equipment or at least the schematics."

"Do you need help?"

"No, you rest up, I'll have everything prepared tomorrow."

Faekah nods her head and leaves the lab to rest in her room, crashing finally to give her brain a break. Thankfully no nightmares which means she sleeps hard, heavy, and even snores. When she awakens she stretches and groans softly, sighing heavily as she touches her hair in realization that she's utterly gross from not showering. She looks through the room and decides to check the dresser just for fun and to her surprise, finds clothing in there. It's not her normal style but she's thankful for the items regardless as she grabs what she assumes to be a neatly folded dress. She hates dresses, but she knows better than to complain when something is gifted to her. 

However taking a bath makes her miss her old apartment. She has to boil water if she wants warm water, but thankfully there's a spout inside the bathroom she only has to pump. She pours the hot water into the tub to make it lukewarm and quickly bathes herself before it cools. Once she's nice and clean she eats some fruit left out on the counter of the kitchen before returning to the lab. Once again it's completely different; the desks and tables are gone except for two tables, there's a large machine on one far corner and a clear window looking into an empty basin. Faekah whistles in amazement as she looks at the machine. 

"How did you...you know I don't want to know," Faekah chuckles. 

"Are you ready?"

"Yes I am. Now, where are we going to get an egg?"

"Already done."

Mother Miranda moves a microscope and Faekah looks through into the basin to see an cluster of eggs ready. Faekah smiles but shivers slightly, really trying not to think about how Mother Miranda got this. Faekah moves to one of the tables seeing a few vials of blood liquid labeled 'MM' and another tube of yellowish liquid labeled 'E.' This must be Mother Miranda and Eva's DNA. 

"May I ask...how did you get Eva's DNA?"

"I never cremated her. So I extracted bone morrow."

"Most people might think this is crazy, but Eva is really lucky to have a mother go to such lengths for her."

There's a long silence and Faekah worries she said something wrong before Mother Miranda's voice, uncharacteristically quiet, breaks through. 

"How did you know I was her mother?"

Faekah tenses, "well, at first I thought maybe she was a past lover, but I assumed that lifestyle wasn't tolerated here. So the second option was she had to be a child."

Mother Miranda chuckles, "what lifestyle is that?"

"Being gay..."

There's a sudden presence behind her and she knows Mother Miranda is hovering behind her, making her swallow nervously. Two hands grasp her shoulders and she tenses, her breathing heavy as her heart hammers in her chest. 

"My word is law, and I could care less who people bed. I've been alive for over a hundred years. Attraction is primal, instinctual, and contrary to popular belief, it is entirely natural. Even here, in my village, entirely cut off from the clutches of the outside world, there are still those who divulge in same sex relations. There are many dangers that lurk here, myself included, but love is something sacred in its own right, even I cannot touch love."

Faekah relaxes and swallows back some uncomfortable feelings that try to wiggle their way up. She nods her head in understanding without looking up from her desk, the hand on her shoulders release them and the presence leaves. Faekah sighs softly, a remote village in the middle of nowhere is more progressive than half the world, more than her parents. She swallows again and wets her lips before trying to refocus on her task. 

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"Make Me Yours" Ch. 16 The Break

Chapter 15

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Carmen waits for a moment to ensure she's in the clear before she jiggles the key in the lock, pulling out the drawer to reveal the book. She takes it and opens it, the first page has a picture with a brunette woman holding an infant with only a date on it, 1918. Carmen flips through the book and the first few pages seem like they were ridden hard and put away wet, but the writing is readable at least. It's a diary of sorts; the writer, whom she presumes to be the woman in the photo, has lost her daughter Eva to illness. She's a wreck. She plans on taking her own life because she can't stand another day without her daughter. 

Then the writing changes as if an entirely different person, there's a mention of a Black God that blessed the writer. It has to be the same person because then the diary takes a turn into borderline madness on bringing Eva back from the dead. There was one attempt with a girl named Evelyn but that was deemed a failure according to the writer. Carmen pulls out another picture, this one seems to have a few different people in it with a young girl in the center, four males and two females not including the child. 

Carmen flips back to the original picture from the beginning with the woman and the infant. She looks between what appears to be a blond woman and the brunette from the first person, aside from the hair they look identical. That's impossible though, the date on the second picture is labeled 2017 so it can't be. Can it? Carmen snaps to a cold realization that would technically make sense but also makes her question the possibility. The author of the diary is Mother Miranda. 

Carmen shuts the book and locks the drawer once again, looking at the key as if it burns in her hand and she tosses it underneath the table. Maybe she'll believe it fell out of her pocket? Carmen goes back to the cell trying to piece together this new found information. Mother Miranda is over a hundred years old according to the diary and the photos, which must be caused by this Black God figure. Carmen believes in the supernatural. She can turn into a giant wolf for Goddess sake, but even this is a bit much for her to grasp. Everything Mother Miranda is doing, is to bring back her daughter. Is that why she hasn't killed Carmen yet? She wants to use her as an experiment?

Now everything makes sense from the snooping she did earlier. She could make out the word 'failure' in many of the texts and some drawings  that depicted werewolf-like creatures from a sci-fi film. Carmen starts to hyperventilate, so one mate wants her dead and the other wants to use her like a lab rat. Great. Now she really needs to find a way out of here. Footsteps from deeper in the cave echo in her ears which makes her stand up right to see Mother Miranda storming through the lab into the cell. She approaches Carmen and grabs her by the throat, slamming her with unimaginable strength against the wall. 

"Where is it?!" Mother Miranda screams. 

Carmen chokes out a few pitiful puffs of air until Mother Miranda releases just enough she can talk. 

"What?" Carmen chokes out. 

"You know what. Where is the key?"

"I-I don't know."

"Don't play stupid with me dog, I know you took it. You read the journal didn't you? Why I should just kill you now. You're not a worthy vessel anyways."

"For Eva?"

"Don't you dare say her name!"

There's a burning sensation on Carmen's throat, she squirms more and tries to break free. Carmen finally cries out from the burning and Mother Miranda drops her, a sudden look of surprise on her face. She takes a step toward Carmen with her hand outstretched but Carmen flinches away making Mother Miranda pull her hand back. The surprise and concern on her face vanishes in an instant as she straightens her posture, fixing her robe slightly as Carmen slowly stands. She rubs her neck whimpering softly and coughing to regain her voice.

"I'm sorry I looked in the journal."

"No, you're sorry you got caught" Mother Miranda spits. 

"I'm sorry regardless. That was an invasion of your privacy which I violated."

Carmen reaches out and touches Mother Miranda's hand, she withdraws it at first, sending a glare in Carmen's direction before she slowly lowers it back. Carmen reaches out again and this time she doesn't pull away, letting Carmen slip her fingers between her talons and bringing the hand up to her lips. Carmen places a gentle kiss on the golden chains covering Mother Miranda's knuckles.

"I'm sorry."

'How am I to trust you?" Mother Miranda asks. 

"Did you trust me to begin with?" Carmen responds.

"No."

"Would you have told me what I found in that journal?"

"Perhaps eventually. On my own terms. Once I know you wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't what?" Carmen pry's. 

"I don't know. I haven't been this uncertain in a long time. Something is gnawing at me about you. Usually I know exactly one's intentions, their thoughts, their actions before they do it. All thanks to the Black God. You however, there's silence.  I feel..." Mother Miranda scoffs. 

"Alone?" Carmen asks. 

Mother Miranda's grey eyes scan Carmen's face, a certain understanding shown in the fine lines and deep in the root of her eyes. She's genuine. It's been a long time since someone was genuine to her. She's used to the villagers and her lords worshiping her, hanging on her every command and word, yet Carmen feels different somehow. She's bold that much is certain. Mother Miranda sighs softly, continuing to let Carmen hold her hand which feels nice. 

"What am I going to do with you?" Mother Miranda scoffs. 

"Give me a chance to earn your trust?" Carmen asks coyly. 

Bold indeed. 

"I suppose I have no other choice. I can't kill you, and I'm not about to let you go either."

Carmen suddenly beams, "so is that a yes?"

"I suppose," Mother Miranda says hesitantly. 

Carmen smiles widely, her wolf leaps around in her mind. Her mate accepted her courtship which means she has a lot of work to do to impress Mother Miranda. Not an easy feat by any means, but one Carmen is prepared to take on. 

"Does that mean I can call you Miranda instead?" Carmen asks quietly. 

Mother Miranda shivers, "only in private. If any of the villagers or lords come around it is still Mother Miranda. Understood?"

"Crystal clear, Miranda."

"Now, tell me about how you would court a...mate," she spits the last word as if it burns on her tongue. 

"Well, first I would need permission from the potential mate's parental figures, if none are present then only the consent from the mate is needed. Then I follow a series of steps which boils down to flirting, showing proof that both mates can provide, and eventually mating by marking which seals the two as mates."

"And, as a mate, you are entirely devoted to that person no matter what?" Miranda asks. 

"Yes, I mean there's been rumors of mates being unfaithful to their mates and being severely punished by the Goddess."

"Goddess?"

Carmen beams again, "you might relate. Lore says she used to be a priestess when invaders tried to take over her home she imbued the villagers with the power of a wolf to defend it. Unfortunately that brought more invaders once they learned of their powers so she took her followers to an island far away from the mainland. When she passed she was worshiped as our protector and Goddess."

"I see, and she decides everything?" Miranda asks. 

"She's supposed to," Carmen says growing suddenly quiet. 

Miranda reaches out and strokes Carmen's cheek sending another flurry of sparks and tingles down her spine making her shiver. Miranda silently asking why she grew so quiet when she had that shine in her eye just a moment ago. Carmen swallows and sighs softly, leaning into Miranda's touch as she hugs herself. 

"When a wolf reaches maturity they go up the mountain where the Goddess shows them their mate, or at least give them some sort of clue of where to go, or something. Um.....when I went, there was nothing. Both times I did it, there was nothing."

"So how did end up here then?"

"Dreams. Out of nowhere I started having these dreams.." Carmen starts. 

"You saw them too?" 

Carmen snaps her head up looking Miranda in the eyes, swallowing thickly as she slowly nods her head. 

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Duty To Act

Mother Miranda x Fem Reader

Requested by: ResidentLover&

All of the unmarried women above the age of 20 are called to the church early one morning at the request of Mother Miranda. Of course everyone, including you, obey her command and line into the pews inside waiting with the others. She appears at the head of the church in front of her alter, her wings basking in the candle light as they flow like water behind her. Everyone bows their heads and whispers praise in Mother Miranda's name but she silences the room with a wave of her hand. 

"Line up" she orders. 

You stand in line with the others, each one stands in front of Mother Miranda and she waves them away ordering them back out of the church one by one. Then it comes your turn, you stand in front of the reverend mother, averting your eyes until she comes up and tilts your head up with one of her taloned fingers. You swallow nervously, locking eyes with her having never been this close to her before, her eyes are a dullish blue, bordering on gray that pierces your soul. She drops her hand and straightens herself once more. 

"The rest of you are dismissed."

There's no objection as you remain standing there, she raises her hand and motions with her finger for you to come forward. As you do she turns and you follow behind her as she walks away from the church through the village, as if making a spectacle of you. All the other villagers bow their heads to Mother Miranda, while they gawk at you. Why are you with her? What purpose do you serve? Your parents are the last ones you make eye contact with, a subtle feeling in the pit of your stomach that this is the last you will see them. 

She leads you up the mountain away from the village, away from the prying eyes and there you see where the priestess calls home. A cottage of sorts with ivy along the walls, moss atop the roof, and the exterior in far better condition than most houses in the village. Inside is the same; exquisite furniture as far as style but the house otherwise remains simple in its decoration. You walk into what looks to be a living room of sorts with a large rug, a fireplace, and an unused couch. Across is a table with two chairs, then what appears to be a kitchen with a sink, and simplistic stove. Mother Miranda leads you through the house and unlocks a door which reveals a dark stairwell, she orders you to go first and you obey. The steps are steep making you hang onto the railing for dear life as you slowly work your way down into the abyss.

The stairs lead to an unfamiliar room with things you've never seen before; floating things inside glass jars, anatomical drawings of various animals strung up on the wall, and the entirety smells like mold. You swallow to keep your face neutral, not wanting to offend her because the smell makes you want to scrunch your nose in disgust. You notice a cell to the left and absent mindedly step in the opposite direction which makes you bump into a nearby table. Luckily nothing fell but you reacted anyways, holding onto it to keep it steady before apologizing profusely for it to Mother Miranda. She says nothing, and instead walks forward deeper into the room where another door stands, then she turns to face you.

"This is my lab, where I conduct experiments and you will be helping me. You will be responsible for keeping my lab and the cottage clean and assisting me when I request it."

"I understand," you respond with a nod of your head. 

You couldn't understand why she would choose you though, even as she shows you your room and you settle in for the night it still bothers you. You have nothing to off other than mediocre cooking and cleaning skills, none which she asked about. It couldn't be off looks, could it? You're pretty but there's much prettier girls in the village, many of whom wind up married or in the clutches of Dimitrescu. So why you? One thing you know better than is to question Mother Miranda, you will do as your told and obey her every command. 

The next morning you awaken to fresh linens for your bed, and clothing to change into. A uniform of sort; long sleeved shirt, long pants, and an apron to cover the front of your torso and top part of your legs. You exit the room to find breakfast and tea awaiting you but no sign of Mother Miranda. You eat the breakfast silently and quickly, washing your dishes before going to the door leading to the lab. It's unlocked so you take it as your invitation to go down there, finding Mother Miranda already working away on whatever her current project is. 

"Ah you're awake. Good. Tell me dear, do you have a strong stomach?" She asks. 

"I suppose?" You answer.

"Does the sight of blood, organs, and possible other bodily fluids disturb you?" She clarifies. 

"No ma'am," you answer. 

"Excellent. I need you to dispose of my most recent failure, you can leave it out in the woods for the lycans to pick at."

You swallow nervously and follow where she points her finger finding a long table with a body on it. The body is cut open with organs spilling out, and blood has collected from a hole in the table into a bucket below. You withhold your gasp and turn your head away from the smell before looking around curiously for supplies. 

"Underneath the table to your left," Mother Miranda calls. 

You try not to think about her being able to read your mind, because how else would she know what you were looking for? As she said, there's gloves, trash bags, and everything else needed for you to properly dispose and clean up a body. You decide it would be easiest to transport in pieces rather than all one, it's a male, and judging from the looks of him he weights far more than you could lift. 

"Um, Mother Miranda?" You ask quietly. 

"Yes?" She responds. 

"May I....cut the body?" 

She straightens up and looks over at you, the beak of her mask poking through her feathered hood. 

"Whatever for?"

"I won't be able to carry the entire body myself, it would be easier to move it in sections."

"Hm, very well."

Now with permission you find a bone saw, familiar with the instrument considering you come from a long line of butchers. You saw the extremities; arms, legs, and head and transport them out of the cottage and into the woods like Mother Miranda requested. Next you put the torso into a bag and drag it up to the same spot, hearing the crunching of twigs and branches meaning you hurriedly dump the body and rush back to the safety of the cottage. Next you disinfect the table she used and dispose of the blood according to her instructions before you toss the gloves, bags, and other trash into a biohazard waste bag. 

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Mother Miranda is impressed with you to say the least; you do exactly as told and even make executive decisions that she approves of when needed. She's left copious amounts of mess behind all ranging from her human corpses to lycans and yet, you clean them without complaint. What she's not impressed with is how she is starting to...like you being around. She's been by herself with nothing but her experiments and occasionally the lords but she didn't realize how deprived of human contact she was. You're not much of a conversationalist which she enjoys, she hates idle chatter but when she does speak up in your direction you offer a yearning ear. 

She finally decided to tell you about her Eva, bringing her back because although you never voiced it your facial expression spoke curiosity. Besides, if you ever think of wrong doing or betraying her she'll simply kill you without hesitation. Well, she might experiment first because she hates to admit it but she's grown rather fond of your company. With this newfound information you view Mother Miranda in a different light. Not only is she considered the mother of the village, but she's actually a mother; a mother trying to bring back her lost child who was taken from her too soon. You can't say you wouldn't do the same if you had a child so you thank her for sharing such confidential secrets with you. Since then there's a shift in the dynamic between you and Mother Miranda, she watches you closer, studies your movements, looking for any signs of deviation. You show none. 

When her suspicions subside she leaves you for long periods by yourself while she handles the village and the lords. Often coming back and complaining about them to you as if you're a partner or trusted confidant. Today is one such day where she has a meeting with the lords and you have to mentally prepare to handle her energy when she returns. You've got a system down; finish chores, make dinner, make tea, and patiently await for her to return and be ready to listen. You have one chore left which is to clean out the cage in the lab where she often holds those she's going to experiment on. Her last experiment failed and usually they turn into lycans or a pile of dust if they don't die immediately. 

You open the cell door to see a full body lycan lying there but it's not moving so it must be dead. Right? Every alarm in your body is going off to shut the door, lock it, and leave it be but you don't want Mother Miranda angry with you for not completing your chores. It doesn't appear to be breathing so you step in and prepare to do with it what you've been doing with all the other bodies. Then it moves, snarling and jumping to its feet, shaking its head as it lets out a deep guttural growl. You can't help it, leaping back and screaming at the top of your lungs as the lycan lunges for you its claws digging into your arms which you hold up to protect yourself. It bites down and you let out another blood curdling scream as it tries to rip the very flesh from your bones. 

What appears to be a large, black vine of sorts shoots up from behind and spears the lycan through the head, splattering blood onto your face and making you gasp. The lycan's jaw slacks as it slumps to the side and you scurry back while holding your bleeding arm and shaking violently. Mother Miranda appears in front of you, holding out her arms as she helps you to your feet and takes you over to a nearby table. You sit on it as she rummages through her medical supplies, mumbling to herself incoherently as she pulls out a spray, some stitching, a needle, and bandages. She approaches you and sets the supplies to the side, taking your bleeding arm as she uses some gauze and saline to flush away what blood she can to see the wounds. Then she takes the spray and uses it over the area making you flinch and suck in a sharp breath. 

"This will numb the area so I can stitch you up, but you still need to hold very still," she says. 

You sniffle and nod your head as you watch her stitch your arm back together with the flaps of flesh she can pull together. Despite it being numb, and more than comfortable with blood you still flinch every time the needle pierces your skin. She finishes and wraps the arm up in a bandage before holding it gently in her hand looking you over. 

"Are you okay?" She asks. 

"Yes I'm okay," you answer.

"It's a good thing I got here when I did. Most of the damage is repairable with proper attention but there will be scar tissue left."

"Just add it to the rest," you joke. 

Mother Miranda looks at you seriously, "you've been hurt before?" She asks with a serious tone in her voice. 

You swallow, "I worked as a butcher, having scars is part of the trade. You should see my father, he has two missing fingers."

Mother Miranda sighs softly and lifts her beaked mask, seeing her maskless for the first time makes you hitch your breath. Her flawlessly pale skin, her bluish gray eyes, and her perfectly angled face draws you in. She leans forward and places a soft kiss to your temple before stroking your cheek with the back of her taloned fingers. 

"If anyone hurts you, or has hurt you, I will punish them  so viciously that the pits of hell will be a vacation in comparison."

You don't know why, but the statement makes your heart flutter as you nod your head in understanding. 

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Tease Pt. 2

Donna Beneviento x Fem Reader

Requested by: GoJDean

*NSFW*

*Oral, spanking, gagging, bondage, strap*

You hate this time of year for a multitude of reasons: you never know what to get Donna, she always manages to get you the most lavish of gifts, and she spends all of her time making dolls. Of course you understand, it's the holiday season and this is her busiest time of year but that's still not an excuse. You're antsy and frankly feeling neglected as all she does from sun up to sun down is work on her dolls. You understand, truly you do, but it still irks you regardless. Would spending three minutes with you be such a bother? Even Angie isn't as lively because all of Donna's energy is put into her doll making. Not to mention you've been trying to get Donna to give you some attention, of any nature really, only to wind up extremely sexually frustrated. She'll say she's in the mood, start kissing your neck, touching you, and then all of the sudden she'll fall asleep from exhaustion leaving you and your hand. Well no more. 

Donna is in her workshop of course, standing hunched over her current doll in the making and barely registering your approach. You wrap your arms around her waist, sinking your body into hers as you inhale her scent, digging your nose into her shoulder as you drown yourself in her perfume. Donna sighs softly, her muscles tensing from the intrusion clearly irritated from being bothered but she won't say anything. Instead she lifts her head to look at you, resting her cheek on your head. 

"Hello my love, I'm sorry but I can't give you attention right now."

"That's okay, I'm going to give you attention."

You gently lean your body into hers until she's bent over the desk, scotting her doll to the side so her chest can lay flatly. Before she can object you kneel behind her and lift her dress over your head to find her black, lace, thong awaiting you. You pull it down to her mid thighs and instantly bury your face into her awaiting cunt. Donna gasps and sighs heavily, sinking into the desk as she leans back into your face. The sudden realization she's just as touch starved as you are, perhaps more as your tongue expertly licks along her cunt and around her clit.   Oh how you missed her taste, devouring her pussy like your life depends on it as you swirl your tongue inside her then back to her clit, flicking it side to side just how she likes. Donna moans again softly and starts grinding her hips into you, riding your face as you continue to eat her out. 

"Oh yes, just like that," Donna moans out. 

You love the way she grinds onto your tongue, using your teeth for a little added friction as you take her clit and suck it before swirling it again with your tongue. She whimpers softly and arches her back, clearly just as desperate as you if she's already so close to the edge. You bob your head in tandem with her hips, meeting her in the middle with your tongue as she rides it for friction and loving the way it feels inside her. You land a firm slap on her ass cheek making her gasp loudly and lurch forward before moaning and sinking back into you. You smirk and pull away mid grind, she whimpers then grips onto the desk with white knuckled hands. 

"If you do not finish what you started, I will not touch you for at least a month you hear? You think now is bad, I won't even let you touch yourself," she threatens. 

You know Donna is true to her word so you give in and put your mouth back on her glistening pussy. Sucking her clit and running your tongue over it before moving and teasing her entrance with your tongue then back to her clit. You repeat, grinding your head with her hips as she squeaks softly and her thighs tense. With a final roll of her clit she gasps softly, her thighs shudder and tense as her orgasm rips through her and she hangs her head down on the desk panting softly. With your work complete you pull her panties back up over her hips and dash for your exit only to find the door locked. With a jiggle you try to pry the door open knowing it doesn't lock from the outside until you hear faint giggling on the other side. 

"Shit," you mutter.

"Did you think you could escape me so easily?" Donna asks with a soft pant. 

She stands upright and turns around to face you as you turn around and press your back to the door. The way she looms toward you, the light from her desk illuminating her in a ghostly back glow makes you shiver. 

"I hope you enjoyed that because now it's my turn."

The door jerks behind you, throwing you forward into Donna's arms before her dolls from the other side circle you and manage to drag you from the workshop to the bedroom. You struggle slightly but the dolls prove stronger than they look, plus, you're kind of excited to see what Donna has in store for you. The dolls bring you to the bed and push you down with your chest in the mattress and your ass in the air. They're replaced with leather straps which bind your hands to the bedpost leaving entirely at the mercy of the doll maker. 

"Oh fuck," you moan softly. 

"Such a dirty mouth, we'll have to take care of that."

Donna looks around with her finger resting on her lips before a wicked smile crosses them, she then shimmies her thong off and holds it up in the air.

"Open," she commands. 

You open your mouth and she packs the thong into it, making you moan softly as her taste returns from how soaked they are. Donna hums in satisfaction before she moves to the end of the bed, forcibly pulling your pants and underwear down. Instinctually you bring your knees up and arch your back, whimpering and moaning softly for her to touch you. 

"So desperate. Look how wet you are for me."

Donna lands a firm slap on your ass and you moan softly, closing your eyes as she lands one after another. Once both cheeks are swollen and red she eases up, rubbing them gently to feel the heat radiating off. Her fingers wet themselves, gliding up and down your soaking pussy before they roll your clit around. You moan softly and lean into her touch, her fingers playing with you while her thumb presses inside you. It's not enough to fully satisfy you but you moan loudly anyways, thankful for some attention, thankful for some relief. 

"So needy," Donna coos. 

She takes out her thumb and inserts her two fingers, holding them there as she kneels behind you, leaning over to whisper in your ear. 

"Ride them," she commands. 

You rock your hips back and forth, grinding down on her fingers and bouncing off them while your moans are muffled by her thong still firmly in your mouth. She curls them to hit your gspot and you see stars, desperately picking up your pace as you rock back harder. You pant through your nose, getting yourself off on her fingers deep inside you. You whimper quietly and slam back into them before she pulls her fingers out, making you shiver and whine while she tsks you. 

"You didn't think I would let you cum that easily did you? Oh no, I have a special plan for you."

The bed creaks from her removing her weight and you listen to her footsteps as they walk around the bed. You turn to see her at her nightstand and you clench around air as you watch her pull her strap out. Your heart flutters as she steps out of your view but you can hear her undressing and the metal clasps of the leather harness being put together. The bed creaks again with the return of her weight and you feel the cold tip of the strap at your entrance. 

"Now, be a good girl and take it, and I might let you cum."

You nod your head and arch your back again, ready for her as she slides in with ease and you moan from being so deliciously filled. She holds herself there for a moment before reeling her hips back and slamming them into you. She starts a brutal and fast pace, her hips sapping yours with each thrust of her hips. Donna moans quietly while yours fill the room thankful she lives so far away from the village, otherwise everyone would hear you. The only other noise is the sloppy, wet sound of her hips joining yours from how wet you are, the strap stretches you in every possible way. You clench down around it and start rocking your hips in tandem with Donna's hips, now the slapping amplified. Your ass cheeks burn and each time her hips make contact you let out a little shudder of painful pleasure. 

Donna grabs onto your hips, using them to her herself steady but also to now keep you in place while she hammers into you. You moan lewdly and your legs start to shake and tense, Donna reaches between your legs and starts rolling your clit which is the match to the fuse. You gasp through the thong, sucking in a breath through your nose as Donna slams her hips in one last time. Your orgasm hits you hard, you entire body ignites as burning waves of pleasure permeate your body. Heat encompasses you as you relax and sink into the mattress with a soft moan as Donna pumps herself a few more times to let you ride out the orgasm. When she pulls out you feel empty, but a warmth floods your pussy and the cool air hitting your wetness makes you shiver again. 

Donna loosens the straps and then grabs your hips again, flipping you onto your backside as she looks down at you. With an evil smirk she straps your hands back to the bedpost, then lifts your legs up with your knees toward your chest. 

"I'm not done with you."

Then she slams her strap back into your awaiting pussy. 

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Inked Up

Dimitrescu Sisters x tattooed fem reader

requested by: apos

Go backpacking they said. Travel the world with your inheritance they said. Don't waste it all on pointless things. Thanks to your parents dying and leaving you a fat trust with more money you could ever spend in your lifetime, you decided to take their advice. You spent a large portion finally inking yourself the way you truly wanted; entirely. Full arms, full legs, chest, back, ribs, feet, pretty much everything except your head, breasts, and private area. Now instead of doing the responsible thing and investing some of that money, or buying a house, you decided to travel the world. Why not? Oh yeah, because you might end up in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, surrounded by crazed cultist who thankfully aren't the American type of cult, but also hunted by three weirdly attractive, big tit, gothic, vampires. How specific. 

Of course the goth vampires caught you. You never were one for cardio and now you find yourself stuck in a dank cell, surrounded by creatures from a horror story, and no way of escaping. To make matters better, it would seem the goth vampires have a mother who is the largest woman you've seen in your life. She commented on your appearance, saying it was 'unwomanly' and 'unattractive' to be so heavily tattooed. Stating only 'prisoners' and 'sailors' wore that much, but you stood there with pride. You're proud of them, every single one, even the ones you got because fuck it, you wanted something to fill the space. The opinion surprised you, considering her daughters each had a forehead tattoo themselves but you said nothing. You weren't useful in their wine, whatever that meant, and you would 'taint' the reputation of the Dimitrescu household by parading around 'like that,' as the lady put. She threatened to slice you to ribbons, and wielding her power which put the literal fear of God in you but one of her daughter chimed up. A blond, later you find out named Bela, spoke on your behalf. 

Bela thought that you could have more personal use. Your mind went straight to the gutter, how could it not? However she had other plans in store for you; being her personal maid. If not for the ever loving threat of death and torture you would have found it cute how at the first moment of being alone, all three of them wanted to know about your tattoos. Bela, and her sisters Cassandra and Daniela, all had their reasonings behind wanting to know: Bela wanted to know why you would do that, apparently sharing the same sentiment as her mother, Cassandra wanted to know your pain tolerance and which one was the most painful, and Daniela liked hearing about the ones with more meaning. It became very clear, very quickly that they were not used to someone with as many tattoos as you because the other staff you met were bare. The only other tattoos were the forehead tattoos the daughters had, which they were more than happy to share with you why they had them. 

You expected Daniela, the romantic, to be the first to corner you alone but to your surprise it was Cassandra. She was fascinated with your ink, and once dragged you away to draw your own designs on her with their version of a permanent marker. You're not artist that's for sure, not compared to the intricate designs on your body, but Cassandra loved it. Her mother did not which bought you a one way ticket to the dungeon where Bela promptly let you out with the promise not to do something so foolish again. You did it again anyways. Cassandra, in a feverish fit, pulled you to her room one night and discovered just how many more hidden tattoos you have. She is more your speed; her sexual hunger insatiable as she drags round after round from you, leaving her marks along your body wherever bare skin lay. 

Daniela was next, often absentmindedly tracing her finger over the tattoos while you read or she was reading. Asking questions about the outside world, all the places you've been and seen. Your body is like a map having gotten a tattoo everywhere you went in their traditional style. You even got a stick and poke tattoo from a small village you visited. She loves the stories you tell, hanging on every word and more than once trusting you enough to fall asleep on you as you spoke. You make the first move on Daniela, hoping to push your luck a little, after all you're pretty certain their mother will kill you once she finds out about you and her daughters. Might as well have fun with it. Once she found her sister's scratches and bite marks she flew into a jealous rage about how her sisters always leave her out of the fun. With your sicken, sweet, silver tongue you made promises to make it up to her and make it up to her you did indeed. Throwing caution to the wind as you littered her body with your own teeth and nails. 

Bela came around eventually. Her curiosity peaked when she discovered scars underneath some of your tattoos. Incidents from your past that you prefer to keep there and she respected that, but she looked at you with a sense of understanding. She would take your arm and carefully run her hand along the bumps that the tattoos couldn't hide,  counting them occasionally and just examining them other times. Bela worried when she fed from you the first time, unlike her sisters who dug in when they felt like it, she asked before hand and never fed from your arms. Often she fed from your shoulder and worried the scars would ruin the design but you reassured her. 

"Even if they do, they're scars I want. Scars with a better story that don't need to be hidden."

She knew about you and her sisters and that brought along huge hesitation on her end, not wanting to cause a stir or unnecessary drama. However Bela's vice is curiosity, and she couldn't stand that there were portraits on your body she hadn't seen. At first she disguised it as innocence, wanting to see what all the commotion was about. Then you lifted your shirt first and dropped your pants without a second thought, letting her enjoy the view. Then her not-so-innocent stares turned into touching, and you closed the space between her and you by locking your lips with hers. 

Of course their mother found out, and of course she threatened to skin every last tattoo off your body one by one until you had no skin left. Once again Bela came to your defense, as did the other two, having not had this much excitement in, apparently, a long time.  Even some of the staff seem fascinated by your extensive artwork, fitting right in with the band of weirdos and freaks of the village. Their mother was furious but she wouldn't deny something that clearly made her daughters happy, even if for a short time. She made it abundantly clear that her approval doesn't mean she likes you, in fact, she loathes you with every fiber of her being. She cares about her daughters more than her own feelings though. Before she changes her mind the daughters each grab ahold of you and drag you away while thanking their mother. With another adventure ahead of you, you wonder if anyone in this middle of nowhere village does tattooing. 

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Body, Flesh, and Bones Ch. 9 "Aftertaste"

Chapter 8

You quietly close the door to your bedroom behind you, not wanting to alert anyone sleeping but the moment the lock latches you slump against it. You drank blood! Blood. Human blood. Raw human blood. Willingly. You want to vomit. You want more. You want to curl up and wither away. You've never felt better. What did they do to you? Even as you lay on the bed sleep does not come to you. You close your eyes but remain awake the entire night, tossing and turning for any sort of relief from this nightmare. When morning finally does come you still feel the rush of adrenaline from last night, despite not sleeping a wink you feel refreshed, better than you have since you woke in the container. A knock on the door signals that your escort to breakfast has arrived and you rush over to change so they don't know you didn't sleep. 

To your surprise when you open the door you're greeted by a cream colored dress with faint brown stains lining the bottom of the dress. Lady Dimitrescu. You swallow and step out looking up at her, she only looks back before turning to walk down the hallway with you in tow. Neither you nor her say anything to each other, the walk is silent except for the click of her heels on the wooden flooring. She takes you to the dining room and sits in her chair with you sitting beside her, as her daughters sit on the opposite side. Instead of your usual plate of food there's only a glass of what you assume to be blood wine, and in front of you a plate of mysterious meat. Judging from the cut it must be pork, you hope with every fiber of your being that it's pork. It's cooked on the outside but the rest is entirely rare, raw in fact. You scan over to the daughters to see they each have a similar piece of meat too but they carve into it like they're starving, droplets of wine and mysterious substance bleeding from the corners of their mouths. 

You take a bite of the raw meat, chew it slowly and methodically. It certainly tastes like pork, and when you swallow you nearly choke from how much saliva has built up in your mouth. Stealing a glance at Lady Dimitrescu you see she eats elegantly, cutting her meat into cubes and bringing them up to her mouth unlike her daughters. Returning back to your plate you eat another bite, and another, and another until the meat is gone and the wine is drank. 

"Y/N" the Lady says suddenly. 

You look up and she gives you a look when you don't answer, making you clear your throat, "yes ma'am?"

"I'll be joining you today. Show me how much you've gotten done."

"Of course, my lady."

She stands and you take that as your cue to also stand and follow her to where you've been doing the book keeping. You show her your work so far, not much to report, everything matches and shows consistency. She nods her head and allows you to continue, only this time she joins you, scanning over other documents while you work. You work much slower with someone hovering over your shoulder, anxiously double checking, even triple checking that your work is correct. Then comes the inconsistency. You furrow your brows and look back and forth between a few documents to make sure you didn't make a mistake then look up to Lady Dimitrescu. She's sitting in the room, her legs folded at the ankle, flipping through some documents, her large black hat covers her face. She looks like a painting from how still she holds while reading, you shake your head to stop your staring as you feel your ears burn slightly with embarrassment.

"Lady Dimitrescu?" You say quietly. 

She looks up and your ears burn further as the light does her all the justice in the world; highlighting her face and framing it in a golden glow with slightly hooded eyes that stare through your soul. You swallow nervously as she gives you a knowing smile, she knows exactly what she's doing to you. She may not hear your heart, but your face is a tell all as you look away sheepishly and bring forth a pile of papers. 

"I found another discrepancy. Did you by chance change services or book keepers? Everything is consistent until this moment. After this there's a change, extra money is being spent on your...services."

The Lady takes the documents and just now you notice her bring up a pair of glasses which she settles on her nose as she looks them over carefully. 

"Interesting. Yes, Bela used to do this for me but since I have given her other responsibilities. I had another maiden take over who was exceptionally well versed in math and finances like you."

"What happened to her?"

You know what happened, and the lady looks at you as if you just asked something incredibly stupid. 

"She forgot her place," Lady Dimitrescu answers.

You swallow and ask no further questions as the lady hands you the papers back, and you fold them into the file. 

"Keep this up, and remember, you have until the end of the week."

You still didn't know how many days the end of the week entailed, but you nodded your head in understanding anyways. Turns out the end of the week was four days, and thankfully you finished the entire year by the skin of your teeth. The lady permitted you to stay up past curfew so long as you promised to inform one of her daughters when you finished to be escorted back to your room. Instead you wound up falling asleep atop the pile of files and were woken by Bela shaking your shoulder. 

"Wake up," she orders. 

"Huh? Oh geez.." you start. 

"No time for that, gather what you have and get changed. You have five minutes, I brought you you uniform to save time."

Bela hands you the uniform and you blink, looking at her then the uniform once more before taking it. 

"Thank you," you say quietly. 

Bela swarms out of the room to give your privacy as you shed your old clothes and change into the clean ones, catching a whiff of yourself and grimacing. You definitely need to bathe tonight but there's no time now so maybe just keep your arms down. As you exit the room Bela holds up a small bottle of what looks like essential oil, it's purple and the jar is an intricate crystal like design. She takes the files from your hands and replaces it with the oil, tapping the lid with her finger.

"Lavender," Bela states. 

You shake your head slightly and take it, dabbing some oil on your neck and wrists. 

"Thank you again," you sigh. 

"Do not make this a habit. I'm only helping you because I don't want to go back to book keeping."

"Understood."

"Now get down to breakfast, it's acceptable for me to be late but not you. You have two minutes now."

You nod your head and rush through the halls, only coming to a walk once you are directly in front of the double doors. The Lady eyes you when you enter, she inhales slightly and narrows her eyes but says nothing as you take your seat. Bela appears a moment later and her sisters start giggling before they are shushed by the lady. You swallow nervously and when breakfast is served you eat nervously, thinking you did something wrong. When the Lady finishes she sets down her fork and clears her throat to grab everyone's attention. 

"Our suppliers will be here this afternoon. I expect all staff to make themselves scarce and daughters, please keep the bloodshed to a minimum. If it comes to that."

Her daughters buzz in excitement but collectively agree before the lady looks your way. 

"As for you, you will be by my side the entire time serving. Be on your best behavior," she says warningly. 

"Yes ma'am," you answer. 

She dismisses the table and you follow after her with the files in hand, she leads you to her office where you first met her. A shiver runs over your spine and you shake slightly as you stand there awaiting for the lady's final say. She goes over them once more to make sure she has all the information. 

"You were late today," she says breaking the silence.

"I thought I was on time?" You defend. 

"If you're not early, you're late in my book care to explain why? While you're at it, you can also explain why you smell like my daughter," the lady says with venom in her words. 

You swallow, not wanting a repeat of last time so you sigh in defeat, "I fell asleep in the office last night trying to finish the reports. Bela bailed me out this morning. She brought me a uniform and let me borrow some oil because I haven't bathed yet. I didn't have time."

The lady continues to look at you, staring as if you're decoration on the wall she can't remember getting. She raises her eyebrows and hums softly before returning her attention back to the files. 

"Well, I certainly appreciate the honesty so I'll let it slide this time. However, consider this a formal warning; fraternizing with my daughters is strictly prohibited. Should I find out, I don't care who or what you are. I will slice you to ribbons. Do I make myself clear?"

"Transparently."

A chorus of bells rings in the office making you startle from the loudness and instinctually grab your chest where your heart is. Of course there's nothing and you feel a sudden hollowness again, like you're not entirely whole. The lady stands which breaks you from spiraling and you follow her to the main hallway. 

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[ranchracoon]

Maternal Instinct

Mother Alcina x Child

Requested by: SuhHYEWON1

A knock on the carriage gate alerts the residents of the castle, who in Mother Miranda's name would be knocking at this hour? The mistress of the castle, Lady Dimitrescu, grabs a shawl from nearest her bed and wraps it around her shoulders. She ducks under the door-ways, grunting to herself as her impossible size makes it difficult to navigate the small corridors. When she arrives at the gate, she finds her hand maiden already there to open the door, the lady gives a nod, and the maiden opens the door to find none other than Mother Miranda herself. She holds something in her arms it appears to be draped over her shoulder and covered in a blanket of sorts as she walks into the castle to escape the cold. Snow blows in, and the maiden closes the large doors the moment the priestess is through the flurries that managed to make their way in melt instantly from the sheer heat of the castle. 

"Mother Miranda, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The lady asks. 

"Dimitrescu, I have a favor to ask," Mother Miranda speaks. 

"Of course. Anything."

Mother Miranda pulls down the blanket to expose a face hidden in the crook of Mother Miranda's neck. 

"A child?" The Lady asks. 

"Yes, another unfortunate failure to bring back my Eva, and I need you to care for her."

"Me?!"

"Yes you," the priestess sighs irritably. 

The Lady is, for once, speechless as she shakes her head slightly to regain her consciousness before clearing her throat. 

"May I ask why?" The Lady asks. 

"Because I cannot have a toddler running amok in my lab, she'll be too great of a distraction to my work. You already have three children, therefore you have experience unlike the other lords. You also have the funds to keep her fed, clothed, and housed. In addition, I don't know what powers she'll have or how the cadou has impacted her. If she remains in tact, she may be another lord for the village or serve another purpose."

The Lady kneels down and opens her arms the child stirs and moans as she loses her warmth from the priestess and is transferred into the arms of the lady. The child is humorously tiny compared to the overbearing size of the lady, but the child curls up into the blanket and moans softly as she returns to her restful sleep. Mother Miranda turns and exits through the carriage gate door it slams shut and locks with a loud thunk that makes the child stir. The maiden approaches apprehensively, looking between the child and the lady quickly before straightening herself up. 

"My Lady, is there anything I can do for you to assist you?" The maiden asks. 

"No, you are dismissed, but meet with me later. I will need some supplies from the Duke."

"Of course, my lady," the maiden bows and retreats to her own chambers. 

The lady stands and carries the child back to her personal chambers and lays in bed with her cuddled against her chest. The Lady doesn't sleep; instead, once the child is comfortable enough, she sits up carefully and pulls out a journal, marking down things she will need to care for a toddler. The child looks to be about 3, but due to malnourishment would fit in clothes meant for a 2 year old. Beneviento would be an excellent person to reach out to for toys and clothes; she'll need to educate the child too, so many things. The lady reaches over and gently cups the child, feeling around until she then writes down she'll need cloths to make diapers. The last thing that crosses her mind is a name. She can't keep calling her 'the child.' Does she have a name? When the child awakens in the morning, she sits up groggily, rubbing her eyes as she looks around curiously. Then her eyes land on the tallest woman she's ever seen, her eyes widening upon seeing the lady look to her smiling. 

"Good morning," the lady says softly.  "You're tall," the child points out.

The lady chuckles softly, "why yes I am."

"Where's mother?" She asks. 

The Lady stiffens.

"Do you mean Mother Miranda?" The lady clarifies. 

"The bird lady," She answers. 

"She's gone. You'll be staying here from now on."

"Oh," she says calmly, "are you mother now?" She asks. 

The lady takes in an unneeded breath, she was hoping to ease into this but the child's eyes hold a maturity for someone much older than her physical age. She's seen much. The lady isn't a therapist, but she makes a mental note to be weary of what might cause trouble down the road.

"You can call me mother if you would like.  Do you have a name?"

"Me Gloria."

"Gloria. That's a beautiful name," the lady pauses for a moment then looks toward the clock, "I bet you're hungry, let's get you some breakfast, and meet your sisters."

Gloria sits upright, her head perking up, "sisters?" She asks. 

"Yes."

The lady scoops Gloria into her arms, keeping her close to her chest as she ducks through the doorways once more. The way Gloria instinctually grasps onto her makes a warm tingling feeling emanate up her body. She hasn't felt this way since her first daughters were reborn, and even then they were grown women with the mentality of toddlers. Now she has an actual toddler. Which means the castle will have to be child proofed, and now she realized she'll have to ease Gloria into their life style. She's young, and impressionable, it will become normalized to her quickly. The lady sits Gloria in her lap considering the chairs are far too big for her to fit in by herself, she'll need a booster seat at least for another two or so years until she's big enough to fit in the chairs. On cue her daughters appear from their swarms, Gloria huddles into the lady hiding her face when the bugs appear and form the grizzly sights of the women. 

"Ooh what's this?" One of them coos. 

"We've never had a child before" another adds. 

"Knock it off you two, you're scaring her" a third chimes in. 

"Daughters, settle" the lady commands. 

Gloria peaks her head over her shoulder to look at the three women, their faces covered in red substance and their unsettling smiles make her hide her face again. The lady rubs Gloria's back soothingly. 

"There's nothing to be afraid of little one, these are your sisters," the lady whispers. 

Gloria looks up at the lady then looks back at the three women, still clutching onto her dress tightly. 

"Daughters, this is your new sister Gloria. Gloria, these are your sisters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela."

"A new sister?!" One of them asks excitedly, scaring Gloria to hide her face and tuck impossibly closer to the lady. 

"Yes, which means she will need all of our help to raise her. I expect you three to set good examples of how to behave which means limit your discipline and activities."

"Awe" the three of them whine. 

Breakfast is served, the maiden from last night is the first one out, handing the lady a glass with a thick red liquid and setting out a plate of human food for Gloria. The other daughters are served raw meat, also with thick liquid in glasses. Gloria shifts in the lady's lap and eats her food sloppily, shoving it into her mouth and nearly choking on it as she does so. 

"She'll fit right in," snickers Cassandra who shoves a piece of meat into her mouth. 

"Enough. Gloria slow down, no one is going to take it from you," the lady says. 

Gloria whimpers quietly but slows her motion, taking time to chew and swallow before taking the next bit of food. The lady sighs and takes a drink of her wine, thankful the girl hasn't asked why her sisters are eating raw meat. The lady isn't ready for some of these harder topics, the poor thing borders on should know, and shouldn't know. 

"Rachel," the lady calls. 

"Yes ma'am?" The maiden answers, stepping forward. 

"I made a list of things I will need from the Duke, please collect it and tell him he will be paid half now, and half when everything is delivered. Use the lei from my desk."

"Of course ma'am."

"Lilliana," the lady calls, and another maiden steps forward. 

"Yes ma'am?"

"Please take a few others and start child proofing the castle. All breakables above hmm," the lady looks at the child then back at the maiden, "about 105cm, cover sharp edges, and make sure all doors are locked tightly."

"Of course ma'am."

The lady turns to her daughters, "Bela I want you to call Beneviento and request some things for Gloria, toys, clothes, anything else she's willing to provide. Daniela and Cassandra I want you to help Lilliana, which includes ensuring your own rooms are locked tightly."

"Yes mother" the three of them answer. 

"And you" she looks down at Gloria,  "need a bath." 

After breakfast the lady carries Gloria to her chambers with the adjoined bathroom, the tub is practically a swimming pool compared to the small size of the child. The water only has to be filled a little ways before it reaches her belly button. The lady strips Gloria of her rags she calls clothes and dips her into the warm water where she scrubs off the dirt and grime. She drains and refills the tub until it runs clear, meaning Gloria is squeaky clean when the lady wraps her in a towel and holds her tightly. Thankfully Rachel returned with a handful of cloth diapers, and a singular outfit that will have to suffice until Beneviento can make something. 

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It becomes quickly apparent that the lady is a little in over her head trying to keep a toddler entertained from sunup to sundown.  Rachel and surprisingly Bela become a blessing, taking over when the lady becomes overwhelmed by the sheer demands of an actual toddler. Rachel single handedly potty trains, having potty trained her four younger siblings it was second nature to her. The Lady will trust them when she has to go to meetings, and so far Gloria shows so signs of from her cadou implant. The only sign is a scar on her back which has veins expanding from the incision site.

Of couse the daughters and the lady can catch Gloria in an instant, but they let her run ahead and pretend she is faster than them. Which on more than one occasion has resulted in knocking over something antique and expensive. The first time the lady was furious, she wanted to unsheath her claws or curse but then she looked at Gloria's hands. They're so tiny, and it reminds her just how young Gloria is. Instead, the lady kneels to her height, scoops her up, and talks gently to reprimand her for it to not happen again. The older siblings on the other hand, were given very stern words for playing so recklessly in the castle when they know better.

There's a shift in the castle though, the daughters have all but abandoned the staff to spend time with their new baby sister. The staff works with a little more ease in their step that they won't immediately be cut in half in they make a mistake. The lady herself has become more lenient, she has to be; she was livid when Gloria spilled something on her antique furniture, or when she found tiny finger prints on the windows that were left open then she remembered how temporary it is. Her icy exterior has melted away. Furniture can be replaced, and she didn't know any better about keeping the windows closed. 

Gloria loves every minute of it, she has the sole, undivided attention of her mother and her sisters. The moment she falls and becomes hurt they rush over to shower her with love and make her laugh until she forgets she was injured in the first place. Her favorite game is hide and seek. Gloria goes running into the dining room where a few staff members are cleaning and she hides herself underneath the table, making a 'sshh' sound as she does so. The staff giggle amongst themselves and continue to clean until the lady comes into the dining room, very obviously seeing Gloria and hearing her 'shushing' the staff. 

"Hmm, ladies, you wouldn't have by any chance seen a small child named Gloria running past have you?" The lady asks jokingly. 

"No, not in here my lady" one of the ladies answers in the same tone. 

"Oh dear, I seem to have completely lost her then" the lady says as she walks around the dining room, "perhaps she's in here" she says, opening a cabinet that obviously would not fit Gloria. 

Gloria giggles wildly and covers her mouth trying to quiet herself down when the lady gasps, "oh my! I hear giggling, but where could it be coming from."

She does this for another minute, pretending to check the dining room until she looks under the table, "oh there you are!"

Gloria giggles so hard she falls over, then she scrambles to her feet and runs out into the living room where she's cornered by Daniela who scoops her up and swings her around. Daniela then whisks her away to the library where they built a fort using books and blankets, then snuggle up until Gloria crashes on top of Daniela. After dinner, the lady carries Gloria to a different section of the castle rather than her chambers, Gloria looks around curiously until the door opens to a large room. There's a canopy bed, a chest at the end of it, a desk, a dresser, and another chest filled with her toys on the other side. Gloria wiggles free and explores the room, gasping at the furniture and already looking through her toys ready to play again. 

"This is your room Gloria, you'll be sleeping here."

"Okay!" She says, not quite grasping the concept. 

The lady chuckles and scoops her up from getting distracted by her toys, changing her into her pjs, and laying her on the bed. Gloria looks up at her mother expectantly, when the lady gives her a kiss to the forehead. 

"Goodnight Gloria" she says softly. 

The lady stands and heads toward the door when the most heart breaking sound stops her in her tracks. 

"Mommy?"

The lady turns around and sees tears forming in Gloria's eyes, she sniffles and gets out of the bed, chasing after her and hanging onto the lady's leg, burying her face into her dress. She squeals as she begins crying, her shoulders shaking as she gasps and hiccups for air. The lady blinks and kneels down picking Gloria up and holding her on her shoulder, shushing her quietly and whispering soothing words. 

"Mommy stay" Gloria begs. 

The lady hesitates, she cannot fit in the bed meant for Gloria, but she puts Gloria back into the bed and lays her upper half the best she can. Gloria cuddles up to the lady's chest, sniffling quietly until she no longer sniffles and it's replaced with quiet breathing. The lady slowly removes herself and gives a soft kiss to Gloria's temple, brushing back some of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. 

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