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You had not meant to disobey. Not really.
For a few hours, you slept soundly, completely exhausted. But too soon for your taste you woke up, the pressure from the plug Lady Dimitrescu had pushed into you distracting from your much needed rest.
It wasn’t that the toy was uncomfortable. In fact you had the opposite problem, it was reminding you too much of how nice it felt to be knotted by your Lady, cuddled in her arms after a good round of fucking.
And that just wouldn’t do. An entire night of fucking, even making love at some point, had to be enough. You were sore, so full with her seed your belly was still slightly rounded, and marked everywhere by her teeth, lips, and hands. The red lipstick marks did make you laugh to yourself.
You planned to get your strength back for your Lady's return. She’d need to let out some steam after that damned meeting, you were absolutely sure, and you needed to be able to help her with it.
Thus it was that, somewhat reluctantly, you got out of bed and into the bathroom, drawing a bath before, carefully, pulling the plug out. Even that action made you shiver, but her cum soon staining your inner thighs caused a mix of emotions to rise in your chest. On one hand, it made you feel marked again, a pleased blush reddening your cheeks. On the other, you shared her desire to keep you nice and full, at least until her seed took root. You had no doubt you’d end this rut of hers pregnant, but it wasn’t a bad idea to make sure of it by all means.
Pragmatism took precedence over fancies of family life. You washed away the night, letting the soothing warmth of the water relax you further. You dozed there for a bit again, until the water grew lukewarm. Then, it was time to get some food.
And that was your real mistake, you supposed. Lady Dimitrescu had called for food a few times during the night, making sure you were fed and hydrated enough to not pass out on her. You should have gotten the hint to do the same. Instead, you got dressed in a pale blue nightgown and went down to the kitchens, preparing a quick meal for yourself.
It didn’t take long for her daughters to find you. You got along well with all three of them. A little too well, in fact, but Lady Dimitrescu had gotten to you first, and that was that as far as she was concerned. And as far as you were, there was no rule to avoid the other women either, so you spent your meal talking with them.
It never ceased to amaze you how smart and talented in their interests all three were. Bela could run the entire wine-making business and the administration of the castle plus its lands alone if needed, Cassandra was an excellent strategist, and Daniela had the makings of a great poet, if she set her mind to it.
You were feeling somewhat sleepy still, and affectionate. So you praised their endeavors, happy for each successful hunt and project they shared with you.
That was how Lady Dimitrescu found you. Out of her bed, outside her room. Without the toy she’d left, with clear instructions, for you to keep. And as good as cuddling with her daughters. At some point, Daniela had gotten close enough for you to practically be on her lap, while the other two crowded around you.
You could see from the tightness of her shoulders, the barely contained rage in her eyes: your prediction was correct, the meeting had been a mess. And she came home to this scene. The girls, wisely, scattered at her first growled command. You didn’t have a chance to explain, in the blink of an eye you found yourself picked up and threw over her shoulder as she marched back to her chambers.
From that point onwards, everything happened very fast. You tried to make your case, explain why you disobeyed, but there was no use. Your Mistress had one objective in mind, and nothing would dissuade her from it.
“See, pet? When Mistress gives you something, it is in your best interest to keep it. Isn’t this little toy proving a fun addition to our collection?”
A muffled groan was your only answer. A further thrust of the toy inside you, stretching your opening again near to the limit, occupying too much of your mind for words to form. Out of all the ideas for punishment you thought your lady might choose, she went and found something you had not even considered. Just your luck, having such a creative mate.
It was a simple, but extremely effective plan. Lady Dimitrescu had unceremoniously thrown you onto her bed as soon as you arrived back to her bedroom, shredding the night gown you had been wearing in the process. One look from her and you knew what her orders were, turning around and raising your ass up, face pressed to the soft mattress, hands grasping onto the sheets.
Her murmured praise made you flush, her amused laugh when she tapped the inside of your thighs, her signal for you to spread your legs further, and finding the tender skin already wet had you hiding your face against your arm.
Such a silly thing to feel embarrassed about, after the myriad of ways Alcina had taken you last night alone, but you still felt it. Your body reacted to her commands, her very presence, like it did for nobody else.
Her hands, large and surprisingly warm, run up your back, cupping your ribs and lightly scratching the side of your breasts, up your shoulders and down your arms, taking a hold of your wrists and pulling them behind your back. She tied your wrists together with a piece of your gown, asked you where you'd left the plug, stepped away for a moment, and came back to torture you.
Alright, so torture might be a strong word, considering what she and the girls got up to down in the cellars, but what else could you call this?
Lady Dimitrescu laughed at your helplessness, pulling the toy back and pumping it into you relentlessly. The flared end forced the ring of muscles at your entrance to stretch almost to the limit. Every so often she’d tug at your bound wrists, not enough to truly hurt, but pulling you back into the toy if you tried to avoid it. You were already so sore, your body not nearly as recuperated as you hoped it would be.
Why, then, did it continue to feel so good? All you could think about was how unfair it was for only your entrance to be played with, when you wanted your Lady's incomparable length to be pounding into your cunt again as soon as possible.
You must have made some noise giving your thoughts away, as your Lady answered.
"Why, my darling? Because you are my whore, of course. Nobody else can take you like I do, fill you so well, and you know it. Disobey me, and you won't get any of that."
By her voice, you knew she was smirking, far too pleased with herself. Your walls clenched hard around the toy, trying to keep it in, pull it further.
"Oh, so now you want it?” she leaned down, nibbled at your throat with teasing bites, before murmuring in your ear, “you still don’t have permission to come.”
“My lady, what…”
Your question was lost into first a disappointed whine, followed by a screech. Alcina pulled out the toy in one swift, none too gentle motion, quickly moving down so her far too clever tongue took its place shortly after. A broad stroke from your entrance to your clit made you nearly see stars. The way she growled against your slick skin, her hands grasping new bruises onto your thighs as she pulled you closer, a clear sign of her own need.
She teased your clit with the tip of her tongue, then laped at your cunt, obscene noises filling the room. You softly beat your head against the mattress, tears gathering in your eyes. The pleasure was near maddening, Alcina knew very well what she was doing, and the knowledge she was enjoying herself so thoroughly just eating you out contributed as much as her actual ministrations in taking you higher and higher towards your peak.
But you already disobeyed her today, doing so again would be testing her patience. You knew very well she was not above tying you down to the bed, taking her pleasure, and leaving you on the brink for hours, if she so wished.
Her self-control was iron. Still, you could feel she was holding herself back by a thread. Her desire was so strong you could taste it on the back of your throat, the enticing scent of an alpha in rut dizzying. She must be as desperate to come as you are, her beautiful cock hard as rock.
Her thick tongue swirled inside you, massaging the sore muscles of your entrance and walls, touching the spots that made you twitch again and again. You shivered, begging her.
“Stop! Please stop Mistress, I can’t hold back if you keep doing that. Oh god, you’re hitting… yes, right there.”
You were babbling, desperate to obey, and equally desperate to come at the same time. Her warm mouth leaving you reluctantly was both a relief and the very worst thing that could ever happen, in your current worldview.
“My lovely girl, so obedient. You just need a reminder every so often, don’t you.”
You barely murmured an agreement before two long, gloved fingers entered you. Steady, not harshly, but unrelenting. At this point, anyone hearing your moans had to know very well what was happening.
Your desire for deeper penetration was rewarded, and again, it was a dual pleasure and pain situation. Your walls weakly grasped onto the digits, trying to keep them inside on every thrust, but the slight sting that accompanied the movements made it feel almost like the first time Alcina used her fingers on you.
Above and behind you, Alcina sighed softly. The hand still holding your thigh massaged it for a moment, then left to tug at your makeshift bounds. She freed your wrists, and massaged your hands with her much larger one.
“Wiggle your fingers, pet. Move your arms, yes, that’s good. Raise them above your head and grasp that pillow. Don’t let it go.”
Soft commands became an order, and you followed to the letter. Her fingers left you empty, but this time you knew to hold your complaint. The bed shifted, cold air hitting your overheated skin and bringing goosebumps in its wake. The whisper of clothing against skin filled the suddenly quiet room. You saw from the corner of your eye her gloves being thrown onto the bedside table. You did not move, even as temptation bit at your resolve.
Watching your Lady undress, helping her do it, were part of the small pleasures of life for you. But this was a punishment, and you would obey. Your fingers clutched onto the soft pillow as if your life depended on it.
What felt like an eternity later, the mattress dipped again, and you felt Alcina kneeling behind you. Her hands grasped your hips, claws digging into the soft skin. She inclined her frame over you, making the shadows over the bed longer, and kissed the small of your back, nuzzled the skin there, then straightened up.
The thick head of her cock prodded at your cunt, gliding through your drenched folds, mixing the copious precum beading on the head with your own juices. There was no order to stay completely still, so you moved your hips, humping her shaft shamelessly.
Lady Dimitrescu held your hips, but she did not stop you. In fact, she answered in kind, moving her hips shallowly and matching your limited thrusts.
“I wish you could see yourself. Such a desperate little creature.”
You absolutely were a desperate little creature. Your Lady was not that different at that moment, however. You could hear her resolve breaking, her voice lowering, a growl hidden at the end of every phrase.
You were ready and willing. Why should she stop herself from fucking you?
That thought must have won out, finally, as her cockhead teased your entrance again, pushing inside. You keened as she, unrelenting, pushed inside. Her girth was simply incomparable, even the thick little plug she so wanted inside you could not compare. Her length would usually bottom out with the head of her cock pushing insistently against your cervix, but now she stopped just short.
Her knot was fully engorged, for how long you didn't know. It took all of your willpower to not come the moment the thick base ground against your clit. That did not mean you didn’t shiver, sore walls fluttering around the warm flesh filling you up deliciously.
Alcina moaned, calling your name softly. One hand circled your waist, fingers touching your nether lips, tracing the point you two met so intimately, making you close your eyes and pray she’d either stop, or please let you come. Adjusting her position, Alcina blanketed you in the darkness of her shadow, completely covering you with her body. With her free arm bent at the elbow above yours on the bed, she held most of her weight off you. Her breasts pressed against your upper back, nipples pebbled. What you wouldn’t give to be able to suck on them right now.
Her breath came just above you, ruffling your hair. Your alpha curved around you, murmured against your temple so softly you almost didn’t hear her above your own desperate panting.
“You have permission to come as much as you want, dear heart. Know I will not stop before you are twitching around my knot, properly bred.”
Her fingers moved to your clit, pinching it between skilled fingers, at the same time she pulled her hips back, placed her knees at either side of your own, and pushed back into you violently. You would have been shoved up the bed if she wasn't pinning you down, teeth finding purchase at the back of your neck.
She repeated the motion, fucking into you slow and deep, girating her hips so you could feel every inch of her knot battering your entrance. Lady Dimitrescu, in all her animalistic desire, growled and groaned above you, muffled into the skin of your neck, before leaving her mark there and retouching the necklace of bites she had left the previous night, sucking new bruises and biting new marks on your back, shoulder-blades, anywhere she could reach. She murmured over every other bite, snarling.
" Mine. Don't forget it, pet. You were mine since before we met, and will alway be. Mine to fuck, to mount, to sire my children on."
Hearing your Lady, the Lady Dimitrescu, utterly lost to her instincts, to her desire for you, was simply indescribable.
It was also too much for your frayed willpower. You howled her name, sweet release taking over every cell in your body, come drenching the cock pounding into you, Alcina’s hips and the top of her thighs as well. You’d be embarrassed, if you had any self-awareness left in you. As it was, Alcina’s pleased noises at your ear, her rhythm not faltering for a second even as your walls clenched around her, only heightened your own pleasure.
Her murmured praise, calling you good girl, her most precious treasure, her mate. It left you boneless, only able to open your legs further, trying to push back into her even as she held you down.
Alcina’s thrusts came faster, the top of her knot slipping further inside with every merciless plunge. You were so tired, so sore, but it all felt so damn good too.
She had to be close, almost as desperate as she made you be. Lady Dimitrescu did not like to leave your side when her rut hit. The time spent with her siblings during those days was plagued with the dual annoyance of their very existence, and her desire to have you on her lap, keeping her cock warm and calming down her temper.
She said so herself to you once, murmured it while bouncing you on her lap, fingers deep inside you.
If your Lady wouldn’t let you move to help, then you’d do the next best thing. You clenched hard around her on every deep plunge, tried to relax your opening to let her inside completely. By everything that was holy, she must have quite the load to give you, and you needed it.
Her nipples poked your back, the hand above your head tearing at the bed sheets with claws sharp and deadly. The pads of her other hand flicked your clit, and her mouth closed over your mating bite, sinking deep. Her unrelenting attack tore another orgasm out of you, blackness creeping at the edges of your vision as you lost your breath, tears falling from your eyes without your command, toes curling when Alcina thrust into you savagely, knot pushing inside to its widest point.
You couldn’t even whine when she pulled back to the point where her knot began to flare, grinding enough for the widest point to tease your abused entrance. She did it again and again, knot-fucking you in a way you were absolutely sure she didn’t have the patience for right now.
“Mistress I can’t… not anymore, no teasing, please.”
You sounded pathetic even to your own ears, but it did the trick.
With one last thrust, Alcina sheathed herself inside you, coming as soon as the ring of muscles grasped her knot. She shuddered bodily, moaning into her mating bite deeply, drawing blood as her teeth sank further into your flesh. You felt every twitch of her cock, the fullness running up her shaft as her seed shot deep inside you in thick spurts. It was warm, and copious, quickly making your belly feel so very full.
Taking a chance that her orders had taken its course, you moved your hands. One back, tangling into black curls and petting her hair. The other took her clawed hand into your own, marveling at those deadly claws, the way her skin darkened to a deep black near her fingertips. Splaying your fingers open, the difference in size made you chuckle softly. There were so many things to love about Alcina Dimitrescu, and somehow, her hands represented them all to you.
Her body curled around you, and with a heaved sigh, Alcina toppled the both of you on your side, moving carefully until she was wrapped around your body, her legs tangled with your own and her cock snug inside you, one arm under your head, the other circling your torso, hand grasping one of your breasts distractly.
Alcina continued to drink from you, aftershocks grinding her hips against yours, more come filling you every so often. The dual sensation of getting fucked so deeply while Mistress fed from you at the same time was a headrush all of its own.
But it couldn’t last forever. Much as you protested, Alcina let go of her bite, licking the remaining blood dots and her mark clean. She stretched a bit, resting her chin on top of your head, pulling you back further into the warmth of her chest and belly. Her free hand left your breast with a squeeze, running her nails down your sternum, your ribs, until she cupped your belly.
The way her hand encompassed your entire midsection made you feel warm, protected, cherished. A small, pleased noise escaped you. It almost sounded like Alcina’s purr, which came up as she petted your belly and kissed the top of your head.
“I must say, you are far too smart for your own good, my dear. I suspect we both enjoyed your punishment more than was proper for it.”
She laughed lowly, and goosebumps ran down your spine in answer. You sighed deeply, leaning your head back so you could see her.
“It was an honest mistake, my Lady. The toy felt too good, too close to how we are now. If I had kept it, I would have played with myself for most of the day and would be unable to properly help you now.”
Alcina whined, quite unexpectedly. She also pouted. It made you laugh tiredly.
“You tease me, little one. But don’t think I forgot your disobedience. We will talk about it later, when I am not so indulgent with you.”
You kissed the arm serving as your pillow, eyelids drooping as the exhausting hit you again like a truck. Sure, you would more than likely end up getting trained to take that damn toy for hours on end, but you couldn’t be too upset about it at the moment.