Work Text:
The dressing rooms of Castle Dimitrescu were just as lavish as the rest of the castle's rich interior. All of the furniture was gilded in gold and upholstered with rich fabrics. Lady Dimitrescu’s private dressing room held numerous closets filled to the brim with expensive tailor made clothes. The wardrobes farthest to the back of the room held the clothes from her previous life, now much too small, though she still refrained from parting with them. Occasionally her daughters would ransack them to play dress up much to their mothers annoyance.
As most of the rooms in the castle it was illuminated with both candles and more modern lighting. The candles flickered casting long shadows across the walls, bathing the occupants in a warm golden light.
“Stop fidgeting” Donna murmured around the pins she held clutched between her teeth.
“I do not fidget!” Alcina huffed as she straightened her spine, arms folded across her chest as she stood towering in the centre of the room.
“You do, terribly so” Donna sighed, plucking the pins from her mouth and sticking them into her pin cushion. “Angie moves less than you do”
“Angie is a puppet” Alcina retorted with a pout.
Donna dropped the length of fabric she’d been holding, the fine folds and pleats forgotten as she glared up at Alcina.
“Stop being petulant you know she’s more than that”
“Of course I do” Alcina sighed, though she refused to properly apologise for the slight.
“I should really stop making the arduous journey up here, but the girls love playing with Angie, and despite your sourness I enjoy your company” Donna tutted, shaking her head, stray strands of hair falling from her bun to frame her face.
“Among other things” Alcina smirked, head held aloft arrogantly, effectively ignoring the glare from the other Lord.
“Perhaps that’s where I’m going wrong with you” She chided, earning a frown and a side glance from the taller woman.
Donna stepped back to examine her handiwork, scowling at the uneven hem thanks to Alcina’s constant fidgeting. The deep red silk made the countesses skin glow like moonlight, the soft material clung to her every curve perfectly accentuating her body. It really was some of Donna’s best work, if only the Matriarch would stand still for longer than ten minutes at a time.
Alcina watched Donna intently as the smaller woman stretched her back with audible clicks and a long groan. Her sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and her veil had been long abandoned on the chaise lounge that had been pushed aside to make room for Alcina’s fitting. It was a sight reserved for very few, Alcina was one of the only people besides Mother Miranda and Donna’s much trusted gardener that ever got to see Donna without her veil. A feat that took many years and repeated compliments and bribery for Alcina to accomplish, even now it was a sight she treasured and knew the value of. The fire that burnt fiercely at the far end of the room gave Donna a flushed glow across her ghostly pale skin.
Pins rattled as Donna placed the tub down on the side dresser, she reached into her dress pocket carefully extracting a small vial of oil. The oil carried a floral scent and a bitter taste as she spread it across her bottom lip evenly like a gloss. Donna turned back to Alcina with a pointed look, her finger crooked to beckon the Countess to bend down to her height. Alcina complied with an arched brow, her face shifted into surprise as Donna’s hands settled against her cheeks pulling her close enough to place a chaste kiss against her plump lips.
“What was that fo-” Alcina began to ask, her tongue flicking out to lick across her bottom lip, pausing when realisation began to set in. She blinked and shook her head lightly, dark curls swaying with the movement. “You sneaky little minx” She growled softly, receiving an amused chuckle in reply.
The edges of her vision blurred softly as Alcina opened her eyes again, the light of the room became hazy as her gaze settled back on the woman staring up at her with a small smirk. Donna raised her right hand reminiscent of a marionette, a soft gasp left Alcina’s throat as she felt her own arm being pulled into position. Golden eyes settled on the delicate red ribbon as it snaked across her skin, wrapping around her wrist to tie itself in a perfect bow. The same ribbon slowly weaved itself way around each of her limbs, Donna surveyed her work with a satisfied hum.
“Much better” Donna commented with a nod as she retrieved her pins and resumed her place at Alcina’s feet.
Alcina eyed the restraints as she gave an experimental tug, Donna tutted, shaking her head at the other woman's antics. She kept her focus on fixing the hem, completely ignoring Alcina’s grunt as her arms were pulled and secured above her head, the ribbons plaiting and winding towards the ceiling to tie themselves tightly to an invisible beam. Alcina stood stretched out towards the ceiling much like an elegant statue.
Donna finished hemming the dress, making sure it was perfectly straight before she shuffled back and stood again. “Don’t you make the prettiest doll” She complimented as her eyes raked over Alcina’s form.
Alcina huffed and tugged at her wrists, the sudden jerk of her shoulders caused the silk that was delicately draped across her chest to slip revealing the sheer cream lace of her bustier.
“Pretty but so badly behaved” Donna teased as she moved forward to fix the neckline of the dress, dragging over one of the footstools to stand on. Her fingers trailed across the lace following the curve of Alcina’s breast, until the heavy flesh rested in her palm, overflowing from her small grasp.
Alcina bit her lip, bitter remnants of the oil causing her to scrunch her nose in distaste. “I happen to know you rather like it when I misbehave, Lady Beneviento” Alcina teased, her voice low and stained with the beginning flames of desire.
Donna laughed, deep and heartily, her head thrown back as she held her stomach. “You’re right, I do” She grinned. “However, you invited me over to make you a new dress and I’d like to finish it” A sharp pinch to Alcina’s nipple punctuated Donna’s statement.
Alcina hissed, her jaw tense as she stared down at Donna with heavy lidded eyes. “Go ahead then” She husked, her lips quirked up into a half smirk. “Just make sure to be quick, my patience is running thin”
Donna tilted her head, her hand squeezed Alcina’s breast harshly before letting go to expertly drape the material into place. She quickly got back to work, pinning and temporarily stitching the garment. Donna hopped down from the stool and gathered the fabric to ruche it across one wide hip. The heavy sigh that came from above her distracted Donna enough for her fingers to slip slightly, pricking the pristine marbled skin beneath her hands. Alcina sucked in a sharp breath, her hip jerked back sharply at the small pain.
“Stop now, you hardly even felt that” Donna tsked lightly, landing a soft smack against Alcina’s hip in scolding.
“I’ll show you exactly what I felt once I get out of-” Alcina’s growl was cut off by a deep laugh from the woman at her hip.
“I highly doubt that ‘Cina Darling, I’m not the one tied up” Donna grinned, her good eye crinkled in amusement. “Quiet now I’m nearly finished” She continued as she placed the final pins and turned to scribble down any missing measurements in her diary.
“Hmm, interesting” Donna hummed as she bent over her notes, flicking back to check her previous dress measurements from the last time she fitted the Matriarch.
“What’s interesting?” Alcina growled impatiently, tugging at the mental ribbons that bound her wrists.
“You’ve grown again, another inch since I last took your measurements” Donna noted as she glanced back at Alcina with an admiring expression. “I remember when I could kiss you easily without needing you to bend down” She gave a dreamy sigh at the memory.
Alcina’s expression soured immediately, it was no mystery to Donna that the Countess was self conscious about her size. Despite the incredible amount of confidence the woman portrayed, her mutation had always been a sore spot. Just as Donna’s mutation was for her, but where Donna chose to hide and shy away, Alcina stood on the opposite precipice making up for it loudly.
“I do much prefer you as you are now though, like some supreme goddess under my hands. It’s always such a joy to dress you Darling” She continued, gently placating her companion as she moved to carefully undo the buttons running down the length of the dress, catching the silk material before it could pool around Alcina’s feet. “Up” Donna commanded lightly, smiling as Alcina obediently raised each leg to allow her to remove the dress without complaint.
Donna hummed contently as she folded the immense dress over her arm, placing it carefully across the chaise lounge to avoid any pins coming loose. She’d spend the next week bent over her sewing machine tirelessly working to finish the garment to the utmost perfection. It would be worth the pain in her back and the constant teasing from Angie to see Alcina’s smile upon delivery.
“Now that we’re finished with that…” She smiled indulgently as she walked by towards Alcina, circling the footstool before sitting down on it gracefully.
The Countess arched an eyebrow, ready to argue about her current position. The complaint died on her tongue the moment she felt more luxurious ribbons wrap around her thighs, the material cool even against her own chilled skin. The silk tightened almost painfully around her right thigh drawing a guttural groan from Alcina’s lips. Donna tilted her head back, leaning back on her hands to admire the statuesque beauty in front of her. She raised one hand with a dramatic flourish, Alcina’s body followed her movements fluidly, the perfect marionette.
Her puppet master beckoned the strings with lithe fingers, they tugged and pulled with exquisite friction, the silk against her thighs tantalisingly close to the increasingly hot fire burning at her centre. Donna hummed in contemplation, her fingers dancing in the air as they wove the imaginary ropes, silken cords snaked across the Countesses body, wrapping around her breasts squeezing firmly and between her thighs roughly passing over the ;ace of her undergarments. The friction pulled gasps and moans from Alcina’s throat, working her up to the point of desperation but never giving her enough. Alcina whimpered, her bottom lip caught harshly between her teeth, deep impressions left in the plump red painted flesh.
Donna smiled, enjoying the sounds she managed to provoke in the normally well put together Matriarch. It gave Donna immense pleasure that she was one of the only people that could reduce the noble woman to a wanton, pleading mess. It was no secret that Alcina took pleasure in the many maids she employed, Donna had seen first hand how she took that pleasure. Alcina was always commanding and forceful, taking what she needed with self imposed superiority, a stark contrast to the woman she became under Donna’s hands. The woman that needed to be controlled and taken, something Donna was more than happy to oblige her in. It had surprised Alcina the first time Donna had slipped into her mind and taken control, it was nearly impossible for the small woman to take the Countess by physical force alone so she had used her abilities to her advantage and Alcina had adored it.
Alcina wobbled slightly, mental restraints could only go so far, and as much as Donna wanted to suspend her from the ceiling and take her right there in the centre of her dressing room she instead decided to release her hold momentarily.
The Countess fell forward barely catching herself as she tried to catch her breath from the relentless teasing the still seated woman had put her through.
“You can’t leave me like this” Alcina breathed out, her golden gaze flickering between arrogance and pleading.
“I have no intention of it” Donna chuckled softly, her own gaze dark as she watched Alcina try to regain her composure. “Bedroom, go on, off you pop” Donna teased, swatting at Alcina thigh as she waltzed passed.
“This is my castle, I’m sure I should be the one saying that” Alcina griped despite following the given instructions.
Donna followed behind her lazily, grabbing her fabric shears on the way, smirking when she found Alcina already sitting and waiting on the end of her bed.
“Eager are we?” Donna laughed softly, a twinkle in her eye.
Alcina scoffed and turned her nose up haughtily. “Not quite, I’m just very aware of the possibility of your delinquent companion returning unannounced. Again ”
“That happened once, I can't believe you still hold that against her”
“Donna, any woman would be mad if they had been kept on the edge all day only to be left wanting because of a puppet”
Donna crossed her arms and pursed her lips, her eye narrowed at Alcina. “ Not just a puppet , but I do concede that she has terrible timing” She sighed with a small shrug. “I’ve more than made it up to you since, you’ll have to agree with that at the very least.” She continued, her lips quipped up into a lopsided smile.
Donna walked towards Alcina with swaying hips, reaching out to push against her sternum making the older woman shuffle back across her bed. Donna climbed across the vast bed, throwing one leg over Alcina’s thigh to straddle her. The fabric shears glinted in the soft candle light as she brandished them quickly cutting through the cream bustier like butter.
“That was expensive” Alcina gasped out as the garment fell away from her chest, leaving her breasts bare to Donna’s simmering gaze.
“Hush now, I can easily fix it” Donna chastised lightly, her fingers trailing with feather light touches across achingly stiff nipples.
A low groan rumbled up from Alcina’s chest, one of her hands shot up to grab roughly at Donna’s waist. Her hand was quickly swatted away, the familiar feeling of silk once again wrapped around her wrists, binding them both together and pulling them above her head.
“No touching” Donna reminded as she continued to dance teasing touches across Alcina’s chest.
Alcina growled, the sound morphing into a long whine as Donna thumbed roughly at her taught nipples, pinching them sharply when Alcina tried to grind herself against Donna's thigh. Donna sat up on her knees leaning forward to hover over Alcina, their lips only an inch apart.
“I’m going to sit over there” Donna whispered against Alcina’s lips, her head motioning towards the desk that sat opposite the bed. “And I’m going to watch you” She continued, her eye dark and heavy lidded as she bore down on the flustered face beneath her. “And you-” She lilted, dropping a small kiss to Alcina’s nose to emphasise her point. “Are going to be a good doll and put on a show for me”
Alcina groaned loudly, her head thrown back and her spine arched as Donna sat up again, giving Alcina’s breasts a final squeeze before she moved from the thick thigh. She hooked her fingers under cream lace and dragged the noticeably damp material down Alcina’s legs with a smug expression. Donna slid off the bed, swaying her hips as she walked over to the high desk, using the chair to hoist herself up to sit primly on the edge.
“How would you like to play today, Dear ‘Cina?” Donna asked sweetly from her perch, the angle at which Alcina was spread out gave her the most glorious view of the statuesque woman.
When Alcina refused to answer, instead choosing to press her thighs together tightly, Donna shook her head lightly with a soft tsk . Red ribbons coiled out from the bed, immediately moving to wrap around soft thighs, pulling them apart and securing themselves to keep Alcina’s legs spread wide. Donna tapped a finger against her chin in thought, watching as Alcina writhed on the bed.
“Many hands make light work they always say” Donna mused as she tilted her head, enjoying the exposed position of the other woman.
Alcina’s frustrated growl was quickly silenced by the sensation of numerous hands across her body, they palmed at her breasts and toyed with her nipples insistently. A sharp gasp spilled from her lips as hidden hands smoothed up her milky thighs, nails raking across the soft skin, making her thighs twitch and shake against the silky restraints. Donna bit her lip as she watched Alcina tremble against the invisible touches, the sounds the other woman produced made Donna shiver.
“Donna..” Alcina whined, her jaw tense and a deep furrow between her brows, as her pride and desperation fought over her desire to beg for more.
Donna knew exactly what that tone of voice meant, she leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees as she drank in the view in front of her. It was more than tempting to draw out the teasing, although she knew she’d pay for it later as soon as the flower's essence wore off. Donna took pity on her lover, a small smile blooming on her lips at the immediate response from Alcina as the imagined tongues joined the relentless works of the many hands across her body.
The completely wanton moan that rattled up Alcina’s throat made Donna’s cheeks flush even deeper. Wide hips bucked up against the sudden pressure and warmth that lapped across her clit, the sensation like a vivid memory of Donna’s mouth against her centre. The touches knew exactly how the Countess liked to be pleasured, flicking and sucking in the perfect rhythm to have her panting and writhing in pleasure.
Alcina growled in frustration, her arms flexed as she fought against the mental bonds, her body trembled from the constant assault of pleasure. Donna had brought her right up to the edge but she needed more . Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she panted heavily, her hands flexing from fists to splayed fingers. She almost laughed in relief as the unseen force pressed against her centre, sliding easily into her wet heat to fill her completely. Her hips ground down pulling the sensation deeper into herself with a deep sigh.
Donna shifted uncomfortably against the desk, watching Alcina always drove her wild, the way her full, soft body would curve and rut against nothing. The way Donna could mark the regal body to her heart's content only for the flesh to be left untouched without the hallucination. Of course Alcina healed incredibly fast anyway but the imaginary marks felt like a special secret to the ghostly woman. It truly was a sight to behold.
Long, pale fingers twitched against the dark wood of the desk, the invisible forces responded to the movement like obedient servants. It pulsed and throbbed deep inside Alcina, the warm heat of imaginary tongues sucked firmly against her aching clit. Fingers groped at full, heavy breasts as lips suckled on peaked nipples. Palms and fingers caressed across Alcina’s stomach, up along her ribs and over her collar bones. Jumbled words spilled from Alcina’s lips under the intense sensations Donna was gifting her, it was a rare treat for the Countess to lose control so severely.
A deep, drawn out moan shook the air of the room as Alcina came undone, the high of her orgasm peaking with a high pitched keening. Her body tensed, back arched to grind down against the deep pulsing heat of her core. She came with parted lips and half lidded unfocused eyes, her pupils blown wide from the intense pleasure that washed over her like a wave. Alcina slumped back into the plush covers of the bed, her chest heaving to catch her breath, thighs twitching with each small aftershock. Limp thighs stayed spread as the restraints were released, one arm flopped across her forehead, the other hand rested against her chest.
As much as Donna loved watching Alcina from afar, the sight that was currently laid out before her was too much to resist, she dropped down from the desk with a soft thud. Her dark eye took in the dewy, slightly flushed skin of the Countess, reaching out to trail a finger across the long expanse of her thigh as she walked up the side of the bed to kneel next to Alcina’s chest.
Alcina shifted with a small groan, the arm across her face moved enough for her to peek out at Donna, her gaze one of complete bliss. Alcina’s mouth quirked into a small smile as she watched Donna’s face shift as the smaller woman raked her gaze over Alcina’s body.
“How was the show?” Alcina asked mirthfully, finally managing to catch her breath as she leaned up on her elbows.
“Oh, just glorious” Donna husked as she met Alcina’s dark amber eyes.
“Come here” Alcina motioned as she sat up, her brow arched when the other woman refused to move. “Donna, I know what watching me does to you, let me take care of you” Alcina continued, softening her voice.
Donna shuffled slightly, the small movement proving Alcina’s point as she was reminded of the intense throbbing need between her thighs.
“I came here to fit you, this visit wasn’t for me ” Donna protested lightly, even as she began to unbutton the front of her dress.
Alcina grinned as she saw Donna’s fingers deftly undo the first top buttons, she reached over to grab the smaller woman, pulling her fully into her lap. Donna barely registered the sound of unsheathing metal before her dress was very rudely torn from her body.
“You can fix it” Alcina interrupted her protests with a lightly mocking tone, mimicking Donna’s earlier comment.
Donna’s mouth snapped shut with a huff, claw shredded fabric was a lot harder to mend than neatly cut undergarments but she decided to keep that comment to herself.
Alcina reached up to cup Donna’s right cheek, shushing her softly when she flinched away from the touch. Her fingers ever so gently traced along the edge of her cadou as she pressed a kiss to her other cheek, then another against the corner of her lips. Donna parted her lips expectantly, releasing a soft moan when Alcina caught the soft bottom lip between her teeth, before licking across her jaw and capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing Donna’s moans greedily.
“You didn’t think I would let you get away with all your senseless teasing so easily did you?” Alcina murmured against Donna’s jaw, nibbling down the slope of her neck as she tilted her head to the side. “And you made me such a lovely dress, that deserves rewarding”
“It’s not made yet” Donna remarked, hissing at the resulting bite against her collar bone. “You’re the reason I wear high necked dresses” She complained idly as she melted against the Countesses caresses.
“Nonsense, you always dress like you're attending a funeral anyway” Alcina replied between nipping and licking across Donna’s skin.
Donna gasped sharply as Alcina turned them both, pressing the shorter woman into the bed. Alcina pressed up onto her hands to continue her path down Donna’s chest, pausing to lavish each breast with attention. Alcina adored Donna’s breasts, she could practically lick across the soft mound with one long swipe of her tongue, she took great pleasure in finding out how much of the supple flesh she could suck into her mouth. Donna mewled quietly under Alcina, her back arched, pressing her breasts more firmly against the swirling and teasing tongue.
Alcina carefully slipped off the end of the bed, her knees resting on the soft crumpled throw that had adorned the end of her bed. She pulled Donna towards her by the hips, enjoying the soft sound of surprise it elicited from the small woman. Alcina’s patience was thin even on a good day, unlike Donna, she much preferred to delve right in. She found that teasing Donna only ended up teasing her as well as she denied herself the rich taste of her companion. Alcina nipped against Donna’s thigh, licking a trail ever closer to the apex of her thighs, she glanced up to find Donna biting her own lip in anticipation.
It’s difficult to discern which woman's moan was loudest as Alcina lapped through Donna’s slick folds, a deep rumble bubbled in Alcina’s chest as she drank in the rich arousal gathered there. It was easy for the flat of the Countesses tongue to take in her shorter lover's core, she could press her tongue deep into Donna’s centre and lick up to swirl her tongue around her swollen clit in one quick movement. It was more than enough to send waves of pleasure through Donna as she arched her hips against Alcina’s eager mouth. One strong arm kept Donna’s hips from rutting too wildly against her mouth, Alcina glanced up to find Donna staring down at her, cheeks flushed a deep scarlet red against her pearlescent complexion. The bun atop her head had almost come completely undone, her dark tousled locks framed her face.
Alcina thought briefly about what a wonderful painting she would have made, perhaps a project for the future.
Thighs began to tremble as Alcina suckled on Donna’s clit, it didn’t take too much for her to be pushed over the edge, she always got incredibly worked up from watching Alcina. Donna cried out, curling in on herself slightly as she came against Alcina’s tongue, the Countess swept her tongue through her folds a final time, smirking when it made Donna squeak from the over stimulation.
Donna sat up once she had settled her breathing, and was greeted by Alcina’s proud expression, golden eyes shimmering in the slowly fading light. Her hand settled against the bed, instead of feeling the expected satin of the bed sheets her hand found soft linen, she frowned as she glanced down at the shredded pile of clothes.
“Did you really have to ruin my dress?” Donna sighed tiredly.
Alcina rolled her eyes, her proud smile faltered slightly as she eyed the black mass of material.
“You can borrow one of the girls' dresses” She replied idly, not at all bothered at having ruined the dress.
Donna turned her attention back to Alcina with a scowl, the girl's attire was hardly something Donna would ever imagine herself in. “Oh, Angie will have a field day with that” She sighed, not looking forward to the expected jibes.
Alcina merely shrugged as she leaned to pressed a soft kiss against Donna’s lips before standing to retrieve one of her many gowns, wrapping it around her body and securing it with an elegant bow.
“Like you said, you came here to dress me , there’s nothing that said you had to have a dress by the end of the evening” Alcina chuckled as she made her way back to her dressing room, leaving Donna to stare after her with thoughts of never agreeing to fit the Countess again.