ranchracoon

[ranchracoon]

"Make Me Yours" Chapter 17: The Tour

Chapter 16

"Tell me everything," Miranda demands. 

"Well.."

Carmen begins to retell her dreams from the very first one on the mountain top to the most recent before she arrived at the village. How she saw the Dimitrescu symbol which led her to Romania, and how she saw Miranda for the first time. All of the events leading up to now, standing before yet another possible mate. Carmen scratches her head, she's never heard of a wolf with two mates before, but Dimitrescu did reject her so maybe it bounced to the next one. Miranda says nothing, Carmen curses the infernal mask hiding her face because she wants to know what she's thinking. 

"Interesting indeed. I'm in uncharted waters here," Miranda says softly then she turns her back to Carmen but Carmen can see her shoulders fall, "I will allow you to do what you must. If you truly believe you have the right person I will not hinder you at all, all I ask is you do not get in my way."

"You'll allow me to court you?" Carmen asks quietly. 

"Yes."

"Thank you but...that'll be a little difficult if I'm not able to leave."

"Figure it out," Miranda says before she disappears into a dozen crows that fly down the cavern of the lab toward darkness. 

Carmen huffs and crosses her arms, looking around the small lab area for anything she can use. First she decides to figure out her mate first: Miranda; leader of the village, powerful, clearly could provide security and comfort but Carmen has seen the state of the village. She doesn't care about her worshipers nor the other lords from what Carmen can tell. What does Carmen have to offer that Miranda doesn't already have access to? A pit forms in the bottom of her stomach as she thinks back to the words that Dimitrescu said, what could she offer other than entertainment? 

Carmen wanders around the space, trailing her finger over the tables and book shelves and anything else she can touch. Miranda is obsessed with bringing back Eva to the point it's driven her mad, and she hasn't had anyone to love since. She has no shortage of people who adore her so that's not the issue but then Carmen remembers how Miranda reacted to Carmen's touch. She got pretty far before Miranda came to her senses and decided to choke her. Sure she only did it to get the key, but maybe that's her way in. She'll have to skip a few steps in the courting process and like Miranda said.....figure it out. 

Miranda returns later with food which Carmen thanks her for and retreats into the cell to consume, not wanting to interfere or get any food crumbs on her work stations. She watches Miranda work silently, for hours, mulling over pieces of paper before scribbling things down then tossing them aside haphazardly. Carmen stands and walks over, her mind mulling over her conflicting feelings about what she has to offer as far a mate and for courting. Logically she knows she can prove she can provide, her victories on display on her body can attest to that. However, Miranda doesn't need the traditional courtship so she is also in uncharted waters. 

"Anything I can do to help?" Carmen asks standing beside Miranda. 

"Unless you want to climb onto that gurney to be my next test subject then no," Miranda bites back. 

Carmen slowly eases a hand around Miranda's waist, even under the layers of fabric and feathers she can feel her body tense. Miranda looks over her shoulder in Carmen's direction as she moves aside her, pushing her body closer to Miranda. 

"How about you take a break? You've been working for hours and, well, it's not like these are going anywhere," Carmen offers. 

"I can't. Breaks are not an option."

"Says who? You? Does it really matter if you figure it out today vs tomorrow?"

"Yes. Because if I figure it out today, I'll be closer to bringing back my Eva," Miranda says exasperated. 

"Take a break. Please?"

Something shifts in Miranda's demeanor, her shoulders relax and she lowers her head slightly as she looks at the papers before sighing softly. 

"Very well. What do you have in mind then?"

Carmen didn't think she would get this far, she scrambles for an idea, "um..maybe...you could show me more of the village?"

"So you can escape? No."

"You'll be with me the whole time and I've only seen a fracture of your power and I know you can overpower me."

Miranda blinks, "what did you say?"

"You can overpower me?"

"Before that."

"I've only seen a fracture of your power?"

Miranda scoffs but Carmen can see the edges of her mouth curl into a smile, "you mean fraction?"

"Oh...yeah that."

Miranda sighs softly, "fine, but we go this evening while the villagers are asleep. I don't feel like handling them too."

"Fine by me."

Miranda escorts Carmen from the lab through the cave system, they come across what Carmen can only describe as a large fetus looking thing. She jumps back and prickles. Her wolf inside her has her hackles raised and a low growl emanates from Carmen's chest. 

"That is the mutamycete. It is what will help bring back my Eva. It is what granted me my powers and how I have been able to grant extraordinary gifts to the village and its people."

Carmen looks between her and the thing, "that?"

"Yes. It is a blessing from the Black God."

Carmen keeps her comments to herself but she can't help but shiver, she's been sleeping and eating next to that?! It pulsates and thumps like a heart which only makes Carmen nauseous but she tries extremely hard to wear an unbothered expression. Not wanting to offend Miranda. Carmen doesn't get creeped out easily, but this? This massive, organ with black veins and sprawled out tendrils like a web makes her skin crawl. She most certainly is going to have nightmares about it. 

"Hurry up or I'll leave you here," Miranda calls out. 

Carmen couldn't move faster, she darts from her spot on the wall and catches up to Miranda. As they walk small torches ignite with every step they take, lighting the way until they come to an opening in the mouth of the cave. Carmen blinks but thankfully the night makes it an easy adjustment, she looks around and takes in the scenery; she's on one of the mountains that's for sure and she can see the village below with the castle to the side, and a huge open area of water on the other. Carmen squints and makes out a large circular area with giant statues and if she had binoculars she would make out the manor near the waterfall. 

Carmen hugs herself, if it weren't for the freezing cold and the state of the village she would think it's almost pretty. However it could never compare to her home. Carmen hides her deflation as the pit returns, her home sickness returning full force as she silently begs to be released from this prison. Something soft and warm hovers over her shoulders and Carmen realizes it's a jacket which she gratefully takes and slips on with a shiver. She looks toward Miranda who hasn't seemed to move but, who else would give her a jacket? Worse...where did she get the jacket?

"I thought wolves were supposed to be warm?" Miranda says with a hint of teasing. 

"Common misconception. We're very warm in our wolf form but otherwise we're no different than a normal human."

"Hm. I would like to see your wolf someday."

Miranda crosses in front of Carmen down a narrow pathway carved into the side of the mountain. Carmen follows with one hand death gripping whatever hold she can find on the sheer mountain face so she doesn't slip and fall to her death. Her wolf inside her made it difficult to concentrate because she was overjoyed that our potential mate wanted to see her. They reach the bottom quickly and Carmen continues to walk beside Miranda as they pass through the village. It hurts her heart to see people living like this; on the verge of starvation, houses falling apart, no heart or sense of community. 

Carmen thrived because of her family and friends and community, but now like these villagers, she's entirely on her own. She tightens the jacket around her shoulders as they pass by a large statue of a woman wielding a sword and shield, the shield sporting a goat's head. 

"Who is this?" Carmen asks. 

"She was someone from even before my time. Said she slayed a creature of brimstone and blood to protect the village but it's more of a story for children now. I don't feel her essence in the mutamycete, so a hardly believe she ever existed," Miranda explains. 

"Oh.."

Carmen looks up the pathway passed the cemetery where she recognizes the large stone wall leading to the castle of Dimitrescu. Carmen's wolf whimpers, the rejection playing freshly in her mind  before she forces herself to turn and catch up to Miranda. They go to a large circular area with two large wooden gates on the left and right side, and a pathway to the river in front of them. 

"This is the alter site. If you go right it'll take you to Beneviento's residence though she prefers to remain alone. The left will take you to Moreau's. If you thought the mutamycete was ghastly, wait until you meet him."

"I've seen his portrait," Carmen says softly. 

At first she did feel a sense of disgust for him based on appearance alone, but the longer she remains in this cursed placed, the more she feels sympathy for him. Miranda raises her hand in front of her. 

"That direction will lead you the ceremonial site where usually things like weddings are held. It will also lead you to Heisenberg's residence."

Carmen looks around and sees a large space near the gate they came through with barrels and lit candles, the area well worn and used from the dead grass making a perfect outline of something. 

"What was here?" Carmen asks pointing. 

"Oh, That's where an annoying creature named The Duke likes to reside. He moves all over the village, and frankly he's a thorn in my side. Always butting his nose into business where he doesn't belong."

"Is there anything you do like?" Carmen scoffs. 

"What do you mean?" Miranda asks accusatory. 

"I mean, everything you've talked about you basically admit you hate. You keep saying things like annoying and judging from the state of the village you don't like them. So I want to know, is there anything you do like?"

Miranda approaches Carmen, the height difference would make her snicker if Carmen wasn't actually a little terrified of what Miranda will do to her. 

"I have been stuck in this miserable village for over a hundred years. You have been here, what, a few weeks? They only serve me as test subjects. I could care less about their state of well being. Apologies for not having a bleeding heart like you, but after so long of trying to care and only being taken advantage of, I stopped."

"Yet you bring me food, and gave me a jacket to keep me warm. So somewhere under that cold exterior is still that heart that cares."

"Because you're more important. I can't let you die just yet."

The pieces of the puzzle are finally starting to make a picture as Carmen straightens up a little more, looking down at Miranda. She has the entire edge of the puzzle complete but now she needs to fill in the space in the middle. Carmen now suspects why Miranda has been chosen as her mate; Carmen is head strong, fiery, but also cares deeply about others, especially those less fortunate because she's always been blessed and fortunate in her life. Miranda seems to have abandoned those values long ago, but perhaps Carmen is the part of the puzzle that brings everything together. The final piece you didn't know would be the final piece until you've gotten there. 

Carmen takes a step forward, "or is there another reason you want to keep me around?"

Miranda scoffs, "because of the mate thing?"

"More or less," Carmen says coyly. 

Carmen is now inches away from Miranda, with another step she closes the space and leans her head down so she's more eye level with her. Miranda postures but doesn't move, Carmen slowly reaches up and holds her numb fingers up. 

"May I?" She asks, her fingers hovering over the mask. 

Miranda tenses, Carmen can visibly see her shoulders scrunch up and her breath stops materializing in front of her. She gives a curt nod and Carmen slowly removes the mask to expose Miranda's face, finally getting a good look at her. She has a pointed face with skin as pale as the snow, her eyes are dull and grey but there's a twinkle of a spark if Carmen stares long enough. Her hair is blond, slicked back underneath the feathered hood of her cloak and she seems to wear the permanent expression of a child who didn't get their way.�� 

What do you have to offer me other than cheap entertainment that I can get from the local brothel?

Carmen hesitates as the words burn her from the inside out, she needs to find a way to make that her advantage. She hates the thought of using her body as her courtship, but what do you give someone who ultimately has everything figured out? Deep down Carmen is certain that what Miranda's courtship entails is someone who can be her partner, give her affection that she desperately craves, give her love. Carmen pushes through her mental block and closes the space between her and Miranda, her lips finding Miranda's. 

[ranchracoon]

Until The End

yandere human angie x fem reader

requested by: Misa_Amane19382

The basket sways in your hands as you walk up to the manor, humming softly a random tune stuck in your head as you see the waterfall appear in the distance. Angie is waiting for you on the porch, she waves enthusiastically upon seeing you and that puts a pep in your step as you nearly sprint the rest of the way. She greets you at the gate and opens it for you, letting you go to the porch and sit on one of the chairs as she sits besides you. Angie has been your best friend since you could remember, when you once went with your mother to deliver goods to Beneviento and you met the dark haired, freckled face, girl you now know. She's been there through everything; the good and bad, and now most recently the passing of your mother, meaning the task of delivering goods falls to you. 

"What did you bring?" Angie asks excitedly. 

You smile and reach into the basket to bring out a large, golden jar of honey, "made by yours truly."

Angie gasps and takes the jar, "oh my...it's beautiful! We have to show Auntie Donna."

Angie takes your hand and guides you inside. You would have been stricken with fear at the thought of meeting one of the lords face to face, had you not already met her a hundred times. At hearing the passing of your mother Donna has been someone you confided in, she gave you great comfort and even offered you a place in the manor should you need it. Angie presents the honey to Donna, and although her face is covered her movement shows excitement as she takes the jar to examine it. 

"Could you bake us some of your honey bread?" Angie asks. 

Donna nods and Angie excitedly bounces on her feet before dragging you to her room while waiting for the delicious treat. The two of you giggle like you did when you were younger and used to sneak into the kitchen during sleep overs. 

"So, what's new in the life of Y/N?" Angie asks laying on the bed. 

"Ugh," you say laying beside her, "Charles is being a real pain."

Angie shifts on the bed, propping herself up on her elbow, "what did he do now?"

"He asked me to marry him."

There's a shift in Angie's demeanor as her smile fades, "and what did you say?"

"No of course! Charles is like, 20 years older than me! He could be my dad! Besides...I like someone way better.."

Angie looks away, "oh? Who?"

You fiddle with your fingers as you bite your lip hard before reaching over to turn Angie back to looking at you, "please don't hate me.."

"Why would I-"

Angie stops when you cut her off by kissing her softly, hesitantly, and at first she's struck which sends you the wrong message. You break the kiss and instantly blush, thinking you've now ruined your friendship forever but she quickly recovers by kissing you once again. You kiss her until Donna knocks on the door with the bread, making you separate to different corners of the room which is definitely not suspicious at all. When you leave you give Angie a wave, a kiss goodbye, then start the long walk back to the village. 

You gasp loudly upon the declaration that Charles was found in the bay a few days later. Drowned from drinking too much and taking a swim is what the official report stated. 

 *          *          *

Donna knew when you told her about dating Angie, she was born at night but not last night. She wondered how long it would take from the way you two looked at each other, no mere friends looked at one another like that. She offers up the old gardener's house when you two become more serious, and frankly she's sick of...hearing how serious you two are. Angie wants to make it official so she invites you to the top of the waterfall and gets down on one knee to which you happily accept, hugging her tightly as she slips the ring on your finger. 

She makes you happier than you've ever been. Marrying your best friend would do that. Donna of course made your wedding attire, the entire village showed up and Angie was by your side the entire time. She would hold you close, kiss you deeply, and even surrounded by hundreds of people she made you feel like you were the only one there. She surprised you by carrying over the threshold of your new home, she refurbished the entire house by herself. All the furniture made by her, new walls, new everything. It doesn't look like the old, run down gardener's house anymore. Now it's yours. She showers you in praise, gifts, and love. Never letting you go to bed or wake up without a kiss, cooking all your meals, turning any little idea you have into a reality.

You couldn't be happier. 

*         *          *

You kneel in the dirt, digging row after row to plant seeds and now you sit there carefully laying out each hole with a germinated seed you spent all winter working on. Footsteps catches your attention and you look up to see Jonathan coming up the path with a crate in his hands. You smile and stand, brushing off the dirt as you meet him halfway but he insists on carrying it the rest of the way. He sets the crate near the door and wipes his brow, removing his hat to show his bald head covered in sweat as you go inside and bring him a glass of water. He thanks you and drinks it down before handing the glass back. 

"What's this?" You ask, pointing your chin at the crate. 

"Ah! Well, the catch was real good today. I mean real good. So I brought you a little extra fish as a thank you."

You chuckle, "a thank you for what?"

"For all those delicious vegetables you're gonna bring me once your garden gets going."

"Oh I don't know, but I'll certainly try. Can't make any promises."

"Well then, I guess you'll have to pay me another way."

"Oh-how much?" You ask turning serious. 

"A jar of that delicious honey should cover it."

You sigh softly and chuckle taking the glass with you as you find a jar of honey. When you come out you find Angie and Jonathan talking, but Angie does not look happy making Jonathan have a scowl on his face. You approach them and Angie wraps her arm around our waist as you hand over the jar. 

"Here you go good sir."

"Thanks. Have a good day," he says curtly and walks away. 

"That was strange..." you point out, "what were you two talking about?"

"Oh nothing. I guess he didn't like my critique of his salmon al la Jonathan he brought last week," Angie says. 

You tsk, "be nice to him. He's a sweetheart and it was very kind of him to bring it over. Even if it was very, very over peppered."

Angie kisses your temple, "do you like him?"

"Of course I like him, why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're married to me," Angie says coldly. 

You roll your eyes, "I know that. I like him as a friend, he's not my type anyways. I like them pretty, with freckles, and hair," you tease kissing her cheek.

Angie huffs out a small laugh before she picks up the crate to take to the ice box for storage while you return to your garden. Maybe you'll ask Donna for some tips, she always grows such lavish gardens.

Jonathan's funeral is held two weeks after he's found strung up on the mast of his boat, the poor woman who found him fainted and nearly drowned herself after falling into the water. Although odd to have two strange deaths so many years apart, it's not the first time a fisherman has accidentally hung themselves by getting caught in their rope. It's simply a coincidence. 

*          *           *

One is bad. Two is horrible. Three is a pattern. You sit in the kitchen watching Angie hum and cook dinner, happily swaying her hips as she does every time she cooks. First Charles, then Jonathan, and most recently Ruth. She was a young pretty girl, with red hair that was as wild as blackberries in summer. At first you didn't think anything of it, until Angie basically accused you of cheating simply because you had some friendly banter with her. Even the local inspector came to your door to ask questions, one which made your blood run cold. Why is it all three victims in the last ten years have all been seen with you shortly before their deaths? Angie threw him out. 

"You are my wife, and no one will disrespect my wife under my roof," she said to you.

Angie sets the plate down but your stomach churns seeing it's fish, which makes you think of poor Jonathan. Angie takes a bite then tilts her head in your direction when she notices you not eating. 

"Everything okay love?" She asks. 

"Did you have something to do with their deaths?" You boldly ask. 

"What? Where's a crazy idea like that coming from? Is it because of what the inspector said?"

"He has a point Angie. Charles, Jonathan, and now Ruth all have a single connection: me. Don't you think it's weird that all three of them mysteriously died? That hasn't happened ever and now three basically right after one another?"

"They were accidents. Nothing more, you're just being paranoid."

You try to argue more but Angie cuts you off giving the indication she doesn't want to discuss it anymore. 

*         *         *

Angie tightly holds you to her side, kissing your forehead as you smile and snuggle into her as you walk to the village together. The warm summer air is slowly cooling to make room for fall, which means it's the perfect time for the summer festival. Angie opens the gate for you and you step through to see the bustling village of people all commencing in merriment. You breathe in deeply and smell all the delicious food that makes your mouth water making you bounce on the balls of your feet.

"What do you want babe?" Angie asks, pulling you by your waist. 

"One of everything. I'm starving," you answer. 

"One of everything it is."

You walk beside her until you get distracted by beautiful jewelry that you stop to admire, looking over each piece thoroughly. Someone bumping into you forces you to catch yourself on the table then turn around to see a young man about your age, clearly having hit the cider booth too hard. 

"Sorry," you say, even though you were standing still. 

The man grins and leans against the banister of the jewelry tent, "I'm sorry I haven't been graced by your beauty yet," he slurs. 

"Oh-kay coming on strong here," you say with a snicker. 

"Now what's a dingy place doing having a beauty like you," he says again, his hand going for your waist. 

Another hand shoots out and grabs his hand forcibly making him yelp in pain as Angie steps into view. She bends his hand back, forcing him to his knees as he cries out again.

"Talk to my wife again, and I'll break your hand off," she threatens. 

The man nods and whimpers before she releases and he scurries away leaving you behind. You look at Angie perplexed but also, you can't help but be a little turned on by the display. The way her muscles flexed and her forearms popped from the motion. It also sparks a bit of fear, having never seen that side of her before only makes you question your reserves from before. Her involvement in the 'accidental' deaths. 

"That seemed a little excessive.." you say softly. 

Angie turns to you and takes your side gently, "no one talks to my wife like that except me."

*          *          *

Now you're certain. Angie is most definitely responsible because that drunkard man from the festival has been labeled as dead after pieces of his clothing were found near a wolf's den. You're not the only one who thinks so. Secretly you've reached out to Bela Dimitrescu, the only person you seem to be able to communicate with since Angie has forbidden anyone else except Donna. You stash letters and Bela finds them, leaving her responses for you and you quickly burn them in the fireplace before Angie can find them. Or so you thought. The door to the house slams open, Angie stomps in and grabs you by the wrist yanking you from your seat and onto your knees. 

"Ow Angie!"

"You want to leave me?!" She curses, holding up the letter in her hand. 

"I-no-how-"

"I found it blown from the bushes near my mother's grave! How could you! After all I've done for you, you want to leave me?!" She screams. 

"Angie please you're hurting me," you cry, trying to break free from her grasp. 

"You are mine! You belong to me, and if I can't have you. No one can."

She drags you by your wrist to the back room. 

Bela shows the letters to the authorities when you're reported as missing, and although Donna swears Angie wouldn't do such a thing they inspect the house anyways. They find nothing and Angie sits on the porch watching them walk away. At least they didn't check under the floorboards.

Master Post

[ranchracoon]

Faith, Trust, and Communication

Mother Miranda x Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

requested by: your-mumxx

You groan and stretch as the morning rays break you out of your rest, flipping over to finally open your eyes without being blinded. As you blink the grogginess away you go to sit up and promptly flop back down onto the bed as excruciating pain courses through you. The entirety of your body hurts, your legs are sticky, the sheets are sticky, and you feel utterly gross and shameful as you remember the events of the night before. All the marks left behind twinge as you recall every bite, scratch, and bruise. You consented to it all, everything felt amazing in the moment, you've never orgasmed so hard or so many times in your life. So why do you suddenly feel like this?

Slowly you find the strength to get up from bed, making your way over to the bathtub and soaking in the relaxing hot water. You trace the indents of teeth marks, carefully caress bruises that litter your inner thighs, shoulders, and neck, and shift to laying on your side because your backside hurts so badly. Normally you would reminisce on how your ladies brought you earth shattering pleasure, taking their frustration out on you, trying to one up each other by who can make you cum the hardest. Yet this time all you feel is a deep, pained sadness inside your chest that is closely related to guilt or maybe shame. You can't put your finger on it, but you know it doesn't feel right. 

The door to the bedroom opens and you don't recognize the footsteps entering, but the soft clatter of a plate tells you all you need to know. A maid. Your heart sinks, hoping it was one of them but of course they send a lackey in their stead. There's a soft knock on the door to the bathroom and you attempt to turn your head but there's too much stiffness and pain so you lay it back on the edge of the tub. 

"Yes?" You call out.

"Miss Y/N, the ladies wanted me to inform you that they're waiting for you in the garden whenever you wish to join them."

"Thank you...hey could you strip the bed while you're here?"

"Already on it ma'am. Anything else?"

A blush creeps over your face, you hate admitting help but if you don't ask now...who knows when you'll get another chance. 

"Actually....yes...could you...come in here?"

"Pardon?"

"Come in here. Please."

The maid opens the door and enters the bathroom, she's seen her fair share of gore and torture by the hands of Alcina so your naked body doesn't shock her. You still blush from embarrassment though, your entire body flushes and you curse under your breath. 

"Can you....help me get out?" You ask quietly. 

Although you can't see it, the maid's face softens as she rolls her sleeves up and reaches down to drain the water. Then she lays out a towel and eases her arms under yours to aid you in standing, your legs shaking miserably from having to carry your weight once more. She's gentle, patient, and assists getting your legs out from the tub one at a time. Once stable on your feet she wraps you in another towel, she notices your trembling body and says nothing but she silently guides you to the nearby chair in front of Alcina's vanity. She searches comfortable clothes for you and without asking, aids you in getting dressed. 

"Thanks.." you say quietly. 

"I have some oil that can help. It burns at first but eventually numbs the pain to reduce swelling and irritation," she offers. 

Your nose burns with the sudden feeling of wanting to cry at the gesture but you shake your head, "thank you but I'm fine. Really. Just need some recovery and rest."

The maid nods her head and stands up, waiting for you to excuse her before she turns and leaves with the bedding. Once the door clicks you quietly sob into your arm to muffle the gasps and shaking breaths. You've never felt this way before, never been this sore, and despite having two lovers, three daughters, and a castle full of staff, you've never felt so alone either. Eventually you eat the food the maid brought and you attempt to carry the tray to the outside of the room for collection, but even that is too much and you drop it back where it was unable to grip it. Now feeling more defeated you want nothing more than to curl up in a ball and go back to bed but the maid took your bedding, and they're waiting for you.

The journey to the garden is slow. Every step feels like your feet are nailed to the floor and you have to physically pry them free to move on. When you come to the stairs every step sends jolting pain up your body, startling, shooting pain in your legs and hips mostly. Thankfully no other maids nor your daughters present themselves, you can't take looking this way in front of any more people. Once you reach the garden door you straighten yourself and make yourself look like nothing is the matter, even as you open the door and strut with confidence you make it about three steps before you lose traction. Internally screaming as you force a smile and move your legs forward until you reach the nearest chair, taking it for even the slightest bit of relief. 

Alcina looks up from her conversation with Miranda who turns her attention toward you as well, but you trudge through your pain, and readjust but can't seem to get comfortable. Shifting side to side because your butt and lower back hurts and no position is comfortable. Alcina notices and rings a little bell, calling forward another maid whom she whispers to. The maid bows her head, leaves, and returns with a pillow which she presents to you and you gratefully take it. That eases the pain substantially, enough for you to sit comfortable without fidgeting every two seconds. 

"Good morning love," Alcina says proudly as she takes a sip of her drink. 

"Good morning," you muster. 

"How are you feeling?" Miranda asks. 

"Um..sore..honestly," you chuckle quietly and attempt to reach out for a cup of tea but the shooting pain halts you. 

Miranda finishes your journey, pouring you tea and handing you the cup, thinking it's merely outside of your range. You smile and take the cup with both hands before it spills from how much your hand shakes, taking a drink soothes your insides momentarily. Quieting the voices and agony long enough to pretend to listen to whatever it is Alcina and Miranda are talking about. 

"Are you sure you're okay dear?" Alcina asks. 

"Hm?" You say, blinking as you snap back to reality. 

"I said are you okay?"

"Oh..yeah...just tired. You guys really did a number on me."

Alcina and Miranda share a look before they return their attention to you, "well, perhaps today will just be a rest day then," Miranda says softly. 

"Please," you force out another chuckle. 

*          *           *

It doesn't go away. You thought having a nice relaxing day in bed would fix it but, even now as you're sandwiched between Alcina and Miranda, you feel all the things. Now it's the next morning and you're still feeling the same way which terrifies you; what if they think you can't handle both of them? What if this is too much for them? What if you've gotten too attached and now they'll get rid of you? Will they toss you aside after everything you've been through with them? The thoughts make your heart ache and you physically feel the tendons snapping with heartbreak. Tears burn your eyes which causes you to crawl out of the bed and wander the halls aimlessly. You're still sore but at least the pain has subsided enough for you to walk somewhat normally again. 

"Mom?"

You stop in your tracks, wiping the tears from your face, and turn around to see Bela standing there. How did you not hear her? She approaches you, her height towering over you as she crosses her arms across her chest. 

"Couldn't sleep either?" She asks. 

"Yeah.." 

"Mind if I walk with you?" 

You really rather be alone right now to wallow in pity but Bela has been the hardest to come around so you force a smile and nod. She walks beside you in silence, but her footsteps are heavy and clunky which makes you internally smile, clearly not used to using her own two feet. She much rather swarm everywhere. The two of you find yourselves in the foyer leading to the garden which is where you pause your mindless walking. 

"Why can't you sleep?" You ask, breaking the awkward silence. 

"I rather not talk about it....it's silly."

"I won't pressure you to tell me anything, simply making conversation."

There's another long silence as you turn on your heels to keep walking, trying to think of a new target when your mind instantly directs you toward the kitchen. Once there you pretend to search the cabinets for something when you come upon a secret stash of yours that you've forgotten about. You know Miranda would provide you with all these now, but you can't help but chuckle as you pull out the bag of chocolate and candy from the outside world. You sit at the staff member's table with Bela across from you as you open one and pop it into your mouth. A little stale, but still edible. Bela hesitates but eventually can't resist as she reaches out and also takes a piece of candy. 

Eventually Bela breaks the silence and starts talking, admitting she can't sleep because her girlfriend keeps snoring. You chuckle softly and find talking with her a little easier now that chocolate has been involved.  She always was the one with a sweet tooth. Talking with her eases some of your feelings, temporarily enough that when you finish you crawl back into bed and fall asleep. 

*          *          *

It's been a few days now and Alcina shares her concern with Miranda. All you do is sleep. When you are awake you're irritable, snappy, and sluggish all at once. You refuse to let her or Miranda touch you, and you spend more and more time alone in your old bedroom with the door locked. She has a suspicion why but she wants to confirm and approach you carefully if she's correct. Miranda agrees, approaching you cautiously is the best move as to not make you feel even worse than you most likely already are. When you make your presence known, Alcina and Miranda strategically corral you into the main living room under the guise of sending time together. Not entirely a lie. 

Once there you take a seat on the loveseat beside Miranda with Alcina at the head in her specially made chair as she looks down at you. You look between them and shrink into the couch, feeling self conscious and suddenly you want to cry from embarrassment. This is it, you think. They've gotten tired of you, now they're gonna replace you. 

"My dear-" Alcina starts. 

"I'm sorry!" You say quickly, "I'm sorry I promise I'll do better! Please, forgive me."

'Don't get rid of me' you want to silently plead.

"Honey calm down," Miranda takes your hand as tears run down your face. 

Alcina reaches over and takes the other hand, "we're concerned about your wellbeing is all. You sleep all the time, you hardly spend time with us or the girls, we simply want to check in. We didn't after our, evening, together and that was a mistake. Clearly something happened. You can talk to us."

You sniffle and take a shuddering breath, "I don't know what's wrong with me.."

You crumble and tell them everything since the morning of; the pain, the grossness, the shame, the sadness, and worst of all the loneliness. All your anxiety and thoughts on how ridiculous all of this is which only makes you want to heave and cry harder. Miranda lets go of your hand and wraps her arms around you, pulling you closely to her as she strokes your back lovingly. 

"Oh sweetheart.." she whispers, kissing your head, "this is completely natural and not something to be afraid of. If it's anyone's fault it's ours. We should have taken better care of you after instead of leaving you like that."

"I enjoyed everything until...until I woke up..I think I'm broken.." you sniffle. 

"Honey let me explain: your body went through a huge amount of endorphins, feel good chemicals. You may have enjoyed the experience while it happened, but eventually those chemicals go away. They have to go somewhere, and all that's left is..everything else. You're not broken. We didn't treat you right afterwards to help ease you down from these feelings properly. If anything we neglected you in your biggest hour of need," Miranda explains. 

"That's on us and not you dear, and it will never happen again," Alcina adds.

"This will pass, your body will eventually regulate once again but until that let us make it up to you by pampering you the way we should have," Miranda says while stroking your hair. 

You sniffle and lean into her touch more, "I would like that."

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[ranchracoon]

Arrangement

Alpha Alcina Dimitrescu x Omega Fem Reader

Requested by: randomintroverted

*NSFW Warning*

*Heat/Rut, breeding,*

"I'm afraid the future of our clan falls to you Alcina. Moreau is a beta with no hope of ever producing offspring, Donna is sterile, and Heisenberg is too unpredictable. I'll give you until the end of the year to find a mate, otherwise I will choose for you."

The phone clicks as Mother Miranda hangs up her end leaving Alcina sitting there as she gently lowers her own end of the phone onto the receiver. She wants to scream, throw something, release this pent up anger and curse the skies but for once she shows restraint. Mother Miranda is entrusting her to bring about the future of the village in case something happens to her and the other lords. But who in this dump of a village is worthy enough to be her mate?

Alcina sighs heavily as she weighs Mother Miranda's words. The end of the year, she has until then to decide on a mate worthy enough to carry the future of the clan. She takes the evening to really weigh her choices, the omegas in the village she knows of are pathetic, dainty, and would crumble under the weight of this responsibility. Tomorrow she'll go down to the village and scope out her possible prospects, narrow it down based on standards her future mate must have. 

Morning comes too quickly, Alcina gets ready for the day and after her midmorning tea she steps outside the castle and graces the village with her presence. The villagers bow respectfully but she catches their wandering eyes, knowing her dress doesn't hide much, knowing they're sizing up the alpha of Castle Dimitrescu. Families bring out their omegas, hurriedly making them presentable but none of them impress her until she passes by the blacksmith. It's the scent that catches her attention first, a mixture of cedar and sage amidst the sulfur and metallic aroma. Then she turns her head and finds a rare specimen indeed: you. 

You're an omega based on your scent but everything else screams alpha; you're built like an ox with defined muscles that tense and shake with every clang of your hammer. You check every box she has based on sight alone: well fed, able bodied, blacksmith is a worthy enough title and acceptable status, and an added bonus is you're pretty easy on the eyes as well. Alcina turns toward the blacksmiths to be cut off by a tall man of similar build who must be your father. 

"My lord! What brings you to our humble abode?" He asks with a deep bow. 

"Good morning, may I inquire, is that your daughter there?" She asks gesturing to you. 

She notices you stop hammering to listen into the conversation, but when there's a lull you start back up again. 

"You could say that, her folks died awhile back and I took her in. She's like a daughter to me. Why?" He asks. 

Alcina sighs softly taking you in once more, her mind runs rampant with what your hands alone could do. The strength, the calluses, how they would look wrapped around her co-

"Miss Dimitrescu?" He asks again. 

Alcina blinks and shivers slightly, "I have a proposition for you. Should she consent, I would like to ask for her to be my mate. I'm sure I needn't to but if you require I can provide stable housing, protection and companionship."

The entire village falls silence, even the goats and cows chewing come to a halt. It's eerily silent. Quiet enough one can hear the cracking of the blacksmith's forge on the other side of the village near the factory. An alpha, not just any alpha but a lord, asking for..permission? 

"Why me?"

Alcina blinks again when she realizes the question came from you, she looks down at you standing there. Your tattered clothing sticks to your sweaty body and she has to refrain from imagining the muscles underneath. Why you indeed. Because she needs to find a mate? Because you check all of her boxes? Because she's horny? She gives you a dazzling smile that stretches to her eyes which makes her crows feet more prominent. 

"Because my dear, there's no one else here like you."

Not entirely a lie, but it seems convincing enough for you as you wipe your hands nervously on a rag nearby. Although you seem calm, she can make out the slight tremor in your hands as you place the rag down delicately like it was made of glass. 

"I would be honored to accept," you say firmly. 

*         *          *

Alcina wants to call Mother Miranda with the good news but she restrains herself yet again. Afterall, it's been less than a month and she hasn't officially mated with you. Yet. She wants to see if you'll survive her rut before she informs Mother Miranda. You are a strange specimen though; unlike any omega she's ever encountered you don't pine after her seeking approval or direction, you're entirely independent and even the staff, who are all betas, treat you like an alpha rather than an omega. Giving you a wide berth, many of them even seemed taken aback thinking the mistress allowed another alpha to roam the halls, until they caught your scent. 

She disposed of your rags you called clothing and got you properly fitted in a new style, unsurprisingly you went with a more masculine appearance that she doesn't entirely dislike. It shows off your muscles and she enjoys that a lot. A little too much. She finds herself having to partake in the filthy act of masturbation because she can't contain her thoughts while you seem entirely unbothered. However your scent gives you away occasionally. When you share meals together she smells the tension of you trying so hard to impress her, eating exactly how she does, being on your best behavior, despite what she's heard. You have a filthy mouth and quick tongue that she has yet to see, oh but she cannot wait to find out. 

She spends the majority of her time with you; asking about you, sharing common interests where they can be found, reading with you. She admits she's grown rather fond of you, and judging from your demeanor, you appear to be rather happy as well. You talk more, crack jokes, and occasionally help the staff with labor that she knows they are more than capable of doing, but it would seem even they like to watch you work as well. You brought up marriage, when it would happen, if it would happen, but Alcina didn't have the heart to tell you not to make plans yet. First she has to be sure you'll survive.

*          *          *

The door to her bedroom opens with a soft creak, and Alcina stirs awake to the sound. No one bothers her at this hour, and it's much too early to be awaken by her staff so who- the smell hits her first. Her eyes dilate and she whips her head in the direction of the door to find you walking in and shutting it behind you. You smell heavenly. Alcina feels her entire body rage with a burning desire which could only mean one thing: you're in heat. Before Alcina can say anything, you use the limited light from the open drapes to find your way to the bed, climbing on top and sitting back on your knees. 

Her senses are overwhelmed with you so close, she wants to pin you down, ravage you but you appear to have another plans. You sit up on your knees and feel up Alcina's legs, finding her hips and firmly pushing them down until she's square on the bed. You inexperienced hands roam around aimlessly until they brush between her legs and you freeze upon feeling the large appendage there. 

"My dear-" she begins, trying to control the growl in her voice. 

"It's fine," you interrupt, "this is what I'm supposed to do right?"

Your breath is shaky, she can hear how heavily you're panting and the heat radiating from between your legs would cause a burn on her skin if not for your underwear. You lift up her night gown to expose her flaccid cock, and you gently stroke your fingers along it, silently measuring it but the touch alone makes it twitch and start to harden. 

"It's so big...how is that supposed to fit?" You breathe out. 

"Let me help you."

"No, I can do this. I will do this."

Alcina likes your determination and she enjoys even more when your hand wraps around her semi-hard cock to gently stroke it. She was right. You grip it just right, slightly hard but not too hard and since being here your calluses have reduced but she can still feel the light toughness of them. You may be inexperienced but you confidently take control which makes her even more aroused. You continue to stroke her gently until you lean down and take her tip into your mouth which makes Alcina suck in a sharp breath. 

"Oh yes.." Alcina sighs. 

 With her praise it spurs you on to take more of her cock, taking as much as you can until you gag then pulling back, using your spit as lube to continue jerking off her cock. You run her tongue along her slit and that makes her legs tremble, clearly she likes that so you keep doing it. Once she's fully erect you remove your mouth and drool hangs from the corner of your mouth as the severity of your heat clouds your judgment and mind. You stand up on the bed and remove your underwear and shirt, wanting to feel her body against yours. 

You step forward and hover over her erection, leaning down to grab it with one hand and slowly start to squat down, guiding her inside. You flinch and gasp at the pain, it hurts so badly as it stretches you more than you ever thought possible. Alcina reaches over and holds your free hand, letting you go at your pace but it takes unimaginable restraint not to thrust up inside you. You're so tight, and warm, and everything she imagined you would be. Perfect. You gasp and pant again, your body compensating and suddenly a flux of pleasure replaces the pain as you moan softly. Before you know it, you've bottomed out, sitting fully on her hips with her cock buried inside you. You rub your abdomen, as if you could feel it stretching you out from the outside. It certainly feels like it. 

Alcina patiently waits, her hands traveling to your legs and rubbing them encouragingly as you slowly start to ride her. You breathe out heavily, rolling your hips back and forth, around, and moaning louder as you do. Alcina drinks you in. This is the first she's seen you fully naked and by the black God could she get used to it. Oh she chose well. Your stomach isn't flat and chiseled, rather round and slightly plump but no doubt that's from her feeding you too well. Yet every time you stretch out your abdomen to ride back on her, she can see the skin stretch over the ghosts of abs. You brace your hands on her abdomen and she admires the muscles in your forearms and biceps flexing when you rock back and forth. Your breasts are her favorite. She wants to take them into her mouth and bite them, litter your body with her mark so anyone who sees you knows who you belong to. 

Your breasts bounce as you ride her cock, moaning louder to the point she knows any staff awake can hear. She loves it. Let them hear. Alcina sits up and wraps her arms around your waist to hold you tightly as she can't contain herself anymore. She thrusts up her hips and you scream from surprise and pleasure, your nails instantly finding her back and clawing any spare skin they find. 

"You feel so good," Alcina moans. 

Her knot begins to form, she's ready, and she hopes you are too. She wants you pregnant already with her child, she wants to do this for eternity. She could get addicted to being inside you. Her knot pokes and probes your entrance and you hide your face in her neck, whimpering softly as sweat forms down your forehead. 

"Alcina..it won't fit," you whine. 

"Yes it will my love, trust me."

You whimper again and Alcina pushes her knot in a little further with each thrust of her hips, your cunt swollen and raw from how hard she's ramming into you. Yet all you feel is immense pleasure. You're ready. As if your body knows, suddenly you give in and her knot slips in with ease as if you were made to take it. Alcina groans loudly, her entire body trembling before she growls lowly and her teeth find their way to your neck. She cums hard right as she bites down, your walls clenching around her as your own orgasm hits. You gasp and tighten everything around her. Your arms lock around her neck, your thighs squeeze her hips as a wave of indescribable pleasure washes over you. Then you feel it. 

Her mark. It starts as a burning sensation, tight, pin-point pain  but then it fades and leaves you with nothing but the feeling of her deeply knotted inside you. You pant heavily again and sit upright, your hand instantly going to your neck to trace the indent of her teeth now rooted there. She marked you, she mated with you. When you first heard her proposition you thought she was faking, or lying just to fuck you but she kept her word. She made you her mate, and now you're bound to her.

Alcina growls lowly and her knot sinks even deeper into you, making you shiver and moan as more cum fills you. You lean back into her and slowly rotate your hips to get another rise out of her. 

*          *          *

You stand there nervously, fiddling with the button that's holding on for dear life because of your swollen belly. How can this shirt already be too small? You just got it from Donna. Alcina doesn't notice, she stands there proudly as you and her wait in the main hallway for Mother Miranda's arrival. She doesn't notice your sudden insecurity; meeting the Mother Miranda for the first time does that to a person. All you can think about is how big you are now, how swollen your ankles are, and what the priestess is going to think. A murder of crows suddenly appears, swarming around by the hundreds before they vanish in a poof of feathers. There she stands. 

Mother Miranda approaches you instantly, her golden mask shielding her face pokes out from the feathered robe she wears. She reaches out with golden talons attached to her fingers, carefully rubbing the outside of your belly. She doesn't bother asking, as she clips the buttons free from their torture to fully expose your belly and allowing her a better look. She reaches over and removes the golden talons from one hand, using that hand to feel your belly once more. Then a little kick. Beneath her mask she is beaming with joy, oh how envious she is of you, but she doesn't let it show. 

"Excellent," Mother Miranda praises, "I'm very proud of you Alcina. She's a fine mate, and the babies seem to be doing well."

"Thank you Mother Miranda I-wait.." Alcina starts.

"Babies?" You choke out. 

"Yes, three I believe." 

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[ranchracoon]

The Only One

AU G!P Donna Beneviento x Maid Reader

Requested by: SuhHYEWON1

*NSFW Warning*

*vaginal, hand job, blow job, pregnancy sex*

Donna rubs her face in frustration, gently tracing the scar tissue along her eye for comfort before she sits back in her chair. She looks around the dark and dimly lit mansion office, pictures of her family on the walls surrounded by books and of course paperwork. She looks at the mountain on her desk while undoing her tie for some kind of relief but nothing comes. A knock on the door breaks her away from her frustration, drawing her attention toward the large oak door which slowly opens to reveal you. Her sister Alcina hired a maid service because she said the mansion needed a 'lived in touch' to it. Whatever that meant. Donna thinks it was a nice way of saying her mansion was a disaster and needed to be cleaned because she all but neglected it.

"Miss Beneviento?" You call. 

"Yes come in," Donna answers. 

You push the door open and step inside, "is it okay if I clean in here? It's my last room of the day, but I can skip it if that's okay with you."

"No no no, that's alright I'm just about finished up anyways."

Even with her watching you, her dark eyes scanning over your body, you work unbothered. Your uniform leaves little to the imagination; a tightly fitting dress with an apron that only accentuates your hips. Donna swallows thickly as her pent up frustration turns into a different kind of pent up feeling, her trousers becoming impossibly tight and uncomfortable. She could...no that would be unprofessional, an abuse of her power as your boss. Unless you consent. Donna shakes her head and swallows again, rubbing her temple as she spins around her chair to stare at the bookshelf that lines the back wall behind her desk. You dust the shelves, sweep, and finally come to the desk to empty the trash, accidentally knocking over a small pile of papers. 

"Oh my-I'm so sorry!" You quickly say. 

"It's fine," Donna sighs, her voice clearly laced with irritation. 

She spins back around, you are knelt on the ground scooping the papers up when you look up and stop dead in your tracks. Donna huffs then looks down to see you're perfectly at crotch height and there she is, tent formed in her pants, and now it's her turn to become flustered and apologetic. 

"Oh god-" Donna chokes out. 

You blink and stand up, setting the papers on the desk as your entire face turns bright red and you fiddle with your apron. You lick your lips nervously, clearly stalling for a reason as Donna uses her hands to cover the shame you already saw. 

"I-I-" Donna sputters. 

"It's fine," you say quickly, your eyes still locked onto her crotch. 

"You can um-you're excused," Donna finally chokes out. 

"Right of course," you say, still standing there. 

You stand there awkwardly for a moment before Donna finally looks up at you, only then you finally break away from your trance and lock eyes with her. Your face becomes impossibly redder, now reaching your ears and neck as you continue to fiddle with your apron. 

"Unless.." you drawl. 

Donna's heart spikes, sending even more blood pumping to all the wrong places. 

"I could, um, assist? It is my job..after all..."

Now it's Donna's turn to blush at what you're implying, but she won't turn down this chance to give into her sick little fantasy she's had before. Donna leans back in her chair, slowly removing her hands from her erection and you take that as confirmation while you kneel back down between her legs. Donna breathes heavily as you undo her belt, unbutton and unzip her trousers and slowly pull them apart to expose her boxers. No hint of disgust is on your face, so either you're a very good actress or you want this as well. You had fantasized more than once of her buried inside you, bent over her desk or up against a book shelf but this, this makes your mouth water. You open her boxers and finally unleash her erection which pops out enthusiastically and already a bead of precum dribbles from the slit. 

You waste no time taking her cock with one hand and wrapping your mouth around her bright pink tip. Donna sighs softly as you slowly take more of her, running your tongue along her length for friction and teasing her slit. She leans back further and grips the hand rests, your hand stroking what your mouth can't reach. Your head bobs in tandem with your hand, jerking her off quickly while your mouth continues to suck her sensitive tip. Your hand squeezes her just right, the veins pulsate against your palm and tongue. You slip your other hand into her boxers and fondle her balls making her grunt lowly, pulling them out as you release her cock and move your mouth to them. 

They're cleanly shaved and smell like her body wash, making you think she planned for this to happen. Most likely not, but you enjoy the thought. You take one part of her sack into your mouth and suck on it while using your tongue to lick around it as well. Your hand continues to pump her whole length, slowing down to tease her as you rub your thumb over the tip then speed up again. Donna sighs and her chest heaves, clearly you're doing something right. She loves the way your mouth feels, taking her ball sack and teasing it, sucking it, licking it, and fondling it makes more precum ooze out as her cock bobs and tenses. She must be close. You release her ball sack and lick up her shaft back to her tip, continuing to rub her balls and jerk her off. Donna bucks her hips forward and you gag a little from her reaching the back of your throat just as she cums hard. You brace yourself and keep your head steady, swallowing her load as you slow your hand down to milk every last drop out of her. 

"Stand up. Now." Donna orders. 

You look up at her as you swallow the last of her cum, slowly standing on shaky legs before you maneuver over to the desk. Donna finds the strength to stand, pushing back her chair before taking your waist and turning you around, pushing your front down onto her cluttered desk. Objects go scooting off as you make room for yourself, your silent fantasy becoming a reality as Donna lifts up your dress. She finds your soaked panties which makes her cock pulsate with arousal. She pulls your underwear down to your knees before she lines herself up with your dripping cunt then slowly pushes in. 

You moan softly at first then it grows as she pushes further and further in, her girth stretching you deliciously and spreading your walls to fit her. Donna groans from the sensation, it's been too long since she's fucked anyone and you are a gift from the divine. You're warm, wet, and squeeze her just right. As she bottoms out her tip hits your cervix making you shudder with what she's about to do to you. Donna braces her hands on either side of you to hold the desk steady and to give herself stability as she wastes no time thrusting. You moan louder, gripping onto the edge of the desk for support as she shakes the entirety from how hard she fucks you. The desk creaks and shakes with her hips as they slap against yours, she grunts lowly and hunches over slightly. Her breath now caresses your neck, every time she thrusts inside you she lets out a huff of air which sends chills over your heated body. 

"Yes. Yes. Please more," you beg.

Donna arches her hips and continues, her cock rubs your walls and sends waves of arousal over your body as you whine with your forehead against the desk. She feels so good inside you, better than you imagined. The room is filled with your moans, the creaking of the desk, and the wet slapping sound of her bottoming out. Her cock pulsates, your walls tighten, you release the desk and reach back behind you, grabbing onto Donna's shirt tightly as she thrusts in one last, hard time. You arch your back and moan loudly, gasping as your orgasm ripples through you which sends Donna into her own. She groans and shudders as her balls tighten and her cock twitches, shooting cum deeply inside you. Her cum is warm and you feel it fill you, as each thick rope sticks to your insides making you moan again. 

Donna pants heavily, her chest pushing down onto you before she slowly stands upright to pull out of you. The motion makes you moan again as you suddenly feel cold and empty without her inside you. She looks down at her cock covered in the mixture of your cum and hers then her eyes drift to the cum slowly leaking out of your cunt. Donna grabs you by the waist and flips you onto your back making you gasp and squeal slightly from surprise. She lifts your legs up into the air to rest on her shoulders before she lines herself up again with her tip probing your entrance. 

"You're no longer my maid," she growls softly. 

She pushes your legs down with her chest until your knees are nearly at your shoulders, her cock sliding into you with ease. Donna holds your legs for support as she thrusts once to get a moan out of you. 

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, until you're pregnant with my child."

Donna grunts softly as she begins to fuck you again, "I'm going to make you my wife."

*          *           *

When Donna puts her mind to something, she certainly puts her mind to it. True to her word she did, in fact, impregnant you. Once she found out the news she immediately made wedding preparations and held a ceremony comparable to a royal wedding. You couldn't be happier. Except for one thing: Donna treats you like a doll. She hardly touches you above a feather's touch, forget having sex with you because that would be 'too much' according to her. She spends more time in her office than she does anywhere else, you know she's busy but, pregnancy hormones make you want to ring her neck. You decide enough is enough. 

You burst through the large door leading to her office, the scene of the crime, to find Donna jerking off. She leaps from the intrusion and spins around to face you, her entire face bursting red at being caught. 

"I-I can explain!" She stutters. 

She really can! She doesn't want to harm you or the baby by being too rough, and although the doctor said it would be okay she's still nervous. However she can't help herself, you make her so horny! Your swelling breasts, your widening hips, the thought alone that you're carrying her child sends her into overdrive. You close the door behind you and stomp over to her, forcing her chair to face you as she attempts to pull her pants up over her erection. You slap her hands away and reach up under your dress to remove your underwear, kicking them away once they reach your ankles. 

Donna's cock twitches with excitement as you turn around to sit on her lap, guiding her cock to your cunt. You sigh heavily and start bouncing on her hardened cock, already lubed up and ready for you. Donna groans softly and leans her head back as you ride her hard and fast, her cock fitting inside you like a missing puzzle piece. You moan softly and continue to bounce on her, she thrusts her hips upward to meet you in the middle and you moan louder. Your cunt hugs every inch of her tightly and feels far better than her hand. She's obsessed with you, being inside you, every part of you she wants to devour, but part of her wants to be gentle with you. You're carrying a tiny human! What if-

You moan louder to break her out of her thoughts, as if you can sense her mind is wandering elsewhere. Donna grabs onto your hips and squeezes as she thrusts upward again, this time you clench and she groans loudly. Forgetting her reservations, she wants to give you another child right now. She begins thrusting her hips upwards fast and hard to the best of her ability as you bounce backward onto her. You shiver and moan as you sit on her until she's bottomed out inside you, your orgasm now coursing through you. Donna groans as she feels your walls clamp around her which makes her cum hard, her hips bucking as you bite your lip upon feeling her cock pulsate with every spurt of cum. You sigh softly and slowly stand upright, fixing your dress as you feel her cum already leaking down your thigh. You turn to face her and look between her now soft cock and her, humming satisfied before leaving her in her office. 

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[ranchracoon]

Winner Takes All

Ada Wong X Fem Reader

Requested by: skp_206

*NSFW Warning*

*Strap use*

You swing your leg to get distance, forcing your opponent to dodge backwards and catch herself which gives you an opening. With a sturdy plant of your foot you bring forth your other leg and land on her stomach, shoving her back. She lands backwards and manages to roll back over her shoulder back to her feet, holding her weapon of choice up for your advance. You sprint to close the distance and she tries the same tactic, swinging her leg upwards aimed directly at your face. With a quick dodge you drop to your knees and slam your fist into the back of her knee, causing her buckle and land with a thud onto her back. The air now knocked out of her gives you the opportunity to straddle your opponent with your blade to her throat, squeezing her body with your thighs to keep her from wiggling free. 

"You're getting slow Ada, too many long stake out nights," you tease. 

"Oh shut up, I let you win," Ada quips back. 

You remove your fake blade and stand up, offering your hand which she takes and you assist her up. 

"Sure, if that's what you need to tell yourself at night."

Ada rolls her eyes and smacks you upside the head, sparking a fit of snickers from yourself and the others who watched your sparring match. You catch up to her and move alongside until you're near her ear. 

"I still won, so, you know what that means."

Ada sighs but her smile gives her away as she wipes a strand of hair over her ear, "fine."

"Carpool?" You offer. 

"Not this time, I have no reason to come back here because I'm off the next few days."

"Lucky."

You hate showering in the staff showers, they never truly get warm and you can't do what you really want to do. You bump Ada with your elbow then take off running, she blinks before it registers and she sprints after you but once again, you win by making it to your car first. Despite that, she somehow manages to speed past you on the way to your apartment and she's already inside the door when you arrive. When you walk in you find the trail of clothes leading to the bathroom where the water squeaks on and you hear her flip it for both shower heads to turn on. A little 'invention' of yours so you can both have warm water.

You strip from your gym clothes, leaving them in your wake beside hers as you get into the already steaming bathroom. You flip the fan on then slide open the door to find her innocently looking at you as you step into the scalding water. You flinch and curve your back away from the heat but slowly you adjust, after the first layer of skin is burned off. Ada grabs the soap and you reach over to snatch it from her, getting a glob into your hands before instantly wrapping your arms around her body. Your hands go to her breasts first, lathering them with soap before running down her abdomen and stopping at the apex of her thighs. 

The water rinses off the soap quickly and you begin kissing her neck as your fingers find their way between her legs. Ada rests her head on your shoulder, exposing her neck further as you begin nibbling on it. Your fingers spread her cunt which forces her legs to spread a little to give your hand more room as you dive to her clit. Ada sighs heavily, sinking her weight into you while your fingers work her clit just the way she likes, and you begin leaving mouth shaped bruises along her collarbone. 

Your fingers stroke down the length of her pussy, feeling how wet she is as you coat your fingers in her slick. Slowly easing your fingers inside her makes her shiver and let out a soft moan, you maneuver your fingers in a wave like motion and that makes her knees weak. She gasps and removes your hand, turning around in your arms and bringing your face to her face. Kissing you deeply as you return the kiss, your hands roaming every inch of her body they can touch. 

"Bed, now," she orders. 

She continues to kiss you as you fumble to turn the water off, her hands groping your breasts only spurs you on further. She breaks the kiss to leave the shower, quickly drying herself as she approaches the nightstand with you in tow. You lay a towel down on the bedding just in case and she throws the strap on underwear at you along with the dildo. She lays on the bed with her legs spread, her hand stroking her clit to tease you as she moans softly to spur you on. You put the underwear on and slip the dildo into the ring, also seeing the bullet toy waiting for you. You slip the vibrating toy into the pocket which sits right on your clit and makes you shiver with arousal. 

Climbing onto the bed you spread her legs further as she hands you the bottle of lube, squirting a little onto the strap before tossing the bottle. You won't need it after this. Ada breathes heavily as you slip between her legs and guide your strap into her making her moan lowly as you fill her. You replace her hand with your own, swirling her clit fast while your own is attacked by the vibrating toy. With every thrust of your hips the toy presses against your clit and sends a shiver over your spine. Ada moans and rests her head into the pillow, pulling you closely to her body as your breasts bounce with hers. She claws at your back and wraps her legs around your waist to push you in further, feeling the faint vibrations of your own toy through the dildo. 

"Fuck you feel so good," Ada moans. 

She secretly loves letting you take control, the way you fuck her is much more enjoyable when you believe you've won their numerous competitions. You're like an animal, ramming into her fast and hard, your hips slapping against hers. She moans again, gasping when you hit all the right spots and her body starts to tighten and tense. She begs you to continue, and you do whole heartedly. Her clit is swollen with arousal and you continue to thrust in, your strap stretching her further and filling her so nicely sends her over the edge. The vibrating toy against your clit brings you closer to your own orgasm as you roll your hips to gently grind against it. 

Ada gasps and everything tightens; her legs clutch you, her arms pull you impossibly closer and she shivers and spasms as her orgasm rocks through her body. You grunt and thrust in one last time, grinding your hips downward as you shiver and buck your hips from your twitching muscles. Both of you hitting your orgasms at the same time, Ada pulls your face to hers to kiss you, slipping her tongue between your lips. You open your mouth and play with her tongue with your own as you both come down from your orgasms. Ada relaxes her death grip on you, and you stop rolling her clit before she bucks her hips to roll you over and sits on your lap, your cock still buried inside her. 

She begins rocking her hips, making the vibrating bullet grind on your sensitive clit which makes you gasp and grab onto her hips. She rides you viciously, her breasts bouncing with how hard she moves and forcing the toy to rub you harder. You moan and buck your hips up which makes her shudder and rest her hands on your abdomen for support. Ada loves the feeling of the vibrations running through her every time she grinds down on you, moaning louder when you get into a groove with her. 

The sensitivity is heightened and you groan loudly as you come close again, bucking your hips more until you dig your nails into her hips and gasp loudly. Your back arches, your legs tremble and you groan as your body is consumed with heat an  euphoria. Only then does Ada slow her riding, but she's not done with you and you know she wants to see who can outlast who. 

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Dimitrescu Daughters x Reader Master Post

The Dimitrescu's Mate (x Omega Fem Reader)

The Dimitrescu's Mate Pt. 2

The Dimitrescu's Mate Pt. 3

Blood and Shadows (x Fem Character)

Captured (G!P Dimitrescu Sisters x Fem Reader)

Captured Pt. 2

Warm (x Fem Reader)

Into the Resident Evil Verse (x Fem Reader)

Into The Resident Evil Verse Pt. 2

Into the Resident Evil Verse pt. 3

You Belong To Us (x Omega Fem Reader)

Inked Up (x Tattooed Fem Reader)

The Test (x Witch Reader)

Mutual Understanding (x G!P Fem Reader)

Friendly Competition (x G!P Fem Reader)

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Friendly Competition

Human Dimitrescu Sisters x G!P Reader

Requested by: GOJDean

*NSFW Warning*

*Oral, vaginal, multiple partners*

The yelling can be heard from all over the castle. If Lady Dimitrescu was present she would have ended the argument the moment it started getting loud, but alas, she's away on business for Mother Miranda. No one even knows how the argument got started but the staff have sacrificed you to go and calm the ladies down before one of them starts throwing fists. You seem to find yourself in this situation a lot: thrown into the lion's den to calm your girlfriends because they can't go thirty seconds without tearing at one another's throats. You peek your head into the main hall where you find the three of them circled by the fireplace, screaming at one another. 

"I've told you time and time again Cassandra, stay out of my room!" Bela screams.

"I wasn't anywhere near your room! I don't go in either of your rooms!" Cassandra screams back.

"That's a lie! I caught you in my room just the other day!" Daniela adds.

"You're such a damn liar!" Cassandra responds.

Daniela is the first to notice you and now it's too late to back away as you slowly creep into the room. She smirks wildly before returning her attention to her sisters. 

"You're just jealous that I'm a better lover to Y/N. She prefers me over you," Daniela spits. 

This stops all arguing before Bela and Cassandra lock their eyes on you, making you shrink into yourself as you fiddle with your fingers. Bela lowers her gaze dangerously and motions with her finger for you to come forward. It feels like your shoes are glued to the floor from how slowly you move toward them, your footsteps heavy and clunky before you find yourself in the middle of their predatory gaze. 

"Well? Are you going to confirm or deny that statement?" Bela growls softly. 

"I..um..you're all great! I couldn't possibly choose," you sputter out quickly.

They stare at you in silence, Daniela giggles softly but covers her mouth to muffle it before Cassandra huffs and crosses her arms. 

"I guess there's only one way to find out," Cassandra drawls, "I think a little bet is in order. Whoever can make Y/N orgasm the fastest in the best."

"What?!" You squeal. 

Daniela and Bela share a look before Bela purses her lips out, something she does when the wheels in her mind are turning. 

"Fine but there has to be ground rules. We each get one turn and one round only, and we cannot intervene another's turn," Bela adds. 

"What are the stakes?" Daniela asks. 

"Hm.. Losers have to do the winner's chores for a month," Cassandra chimes in. 

"How long do we get?" Daniela asks, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

"Mother will be back in a week so..we have until then," Bela says.

"Wait, don't I get a say in this?" You ask.

"No" they answer in unison. 

*          *          *

Now you're even more on edge, normally you could do your work and expect a chaste kiss here and there but now you feel like prey being stalked. Every corner your take your heartrate spikes a little expecting one of them to be waiting for you. Especially....footsteps. You perk up instantly as you turn around to find Cassandra approaching you, of course the family huntress would be the first to find you and claim her prize. For such a renown huntress who frequently waits days on end for the perfect prey, she really hates being patient. 

"Follow," she orders. 

You obey like a good servant you are. Following behind her until you catch the familiar etchings on the hallway that lead to her room. She flings the door open and it slams shut behind you making you flinch from how jumpy you are. You won't deny, that these three women absolutely terrify you, but in the same breath they also heavily arouse you. Cassandra strips from her clothing in a flash then eyes you when you don't move, and you take the hint to remove your clothing and shoes as well. Despite how many times they've seen you naked, you still shield yourself, ashamed of the appendage between your legs. 

Cassandra goes to her nightstand and tosses something in your direction, having to expose yourself to catch it as the condom lands in your hands. Cassandra lays on the bed and spreads her legs expectantly which makes your flaccid cock twitch with excitement and start hardening at the sight of her. Without wasting a beat you clamber onto the bed and she reaches between her legs to start flicking her clit, she teasingly spreads her lips to show you how wet she is as she lets out a moan. Now you're raging hard as you fumble with the condom package, ripping it open with your teeth as you roll the condom on then line yourself up to Cassandra's dripping cunt. 

The moment you slide in she moans, leaning her head back as she flicks her clit faster and you start pumping. You lift her legs up for support, holding them as her knees nearly touch her shoulders and she moans louder. You thrust deeply, reaching her favorite spot which always makes her see stars. She arches her back and clenches down on your cock which makes you throb and grunt as you pick up speed. You lean forward, forcing her hips to lift off the bed as your hips slap hers and she gasps breathlessly, removing her hand to grab onto the bed sheets. The bed creaks from how fast and hard you thrust inside her, loving the way her walls tighten with every pump. Her breathing is erratic as she breaks out little moans, her chest heaving as you watch her breasts bounce from the momentum. She's already so close, she loves it when you fold her like this, it makes her feel like you dominate her, can do whatever your little mind wants.

But it isn't about her. She manages to release the bedsheets and reaches between her legs to your breasts, rubbing them and gently pinching the nipples. You moan loudly, her cold hands making your sensitive breasts hard and every pinch sends a tingle down your body. You push her legs together so they rest on your shoulders, push down further and buck your knees under her hips. She moans loud enough you're certain the whole castle can hear, she's never this loud and it makes you feral. That, and the fact that big, bad, Cassandra Dimitrescu likes to be submissive to you. The middle child of the Dimitrescu legacy, took down a mountain lion at 15, likes to be dominated by a lowly peasant.

You can't, you won't, deny that makes your spine tingle. Your balls tighten and your cock throbs as you grunt and shudder at the same time that Cassandra firmly grasps your breasts. Her walls constrict on your cock, her body trembles and shivers as her legs push back on you and tighten around your neck with her orgasm. You gasp loudly as you cum hard, her tight cunt milking every last drop as you thrust in from your spasming hips. You pant heavily and slowly lower Cassandra's legs, pulling out of her and removing the condom before tossing it into the wastebasket next to her bed. Cassandra sits up and grabs you by the back of the neck, kissing you deeply as you wrap your arms around her back and kiss her back. 

You hear the nightstand drawer open and look at her before she plants the condom on your chest with a wink. 

"It'll be our little secret."

You open the condom package and roll it on, pushing her back down onto the bed as you guide yourself in and begin thrusting once more. 

*         *         *

A whole day goes by and you haven't seen the other two sisters which still does nothing to curb your anxiety. Do you like being the center of their little game? Maybe a little. For once the attention is on you, and you get sex out of it so, win win in your book. However, there's still a little voice inside you that makes you jump every time a door shuts too loudly, or you hear giggling. That anxiety instantly disappears when you open the door to Daniela's room for cleaning only to find her there waiting for you. Wearing nothing but a dark green lace bra with matching panties, that have little connectors to her matching stockings that end at her mid thigh. You swallow thickly and quickly shut the door, dropping your cleaning equipment as your pants feel tight and uncomfortable. Daniela smirks at you and gets up on all fours before standing off the bed in one fluid motion, stalking towards you as she pushes you against the door. 

Her hands travel over your breasts, playfully teasing your hardened nipples through your shirt and bra. Then they go to your pants and undo the belt loop, all while her eyes maintain their lock on you. Only when she unbuttons the first button to your pants does she look down, getting down on her knees as she unzips your pants then pulls them partially down. Your cock strains against your boxers and Daniela licks her lips hungerly as she pulls your boxers down and releases your erect cock from its prison. She takes the tip into her mouth and licks the precum expertly with her tongue, making you hit your head on the door as you pant out a groan. 

She works her way down, eventually taking your entire cock down her throat and gagging a little when it stretches her throat from how big you are. Her choker feels tight on her neck and she pulls back to get a breath of air before going back for more. You groan loudly, bucking your hips into her warm, inviting mouth, which makes her gag again and sends chills down your body. She bobs her head faster, using her tongue for added friction as she uses her hand to jerk the rest of your length. Solely focusing on your sensitive tip as her hand moves faster and faster, gently squeezing you as she feels the veins begin pulsating. 

Daniela could always make you come undone with her mouth, you don't know how she does it but you feel yourself already tightening in your abdomen. She gently grazes her teeth along your length to your tip, taking her other hand to fondle and squeeze your balls. You gasp and shudder, bucking your hips again into her mouth and making her moan from the intrusion. Her tongue swirls around your tip and teases your slit, making you shudder once more. Your balls tighten and Daniela removes her mouth, jerking you more as you cock tenses and suddenly cum starts shooting out. She opens her mouth to catch what she can, but otherwise lets the cum pain her face and breasts as she jerks you off to make sure every last drop comes out. She licks your tip free from cum before sucking you a little more. 

"Fuck.." you pant out. 

Daniela stands and licks her lip, wiping some cum from her cheek into her mouth. The motion makes your head fuzzy and with your pants around your ankles, she guides you back to the bed by tugging you by your tie. She stops on the edge of the bed and sits back, scooting along the bed with her legs spread as she dips her hand between her legs, showing off how soaked her panties are. You swallow, you cock twitching with excitement again as you kick off your pants, and undo your tie. You're about to take off your shirt when you pause for a moment, clarity hitting you like a brick wall. 

"What about-"

"This doesn't count. I already got what I needed," Daniela cuts off. 

Works for you. You toss your shirt off and Daniela reaches for a condom in the nightstand, as you crawl onto the bed and slowly pull her panties and stockings down. You kiss up her legs and then sit up, taking the condom and putting it on eagerly which makes Daniela giggle. You lay on top of her and she wraps her legs around your waist, her breasts barely being held by her bra push against yours and she locks you in with a kiss. You guide yourself in then firmly brace yourself on either side of her before you start thrusting your hips. Daniela moans into your mouth and breaks the kiss to throw her head back, pulling you down to her neck which you kiss and suck. Her legs push you deeper, giving you less room to pull back so you focus on speed, slapping her hips as fast as you can. 

Daniela gasps and moans your name, her hand tangling into your hair as you bite down on her collarbone to leave her a mouth shaped bruise in its wake. You keep thrusting, her walls tightening around you with every pump of your hips. You grunt and keep going, her orgasm on the rise in tandem with yours but she feels so good that you don't want it to end so soon. You want to savor it, so you hold back as long as possible until she claws your back with her free hand and her orgasm clenches you so tightly it's impossible not to cum. She gasps and rocks her body up and down, her body shaking and her legs tighten around your waist as you pump inside her one last time and cum hard into the condom. You shake and buck your hips from the muscle spasms and she slowly releases you as you gain the energy to pull out with a soft groan. You release her collarbone and kiss the bruise softly, panting heavily as Daniela strokes your entire body with her hands. 

*         *        *

"I definitely won," Daniela boasts. 

"I think not. I did," Cassandra taunts. 

"Guess we'll just have to let the results speak for themselves," Daniela adds.

"At this rate it'll be down to just you and I, it's already Thursday and Bela still hasn't gone," Cassandra snickers. 

"Well some of us have actual work to do," Bela bites. 

"Why even bother Bela? We both know you may be the oldest but you're for sure the slowest," Daniela taunts. 

"Ugh! That's it!" Bela snaps. 

She slams her hands on the table and storms out of her office to her sisters giggling wildly as she looks through the hallways. Two maids unfortunate to cross her pause in their tracks upon seeing the fuming Bela stomping their way. 

"Where is she?!" She yells. 

They don't need clarification on who she's speaking of, they both point behind them and Bela continues her stomping down the hallway until she manages to get directions to the kitchen. Bela finds you before you get a chance to enjoy your afternoon break, grabbing you by the tie and yanking you behind her as she leads you away from prying eyes and ears. She takes you to her room and practically tosses you onto the bed, barely giving you enough time to slip your shoes off at least before she kicks her own off and straddles your lap. She's muttering to herself but you can't make out what she's saying before she forcibly undoes your belt and pants, jerking them down to expose your cock. 

She huffs and lifts her skirt to expose her bright red panties which instantly makes you start to harden. She reaches over into the nightstand and grabs lube, putting it on your hardening cock before tossing it aside absentmindedly. She pushes her panties to the side and grabs your cock to guide it inside her. 

"Bela wait-" you start. 

"Don't," she growls warningly. 

You gulp and groan loudly as she sits on your cock, adjusting her hips as you become fully erect inside her and she sighs heavily. She feels heavenly, and she grabs your shoulders to start bouncing on your cock hard and fast. The bed shakes from how hard she rides you, not wanting to waste any time apparently. Bela rocks her hips back and forth then bounces once again as you moan loudly, grabbing onto her hips hard enough your nails dig into the fabric of her dress. She pants heavily and grabs onto the top of your shirt, undoing your tie before tugging the shirt open to expose your bra. She pulls your bra down to expose your breasts and moans when she sees them jiggling from how hard she's riding you. Her own breasts spill from the top of her dress, showing she wasn't wearing a bra to begin with. 

The bed creaks and you bounce in tandem with her as she slam down onto your cock, reaching her cervix as she moans every time your tip touches it. You buck your hips up to meet her in the middle and she moans louder, her breasts bounce in your face and you bury it in between them. Bela keeps riding you, her walls clenching you as all of her pent up frustration comes to the surface with her rising orgasm. 

"Bela I'm gonna-" you moan. 

"Yes. Cum for me baby. Fill me," she pleads. 

You whimper quietly and wrap your arms around her waist locking them tightly as you help slam her down on to your cock. You've never came harder. Shooting your load inside her, as you feel her walls tighten and spasm as she gasps and rocks back and forth. Riding out her orgasm as she pants heavily feeling you fill her with your searing cum, it's a feeling she could get used to. She knows the rules of the competition but she doesn't care, she needs more. She rolls you so she's laying on her back and wraps her legs around your hips. You get the hint and start thrusting inside her again, feeling your cum and her cum coat your cock as it leaks out onto the bed. 

*        *        *

"Alright, on three we all say our times," Daniela starts. 

"One, two three!"

They all say the same time. The three of them look at each other confused, rubbing their heads as Bela fidgets with her glove. 

"That's impossible!" Bela finally says.

"What do we do now?" Daniela asks. 

They stay silent for a moment before Cassandra snickers, "guess we'll have to do it again when mother leaves next."

"When does she leave again?" Bela asks. 

"Next month," Daniela answers. 

"Fine. We conduct this experiment again next month," Bela says. 

The three of them look at you with evil gleams in their eyes as you shiver with anticipation. 

*          *         *

"You're WHAT?!" Screams Lady Dimitrescu. 

For someone her age, she can move surprisingly fast. There's no where for you to hide, no where to go, all you're doing in delaying the inevitable. She'll find you eventually. You'll have to leave, change your identity, leave the country, or she'll definitely kill you. That's what you get for getting her eldest daughter pregnant...

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[ranchracoon]

Duty to Act Part 2

Duty to Act (part 1)

Mother Miranda x Fem Reader

*NSFW*

*possessive Miranda, oral, strap use, dubious consent*

She hovers more than usual. Every move you make is carefully calculated, every breath that's a little heavier than normal gets a glance, and trips alone to the forest to dispose of corpses? Unheard of. She escorts you while you still do the heavy work of carting the parts across uneven terrain, but when you twisted your ankle she was right there to carry the burden and you. That moment plagues your thoughts, the warmth of body tightly against yours, although she looks slim she carried you with ease as if you weighed nothing. After the lycan attack she ensures all of her failed experiments are completely dead by severing the head if they aren't already a pile of ash. Thankfully that makes your job incredibly easier, sweeping up pile after pile isn't as hard on your body as towing hundred pound sacks of flesh around. 

"Y/N," Mother Miranda calls. 

"Yes Mother Miranda?" You answer, pausing your sweeping. 

"Be done for the day, and go to bed early tonight. I need you rested for tomorrow, we have a long day ahead of us."

"Of course Mother Miranda."

You bow your head in her direction and go to put the broom and pan away, it isn't unusual for her to ask you to be done early. That means tomorrow she must have a long experiment prepared which will require your total focus. The last time she did such a feat you and her were up from dawn to nearly dawn the next day, it took you two whole days to recover. You silently dread what she has planned for tomorrow but you'll grit and bare through it like you always do. You put away your supplies, clean up your area where you set out your cleaners and other materials before heading to your lodging. 

Yes the work is hard but you don't complain; you get a warm, soft bed to sleep in, three full meals a day, and warm water to bathe in. You feel even a twinge of guilt because you know there are villagers who go without, and even you remember the nights you would go without eating so your little brother and sister could have full bellies. You are blessed, and as such you will do whatever Mother Miranda commands. 

The next morning when you awaken there's a package in front of your door, opening it reveals the fanciest outfit you've ever laid eyes on. It's black of course, with a white cut line around the neck similar to Mother Miranda's stole with the insignias of the houses woven into it. You lift it up to get a full look at it, seeing it's a dress that's the perfect length of your body and beneath it in the box is a pair of shoes. No one in the village could have crafted something this elegant, except, maybe Beneviento. The thought that you're touching something a lord made makes your fingers burn, a want to toss it aside and beg for forgiveness for even looking upon it. However, it was in front of your door for a reason, clearly Mother Miranda wants you to wear it. 

Now knowing what awaits you, while bathing you scrub until bits of skin come off and your body is practically raw not wanting an ounce of dirt on you. The dress hugs you perfectly, how did she get your measurements so precise? A shiver runs along your spine as you push the thought away, it's not important. The shoes are the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, they're soft and your feet instantly relax, it'll be hard returning to your work shoes after wearing these. Mother Miranda is waiting for you when you exit your room, she is in her usual attire with her wings stretched out behind her as she examines you from under her mask. 

"Good, it fits," she comments. 

"Yes, um, thank you. This is beautiful," you say.

"I will pass on your thanks, now we are going to the village which means I must establish some rules with you. First, you are to be by my side the entire time. No wandering off without my say so. Second, you are not to talk to anyone either. Third.." she approaches you, holding your chin with her fingers as she lifts it up, forcing you to straighten your back as well, "you now represent me and as such, you will hold yourself in the same manner."

You swallow and stare into her eyes, "I understand Mother Miranda," you finally choke out. 

"Good."

She removes her hand and begins walking away and you follow, keeping your eyes directly on her and occasionally in front of you as to not trip on any roots along the path. The walk to the village is eerily silent, no birds chirp, and only the sound of your footsteps is audible. The canopy of trees shade you from the sun but the heat still seeps into your back, suddenly feeling guilty for sweating in something so beautiful. The moment Mother Miranda graces the village people swarm the street on either side to welcome her, praise her presence, and bow in respect to both her and you. It's an odd sensation that's for sure. You try desperately to focus on her but your eyes wander through the crowd until you spot them; your family. 

Your heart swells with joy, sucking in a sharp breath that catches Mother Miranda's attention even in the roar of the crowd. She spares a glance over her shoulder and you quickly draw your attention back to her before you swallow and blush deeply. She strolls past them, as do you, ignoring their cries for your attention which only tightens the thickness in your throat. Mother Miranda walks to the alter that divides the houses and territory where she stands in her all her glory, wings outstretched and you obediently by her side. 

"My dear children, I have heard your pleas and prayer-"

You've heard this speech before, now it clicked why she was visiting the village again. Once a year she came to the village to bless them from the Black God during the summer solstice. You blink, you remember her doing so shortly before she picked you to be her servant. Has it really been a year? She finishes her speech and one by one the villagers come to ask for blessings until you recognize your parents approaching. 

"Please Mother Miranda, we only ask one thing: we wish to hug our daughter."

You breath hitches again as you feel your nose burn meaning you'll start to cry soon but you blink rapidly and swallow it back. Mother Miranda glances at you before she nods her head and within a flash your entire family surrounds you. Your little brother and sister hug your legs, your mother and father each hug a side of you before you mother cups your face. 

"Oh look at you, you're beautiful," she praises. 

Now you feel the tears sting your eyes but you mother quickly brushes them away with her thumbs before giving you a kiss to your temple. 

"We love you, and we're so proud of you," your father says. 

They know their time is up, Mother Miranda looks their way and they slowly unpeel themselves from you. Your brother starts to cry hysterically and it ushered away by your mother as to not insult Mother Miranda. Another familiar face approaches, Ivan, who bows deeply to Mother Miranda. 

"Mother Miranda, all I ask is you bless our village with another year of safety and prosperity."

"It will be so," Mother Miranda answers. 

Ivan stands upright and then approaches you, he bows and holds out his hand, "may I?" he asks. 

You look to Mother Miranda who stares at you, unwavering, calculating, before you look back at Ivan and give him your hand. He kisses the back of it and you can't help the blush that returns to your face. You've known him since you were babies, always thought you two would get married, and even now you can't deny the way those old feelings come rushing back up. He releases your hand and returns to the crowd, you watch him disappear and feel an icy chill beside you and you don't dare look in her direction. 

Once every villager has gone, it's nighttime and the moment your out of eyeshot of the village Mother Miranda grabs your wrist and drags you. In a panic you plead, thinking now you've screwed up, now she'll turn you into one of her experiments. Your pleads are useless as Mother Miranda takes you inside, past your room, and fling open a secondary door you didn't know existed. She flings you onto a bed making you gasp and sit up in confusion as Mother Miranda fumes. 

"Take off your clothing. Now," she commands. 

Her voice leaves no room for argument as you pull off your shoes, then stockings, and slowly remove the dress as to not ruin it further. Mother Miranda grabs the dress and tosses it aside without care as she snarls under her mask, taking it off to expose her scrunched up face. You pant heavily and shiver with anticipation as Mother Miranda disrobes, seeing her in an entirely new light. Your face flushes and you advert your eyes before a clawed hand grips your chin and forces you to look back, seeing her partially naked except her long black skirt. 

"I saw the way you looked at that boy," she spits. 

She released your chin and moves to a side table, pulling out something you can't see for her body blocks the view. 

"He cannot provide like I can."

"I should have killed him for laying his filthy peasant hands on you."

"Do you like him?"

You lay there unsure if she wants you to answer or not, deciding to be quiet is probably safer. She removes her skirt and you blush harder, your ears burning as you squeeze your legs together to try and hide your body. Feeling very self-conscious in front of the beauty that is Mother Miranda. She puts something around her hips and kneels by the bed, forcing your legs apart by the ankles as she kisses your shins and up your knee to your inner thigh before resting her head against it.

"Do you think he could worship you better than I?"

She kisses your aching cunt and you let out a soft moan, shivering at the sensation of being touched for the first time. She runs her tongue between your pussy lips, savoring your taste as she rolls your clit in a slow, circular motion. You sink into the bed, your arms giving out like water as you rest on the bed, arching your hips into her mouth. She grinds her teeth against you and it makes you shiver again, biting your lower lip to contain the sounds of your moans. Her mouth fully envelopes your pussy, her tongue running up the entire length and back to your clit while her hot breath warms you. She spreads your cunt with her hands, the hair tickling her nose as she dives back in to consume you whole.

You squeak out another moan and grind your hips into her searing mouth, loving the way her tongue seems to know just how to make you come undone. The lewd sound of her licking and sucking your clit makes you blush harder and you cover your face with your hands to muffle your moans. Your body trembles and your hips lift off the bed as your abdomen tightens but suddenly she removes her mouth. The brisk air sends a shiver over your body as it hits the slick between your legs. There's a shift on the bed when she grabs your hands by the wrist and slams them above your head.

"I want to see that pretty face when I make you cum," she purrs. 

She holds your wrists with one hand and moves the other between yours and her body guiding something to your pussy.

"He cannot love you more than I."

"You are mine," she growls softly.

"And I will make sure the entire village knows that," 

She whispers the last part in your ear, her breasts squished against yours as she slowly slides in. You flinch and whimper quietly from the shooting pain of being stretched and penetrated, but Mother Miranda takes her time. She's slow, for now, letting you adjust and shift your hips slightly when she bottoms out, making you moan as she hits the perfect spot and your pain is flooded with pleasure. Mother Miranda smirks to herself as she begins kissing your neck, her hold on your wrists tightening as she begins to thrust. At first you bite your lip to try and remain quiet, but her free hand grabs your jaw, pinching the sides until you open up gasping. 

"Let me hear you," she growls. 

She punctuates her words with hard thrusts and you moan out, arching your back into her with the little bit of space you have. She slides in and out easily, rubbing your walls and reaching depths you've never experienced before. She picks up speed and thrusts harder, now you're practically screaming from how loudly you're moaning from the pleasure. Her hips slap against yours and you can't help but bring your legs up to lock around her hips which makes Mother Miranda smirk. 

She continues to kiss your neck, gently nipping at it as you turn your head to give her more room when suddenly she bites down on it. Sucking the skin and grinding it gently with her teeth. Your mouth hangs open but nothing comes out, your head becomes fuzzy and all you can focus on is the pleasure coursing through your body. Your legs tighten around her hips, your abdomen tightens, just a little more. 

"Mother Miranda-" you moan out breathlessly. 

She doesn't respond, only her body crunches into you as she keeps her pace knowing you're close. With a final hard thrust you gasp loudly, your hands grasp onto whatever air they can, your body trembles and spasms. Your legs remain locked around her hips as your body is flooded with sensational warmth, everything tightened. With ragged breaths you slowly relax, your legs fall to the bed, your hips come down, you feel spent and sleepy all of the sudden. Mother Miranda releases your neck and observes you with a wicked smile plastered upon her lips. 

"I told you we had a long day ahead of us, don't think I'm done with you yet."

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One Night Stand Part 2

One Night Stand (part 1)

Resident Lover Donna x Fem Reader

Requested by: WomenLov3r12

*NSFW Warning*

*strap use, oral*

The door clicks softly as she tiptoes as slowly as she can, careful not to make the boards creek until someone clears their throat to capture her attention. Her eyes widen, she's been caught red handed. She swallows thickly and looks over her shoulder to find none other than Daniela sitting there with a shit-eating grin. 

"Why hello Donna, fancy seeing you here," Daniela says teasingly. 

Donna freezes, she can't breathe, she can't think, she can't do anything with Daniela staring at her! She blinks and straightens up as she tries to think of something to say. Anything would be better than just standing here!

"Hello Daniela," she finally musters out. 

"I wonder what Angie would say-"

"Don't!" Donna cries then recomposes herself, "please Daniela."

"What's in it for me?"

Donna gains a surge of anger as she straightens her back, "If you tell Angie I'll tell your mother about how you're spending her hard earned money instead of attending classes."

"You wouldn't," Daniela glares. 

Donna puffs out her chest and stands her ground, since seeing you she's grown more confident and Daniela backs down. Donna nods her head then makes her way proudly to the door. 

"See you next week."

*         *         *

Donna pants heavily as you attack her breasts, no marks above the collarbone, but her breasts are a tapestry of your mouth. Faded bruises litter them with a fresh one right next to her nipple as you plunge two fingers inside her. She gasps and arches her back into you, while you travel down her abdomen leaving another bruise above her hipbone. Your fingers curl up inside her, making a wave motion that always makes her curl her toes. Donna moans quietly when your tongue reaches her swollen, aching clit just waiting for attention. You swirl her clit and thrust your fingers in and out, in and curl, then out while your tongue swishes her clit from side to side just how she likes. 

Her fingers tangle in your hair to spur you on, burying your face further into her cunt for added pressure. Donna grinds down on your face as her breathing picks up, her walls clench around your fingers when her hips lift off the mattress. You engulf her entire cunt as you pump your fingers more when her orgasm ripples through her, her thighs squeeze your head pushing you away from her cunt. You sigh softly and slowly pull your fingers out as her thighs release you and she lays there panting heavily. With a snicker you lay beside her and she turns to look at you. 

"I think that was a record," you say confidently. 

Donna sighs and smacks you in the breast making you laugh and use your hands to defend against another assault. She lays there for a moment before sitting up with her back to you which makes you prop yourself up on your elbow. 

"What's wrong?" You ask. 

"Daniela...caught me last time.." Donna admits. 

"I see."

"She didn't tell Angie but, we can't keep doing this Y/N."

You sit up and scoot behind her, wrapping your arms around her torso with your legs on either side of hers. She rests her hands on top of yours and leans into your touch, loving the way you form around her like a protective shell. She loves the way you smell, loves how you touch her, loves how you make feel safe, loves...Her eyes snap open and she quickly pulls away from you, standing up as she begins to search for her clothes. 

"Come on Donna," you start.

"No don't," she cuts off, "Angie cannot know about us. It-it would ruin everything. You're her best friend and I'm her aunt. It-we shouldn't have continued this to begin with."

"What's the worst that could happen hm?"

"She would resent me! I can't lose her too."

You sigh softly and rub your thighs, this isn't the first time she's brought this up but usually you can smooth it over with a few kisses here and there and then she's back in your bed. This time she seems more upset than usual, especially with Daniela knowing. You try to approach her and she stumbles back away from you as she pulls on her pants and buttons up her shirt while shaking her head. 

"I'm sorry, thank you for everything but- this is the last time. I swear. Please don't...don't contact me."

Donna kisses your cheek and leaves the bedroom with a soft click of the door. Even when she's storming out she's quiet and considerate of others which only hurts your heart as you lay back on the bed. Something in your chest hurts. The strings of your heart tense and feel tight, the organ feels like it has a hard time pumping  from how constricted it is. Your jaw tenses as tears form in the corners of your eyes and run down toward your ears. 

*         *         *

The bell to the flower shop dings making the frantic flower attendant rush out from behind the counter to greet the newest customer. It's valentines day tomorrow, her second busiest day with mother's day being the first. She halts in her tracks upon seeing none other than you, and Angie. She brushes her dirty, gloved hands on her apron before she forces a smile and looks between the two of you. 

"What bring you two here?" She asks in her most, fakest, nice voice she can muster. 

"We came to help you out! Y/N here didn't want to come but she owes me after I kicked her ass in UNO. Where do you want us?"

"Oh that's sweet of you but I'm fine. Really Angie."

"Nonsense. I can do the register?" Angie starts walking toward the counter and is body blocked by Donna. 

"Not a chance. Fine. If you insist. Uh, I actually have a truck delivery happening any minute so you two can unload the truck for me and set everything out."

Angie bounces on her feet around her aunt to the back, Donna spares you a glance but you don't give her one. Instead, now you're acting like her. Your head is lowered as is your gaze, you're hugging yourself, and you walk by her without a word which only makes Donna seize internally. Where is the confident ass that you usually are? The cocky smile? The...annoyingly cute snicker you always did? Now, now you're a walking grey cloud of silence that even Angie's infectious happiness can't touch. 

The truck arrives, you and Angie work together to unload it by hefting bundles of flowers into the shop. You carry, of course, and Angie fills them with water immediately to make sure they remain fresh for tomorrow. Everything goes smoothly until you get to the final bundle of flowers, hoisting them up and carrying them into the shop goes smoothly. However the plastic pot that they're delivered in breaks within your hands and you stupidly try to capture what flowers you can. Slicing your hand open on a particular sharp edge of plastic. 

"Oh fuck!" You curse, grabbing your hand and holding it with a nearby rag to halt the bleeding. 

Donna runs around the corner, seeing the mess and you doubled over with Angie in tow. 

"What happened?" Donna asks, quickly walking over to you. 

"The, pot broke and I cut my hand, it's fine just surprised me is all," you answer. 

"Well you're going to get an infection if we don't clean that. Angie pick up these flowers and get them in some water immediately. Sweep up the plastic when you're done. I'll deal with Y/N."

"Yes auntie," Angie answers. 

Donna guides you to the backroom where a first aid kit sits on the wall, she sits you down in a chair and opens the box pulling out a green bottle, some bandages, and then grabs some paper towels from nearby. She removes the rag and uses the green liquid to clean the wound which makes you suck in a breath from how it stings. 

"Sorry," Donna says quietly but she continues anyways to make sure the wound is entirely clean. 

You sit there in silence with her as she then bandages the wound and carefully holds your hand momentarily without looking at you. 

"You look nice..." you finally say after a moment. 

Donna blushes lightly and brushes some stray hair behind her ear, "thanks. Are you...are you doing okay?" 

You swallow and shake your head, "no..not really but that's why alcohol was invented."

"Are you...drinking more?"

You finally look up at her, examining her eyes and tracing the birth mark over one of them before looking away, "you know when we were...seeing each other I hadn't touched a drink. I felt like I didn't need to."

"That doesn't answer my question," Donna says a little more sternly. 

Your lack of answer is enough for her, she sighs heavily and continues to hold your injured hand between hers. 

"I miss you Donna," you whisper. 

"No. You don't."

Donna looks up at you and takes one of her hands to stroke your cheek lovingly which makes your eyes and nose itch with oncoming tears. 

"Oh my god just fucking make up already! I can't take this!"

Donna and you startle upon shooting a look in Angie's direction who stands there with the broom and tray full of debris. Donna lets go of you and stands quickly, stuttering for a reason. 

"Auntie, I know," Angie says exasperated. 

"What do you mean?" Donna asks, now hyperventilating. 

"I knew about you two since my party. You think I'm that thick? Come on, you two happen to disappear at the same time and then I suddenly hear fucking going on next door?"

"You're not...angry?" Donna asks. 

"Angry? No! My best friend and aunt? Oh my God if you two got married that would make Y/N my aunt. Fuck yeah."

You and Donna sputter before Angie snickers and sets the broom aside, "I'm joking. Kind of. Auntie I'm not mad. I'm sad you didn't feel like you couldn't trust me with that information but, I'm happy for you."

"I thought you would be angry," Donna whispers. 

"I could never be angry with you. Now, I mean it. Make up. I can't take anymore of Y/N's sulking and you deserve to be happy too auntie. All I ask if you change your fucking day to when I'm not home. I don't need to hear my aunt and future aunt."

"Language!" Donna scolds. 

Angie shrugs and skips off to dump the debris leaving you and Donna by yourselves. 

"So um...what are you doing tomorrow?" You ask softly. 

*         *           *

You kiss Donna deeply as she spreads her legs and you guide yourself inside her making her moan into your mouth. She missed this. Missed you. Missed feeling your strap inside her, filling her up like it's the real thing. She's thankful you don't have a real one, you would have most definitely made her pregnant by now. You thrust inside her and she moans again, her hands tangling into your hair as your body molds to hers, your breasts rubbing against hers as they bounce from your thrusts. The bruises have all faded, and you'll make sure to fix that. 

Donna breaks the kiss and pulls your head to her neck, she wants to feel your lips on her, every inch of her. Now that people know, she doesn't care. She wants everyone to see her marked up, belonging to you and you happily oblige. Biting down on her neck and sucking on the flesh to leave a fresh bruise behind. You pick up your pace, thrusting harder which makes her legs wrap around your hips to keep you locked in. Oh how you missed her. Missed smelling her, missed the sound of her moans and gasps, and the way her body reacts to you. 

"I love you," she mutters in her euphoric daze. 

You faulter for a moment and she groans to spur you back on, picking up your pace as you kiss her heatedly once more. 

"I love you too," you mutter against her lips. 

She moans into your mouth again, her nails digging into your scalp as you grab onto her hips and fuck her hard enough the bed begins to shake and creak. Donna gasps and clutches onto you as her orgasm comes from no where, making her entire body spasm and tremble as her hips rock up and down. Her legs tighten around you as you slow your thrusting to let her ride out her high. 

"Please don't stop, please," Donna begs. 

You kiss her softly with a smirk, "wouldn't dream of it."

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Loyalty Pt. 4

Part 3

Mother Miranda x Hybrid G!P Reader

Requested by: WomenLov3r12

Eva, Gregory, Francesca, and now Clint. Miranda allowed you to name him, and you said this name stuck out to you for some reason but you couldn't remember why. Miranda knows why, she remembers from the information she gathered on you before she first experimented on you all those years ago; Clint was the name of your father. He's longed since passed but if she remembers correctly you should have a grown niece or nephew with children of their own. Speaking of children...

All of them toddle in one at a time to meet their new baby brother with you herding them like a shepherd with their sheep. Eva, now nine, climbs onto the bed helping Francesca who's five, and Gregory, now seven, sits on the other side. Miranda hadn't planned on having another, but she's happy with it regardless. It feels weird to her now, where she used to spend hours in her lab, now she worries about how Clint's siblings will react to him. She worries about sibling rivalry, jealousy, who is putting what in their mouth, potty training. She's a mother again. Truly. You sit beside Gregory who leans in to get a better look at his new baby brother, while Miranda has eyes for no one but you. You've gotten more attractive in her eyes; you cook all the meals, clean, take care of the household, and somehow find time to manage three other children while giving them equal attention. 

"He looks like you," you comment.

"Finally," Miranda jokes. 

Jokes. She's making jokes now. However she's relieved to finally have a child who does look like her, aside from Eva who looks like her past, Clint has dazzling grey eyes and blond hair on his head. 

"Look at his mohawk!" Eva points out. 

That makes the other two giggle, but she's not wrong; Clint has a perfect mohawk right down the center of his scalp. Probably because he kept rubbing his head side to side in her belly, so now he's stuck with an especially thick strip of hair in the middle. He better not be a trouble maker like you. 

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"That's my toy!" Gregory screams. 

He tumbles over to Clint and Francesca, shoving Francesca hard away from his toy, his claws accidentally scratching her. This makes Francesca scream and cry which then startles Clint and he begins to cry and scream as well. Eva being the oldest tries to intervene but in evidently makes Gregory more upset who starts screaming at Eva. Miranda rubs her temples. She's overstimulated, over tired, and all she wants to do is shut these kids up! 

"Enough!" She yells. 

Her voice is powerful, commanding, the same voice she uses on her lords when they're acting like foolish children. Only this has the opposite result. Instead of silencing and looking to her, all of them start to cry, when she stands to comfort them they back away because her voice has scared them. Now she's done it. The door opens and you walk in, hearing the commotion from a few kilometers away you had abandoned your errands to return home at once. The villagers know who you are, they figured it out pretty quickly when you are always by Miranda's side, and of course the startling similarities between you and your children.  

"Mom!" they all cry out. 

"Hey hey hey, what's going on?" You ask in a calm, collected voice, kneeling down with arms open for them to come rushing into. 

Miranda picks up Clint, bobbing him gently to try and sooth him, her guilt now plain on her face. 

"I'm sorry, I-I got so-"

She can't fathom the words, she scared her children. You look up at Miranda then back down to the teary eyed faces of your kids all cuddled against you. 

"Oh I see..." you say softly, "did mommy use her big girl voice?"

They nod. 

"And that was scary?"

They nod again. 

"Okay," you sit down on the ground and pull the three of them onto you, adjusting them so they all fit on your lap somehow. 

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Eva starts, pointing a finger at Gregory which sets him off again, yelling as he then points a finger at Francesca who starts to unravel once more. 

"Whoa whoa whoa"  you say calmly, gently rocking them as they scream at one another. 

They continue to fight, squirming on your lap as their elbows and knees dig into your legs, that and their voices make you flinch. Now you see why Miranda snapped, but you have to remain calm for their sake. You've snapped at them before and Miranda calmed them, now it's your turn. You buddle them together and hold them, eventually they settle down to a dull cry and eventually your rocking and calm tone soothes them enough to light sniffles. 

"Are you guys okay now?" You ask gently. 

"Yeah.." Eva sniffles. 

"Okay, can we talk about what happened?"

Eva nods, Francesca and Gregory look to you. 

"Gregory, I'm sorry Francesca played with your toy without asking you first, but that does not mean it's okay to hurt her. Just because your mad doesn't mean you get to hurt somebody okay? It's hard to share when you want something really badly, next time lets try asking when she'll be done. Francesca I'm sorry he hurt you, he didn't mean it and I know you wanted to play with his toy but we need to ask first."

You smile at Eva who continues to stare at you with her brown watery eyes, "and Eva. Thank you for trying to be a good big sister, but when there's fighting going on it's better to tell mommy or I okay? I know you want to help and that's very kind of you."

The three of them sniffle before looking at each other now, "I'm sorry..." Gregory says quietly. 

"Me too.." Eva adds. 

"I'm sorry," Francesca says.

Francesca sniffles and leans into you as you stroke her hair softly, "now, mommy used her big voice which scared you all. She didn't mean to, she made a mistake like we all do."

"I'm sorry," Miranda says, holding a calm Clint in her arms. 

One by one each child removes themselves from your lap and hugs Miranda's legs in forgiveness. 

"Now, how about we go outside and play? Give mommy a little break."

The three of them charge out the door without another word, giggling wildly as they do so. You stand and reach out, taking Clint into your arms as you wag your tail when Miranda smiles at you. She kisses your cheek in appreciation which makes your tail wag harder. 

"Oooohh, mom's tail is wagging!" Eva teases, poking her head back in. 

You snicker and lean down, kissing Miranda softly before going outside with the kids. 

*         *        *

"I hate you!" Francesca slams the door to her room in your face.

"This isn't fair!" Gregory adds, also slamming his door.

The walk back to your room is silent, the only noise being the creaking of the door to the bedroom and the soft click of the door knob when you close it. 

"Not well?" Miranda asks, looking up from her book she's reading while sitting in the bed. 

"Not at all," you reply. 

You sigh again and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your neck softly as your ears flatten against your skull. 

"I hope someday they'll come to forgive me but it's for the best. I know Eva is out there traveling the world now but she can pass for human unless she gets angry. The villagers only accept us because of you and the lords. The outside world...well...you know what they'll do to us if they found out. We would be experiments..."

"Just like old times," Miranda jibes. 

You scoff softly but your tail twitches, "you know what I mean."

"I do, and you're not wrong. Gregory is a spitting image of you. Same hair color, same fur color, if it weren't for the ears he could probably pass for an especially hair man. Francesca on the other hand, she has the ears, tail, and claws. There's no hiding those. Even if she did manage to find a group of people who would accept her, she would never truly be safe outside the village."

"Exactly. I understand their frustration, but I just want them to be safe."

"Give them time," Miranda says lovingly, stroking your back softly. 

*          *          *

Seems like only yesterday all your children were in diapers and toddling around, and now they're fully grown. All of them are around the age of 25, having stopped aging but that doesn't keep them from bragging about who the oldest is. Eva looks exactly like Miranda with the same body structure, height, the only difference is her chocolate hair and eyes. She sends postcards every once in awhile, having visited on the holidays to bring gifts from the outside world. Clint joined her the last time she visited, passing for human like her unless under extreme emotional distress.

Gregory eventually forgave you for keeping him trapped in the village, which slowly opened up to outsiders. He fell in love with a young girl who accepted him whole. Francesca....she moved in with her girlfriend who is a maid for Dimitrescu. She's forgiven you in her own manner, but you know it still hurts when she sees her sister and brother living life outside the village. Miranda strokes your hand lovingly as she sits with you, now having an empty house once more, she contently sighs and shuts her eyes as the setting sun warms her.

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Updates, Updates, Updates!

Thank you everyone for being patient from lack of updates. As a thank you I will be doing a massive One Shot upload very, very soon! Then I will focus solely on updating the stories and exciting news….another Dimitrescu Sisters x Reader will be published as well!

Also, moving forward if you want sequels or another part to a One Shot, you will have to make a formal request that includes what you want in said sequel/part whatever.

That being said, if you have made a formal request for a One Shot that was NOT posted in this mass upload please let me know and I will make it a priority to post.

Thank you again for being patient, I know it's difficult to wait for updates. I appreciate all the support and everything you all have said and done. Many thanks!

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Hi there,

Hope you're doing well I was wondering if you will be updating your fics soon?

Hello anon ✌️ I haven't abandoned my fics. I'm currently working on another story, which has kind of consumed my fixation at the moment. I'm going to update as soon as I can, I promise.

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To Care For Pt. 2

To Care For Part 1

Omega Donna Beneviento x Alpha Non-binary Reader

Requested by: WomanLov3r12

*NSFW*

*Heat/rut, scars, hand job, blow job, smut*

Mother Miranda circles you, raising your arms then lowering them to examine you more as she carefully taps her fingers near your scar to see if there's an nerve reaction. Everything healed smoothly, the nerves are beginning to waken once again which will lead to some sensitivity but otherwise be unbothersome. You chose to keep your nipples, and they've healed nicely as well, although Mother Miranda accidentally reattached one marginally too far left. To the untrained eye it looks normal, but to her she might as well have stitched it to your armpit. 

"You're looking very well. Muscle growth, weight gain, I see you've got some hair coming in too. I'm glad to say that this is the last time we'll need to meet unless you need something else," she says firmly. 

"I don't think so."

"Great. How are things with Beneviento?"

"Good..." you drawl. 

"But?" Mother Miranda asks. 

"I want to court her," you say quickly. 

Mother Miranda stands there, she sets aside her clipboard and rests her hand beneath her chin her her eyes size you up. 

"Well, this is an exciting development indeed. You do know Beneviento is...sensitive. She's also infertile like all of the lords. She won't be able to give you children."

"I love her. She's accepted me for...all of me and everything in between, I wish to make her feel how she's made me feel for the rest of our lives."

"I see, not that you need my permission but if this is something you wish to do then I won't stand in your way."

"Thank you Mother Miranda. For everything."

When you return to the manor, Angie greets you at the front door by flying into your arms to make sure you're in one piece. You react quickly, putting one arm behind your back with the surprise in it, and the other capturing Angie to hold. She looks around to see what you brought her but you thought ahead and put the surprise in a paper bag to keep her prying eyes from seeing. She takes guesses to what it is while you carry her down to the basement where you find Donna working away with her back toward you. 

Angie flies away, leaving you and Donna alone in the workshop as you quietly approach and place your free hand on her waist. She freezes at first, but relaxes once you fully wrap your arm around her waist and press your body into hers. Donna sighs and leans back into you, her body molding to yours perfectly as she lifts her head from her current project. 

"How'd it go?" She asks. 

"Good, got a clean bill of health and something else.."

You bring the bag around and hold it in front of her. What do you get the woman who could make anything she wants? Jewelry, clothing, flowers, all of it she can make or grow herself. She takes out the box from the bag then slowly opens the lid to find a leather bound satchel. When she unravels it, it has numerous pockets and clips, and various sizes of pockets for all her tools and miscellaneous objects she doesn't have a place for. You feel Donna tense again, and you worry maybe she doesn't like it until she sets it down and turns around in your arms, her hands gently resting on your chest. 

"Is this...what I think it is?" She asks.

"Depends...what do you think it is?"

Her breath hitches, as if she's terrified to get her hopes up, "a...courting gift?"

You rest your forehead against hers, the tendrils from her eye reaching out toward you as you brush a hand over her cheek, "would you accept if it is?"

"Yes," Donna whispers, tilting her head as she presses her lips softly against yours. 

*         *          *

The courtship is successful. You bring Donna fresh vegetables from your now thriving garden, you catch fresh fish in the streams, and in turn she provides nutritious home cooked meals. You've moved back into the manor, leaving the rebuilt gardener's house once again, empty. It's been nearly a year and you nervously fiddle with your fingers as the time quickly arrives to Donna's next heat. You and her haven't mentioned anything about it since the last time, she's accepted your courtship, she very clearly loves you, but every time your kisses get a little too heated she stops. You're ready to take the next step, mark her for life as your mate but, maybe she doesn't want to? Maybe she's not ready?

"Donna?" You ask quietly, stepping into the workshop. 

"Yes my love?" She answers. 

"Can I talk to you?"

Donna pauses her motions and turns around to face you, her face riddled with worry. 

"It's nothing bad" you reassure her.

That doesn't seem her ease her anxiety as she begins picking at a loose bit of skin around her fingernail. 

"I wanted to talk to you about your heat. According to the calendar it should be happening soon..." you start. 

"I know where this is going," she whispers, sighing heavily as her breathing becomes heavier and she turns away from you. 

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable with me being here. I can stay in the gardener's house again. Or, we could.."

Donna turns around to face you again, tears in her eyes as she approaches you. It makes you stop talking but before you can offer words of comfort she presses her finger to your lips. Tears still streaming down her cheeks as she gives you a smile. 

"You're so thoughtful. More than any alpha I've ever met, including my own brother. You're considerate, caring, patient, and even when I was at my most vulnerable you cared about my feelings and thoughts first. I want to take the leap with you I'm.....I'm scared. I've never done anything like it before...."

You smile and move her finger, leaning down and kissing away her tears, "neither have I. We'll learn together."

Donna smiles wider and cups your face, pulling you down to her as she kisses you deeply. 

*          *         *

Right on schedule her heat arrives when you suspected it to. Now that it's here you're nervous but excited all the same, and hope that her heat won't send you into a rut that ends up hurting her or making her distrust you. At the first sign, Angie goes limp and out of the kindness of your heart, you move her to another room anyways. Just in case. The moment you return Donna attacks, grabbing you by the waist of your pants and dragging you to the bed where she throws you down and straddles your legs. The motion sends a jolt of arousal through your body and you feel your pants suddenly become tight and uncomfortable. 

Donna starts undoing your pants and you swallow nervously, her hesitation from the day before obviously gone. She yanks down your pants and you shift your legs to help her remove them fully before you sit up and remove your shirt. Donna pauses for only a moment, leaning down and leaving heated kisses along your sensitive scars while her hands run along your waist. Your breathing picks up, you squirm a little as you try to remain steady and calm but her scent is making it impossibly hard. Donna sits back up and pulls down your boxers, releasing your hard cock from its restraints as she pulls your boxers down your legs and tosses them aside. 

Donna tilts her head as she examines your erection and you suddenly feel shy, your face burning red as you slowly creep your hands up to cover yourself. Donna slaps your hands away before she grasps your cock with one hand and slowly rubs it. You wince and suck in a sharp breath which catches Donna's attention, the heat daze clearing from her eye as she blinks and releases your erection. 

"I'm sorry," she whispers. 

"It's fine it's...your hand is dry..."

The wheels turn in Donna's head as she looks between your erection and you then a faint blush coats her pale cheeks, "please don't laugh at me."

"Why would I-"

She cuts you off by leaning down and taking your cock into her mouth, circling her tongue over your tip. You moan and your  breath catches in your throat as you lean back and finally let out a heavy sigh. Donna sucks the tip then takes more and more until she gags from bottoming out then leans back up, covering your cock in a layer of saliva. She focuses on sucking the tip while stroking the rest of your cock with her hand. You moan to keep her going, your hands clutching the sheets as your thighs tense, trying not to thrust up. Donna's mouth is so warm, and for being inexperienced she uses her tongue rather well; she drags it from your base to your tip and takes it once more into her mouth. Her hand jerks you a little harder once she finds a groove and she removes her mouth to fully stroke your entire length. 

You shudder and your thighs shake as you suddenly cum, surprising you and Donna both. A blush takes over your face and ears as you feel a wave of embarrassment next to the tingling aftershocks of euphoria. Before you can apologize Donna locks your lips with a kiss, as you taste yourself on her lips, you let out another soft groan. She breaks the kiss and examines your chest covered in cum and looks down at the few splatters covering her own, before she runs a finger through it and brings it to her mouth. It sends your senses into overdrive as something other than yourself takes over, sitting up abruptly and grabbing onto her hips, shifting her over onto her back with you on top. 

Donna looks at you with a wide eye but instinctually widens her legs to allow you to push through until your cock rests against her dripping cunt. Donna cups your face to look at her, nodding her head as you reel your hips back and use one hand to guide yourself inside her. She flinches and her legs wrap around you, trying to tighten them together with you in the way, she sighs and slowly relaxes. Once she does you ease more in, making her flinch again and whimper softly as her nails dig into your face. When you bottom out you pause, giving her time to adjust as she whimpers softly again then looks up at you for reassurance. Leaning down you press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, then her lips when she releases your face to wrap around your neck. 

Once she nods again you slowly start thrusting, fighting every screaming voice in your head to go faster, harder, but Donna's comfort is priority. Donna sighs softly and pulls you close to her neck, her hands tangling into your hair while her legs lock themselves around your hips. You grunt softly and only slightly pick up speed, feeling yourself already on the edge just from pushing into her. Her walls hug you in all the right spots, every time she shivers it sends an aftershock through you. She sighs and lets out the softest moan you've ever heard, if you could call it a moan, but it spurs you on to press your chest against hers and shift your knees under her hips. With her hips angled up you hit deeper and Donna gasps with a shuddering moan as you reach places she's never thought possible. 

Her vision is clouded by stars and a burning sensation in her neck, she wants you to mark her. Make her yours forever. She leans her neck aside as she feels a winding coil in the pit of her stomach. Silently you understand, kissing her neck and shoulder until you settle on the perfect spot. Thrusting in deeply and a little harder Donna moans out, her nails digging into your flesh, her legs tightening around you. You grunt and thrust in one last time and right as you begin to cum inside her, you sink your teeth into her neck. Donna's mouth hangs open but no sound comes out as her entire body jolts, trembles, and shakes with every fiber tightening while her orgasm leaves her in a blissful state. 

You pant heavily and slowly unlock your jaw from her neck, admiring your mark taking root. The moment only lasts a second before Donna brings you down and bites your neck in return, making you flinch from the burning pain of her teeth breaking skin. It subsides quickly and she releases your neck, giving her mark a soft kiss. She loosens her legs from your hips and slowly you pull out of her, making her moan softly from the loss. Donna sits up on her elbows seeing you're still hard, and her heat is still in full swing. She looks up at you and smiles deviously, using one hand to pull you back down on top of her. 

[ranchracoon]

Desire

G!P Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

Requested by: zoeymac20

*NSFW*

*masturbation, somnophilia, degradation, punishment, rimming/eating ass, blow job, multiple rounds,*

You stand before the door to the bedroom. How many times have you pass through it?  A hundred times? A thousand? Why now is it suddenly difficult to walk through? You talked it through with her, she was agreeable, and now you're here. You raise your hand to push it open then drop it again, dancing around to shake out the nerves before finally hyping yourself up enough to practically barrel through it. The room is silent. Not a surprise since Alcina doesn't technically need to breathe, she does out of habit during the day but at night is deathly quiet. The curtains are open which gives you plenty of moonlight to see and there upon the bed is your target. Her bare shoulders peek out from underneath the blanket which drapes over her form deliciously, the moonlight highlighting every curve of her lustrous body. How did you get so lucky?

You creep along the room until you're at the side of the bed, examining the layout carefully before you slowly lift the covers to expose Alcina's lower half. There between her legs is her flaccid cock which makes your mouth water at the sight. How many times have you ridden her? Her cock stretches you and makes you feel utterly at her mercy. The ghost sensation of her filling you up sends a spark of arousal between your legs. With a final glance over to make sure Alcina is still sleeping you lean over the bed and take her cock into your hand before you take the tip in your mouth. You roll your tongue over her slit and take as much of it as you can as it begins to harden in your mouth. You press your tongue up against the pulsating veins and hold back the intrusive moan that threatens to escape. You love the feeling of it hardening in your mouth, having to crane your neck and adjust your stance to fully take it.

Once it's fully erect you try to take all of her which makes you gag a little from how far it touches the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down, gently jerking the base with one hand, and fondling her ball sack with the other. There's a nice thick bush that hides her balls, and when you dare to deep throat her, the pubes tickle your nose and make you come back up for air. You continue sucking the tip enthusiastically and jerking it faster, your hands squeezes the ball sack, feeling it tighten and ready to shoot it's massive load into your mouth. You let go and reach below your nightgown and into your panties, circling your clit furiously which is swollen and begging for attention. You bob your head in tandem with your furiously working fingers, your moans muffled by the massive cock in your mouth. You pant heavily, Alcina's cock throbs and you know she's close but not just yet! You move your mouth to her tip, jerking her length with your other hand when you plunge two fingers inside you. It's not nearly as satisfying as her cock but it sends shivers over your body as you imagine her fingers inside you. You moan into her tip, unable to help yourself as you reach your peak just in time for thick ropes of cum to shoot into your mouth. 

You swallow them like the well trained good girl you are. Your body lurches and jolts as you finger yourself to ride out your own orgasm. Bucking your hips as your legs threaten to give out. Her cock twitches in your mouth and when the last bit of cum oozes out you lick her clean, running your tongue from her base to the tip. You end it with a chaste kiss to the very tip of her cock before you pull your fingers out of yourself, making you shiver from the emptiness and how wet you are. Alcina grunts softly and you scoot away just in time for her to roll over with her backside exposed to you. There is her perfectly round ass, it's so plump and inviting and a wicked thought crosses your mind. You climb onto the bed and gently grab the tender flesh, you carefully place a hand on each cheek and spread them. You bite your lip upon seeing her perfectly puckered hole; you lean down and run your tongue along it and moan softly.

You bury your face between her ass cheeks, your tongue licking around the rim of her butthole and teasing the entrance with the tip of her tongue. There's a low droning groan from the head of Alcina, so obviously you're doing something right. Alcina moans again and shifts her body to spread her legs, making it easier to spread her cheeks and give you more room for your face. She moans softly as you continue to eat her out, your tongue working furiously until Alcina groans again and starts to move. You gasps and duck your head, sliding down for Alcina to roll back over, with her cock still fully at attention.

You bite your lip again, and crawl up, lifting your nightgown as you prepare to sit on her cock. She hasn't woken up yet, why not? You grab her cock with one hand and guide her in, sliding all the way down until you're fully sitting on her. Your free hand covers your mouth to prevent the moans that want to escape as her cock fills you deliciously. You run you free hand over your abdomen, half expecting to feel a bump there from how big she is as you adjust to her girth. Slowly you rock your hips back and forth, now biting your hand to silence yourself as her cock rubs your walls in all the right ways. You throw you head back and suck in a sharp breath, picking up your pace when suddenly you feel two large hands grasp your waist. You halt your movements, your eyes widen as you look down and drop your hand from your mouth as Alcina stares up at you. 

"What's the matter? Keep going," she growls softly.

You swallow nervously and proceed to rock your hips again, squeaking softly as you suddenly feel embarrassed. 

"Oh come now, that won't do. Let me hear you,"

You whimper softly and rock your hips a little harder, only a softly moan escaping. 

"No? Very well."

Alcina picks you up with ease, she shifts around on the bed and plants you on your hands and knees, with your chest buried into the mattress. She mounts you from behind and shoves her cock back inside you without warning. The intrusion makes you gasp and scream lightly from surprise, before moaning loudly as she begins thrusting. Her hips slapping against yours as she reaches over, takes a fist full of your hair and yanks you up. Her chest lays over your back, her erect nipples rubbing over your back muscles and making you moan again. Her free hand grasps your neck, squeezing lightly just enough to squelch your moans as she hammers you. 

"That's right, you belong to me now. You had your fun, now it's my turn. You want to act like a whore? Then I'll treat you like one."

You can only squeak in response as she releases your neck after a moment then sits up to really pound into you. The bed creaks from the force, you keep your head tilted back as her hand pulls on your hair gently with every buck of her hips. Alcina groans, she loves how your pussy is so tight and hugs her cock in all the right places. She loves the feeling of stretching you out, the noises you make, that she causes. Alcina rams her cock deeply inside your poor cunt, her cock starts to twitch again and throb with her rising orgasm. The room is filled with the lewd slapping of Alcina's balls on you, which is only amplified when Alcina forces your hips back and releases your hair so you can truly arch your back into her.

"That's it. I'm gonna fill you to the brim, until you're swollen with more daughters for me."

You can no longer moan, all the sound drained from you as you lay there a gasping mess, you tremble and shake with a ripple orgasm but the thrusting doesn't stop. You weakly try to push on Alcina to make her slow down, but she doesn't listen until she thrusts in one final time and cums hard. Her entire cock throbs as thick ropes of cum fill you, you get so full that cum starts to leak out from your cunt onto the bed. Alcina pulls her cock out, seeing the cum drain out of you and soiling her bedsheets.

"Such a mess you're making! I guess you didn't learn your lesson."

Alcina doesn't stop until the sunlight shines through the open curtains, then she carries your blissed out body to the bathtub to clean you off. Bruises litter your arms, thighs, and neck but you wouldn't have it any other way. Most of them were caused when Alcina decided to fuck you on places other than the bed. She had her way with you on her vanity, sprawled out, both legs in the air that she used for support as she fucked your brains out. On the couch where you rode her again and she left two perfectly mouth shaped hickies on your breasts. On the wall with your legs wrapped around her waist and you're pretty sure you left a hole from how hard she thrusted into you. The room reeked of sex, your entire body was sticky with cum and sweat as Alcina places a loving kiss upon your temple.

[ranchracoon]

Mutual Understanding

Dimitrescu Sisters x G!P Fem Reader

Requested by: Belaluvr

*NSFW*

*genital mutation, heat/rut, multiple rounds*

The newest batch of maids come in today, one of them being infected with a new strain of Cadou. You show no signs of mutation but that must be why Mother Miranda sent you to her most trusted lord for safe keeping. Lady Dimitrescu has vowed to keep an especially close eye on you for the even the first signs of mutation or lycanthropy. To have more eyes on you, she assigns you to her daughters as their personal maiden. It's hard work. Your only saving grace is Lady Dimitrescu explicitly said not to kill you, that doesn't mean they can't harm you though. Cassandra especially. She tetters on the edge, threatening to cut you open and in great detail explain how she could torture you without killing you. Bela resorts to violence as needed, but that doesn't stop her from threatening it as punishment. Daniela appears to be sweet and flirtatious, but you know she's just as much of a killer as her sisters. 

What Lady Dimitrescu neglected to tell you is that once a year around spring all three of them go into some kind of animalistic heat. You're so innocently bringing them their afternoon blood, when you're stopped dead in your tracks. Something is different. All three of them usually gather in the library, warming themselves in the rays of the sunlight beaming through the top window. However, something instinctual makes you pause. The air feels thick, musky, and you feel a sudden burning in your lower back and in your crotch. You wince and do everything in your power to remain composed, forcing yourself to continue because you don't want to get in trouble for being tardy. You knock on the door. No answer. The burning sensation feels like someone took a hot iron and branded you. You clutch onto the tray, crossing your legs only intensifies the sensation and you let out a whine before the door flies open. 

Bela growls at you, an actual, throaty growl as she grabs the tray with one hand, and you with the other. Throwing you inside onto the floor before slamming the door shut. Blood won't satisfy them, but they won't turn down the offering of it warm and fresh. Daniela and Cassandra hover around you, their swarms difficult to separate from how they buzz around you. Normally you'd be frozen with fear, but you only groan loudly and cup your hands between your legs, feeling something under your dress. 

"Well well, looky here," Cassandra coos.

Bela leans in and inhales deeply, "she smells divine."

"Maybe we should have some fun. Anything to sate this hunger," moans Daniela. 

You can feel your heartbeat in all the wrong places, pumping blood between your legs and somehow the feeling is behind your eyes. Bela snickers at your blown out irises, but then her amused demeanor turns sour as she slams her hand on your legs, forcing them down. You let out a breathy gasp, her hands like ice against your burning skin as you wriggle under her touch. 

"Please, it hurts" you mutter out. 

"I've barely touched you," Bela growls. 

"Not...." 

You let out another pained groan,  all three sets of eyes travel to where your hands lay. Daniela rips one hand off while Cassandra moves the other and they gasp at the tent forming under your dress. Bela wastes no time lifting your dress and pulling down your underwear to reveal an enlarged cock, hardened and dripping with excitement as it bobs excitedly from being released. 

"Aren't you full of surprises?" Bela comments. 

You look down and your eyes widen, when did that appear?! The three of them stare are it hungerly, Cassandra licks her lips while Bela suddenly growls at her sisters. A new sensation comes over you, like the feeling of an animal in the corner. You feel the need to fight, thrash, claw, bite, but something primal inside you tells you it's not for the reason you think. Your head feels dizzy, you become acutely aware of just how hot the room is, and the scent that plagues your nose. Daniela goes to reach for your cock and Bela lunges forward, swatting her hand away as she growls and grasps your cock with her own hand. You moan loudly, the simple touch sending your senses into overdrive. 

"I get to go first," Bela growls, "I'm the oldest."

"That's not fair!" Daniela whines. 

Bela and Daniela stare at each other, both of them making noises like two cats ready to fight before Daniela stands down. Cassandra also physically backs away but her blown out eyes lock back onto you. Bela removes her gloves, and with one hand strokes your aching cock and the other cups a set of heavy balls. You whimper and claw at your dress, bucking your hips as another thick glob of precum oozes out of your tip. Cassandra takes out her sickle, using the tip to hook under your uniform and swipe to cut it cleanly in half. With a heavy sigh of being relieved of your constricting clothes, you look down between your breasts at Bela. She releases your cock, making you groan from the loss of sensation but watch her intensely as she swarms in an instant. Now naked, that sensation comes back, you sit up on your elbows and Daniela comes up behind you, forcing you down. 

Bela straddles your lap, "being a good little fuck toy and help us through this, and we might consider letting you live."

You nod your head in understanding, just wanting your own burning desire to be sated, uncaring if you live for tomorrow or not. At least you'll die having fucked three of the hottest women alive. Bela fully sits on your cock, both you and her moan loudly and deliciously. Daniela covers your mouth and tsks you. You pant through your nose and look up at her as she hovers above you, her breasts dangerously close to your face. Bela rests her hands on your abdomen for support as she proceeds to ride you, bouncing up and down then forward and back. Her slick leaves a trail on the patch of hair right above the base of your cock, and each time she lifts herself up the air breezes by sending a little shiver over your body. Your hands claw the floor below you, as your moans are muffled by Daniela's hand and Bela continues to moan and gasp above you. Her breasts jiggle with every bounce of her hips and her walls squeeze you, ready to milk every last drop of cum out of you. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your head slumps against the flooring, your hips buck as you feel your balls clench with your rising orgasm. Bela's nails dig into your skin, a silent warning that you better not cum before her. You whimper pathetically, your chest heaving as Daniela suddenly takes one of your breasts into her mouth, running her tongue over your nipple. Now suffocating from her breasts in your face, your mouth is uncovered and you suck in a sharp breath when you can. Cassandra can't help it, as she swarms out of her own dress and rubs her aching, swollen clit for any sort of relief. 

Bela rocks her hips once more, and with a buck of your hips she squeals and clenches around your cock. Her legs tremble and tighten their hold on your hips, her nails dig into you hard enough to draw blood. She gasps and pants as you can't hold it anymore and shoot a load straight up into her, painting her walls with thick ropes of cum. Your own legs tremble as your cock pulsates with every pump before Bela sighs heavily and removes herself, cum dripping from her pussy onto the floor. Cassandra swarms into position, Daniela wants to object but instead bites down on your nipple gently making you moan loudly into her breasts. 

Cassandra sits herself down, still rubbing her clit vigorously as she starts bouncing up and down on your cock. Daniela releases your breast and moves to the next one, this angle allowing you a little more breathing room which you take full advantage of. Cassandra is quiet other than an occasional gasp as she throws her head back and breathes out heavily, her fingers expertly working her clit just how she likes. While your cock stretches her insides, and every slam of her hips sends a shiver through her cervix. The burning sensation comes back again, tingles starting in your toes and rising up through your legs to where you new appendage is. You're so close but you buckle down, not wanting to make Cassandra mad by cumming first.  Cassandra fully sits on your again and lets out a shuttering gasp, her hands continuing to roll her clit as her orgasm ripples through her. Her hips buck forward and you let out a pained grunt as you cum again, she sighs as her pussy clenches your cock, feeling every pulse inside her. 

Daniela releases your breasts and sits up, Cassandra removes herself now leaving room for Daniela who instantly swarms between your legs. Naked. She grabs your shoulders and eases you up into a sitting position before she straddles your lap, her aching pussy hovering over your glistening and still hard cock. She cups your face and places her lips on yours, you sigh into the kiss just as she removes one hand to grasp your cock and guide it into her. Both of you moan into each other's mouths, giving her the opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth. Your wrap your hands around her waist and buck your hips to the best of your ability making her squeak. She rolls her hips in a circular motion and continues to let out cute, soft moans that are muffled by hers and your tongues. 

Her hands release your face and lock themselves around your neck, her nails gently digging into your shoulder blades while your hands comb her smooth back. You can feel the muscles underneath with every roll of her hips, her back engaging as she picks up speed. You are the one to break the kiss, instinctually going for her neck where she eases her head back to give you more room. She moans and keeps her pace, riding you harder as your mouth takes root on her neck. She moves a hand into your hair, pushing your head into her neck as if giving you silent permission as your teeth sink into her flesh. She squeals and gasps, her erect nipples brushing against your own sends both of you over the edge quickly. Just as she halts all her motion you grunt and thrust upward and cum hard, your entire body trembling in tandem with hers. Her legs tighten their hold on you, her nails dig into whatever skin they can find, and her walls tighten and pulsate. She's never experienced the feeling of cum shooting inside her, but it's a feeling she could very easily get addicted too. She doesn't want it to end. 

Daniela moans as you release her neck and she quickly stands on shaky legs, pulling you up by your arm. Without a word she pulls you to a nearby couch where she kneels with her ass pointed to you. Your cum drips from her swollen pussy lips and that itch in your brain roars with life. You don't like that. You approach her from behind and scoop a droplet of cum with your tip before shoving it back in. Daniela moans loudly as you then grasp her hips and begin thrusting, your hips lewdly slapping her ass with a wet 'slop' every time. Bela and Cassandra growl behind you, jealous of their sister getting more attention than them. Bela comes up and grasps your jaw, tilting it toward her as she leans down and kisses you heatedly. You keep a firm and fast pace and with every buck of your hips, Daniela moans into the back of the couch. All the while you continue to kiss Bela.

Daniela arches her back and tries to muffle her moan as you reach deeper and hit her cervix in a painful pleasure. She even begins to rock her body back to meet you in the middle, amplifying your thrusts and sending her over the edge faster than she's ever gone. She reaches one hand back and grabs onto whatever piece of you she can, halting your movement as you thrust in one last time and cum just as hard. She shivers and you break the kiss from Bela to lean over, gasping as you pump your cum into her. Daniela pants softly and moans quietly when you pull out, suddenly feeling empty. Bela gets into the same position as Daniela, right beside her and you side step to give Bela the same treatment. Somehow you're not tired, you're still hard, and something is screaming at you to keep filling them with your cum. 

Bela reaches between her legs and rolls her clit as you fuck her from behind, loving the feeling of you stretching her walls. Feeling full but never satisfied with each thrust. The room fills with the smell of sex, moans, and the slapping of your hips against hers. Bela arches up and clenches around you, forcing you to stop thrusting from the grip she has and making you lean over on top of her. She sighs heavily as your cum fills her, feeling it spurting into her sends her lust driven brain into overdrive. Yet the feeling is lost just as quickly when Cassandra pulls you away to her turn again. 

For once since they can remember, all three of them are spent. You passed out on the floor, flaccid, covered in blood and cum while the three of them silently agreed to keep you around a little longer. 

[ranchracoon]

I know things are scary and look bleak. Hope is gonna be difficult, but I think the worst thing we can do is forget to support each other through this. What ever bad situation you're in, youre gonna make it through, and you're gonna find people who love you and are so damn happy you're in their lives. I love you all so much.

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