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Alcina sits at her vanity gazing upon herself a frown etched on her plump lips criticizing every crease of her face, the sun had started to set causing a shadow to cast on her face deepening the lines that show her age, a deeper frown forms on her face from the sight.
"Why must aging show in such an unflattering way" she angrily growls out to no one in particular, casting her eyes to the items on her desk she starts her nightly routine. Taking off her makeup the veins she hides under reveal themselves, removing the pins her curls fall slightly past her shoulder framing her face.
After she has finished and settled into her bed, her mind runs with the possibilities of improving her "looks". How absurd she thinks a countess such as herself worrying about such trivial things. If only she had taken the cadou at a younger age.
She was beautiful, yes that she knew but she also knew she was not as beautiful as she once was. Men used to fill her father's castle entrance hoping for just the chance to court her. Begging to have only one word shared with her.
Of course she had no interest in any of those man things, however she loved the feeling of being desired, knowing she attracted people everywhere she went, that when someone looked at her they couldn't help but go back for a second. Possibly third if they were bold.
After laying in bed for a couple hours tossing and turning from her thoughts she finally had enough and decided to walk the halls of her castle. Reaching for her robe she slips it over her shoulders heading towards her bedroom door.
She briefly looks at the clock, noticing it was 2:37 A.M. but pays it no mind. She is used to being up at all hours of the night needing very little sleep. No one should be up at this time so she could get the solace she desperately needed.
Leaving her room she wanders down the corridor of her and her daughters wing on the castle, passing their rooms she stands outside them for a moment so she can hear them sleeping. She knew they were older now and didn't need her to hover but she always liked to make sure they were ok.
She walks farther down the halls admiring the paintings that adorned her walls, they were many passed down from generations of her family. She passes the portrait of her grandfather, her father, even distant uncles and cousins before finally coming to her very own, the only head matriarch to be a woman.
She stops, slowly tracing every detail with her eyes, trying to recall the happenings of that day. Her dress was deathly tight, she remembered struggling to breathe during the entire session on the brink of passing out, her mother standing behind the artist making sure she stood completely still and was on her best behavior, not making one mistake that could 'ruin' the family name.
The color has started to fade, soon they will be unrecognizable becoming lost in the past, her heart pangs at the loss, the very few pieces evidence of her humanity she possessed. She continues to look at the painting haunted by memories of her past life.
The lady was so absorbed in her portrait that she didn't feel the set of eyes watching her from down the hall, the soft foot fall as they approached her "this is a beautiful piece however it was not stored properly after completion hence why the colors have started to fade" the soft voice cuts through the silence startling the lady.
Alcina jumps slightly mentally scolding herself for allowing herself to lose track of her surroundings to be absorbed in her own thoughts "hmm?? Is that so" she hums, not sparing a glance at the person next to her. In spite of her mood she chooses to ignore the fact they are out past curfew.
You nod even though she can not see you "yes my lady, that or they did not use the proper medium" you stand there analyzing every part of the portrait noticing small mistakes the original painter made mentally listing how you would fix them. The slight smudge of colors, crookedness of the lines and so forth.
"Well versed in the arts are you??" She asks for amusement hidden in her tone turning her attention towards you. Finally looking up at her you're immediately drawn into her golden eyes, deep pools of amber mesmerizing you. They were so overwhelming yet you couldn't look away drawn in like a whirlpool.
What color were they?? Would you have to mix paints to recreate it?? Could you capture the emotion hidden in their depths?? Do they change shades depending on her mood? were the questions racing through your mind as your eyes took in eye small features. 'Are those red specks??' You thought.
Eventually coming back to yourself to reply to her "I partake in it from time to time" you smile at her turning your head back to the painting. You can see her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as if she's debating her next words.
You stand there in silence waiting for her to gather her thoughts, you wonder if she would let you paint her. It would be quite the challenge you know but you would put your all into it. The lady was extremely beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman you had ever seen and you would love the chance to capture it on a canvas.
"If you were asked to commission a portrait could you??" She eventually says taking you by surprise, you hum in acknowledgment thinking over your response "depends on the portrait my lady" she huffs turning her body towards you inclining you to do the same
As you both stand facing one another you take the opportunity to admire her in full. She has a deep red slip barely reaching the tops of her thighs with a sheer robe barely covering her leaving little to the imagination, the curls in her hair are slightly disheveled showing time spent in her bed.
Your eyes travel her face drinking in every feature committing them to memory. The sharp line of her jaw, the roundness of her lips that fall into a natural pout, all of her was so distinctly beautiful "I want you to paint me" her words cut your thoughts short bringing you back to the present the huskiness from lack of sleep dragging sending a thrill trough "it would be my pleasure" your reply follows.
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The previous night you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water after staying up late sketching with the light of the moon having trouble sleeping. On your way back to your room you ran into the lady. She was the last person you expected but you were far from upset by it.
She was staring at her self portrait seemingly in deep thought, you wondered what could possibly take her attention like this, you stood at the end of the hall looking for any sign she wanted to be left alone before you headed towards her hoping you wouldn't face her wrath. As you neared you discovered she was staring at her portrait. It was a beautiful piece but faded from years of abuse from the elements and just time.
You both stood there for a few minutes talking. In the end she wanted you to paint her and you couldn't be more excited. Ever since you arrived at the castle a year ago you have admired how beautiful she is. Many times you have tried to draw her falling short every time, never being able to capture her true essence.
It was the next day, she told you to meet her in the alter at 7 sharp tonight previously in the hall, looking towards the clock you see it's already 6:35, seeing as you only have 25 minutes until your scheduled to start you head down early to set up, hoping to immediately start once she arrives so you can finish this quickly for her.
When you arrive at the altar you enter and see a fresh canvas set up with new pencils, paints, and brushes along with other materials. Quickly making your way across the room admiring the high quality painting tools acting like a child in a toy store. You had never seen such fine art supplies in your life. Beginning to set up your work area you hear a voice behind you.
"I hope they are to your liking" she says turning your head you can see mirth dancing behind her eyes as she watches you fawn over the items "more than enough, thank you" you respond raking your eyes across her body. Taking in the gorgeous white robe that drags behind her when she walks. You motion towards the chaise already set up in the middle of the room "you may sit if your ready"
As she moves across the room she puts more sway into her hips than normal seeing how entrapped you are with her.
As she drapes herself across the chaise you can't help but notice the way her robe slips off her shoulder and how minimal she has on "I did forget to mention one little thing" she says as a wicked smirk forms on her lips causing your heart to jump in anticipation of her next words"I would like a boudoir style portrait if that's within your capabilities".
Your heart jumped at first but you're sure you felt it stop now . Images of her posing for you in her lingerie, allowing you the privilege to see the more intimate parts of her. The way she would look at you while you... heat quickly rose to your cheeks as you stumble over your words for a reply "I- I uh ahem yes, yes I can do that" you finally get out your voice audibly cracking.
She seems pleased by your answer,
slowly sitting up to let the robe fall from her shoulders never taking her eyes off of you. Slowly pale skin is revealed to you, seeming as though it'll never end. She has on a pure black bustier that cuts off at her navel in a slight v leading to a matching lace thong. Black sheer stockings go up her calf's stopping right above her knee with garters clipped to them cutting into the supple flesh of her thighs.
Your gulp is audible resounding off of the walls in the silent altar as your eyes dart to every part of her body fearing that if you blink she'll disappear. Clearing your throat and shaking your head you reel yourself in and transition back into a professional role. You can hear her chuckle at your obvious struggle.
She relaxes further into the chaise raising one of her legs bending it slightly at the knee bringing her hand to rest behind her head. She looks absolutely beautiful in this position but it's not what you envisioned. Hesitatingly you ask "my lady would you mind if I put you into a pose of my own??" Her eyes widen slightly but she nods in acceptance.
Moving towards her you let your imagination run free "okay move farther up please" she intently listens to your every instruction "now slightly spread your legs and move your hand here.... yes good girl just like that" mindlessly you tell her where to move until you let your mind take over and grab her arms and positioning them exactly where you want them muttering to yourself as you go.
You move to her legs adjusting the garters relishing in the way bumps rose on her thighs against your touch. When you finally had her in the position you wanted "perfect" you breathe out "very beautiful my lady very beautiful indeed" looking up to her face you can see her flushed with red as her chest heaved with each breath she took.
You slightly lose your breath turning around before you lose your composure and find yourself on the other end of her extraordinary claws. Moving back to the canvas you gather everything you need and move to start the beginning sketch you then glance up at her to figure out where to start to see her already looking at you, her eyes holding such an intensity you feel it rack through your entire being. You started to think you signed up for more than you could handle
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Alcina woke just before the sun, she rolled to her side looking towards her window seeing the shadow of the forest that lies in front of her castle. Groaning while she rubs a hand down her face the last bits of sleep leave her body and she lets her mind wander back to the events of your session yesterday.
The way you looked at her set her alive, you awakened parts of her she didn't know still existed. This equal parts scared and excited her. It's been so long since she's allowed another to see her to touch her and everyday she's around you it becomes harder and harder to control herself.
You took your time tracing out her every detail, asking periodically if she needed breaks or if she was comfortable. She could feel heat rise to her cheeks just thinking about it. It's been so long since anyone has shown care towards her, since someone looked at her with something other than fear or disgust in their eyes. How foolish such small things could affect her so.
She could also see her body had an effect on you which she exploited anytime she could. She found your blush endearing and you looked oh so adorable when you tried to not let your eyes wander. It pleased her greatly with the respect you show she just can't help but wish you would let go.
Though she must admit you work quite efficiently under intense circumstances, it was only the first session and you had the majority of the main sketch completed and how she longed to see it when you were done, the beauty your hands could create.
To see how you viewed her, how you would capture her every emotion breathing life into them on a canvas to be showcased forever. Ever since that night in the hall you have consumed her every thought. She cannot wait for the next session she has with you tonight, to feel your gaze upon her no, to feel your hands against her skin hearing you softly whisper in her ear she wanted it all.
She had to arrive for breakfast with her daughters soon but the ache between her legs is too unbearable to ignore. She lays back letting her mind recall every detail of you. The way you gripped the brushes with your long fingers, how she wished they were around her neck and how you looked at her as if she was the most beautiful creature on earth it's been so long since she's felt like this.
Her hand makes contact with her core and calls out into the silence of your room as she imagines all the different things your hands could do to her. She wondered how many of your fingers it would take to fill her. Bucking into her hand she's almost yelling into her room turning her head to muffle her moans she finally pushes herself to edge her hips leaving the bed chasing her hand as she releases.
Yes she couldn't wait to see you tonight and she thought of every way she could to make you lose your control and stop being so professional. It would be a very fun session indeed.
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It's been two weeks of you drawing the lady and the base sketch is finally done. You now can move towards coloring. However you're stuck, the lady doesn't want the background as the altar instead she wants you to create one. Which is proving to be a lot more difficult of a task that you originally thought.
The lady currently sits in front of you lounging on the chaise staring into your very being as she has done every session. Your heart thunders in your chest the same as everyday, you long to touch her to see the faces she'll make for you to hear the sounds you'll coax out of her.
Everyday you two have been getting bolder, lightly flirting with one another however today was not one of those days as you were actively growing more and more frustrated with the colors of the paint "no no no this is all wrong" you mutter angrily under your breath.
After a few minutes of mixing different shades together with more force than you needed the lady speaks up "what is wrong micul pictor" she has taken to calling you that and it never fails to bring a blush upon your face "the colors, they do not look right against your skin" she tilts her head in confusion urging you to continue.
"I've already completed your skin and lingerie however I just can't quite get the right color for the background they clash horribly with every color making it look fucked up and it's very frustrating" you start "on top of that I can't continuously put paint on the canvas to try and match them together so it's very trying" she hums In acknowledgment finally understanding me "ah I see" she says with a purse of her lips.
Thinking that was the end of the conversation you start back with your work. "Would it be easier to just paint on me??" She questions, you quickly raise your head looking to her trying to find any hint of a joke instead she is patiently waiting for you to respond "uhh yes actually if you would not mind" she smiles "I wouldn't have offered if I minded this is my portrait and I will not have it coming out fucked up as you put it" you chuckle and move towards her.
"Okay I need to paint somewhere I can easily see how it'll contrast against your lingerie" you murmur shyly she chuckles and nods. You think she'll point you to her thigh seeing as it would be the easiest spot but of course she wouldn't make this easy on you. She looks at you with a look that can only be described as predatory and motion to her breasts
You could feel all the moisture leave your mouth and head towards your core. You gulp nodding your head moving towards her. As you stood in front of her you realized you were at a loss, you were tall yes, far above the average man but she was taller than the average person and even with your height you would still struggle to reach the tops of her breast at this angle. As if sensing your hesitation in an almost singsong voice she says "oh don't be shy draga mea climb up" she says finding to much pleasure in your flustered state.
Huffing you roll your shoulders and decide that if she wants to play dirty in this game you'll just have to play dirtier. You set your paints and brushes next to her on the chaise and move your hands on either sides of her thighs sliding them all the way to her knees u can hear her suck her breathe in, you push them closer together then slide your hands up to her mid thigh and grasp down and push yourself up and sliding yourself into her lap in one fluid motion.
Your cage both sides of her hips locking her in slowly moving your hips to adjust yourself she shudders at every movement you make "comfortable??" Her words come out in barely a whisper as her eyes darken "very" you reply squeezing your hips further proving your point. You reach over and grab your paints first dipping into the amethyst shade and bring the brush just over her breast taking a quick glance at her before slowly stroking down
She hisses at the cold against her skin, her breast threatening against her bustier with her deep inhale. After you get a solid line you look back to see how it contrasted, it was not horrible but it was not her.
This goes on for five more colors until she's heaving under me. She looks at you hunger swirling in her eyes, you could feel her hands start to creep onto your thighs to hold on, feeling emboldened by the reactions you've caused now the next stoked of paint you make, starting from the top of her cleavage and go all the way down she brings her bottom lip into her mouth biting into it
"Sensitive are we my lady??" You say through a chuckle seeing her shiver with every stroke of your brush "you are so beautiful my lady" you paint a line across her right breast "so mesmerizing" across her collarbone "you are my muse" you finish running your brush up her neck finally drawing a moan out of her "yes let me hear you baby" you husk out trailing your lips up her neck. She tilts her head meeting you every step her hands finding purchase on your hips to ground herself pulling you into her
You continue to drag the paintbrush across her skin in no particular direction only to see the colors against her skin "you are my perfect canvas, my beautiful piece of art" you murmur against her neck. You discard the paintbrush aiming to use your hands to spread the paint upon her to stake your claim on her. You move your hand to the base of her throat dragging it through the valley of her breast smearing every color together as you went.
"Draga" your whines "hmm" you hum in between kisses to her neck "please" she whispers seeming shy as she said it "please what Alcina" you say biting her neck using your free hand to squeeze her breast over her bustier while your other tilts her head farther from you revealing the entire expanse of her neck. she moans pushing her chest into you "fuck me, I can't take it anymore I need you to touch me" she begs. God she sounds good when she begs you don't need to be told twice as u promptly make work of the strings of her bustier almost crying in relief when it fell into her lap.
Quickly throwing it to the floor you waste no time taking one of her nipples into your mouth she throws her head back letting out a long deep moan that shook you straight to your core. Using your other hand you twist and pull her other nipple soon switching with your mouth to give them equal attention, her hands finding purchase on the back of your head to push you farther in. what feels all to soon you leave her nipples sucking and biting the entirety of her breast leaving marks that would surely disappear in the next few minutes
You kiss under the swell of her breast down to her stomach right above her navel "yesss Draga" she draws out spreading her legs enough for you to slide in between then "my my lady dimitrescu so needy already and I've barely touched you" she moans at your words trying to urge you closer to her center "ah ah not yet" you tease moving to sit back to look at her taking every part of her in, she goes to speak probably to tell you to stop teasing her "Shhh don't say anything let me look at you, let me admire perfection for just a little longer"
Her face turns redder than before looking anywhere but at you. Smiling to yourself triumphantly at flustering her, you take one more long full look before moving back to your prize, you could see her soaking through her thong and as much as you want to taste her you also want this to last as long as it possibly can. Slowly you turn your head and lay kisses on her inner thighs remembering every reaction her body gives to my touch filing them away for later.
Every sound she made every slight change in her expression set you aflame. The countess dimitrescu falling apart under your touch was almost unbelievable. You watch her dance on the edge of her self control trying to rein in the best you know controlled her, breaking away from her heated stare your refocus your efforts on making sure she only knows your name after this.
Finding you at her ankles you start to work your way back up to where she wants me the most "please I can't take it" she practically cries, deciding you had enough of torturing her and you lick her through her underwear, both of you moaning in tandem. She was sweet and a little sour but oh so delicious, quickly lapping at her you grow impatient and rip her underwear off "DRAGA" she yell in protest "hush and let me fuck you like you've been begging me to do" you momentarily remove yourself to say then promptly sucking her clit back into her mouth with a heavy force.
You lap at her pussy, drinking every bit of her arousal you can fit into your mouth. Her legs clamp around your head and you temporarily fear she'll crush your head but quickly come to terms that's how you die "more draga I need more" she practically screams "Yes louder my belle comtesse, let everyone hear the beautiful music you create for me" sucking her clit harder you move your fingers to her entrance pushing three in without any resistance, you feel her walls bare down on your fingers trying to suck your entire hand in "more!! I won't break" she demands.
Deciding to try and fit your entire hand into her you stop your menstruations with your mouth, she whimpers at the loss but it's quickly replaced with a loud moan as you inche your hand in, "oh yes YES GOD YES" you have all the way to the middle of your forearm in before you feel resistance shock lacing your features at how much she could take "you so good baby taking all of me so easily I'm so proud of you" you praise, she starts to rock her hips and you take this as your sign to start moving. Slowly you bring your arm out halfway and back in "faster" she urges and who are you to deny her.
You start to move your arm going only slightly faster as to let her get used to you but she has other plans practically forcing you to go faster so you set a bruising pace that has tears falling down her face as your name falls off her lips like a prayer
"Oh my god oh my GOD I'm gonna cum don't stop I'm so close" keeping the same pace your could feel her walls start to contract at you "then cum for me baby show me how good I make you feel" that was all she needed to let go, her walls spasming against your arm as her release coats your entire front.
Slowly you remove yourself, she whimpers when u fully exit her and slumps on the chaise. You stand there a moment caressing her hand whispering sweet nothings in her ear, when she finally says open her eyes you're there ready with a smile moving your hand to hold her face you say "I think I found the perfect shade" she chuckles "have you now?? And what is that" your grin widens when u reply "why this lovely blush of yours" she rolls her eyes but leans farther into your hand holding her face as said blush expands.
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After a while you begin on the portrait again struggling to stay focused as Alcina stares at you as if she wanted to strip off every article of clothing you had on. A few hours of flirting and several 'distractions' later the painting was finished "andddd done!! Come and see" you tell her excitedly, she stands and stalks over to you "all it needs now is to dry.... properly" you add as she leans over your shoulder "oh my" she says her eyes gleaming with unshed tears "you like it??" You hesitantly ask "I love it micul pictor. You did amazing"
She can't help but beam with pride at her praise. Turning back towards the portrait you admire it with her absentmindedly whispering "A thousand paintings created by my hands yet yours is the most beautiful piece of art I've ever created" she gasps and looks to you in shock obviously showing in her eyes "do you honestly think that??" She asks with a vulnerability you didn't expect from her.
"yes I do, you are my muse, my greatest inspiration, you were made to be cast upon my canvas to be gazed upon forever" you say with a conviction you didn't know you possessed "and now the beauty you hold is held in time, forever unchanging" you finish
Tears threaten to fall from her eyes but before they have a chance to fall she crashes her lips to yours "thank you Draga mea" she rushes out before kissing you more hungrily, her hands begin to make work of your shirt a desperation that was not here earlier making itself shown with her every movement.
"You make me feel beautiful" she rasps against your lips "wanted" she nips your jaw "and desired" she husks into your ear pleasure coursing through your body "no one has looked at me like you do in many years" she finishes a hint of sadness in her tone "fuck" you say, she chuckles "yes exactly" every bit of self control you have slips with every kiss she give to your neck the way her soft.
She pushes you back, you have no idea where she's taking you until the chaise hits the back of your thighs and she pushes you on top of it her fingers work expertly on the buttons of your shirt slowly she starts to move it off of you drinking bit of skin revealed to her
when a knock sounds at the door.
"Mother?? Are you in there?? I'm starvinggg and you're taking forever" Daniela's voice rings out. Immediately Alcina is off of you moving towards her dress she brought to change into as she responds to her daughter "y-yes Daniela dear I'm coming" you can't help but laugh at her flustered state earning a killer glare thrown your way you shrug your shoulders still lightly giggling.
"Hush you diavol" she says mirth lacing her tone "now would you care to join us for dinner" she asks while pulling her dress past her hips, you barely register what she's saying but give her a quick response nonetheless "huh? Oh uh yes yes whatever the lady wants the lady gets"she smirks and moves towards you taking your chin in her fingers and raise your head to look at her "that's exactly what I like to here draga"
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In the dining room the daughters sit restlessly, barely containing themselves when their mother and you walked in. Alcina walks to her seat at the table with you hot on her heels, nearing her seat you speed past her so you can pull out her chair for her. She blushes lightly and thanks you, after taking your seat you see the daughters staring at their mother all wearing equally curious expressions.
Cassandra is the first to speak up, never being one to beat around the bush "mother why is there red paint on you" you watched panic cover every inch of Alcinas face, causing you to barely contain your laughter, you felt a sharp heel kick you in the leg that effectively shut you up.
Alcina quickly wiped at her chest, looking at her gloves to see if any paint was there, her eyebrows furrowing when she realizes it's not there "on your neck mother" Bela says her tone filled with amusement and confusion.
Alcinas entire face heats up as she look everywhere but at her daughters "thank you " comes her meek reply, you can tell she hopes to leave the conversation at that but Daniela has other plans "how did you get paint their" she asks tilting her head with as much innocence as a child but her eyes told a different story
You watch as the lady stutters over her words trying to come up with a response. Her daughter's laughter roars across the dining room at their mother's obvious stumper. Choosing to stay out of the family teasing you start to eat the dinner prepared it was a thick soup you weren't quite sure of what but it smelled good.
While they continue to go back and forth you reach for your glass letting one of the daughters to see your hand "um y/n why is your hand red" you hear Cassandra ask and you freeze looking up to them then glancing to the lady realizing you both didn't properly remove all the paint.
You don't even have a chance to think of a response before they put two and two together. The next moment the dining room is filled with screams "HOLY SHIT" Daniela screams, while her and her two sister bombard you and the lady with questions all the while you can only think 'how the hell did I get myself into'