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thisgirlnamedblusy · 28 days

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I enjoy your writing so much, thank you for all your hard work!!

Could I request something with G!P Donna finally accepting Alcina’s offer to “have fun with one of the maids.” Reader is the maid who is chosen and at first she and Donna are both a little awkward and worried because of the perceived “difference in power” between them. Donna is very gentle and sweet with Reader and it’s an enjoyable experience and becomes something that regularly continues for a few months, during which time Reader and Donna have caught feelings for each other. Eventually Reader becomes pregnant so Alcina just rolls her eyes and sends her to live with Donna permanently.

Yesss!!!!! Thank you for your words and for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Just a maid?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Dimitrescu maid! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, a bit of angst

Word count: 7,973

Summary: You were the chosen maid, you were her chosen maid...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) I'm not going to be able to write tomorrow and Monday, but I'll continue with your requests on Tuesday, you can keep sending them!!! :)))))

“Do you need anything else, my lady?” you asked, leaving a tray with tea cups on the table. Your lady, the owner of the castle, the Lord, Lady Dimitrescu smiled at you with an always seductive kindness, shaking her head.

“No, you can leave, (Y/N),” she told you in a soft voice, with a strange smile. “But stay close, I might need you.”

You nodded, bowing slightly and moved to the back of the room, with your hands in front of your body, along with one of your companions.

It was just another day in the last two years. You, a normal village girl, were lucky enough to be chosen as one of the castle's maids, something you were always prepared for, something that didn't scare you that much, unlike your companions.

All those things they told you about the lady in white simply seemed like a mirage, legends that you hadn't been able to verify for yourself. Yes, you knew of her appetite, of how much your lady enjoyed some of your companions, but you, luckily, were never one of those chosen to spend the night with her.

According to the lady, your innocence was something that not even she dared to corrupt. You would only have to, judging by the words of those who were now your friends, wait for her opinion to change and for her dangerous eyes to finally fall on you.

That day seemed routine, a normal and ordinary visit from another of the Lords, from her little sister, from the mysterious and dark, Donna Beneviento.

It didn't matter how many insipid conversations you heard between them, none of them offered enough information to know anything else about that woman in black and her sinister doll that, of course, was already on its way to torture your companions along with the three daughters of the Dimitrescu matriarch.

“Tell me, Donna, has anything interesting happened in your life?” your lady asked, breaking the quiet silence of that tea room.

“No,” a hoarse voice came out of that black veil, a cold voice, a short answer.

“Mm,” Alcina muttered, with a bit of amusement in her voice, leaning back in the chair. “I assumed so.”

You looked at your companion, who shrugged her shoulders in amusement. Of course, that tea wasn't going to be more entertaining than the others and you two would just have to stand, an easy job that you were glad to have.

“Do you have any news?” that melodic voice asked again.

Unwillingly, you moved a little closer, since the lady in black always seemed to whisper, instead of speaking clearly. Your impudence was interrupted by an elbow from your companion.

“I always have news, my dear,” Alcina laughed, amused, with a sinister look, glancing sideways at your friend, who had not even been in the castle for two weeks and already had the privilege, or the misfortune, of having spent several nights in the vampire's chambers. “Do you see that girl?”

The lady in black nodded slowly. You automatically looked away, intimidated by those eyes that you couldn’t see.

“She is my latest addition, Ivana,” the lady in white explained, looking away again. “At first I thought she was just a clumsy villager looking for a job but… It turns out she has… Certain hidden talents.”

Your friend shifted, not with disgust, but with her cheeks covered in a subtle pink tone.

“Don't you get tired of treating your maids that way?” Lady Beneviento asked, with a slightly tired tone, retaining all the darkness that enveloped her.

“What way? Oh, Donna, don't be jealous,” Alcina joked, shaking her head.

The woman in black shifted nervously, with a small growl.

“I'm not jealous,” she protested in a slightly louder voice, the teacup shaking in her hands. “I'm just uncomfortable with the way you treat women like objects.”

The vampire laughed loudly, softly and elegantly, but with a clear mocking tone towards her sister, something that, of course, her visitor didn't like.

“Objects, you say? Please, I don't do such a thing,” your lady said, lighting a cigarette, causing Beneviento to cough uncomfortably. “The girls are free to choose.”

“Can we change the subject?” the veiled lady asked, clearly uncomfortable with that conversation.

“Mmm, no,” Alcina joked, arching her eyebrows seductively. “Why are you so prudish, my dear?”

“I'm not prudish,” she denied, leaving the cup with a loud noise on the table.

“Aren’t you? You seem like it, my dear… I'm tired of telling you that you can have fun with any of them and they, believe me, will be happy to do so,” the lady in white commented, causing a small shiver to run through you, you didn't know why.

“And I'm tired of telling you I don’t want to, Alcina,” the sister said, relaxing her posture a bit. “Your maids are people.”

“Yes, I know they are,” Alcina said, with a slightly more disinterested voice. “People willing to do everything you ask of them. Honestly, I don't think a bit of fun is bad for you, Donna.”

“I don't need pity from anyone,” the woman in black said. “If I'm alone it's because I want to be.”

“Pity? Who said pity? I'm talking about a little relief, my dear. Being alone is not good for you,” Dimitrescu corrected, with that same disinterested tone.

“I don't need anyone to relieve me, Alcina, I can do it myself,” the doll maker protested again, with a slightly harsher tone.

Well, at least this conversation was more interesting.

“Yes, yes... You're so boring, Donna,” the lady in white sighed, shaking her head again. “Come on, don't be silly. Accept my offer to prove you’re wrong.”

“Ugh.” That was the subtle response of the ventriloquist, who looked away, crossing her arms. “I'm not boring.”

“Prove it, let one of my maids show you a good time. You won't regret it, I give you my word,” your mistress insisted. The lady in black remained motionless, as if she were somehow beginning to consider that offer.

“I, I don't know,” she stammered, playing nervously with the fabric of her dress. Alcina laughed in satisfaction, winking at her.

“Ivana, come here, my dear, come closer,” the lady in white said, gesturing to your companion, who approached slowly, without asking, with a kind smile on her face.

The girl walked until she was within reach of the ladies and Alcina took her hand, pulling her and seductively grabbing her waist.

“Tell me, dear...” the vampire whispered, forcing the young woman to look at the lady in black, who simply held her gaze. “If my dear sister Donna wanted to spend some time with you, what would you say?”

“It would be a pleasure, my lady,” your friend said, blinking petulantly, accepting, as she always did, anything Alcina asked of her, anything.

That made you shudder.

“See? She will be happy to make you enjoy, my dear. Go, say hello to her,” the vampire said, gently pushing the girl towards Beneviento, who slowly took her hand as the young woman sat seductively on her lap, something that made the lady uncomfortable.

“What do you want me to do to you, my lady?” she whispered in her ear. The lady in black shifted, lowering the girl as she shook her head, removing her seductive hands from her body.

You lowered your gaze, terribly uncomfortable.

“No, not you,” Donna whispered rising from the sofa with a gasp of protest. The lady in white frowned, puzzled by her rejection.

“Not her? Why? Ivana is very… Good at everything she does,” Alcina whispered childishly, picking up the young woman in her arms.

“Not her,” the woman in black repeated, a little more nervous. “I don’t want to share her with anyone, and especially not with you.”

Alcina laughed again, patting your friend's bottom and motioning for her to return to her spot beside you.

“Oh, you're a bit selfish, aren't you?” your lady joked, sipping some of her tea, with a sinister look, which, unpredictably, turned to you, becoming thoughtful. “(Y/N), come.”

You heard your name and your legs trembled. It was an order, a direct one, but your ears didn't seem to hear it.

“(Y/N), go,” your friend said, snapping you out of that little shock. You looked at her fearfully and nodded, walking slowly towards the women.

“Come closer, dear,” Alcina said, gesturing disinterestedly for you to walk a little closer to her. Luckily, her claws didn't catch you. “How long have you been here, (Y/N)?”

“Two, two years, my lady,” you answered in a low voice, noticing a look that made you uncomfortable, those eyes that looked at you behind that black veil.

“Mm, two years, that's a long time, right?” Alcina whispered, satisfied with her sister's posture, which seemed more relaxed. “You would do anything for your lady, right?”

“Yes, my lady,” you answered automatically, with a red face, with your cheeks burning with shame.

“And if I, your lady, asked you to accompany Donna to a room and do everything she asked you, you would obey, right?” she asked, with a more sinister tone. The other woman barely moved, her gaze remained fixed on yours.

“Yes, yes, my lady,” you said, lowering your head, hiding the trembling of your hands, the nerves, the desire for that dark woman to reject Alcina's offer.

“Oh, look at that… I think Donna likes you…” Alcina said, with a velvety voice, mocking her sister's nervous posture. “Come on, go with her, and don't make me have to repeat it to you.”

The walk through the halls was tense. The lady walked beside you without speaking, with an elegant step, with a stoic, cold pose, as if she weren't going to do what she was going to do, as if you weren't going to… No, you didn't want to think about it. You had never done anything like that, and you didn't feel forced, but you were terribly nervous about this new assignment.

You entered one of the rooms, lowering your head when the lady in black entered behind you, standing, looking at you intensely, without moving, just looking at you.

She sighed, coming closer, raising her hand to bring it close to your face, to your innocent face. You, scared, nervous and confused, gasped, moving away in a reflex action. Her hand contracted and rejoined the other, her breathing more agitated.

“You're scared,” she whispered with that hoarse, melodic voice, as if she could read your thoughts.

“N, no, my lady, just a bit nervous,” you said in a sincere voice, looking away from her, looking at the wooden floor, at the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

“I don't want to hurt you,” she whispered again. “If you're uncomfortable, I'll leave you alone,” she finally said, making a gesture to leave the room. You couldn't allow that.

“No, no, my lady, wait, please,” you said a bit more scared. Failing Donna didn't matter to you, you knew she was kind, but failing your lady would bring consequences. “It’s, it's nothing, it's just that I'm not used to... This.”

“I understand,” she murmured, joining her hands and walking back to you. “I'm not either, but I guess it's the only way to get my sister to stop insisting.”

“What…?” you asked, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, to end this awkwardness that you knew was only going to get worse. “What do you want me to do, my lady?”

“What do you want to do?” Donna asked back, moving away, studying your body, your features, studying her prey, or so you thought.

“I, I don't know... I must, I must make you have a good time, my lady,” you whispered, moving your ankle on the floor, holding tightly the fabric of your ridiculously short maid dress.

“Mm,” she murmured, approaching your face, caressing it softly, calming the trembling of your body. “You are beautiful... I have been observing you for a long time and... Being that close I can only confirm your beauty.”

Those elegant compliments, with a seductive accent, made you stir, made the blush on your cheeks increase.

“It is very kind, my lady,” you said with a voice broken by nerves and embarrassment.

“I'm being honest,” she sighed, moving away again, standing in front of you, gesturing for you to come closer to the bed. “Would you be so kind as to take off your clothes? I'd like to see your body.”

“I...” you stammered, surprised by the request. Surprised, but not strange, after all, you already knew what your task was. “O, okay.”

“If you're going to hesitate, I'd better go,” the lady rebuked you. “I couldn't do anything that you're not willing to do, (Y/N).”

“No, no, well...” you interrupted, bringing your nervous hands to the buttons of your uniform, letting it slide down your body under her watchful gaze, falling to the floor, leaving you totally exposed to her, at her mercy.

“Bellisima…” the lady in black whispered, coming a little closer, running her hands over your chest, down your back, undoing your bra so it joined your discarded dress.

Her caresses tickled your skin and your hands, which were meant to cover you, disappeared under her calm, soft touch, with the only sound being your nervous breathing and that fireplace.

“Undress,” she ordered softly in your ear, pointing to the last piece of clothing you had left, waiting patiently for you to obey her orders.

You, closing your eyes, trying not to look at her dark figure, slid your fingers along the edges of your underwear, hesitating, but hiding that second of regret, lowering with a gasp the last piece of clothing that prevented your body from being completely exposed.

Hands rested on your shoulders, making you open your eyes again. Donna was close to you, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. She seemed to study you with her hands, unsure of her own actions, unsure of having given in to her sister's whims.

“Turn around,” she ordered you in a dry whisper, helping you turn with a gentle push, keeping her hands on your body until her soft touch disappeared.

You couldn't figure out what was happening, but soon you felt a darkness in your eyes, a black cloth that was placed in front of them, covering them completely.

Confused, you noticed how the lady tied a knot on your head, preventing that black cloth from moving, and you from being able to see anything. It didn't take you long to recognize the black veil that now covered your eyes, that floral essence that calmed your breathing.

Automatically, you raised your hands to the cloth, trying to move it. A strong grip on your wrist prevented you from doing so. You hissed in pain, but kept your composure.

“Don't you dare to take it off,” she said in your ear, her voice dark.

“My, my lady?” you asked when she released you from her grip, turning you around again.

“Silenzio,” Donna whispered in a stern tone, grabbing your waist and gently pulling you. “Just nod, will you allow me to kiss you, (Y/N)?”

You swallowed, but nodded slowly. Of course, Lady Beneviento's appearance was a mystery. The rumors only worsened your perception. What kind of monstrous mouth would kiss you?

Slowly, you accepted that elegant question, raising and lowering your head. She sighed, keeping her hands holding your waist as she brought her lips closer to yours, capturing them in a soft, almost imperceptible way.

Soft, tender, soft lips, nothing that could be related to any kind of monster. She kept a soft, slow rhythm, chaste but well-calculated kisses, perfectly in time with the timid movements of yours. It was an incredible kiss, the best you had ever had, the softest, the most... romantic.

After a while, Donna pulled away, sighing again. You couldn't see her, but you already knew there was nothing strange about that face, nothing that made you shiver.

“Very well, (Y/N),” she congratulated you with a soft whisper. “Lie down on the bed, please.”

“Yes, my…” you said, walking slowly backwards, tripping clumsily on the furniture, almost falling to the floor. Her hand stopped you and you laughed nervously, embarrassed.

“You're very nervous,” Donna said, helping you to lie down, adding her weight to the mattress under a sound of clothes moving, surely from her own black dress disappearing.

“It's, it's my first time, my lady,” you said trembling, with the lady's hands tickling your skin, passing over your bare legs, exploring your chest, everything that could be within her reach and you couldn't see.

“Alcina wasn't lying, you're special,” she murmured, raising her hands to your face, cupping it comfortably between them and kissing you again with more ardent lips, leaning your back on the bed, placing her free hand on your chest, caring for it in a sensual, but not aggressive way. You soon realized that this little encounter was not going to be as you expected.

“I think I should apologize, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, with a gasp taken by the increasing intensity of your kisses. “I don’t intend to use you as she would.”

“It's, it's okay, my lady,” you said trembling, noticing her hand climbing up your legs, up your thighs, scratching them in a sweet, sensual but not rough way, not in the way you knew Alcina would use.

“I want you to enjoy it too,” she whispered when her fingers caressed your wetness, more excited than you thought, melted by those whispers, by those caresses and those gentle kisses, that almost romantic attitude that you believed impossible in someone like her.

The contact made you draw back a little, causing the lady to sigh in annoyance, calming you with more kisses, ceasing your tremors with softer caresses.

“I would like to touch you, (Y/N), will you allow me?” she asked again with that strange kindness, subtly passing her fingers through your wet folds, putting some pressure on your clit so it would not be abrupt or too intense.

You felt a little overwhelmed by that subtle touch, lustful but not hurting, by those soft movements on your wet flesh, by that discreet play of her fingers at your entrance.

As soon as she saw your response from, her fingers penetrated into your entrance slowly, careful with their movements so as not to hurt you, so as not to harm you. You, with your eyes covered by that black veil, immediately relaxed, surrendered to the pleasure of her hands, of her caresses, of the kisses she placed on your exposed skin to control her own movements.

“Che bagnata sei…” she whispered against your skin, making you shake your head in confusion, raising your chest to better understand those words, something you didn't do. “Sei perfetta…”

Gently, she lowered your body back onto the bed, when the intensity of her fingers on your body relaxed into a pleasurable, soft rhythm, perfectly in time with the movements of her body, with her hips shaking nervously against yours.

“My, my lady,” you moaned involuntarily, at the same time as her wet fingers curved, stretching your walls in a technical way, without losing the sensuality of her actions, kissing your neck, slowly climbing on top of you while touching you.

“Do you like this? Are you enjoying it?” Donna asked in an elegant way, speaking in your ear, tightening again that improvised bandage on your head, making sure that it didn't fall, that your eyes would never see her face, something you wanted to do more and more.

“My, my lady,” you moaned again, your fears clouded by her touch, by the way she caressed you, inside and out. The lust and the burning heat of her caresses prevented your mind from staying calm, from thinking about her, about what she did, about the incredible way she made you enjoy with a few subtle movements. “I want to touch you too.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked, moving more slowly, moving her hand away from your breast, removing her fingers from inside of you, making you moan at the lack of contact. “Fine, let me guide you.”

Her wet hand rested on yours, moving it towards her, gently running over an erection that you didn't expect, but that didn't surprise you. Just like with her face, you had heard rumors about her body.

“It doesn't disgust you,” she affirmed with a slightly confused voice, her breathing altered due to the caresses of your now free hand on her shaft, soft, exploratory, curious caresses...

“It doesn’t, my lady,” you said, sure of what you were saying, letting her hand guide yours again, leading your fingers to open, to embrace her body and move slowly up and down, which made the lady in black gasp.

“Move slowly... Like this,” she indicated among discreet moans, getting a little closer to you while your hand moved slowly, just as she told you. “Do you want to do it yourself?”

You nodded again, moaning when her touch returned to your wetness, when your hand was free to act on its own instincts, maintaining that gentle rhythm she wanted, stopping at the tip, passing your thumb to make the lady move from the pleasure that your inexperienced fingers gave her.

“Would you be willing to use your mouth?” she asked after a quiet time, soft moans filling the air, with your hand becoming more and more skilled on her shaft.

“I've never done anything like that, my lady,” you said with a cold breeze between your legs, with an empty space in your hand as the lady moved to lie down, caressing herself (or so her movements told you.)

“I didn't ask you if you did it, I asked if you want to do it, (Y/N),” she said in a serious voice, breathing quickly from her own caresses.

“I... Okay, okay,” you said nodding, blind but hot, but amazed by the pleasure of that winter afternoon so unexpected, so unexpectedly pleasurable.

Donna murmured, pulling your hand to get you closer, sitting up to steal a hot kiss from you, some messy kisses, but focused on your lips, inadvertently provoking a nervous gasp from you, a moan of sincere pleasure.

Your bandaged head slowly lowered, your lips brushed her erection, your body trembled at the contact, urging you to go down, to kiss everything you could, to surround it with your wet mouth, with your hand that was almost an expert one.

The movements were clumsy, slow, but they caused Donna immense pleasure. Her whole body shuddered from your lascivious kisses, from the soft caresses of your lips on her shaft, from your tongue, that lost its fear and joined in that dirty game.

“Basta,” the doll maker said after another moment of pleasure, of forcing your free hand to pass between your legs, emulating the contact you had lost a few moments ago.

You moved away, taking a breath, squeezing your thighs so they would increase the pleasure of your own hand. You had long since lost your fear. You had long since stopped caring where you were.

“Lie down, tesoro,” she ordered you, pulling you back, changing positions, grabbing your legs, gently separating them, caressing them so the tension that had begun to form in your body would disappear. “Relax, I'll be gentle.”

That whisper brought back some of the fear to your body, the touch of her tip against your wet entrance, playing with it, forced you to pull back. Her hands prevented your escape, keeping your legs apart as she came closer and closer.

You grabbed those silk sheets tightly as you felt a sharp pain go through your body, noticing how your innocence suddenly disappeared, stretching your anxious walls, making you squirm due to the discomfort, but also to the pleasure that was not comparable to anything before.

“Shh, it's okay, I'm sorry, tesoro...” Donna whispered, caressing your head, freeing the sheets from your hand, squeezing it tightly with hers as her hips continued their path, slowly entering you. “Does it hurt too much? Do you want me to stop?”

“N, no…” you murmured, noticing how the pain was slowly defeated by pleasure, by her shaft sliding into your walls, conquering that virgin place, a place that no one had been lucky enough to see, or feel. “It's… It's… Big…”

Donna laughed amused, moving freely, noticing how little by little your body adapted to that intruder and welcomed it, hugging it intensely.

“I don't know if I have to thank you for the compliment, or apologize…” she joked, kissing you quickly on the lips, holding your legs, keeping them in the right place, giving more room to her hot body so she could move more comfortably.

“Così buono…” she murmured after some lustful moans, after gradually increasing the movements of her hips, her soft thrusts into your body.

You held her hand tightly, letting yourself be carried away by that overwhelming pleasure, letting your body melt, dancing with hers, forgetting who she was, and who you were.

Those soft movements became almost erratic, nervous. Your moans distorted until they became grunts, until she stopped inside of you, releasing herself and caressing your wetness with hers, filling you with her heat.

“You're not done, (Y/N),” she said in a serious voice, coming out of you and catching her breath. You shook your head, ecstatic, exhausted by the movements of your body, by that unbridled and unexpected passion.

“No, no, but... But I liked it,” you whispered, catching your breath too, making a terrible mistake, taking off the veil that covered your eyes.

“What are you doing?!” she asked, scared, covering her face with her hands, not caring about her nakedness, only worried that you wouldn't run away from her appearance. “Don’t, don't look at me, don't look at me!”

It was too late, you had seen her face. Donna was a beautiful woman, self-conscious, according to you, for no reason. A horrible scar occupied part of her face, but it wasn't nearly enough to make you flinch.

“I'm sorry, my lady, I...” you stammered scared, with your hand snatching the black fabric from you. “My lady, don’t, don't be afraid, you are, you are beautiful.”

“Save your lies,” she hissed, looking at you now without fear, with anger in her one eye. “I told you not to take it off.”

“You are beautiful, Donna, really,” you said in a pleading tone, making her shake her head and sigh, looking at the black fabric in her hands.

“Thank, thank you for pleasing me. I had a great time with you,” she said in a serious, disoriented voice. You stood up automatically, catching the brunette in a quick kiss, one that made her eye open in surprise.

“Me too,” you said sincerely, uninhibited by the pleasure, by everything you had felt. She smiled thoughtfully, biting her lip.

“I, I would like to see you again, (Y/N)… Would you like that?” she asked sighing, playing with your hands, with your naked bodies illuminated by that fireplace.

“Yes, yes, Donna,” you sighed, finding a spark, something that had burned inside you, something that made your heart beat faster. You were sure of what you wanted, and that your desire to have the lady inside of you again was completely true.

She left soon after, leaving you exhausted, giggling like a teenager as you dressed, remembering that unexpected act, that pleasure you didn't think you would feel, that comfort you didn't think something like her would make you feel.

Your companions looked at you scared, checking that you were intact, that Donna hadn't hurt you. The cause of their concern, according to them, were the rumors, Alcina's words that informed them her poor sister was not right in the head, she was a dangerous disturbed…

No. She was kind, gentle, soft with you. It may have been an act of liberation, of relief, something she needed and you could offer her, but you couldn't find a way to explain it in other way than with praise, with affection and gratitude to the lady for having been the opposite of what you expected.

Lady Beneviento kept her word, coming back to see you the following week, and the next one… Your encounters were always the same, affectionate, tender, slow… There was nothing that made you think what the other maids said about the lady in black was true.

Little by little your smile grew bigger when you saw her, her fear of you seeing her face disappeared. There was no blindfold, no veil, just you and Donna.

“Tell me something about yourself…” the lady asked, playing with your hands after another afternoon of passion, when the end of that act only served to maintain longer and longer conversations.

“What do you want to know?” you asked, snuggling up to her, letting your heart beat faster to be by her side. Yes, it was hard for you to admit it but… You had fallen in love with her.

“Why maid?” she asked curiously, without stopping to intertwine your fingers, with a tender look, exhausted by pleasure.

You sighed and shrugged, leaning closer to her so she could hug you, so she could protect you with her arms.

“I don't know, I guess in this village you can't be anything else,” you whispered, letting yourself be impregnated by that floral perfume, moving due to her soft laugh.

“What would you have liked to be, (Y/N)?” Donna asked, with that same curious tone, that curiosity that was increasingly common in your encounters.

“Mm, I don't know...” you said amused, moving on top of her body, kissing her quickly before answering. “I really like to draw.”

“Do you?” she asked, with a tender look. “Would you like to be an artist?”

“Well, not as much as an artist,” you said shyly, running a finger along her chest, caressing her pale skin. “But I would have liked to have some more time to be able to do my doodles.”

“I'm sure Alcina will be happy to give you whatever you need,” Donna murmured, with a slightly sad sigh.

“Sure…” you sighed at the same time, relaxing, about to fall asleep.

“Hey, (Y/N), I, I was wondering if…” Donna said, moving away so she could look you in the eyes. You blinked for her to speak.

“Yes?” you asked in a dreamy tone, waiting for a question you had been wanting to hear from her lips for months.

“Donna, Donna, you silly, vicious, Donna! Get your little thing out of that dirty maid and let's go home!” a shrill voice sounded behind the bedroom door, the annoying, sinister Angie.

“Cazzo…” she sighed, closing her eye and giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “I have, I have to go.”

“Oh, okay…” you said, a bit disappointed, running your hand down her back as she began to dress. “Are you coming next week?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling, kissing you warmly before putting on that horrible black veil again.

Once again, she left, like every week, like every time she loved you, leaving you completely alone afterwards. You didn't know what she wanted to ask you, but, deep down, you wanted her to do it, you wanted her to… Ask you to go with her, not to return to the castle, to live a love that was not verbalized but increasingly perceptible.

But time passed and nothing changed, nothing except your body, which seemed to somatize that impossible love you felt, making you dizzy, forcing you to be almost unable to move.

“Shit...” you whispered, with your head stuck in the bathroom, expelling your breakfast as you had been for several weeks, always helped by your friend Ivana, your best friend.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked, rubbing your back while holding your head.

“Yes, yes...” you said, moving away from her, overwhelmed by so much attention, by that horrible headache. Wetting your face in the sink you sighed, looking at your haggard appearance, one that you could only hide when Donna came to see you.

“You're a mess, (Y/N),” your friend commented while you rinsed yourself, checking for yourself the veracity of her words.

“Yes... It must be the change of weather or... I don't know, there was something strange about that breakfast,” you whispered, coming out of the bathroom and letting yourself fall on the bed.

“Yes, well, Olga prepared it,” Ivana joked, sitting next to you.

You laughed, shaking your head.

“That's probably the problem...” you sighed, looking at the ceiling, with a worry occupying all your thoughts, with a fear that you had for a long time. Your friend laughed, leaving you alone. You, who didn't trust anyone else, not even Donna, sat on the bed.

“Ivana, wait,” you said, drawing the attention of the young woman, who turned around with a smile, nodding kindly. “I have, I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me, (Y/N),” she said, sitting next to you again.

You played nervously with your hands, sweating from that same fear, from the cause of your nervousness.

“I'm, I'm a bit scared, Ivana,” you confessed, earning an uneasy look from your friend, who rubbed your back again.

“Scared? What's wrong, (Y/N)? Has Lady Beneviento hurt you?” she asked, knowing that those encounters, those experiences were pleasant for you, but never trusting your word.

“No, it's not that... It's that... It's that...” you murmured nervously.

“You're in love with her, I know it,” she said in a low voice, discreetly checking that you were alone. You hit the mattress and shook your head.

“Ivana, my period should have come three weeks ago,” you confessed, looking away, with flushed cheeks and your heart beating very, very fast.

“And it hasn't,” your friend murmured, with a slightly nervous tone.

“It hasn’t...” you answered. “Gods... What if...?”

“Do you think you're pregnant?” she asked without subtlety, getting a little closer to you.

“I don't... I don't know...” you said sobbing, finding some comfort in your friend's gestures. “I think, I think so.”

“Oh...” Ivana sighed, with a disoriented face, sighing at the same time as you. “It's... It's Donna's, right?”

“Of course it's hers...” you protested angrily, looking for something on the ceiling that could help you.

“What are you going to do?” the young woman asked, calming your incipient crying. “Are you going to tell her?”

“No!” you screamed furiously, echoing off the walls. “I can't tell anyone, Ivana.”

“Why not? It's her child too,” she said, trying to calm you down, unfortunately, without success.

“She, she can't know, she would abandon me if... If... Don't you understand? I, I don't know what she feels for me... If she finds out that she got me pregnant she'll lose interest in me, I'll never see her again,” you said, letting your fears escape from your lips, putting a hand on your belly.

“You're making assumptions, (Y/N), you don't know how she's going to react,” Ivana said, trying to reason with you.

“That's the thing, I don't want to know.”

Indeed, a test you took discreetly days later confirmed the news. You were pregnant, with Donna. Scared, you believed that it wouldn't do any good to your relationship, that, for her, you were only a diversion, a hobby, not knowing what her true feelings were, no matter how much you fantasized about them.

Days, weeks, months passed, and without wanting to, you took care of distancing yourself from Donna, giving her a thousand and one excuses so she wouldn't come to see you, so those encounters, those moments together wouldn't be repeated.

Your belly grew, covered thanks to your friend by layers of clothing that prevented it from being detected by Alcina, or by one of the maids. You knew you couldn't keep the secret forever, you knew that Donna wasn't going to wait for you that long.

Shortly after denying her visits, magically, she stopped insisting, the phone didn't ring again.

4 months later, the lady in black didn't adore you with her kisses, with her hugs… She didn't return to the castle, you didn't see her again.

“A little more, (Y/N),” your lady asked, while you carefully poured some wine into a glass. Your laziness and sadness was noticed by your mistress, but she never mentioned it, she simply limited herself to reducing your tasks due to your depressed appearance.

“Enough, my lady?” you asked with a shy look, with your belly preventing you from acting normally.

“Mm,” the lady in white nodded, drinking quietly in her chambers, with you as her only company. “Donna called this morning.”

The sound of her name shook you, leaving you petrified on the floor.

“After insulting me in every possible way in Italian, she demanded to see you, dear,” she explained without any change in that seductive voice, looking at you over the red liquid, which danced hypnotically in that glass.

“I thought she wasn't calling anymore,” you whispered, with a mixture of joy and fear in your body. She arched her eyebrows and smiled sinisterly, turning around to put on lipstick on an old dressing table.

“You thought… You think a lot of things, don't you?” she joked in a subtle tone, looking at herself in the mirror, looking at you in the reflection as well. “Listen, I'm not interested in what happened between you and Donna, but I'd like you to tell me why you've refused to see her all this time.”

“My lady, that's… It's… My business,” you said furiously, clenching your fist tightly, abandoning the desire to run away, for your own sake.

“No, you’re wrong,” Alcina said amused, turning around to continue piercing you with her gaze. “You're my maid. It's my business, (Y/N). I'm sick of her stupid accusations and her little girl behavior.”

“I'm sorry, my lady, but…” you said, trying to leave the room, stopped by a large hand on your arm, which pulled you in an unpleasant way.

“I thought I asked you to do whatever she wants, (Y/N),” she hissed in a sinister tone, but not especially aggressive.

“I have done so for months, my lady,” you defended yourself, putting a hand on your belly involuntarily. The lady in white laughed mockingly and shook her head, looking at you with a frown.

“Where do you think you are, (Y/N)? In the middle of the snow?” she joked, standing up imposingly, approaching you and putting a hand on a strategically placed coat. “Take all those clothes off.”

“I'm fine, my lady,” you stammered, stepping back. That made Alcina angry, who growled and crossed her arms.

“You all have to dress the same way, (Y/N), I like order, and justice,” she murmured, leaning towards you. “Take that ridiculous coat off, you're going to die of heat…”

“My lady, I…” you murmured, on the verge of tears.

“Now,” she asked you with an almost silent order, authoritative enough for you to sob helplessly, unbuttoning your coat and letting it fall to the floor, exposing your bulging belly. “That's... Much better, isn't it...?”

At first she didn't notice, but as she spoke, Alcina's gaze went down your body, noticing the difference, your embarrassment. Your tears were already running down your cheeks.

“What do we have here?” the lady asked in a soft voice, approaching seductively until she was too close to your trembling body, sinking in soft crying. “What does that mean, (Y/N)?”

“I, I'm...” you stammered, putting a hand on your belly, protecting it from the possible wrath of your lady. “I'm pregnant.”

“I see...” she whispered, joining her large hand to yours, with a frown. “Who's the father? I thought you’re not allowed to…”

“It's Donna's,” you corrected, preventing you from being considered as one of your companions, some who had their boyfriends in the village.

“Donna? Oh, of course it is…” she sighed, putting a hand on her eyes, rubbing them ironically. “I suppose that thinking she would be careful was overestimating her, right?”

You sobbed again, shaking your head. Your lady's attitude seemed to relax, cursing her sister in a low voice for not having been as careful as she should have.

“She can't know,” you said through tears, letting the lady sit you in a nearby chair, moved by your state, and by knowing who was responsible. “That's why I don't want her to see me... I don't want her to... To...”

“Shhh, be quiet, little bird, don't get upset...” your lady whispered, in a kinder tone, unable to look away from your belly, from your baby, who was growing without knowing how unhappy its life would be.

“Please don't fire me,” you begged, unable to look her in the eyes. She laughed and shook her head again, sighing tiredly.

“Firing you because my sister is irresponsible? It wouldn't be fair,” she murmured, sitting in front of you, thoughtful. “Forgive my indiscretion but... I think Donna should know, right?”

“No, she can't know,” you interrupted abruptly, closing your eyes tightly.

“Why not?” the lady asked curiously, relaxing in that big chair.

“Because... Because I... I love her,” you confessed, no longer afraid, knowing that she wouldn't be angry with you, that she wouldn't hold you responsible for the lack of care of Donna, one you adored.

“Oh, wow... It turns out that you have finally fallen in love with her, mm? I'm not surprised,” she commented amused, mocking your feelings a little. “Does she feel the same?”

“I, I don't know,” you sighed at this uncomfortable interrogation.

“My sister has never been particularly talkative, huh?” Alcina mocked again, with a sinister smile. “I wish I could help you, dear, but I'm afraid Donna is just as closed off with everyone and…”

“My lady!” one of your companions interrupted, entering the room abruptly, causing a growl of disgust from the lady, who stood up violently.

“Gods, Irene, haven't I told you a thousand times to knock on the door?” the lady protested, with a terrifying voice.

The girl apologized, lowering her head, but didn’t move from her position.

“Sorry, my lady, but, but there is a problem,” the young woman said, while you cried discreetly, caressing your belly desperately.

“What the hell is going on?” Alcina asked abruptly, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “I'm busy.”

“It's, it's better that you see for yourself, my lady,” the young woman said.

The lady in white growled, gesturing for you to follow her through the corridors, to one of the castle's entrances.

Loud knocks echoed off the wooden walls, followed by angry screams.

“Apri la porta! Ora!” a furious, broken screech, one you already knew, sounded behind the doors. Donna.

“I see…” Alcina whispered, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Do you recognize that voice, my dear?”

You, scared, but unable to escape from your lady's grip, nodded with a hand on your mouth.

“La porta, Alcina, apri quella fottuta porta!” the lady continued yelling, furious, not stopping hitting the wood with her fists.

“What manners…” the lady in white laughed, giggling and gesturing to the maid Irene to open the door slowly.

Once it was open, the lady in black rushed nervously into the castle, looking everywhere. She seemed terribly out of her mind. Seeing this behavior, Alcina moved you to hide behind her, something that didn't make much sense. Donna had already seen you.

“You…” she hissed, pointing her finger at you. “Sei una stronza!” she insulted you, leaving you trembling behind the tall lady, who put on a serious face.

“That's enough, Donna,” Alcina said in a soft but stern voice, stopping the exaggerated movements of the lady’s trembling hands.

“That's enough? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't realize what's going on here?” the veiled lady asked, stalking you behind her sister, pulling on your arms. “You damn traitor.”

“I said enough. Let her go, Donna,” the lady in white said, removing her sister's hand from your arm.

“Of course, of course I should have imagined it... I should have assumed that you would have fucked her too, that you were jealous of (Y/N) being mine,” Donna said in a dark voice, speaking in a way that you had never heard, very far from her tender words and loving, kind whispers.

“Donna, wait, you're wrong, I...” you whispered, trying to touch the lady, who pushed your hand away with a nasty slap.

“Don't touch me,” she whispered dangerously. You could only sob, backing away.

“Donna...” you sobbed, seeing how she lost her nerves, how her patience had run out.

“You're happy, aren't you?” Donna said abruptly, pushing her sister in a pathetic, furious way. “Porca puttana!”

“Stay still, dear,” Alcina said, not moving away from Donna’s rough pushes, which barely made her move.

“You didn't stop until you got it! Until... You, you took her from me! You stole (Y/N) from me! I'll kill you!”

“Donna…” the lady in white sighed, looking at the ceiling with a tired sigh, enduring her sister's clumsy blows until, tired of that attitude, she lifted her up, comically holding her under her arms, making her kick angrily in the air.

“Lasciami! Lasciami!” Donna protested, before Dimitrescu brought her down to the floor roughly, right in front of you.

“Why don't you just shut your mouth and look twice?” Alcina hissed, guiding the brunette's body.

Donna breathed nervously, looking at you, you knew with hatred, while you cried seeing her like that, knowing that she was going to find out your secret.

“Don't you see something strange about her?” Alcina asked again, bringing Lady Beneviento closer to you as if she were a doll.

“What?” she asked furiously, looking at you closely, bringing her gaze to the hand that was placed on your belly. “What...?”

“Donna, I'm pregnant,” you confessed among sobs. “It's, it's yours...”

“Um...? Pregnant?” the lady in black asked confused, shaking her head, relaxing her body, enough for Alcina to let her go with an angry growl. “But… But…”

“I didn't want to tell you because… Because I was afraid you'd never come back, of… Of… Of losing you…” you murmured when you saw that her attitude was confused, and not angry.

She didn't answer, simply, with a nervous breath, she brought her hand to your belly, trembling, shaking her head.

“Gods… (Y/N)… A baby…” she sighed, with an expression you couldn't see, but with a calm voice. “Is it… Is it mine?”

“Of course it's yours,” you said, looking away. “I… I love you, Donna and… I didn't want you to know because… Because… I didn't know if you felt…”

The brunette pounced on you, pushing aside her black veil to kiss you passionately, softly, caressing your lips calmly, with the salty taste of your tears.

“I love you, (Y/N)… I've loved you since, since I saw you, I…” she stammered, resting her forehead against yours, swaying with you. “Gods, I, I love you so much…”

“Do you love me? Do you really love me?” you sobbed, excited by that confession.

“With all my soul…” she whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

A sharp slap interrupted that romantic moment, that confession you wanted to hear from her lips.

“Let's see, let's see, what do we do now, (Y/N)?” Alcina asked, separating you in a comical way.

“She has to, she has to be with me, Alcina… Please, let, let her live with me, please,” Donna said, with a nervous voice, without letting your hand go.

The lady in white nodded slowly, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, I assumed so,” the vampire murmured. “Okay, okay, (Y/N) will move in with you… You finally got it, huh? You took one of my best maids…”

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