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Modded RE2 so I could have everyone’s favorite vampire milf as my character model

and a random low res alcina i thought was funny

Alcina: Bela, i mean Daniela...

Bela and Daniela: * giggles*

Cassandra: ...

Oh shit oh my fucking god I saw a post that mentioned a vampire with aphrodisiac saliva and shakejsjs!!!!! Fucking big horny??? Kissing a breathtakingly beautiful vampire, becoming fixated on their tongue, making out with them until your pleasant soft arousal turns to sharp desperation and you pull away, gasping. The vampire just smiles, dark and mocking as your entire body lights up with need. "Wh-" You begin to ask, and the vampire just picks you up like you're nothing and starts to grope you. "My mouth has aphrodisiac like qualities, sweetness. My saliva. Poor humans, I forget everytime just how sensitive you all are. Oh-you're shaking already, pet." They purr. You're shocked, understandably, but you also find that you love the idea, the whole concept of just a little spit affecting you so deliciously makes you shiver. One taste of the vampire's well practiced, warm, delicious mouth and you're a mess. Your whole body feels like you're melting. You are shaking already, you notice, you're soaking wet, every single part of your body is screaming for attention, to be touched. After less than two minutes of making out, of their mouth on yours, you're close to coming untouched for the first time. It hurts, everything hurts, but it feels so fucking good. Your mind clouds up and all you can think about is fucking, is getting the vampire so far inside you, of filling you up. You're so malleable now, pliant and desperate, wet and open and so so so ready. The vampire carries your helpless body to the closest smooth surface and lays you down on your back. The creature climbs on top of you, they shove their abnormally long tongue all the way down your throat like it was made to fit there, you can't help but know that you're going to become addicted to their mouth, to kissing the vampire. You can't help but want to become a vampire's overly sensitive little plaything for eternity.

(Sooo obsessed with this idea, might write a full on story about it)

Alcina: >:(((

You really get a sense of how tall she really is in off-camera mods. ;)

Shout out to the Lady Dimitrescu fanfic writers who do that grab chin to look at me thing, very fruity of you all.

Here’s the cake scene from “Do you see me? (Please tell me you do)” i may have taken some liberties, but i’ve read that chapter a while ago 😅

...I will now escort myself to h*rny jail.

At the very least let’s see if Tumblr accepts this covering? ACTUAL version on my Twitter ❤️ the rest I’m still working up the nerve to post

…sub!cina…

…I’m absolutely going to h0rnY jail FOREVER.

Anyway, look at these shots of the beauty that is Lady D

You Left Me to Wither Up and Die

Lady Dimitrescu x female reader

The Countess was there when the human had life and hope in her eyes, when she learnt the ropes of human emotion, and when she came to a standstill... tied down by the vines. Flowers caressing her mouth - petals stuck to the lip balm she wore. Sparking jealousy within the Countess.

She was also there when the human fell to her knees after tearing out her own heart - laying it bare on the ground for the world to see, in all it’s decay and beauty. Mottled with small flowers. The distinct sickly sweet smell of death permeated the air. Alcina was there.

The Lady was no stranger to this ailment. She had been the cause of it for many, and victim only once. This particular case shook her to her core.

The human was a shell of her former self, a heart no longer of any use - a soul once naive in its innocence now shielded itself; much like a dog licking its wounds. Time and events had jaded it.

The Countess was there to gather the human in her arms, she was also there to hold her during the many nights that followed. The wrenching sobs of those evenings still haunt her. Despite the years that have passed - darker thoughts make unwanted guest appearances.

The Lady has watched this human lose themselves all over again, but she has also seen them build themselves up - a true testament to the resilience of humans. And every time, the Lady is there to help her.

Occasionally the Countess will catch a glimpse of flowers that have flourished - and a flurry of what ifs rush her mind. What if her darling had not survived... what if she had not the strength to tear out a part of her. What if... she lost her human to a bed of petals that smell so sweet?

There is no point in worrying... the past is set in stone. Nothing can be done about it. You will decay - just like the human’s heart - if you cross the fine line between reminiscing and fixating on the past.

The human heart died but in death there is a chance to grow. A chance to flourish, and exceed what you were before you died. Alcina watched as this fragile being learned to trust again, learned to love, and to be loved. The Countess was also lucky to be the one to teach her, and in turn was taught many things of human nature by her lover simply growing and becoming themselves again.

Slowly but surely the life and hope that was diminished was relit by Alcina. It was a small flame but once the Countess worked hard to protect and grow.

The days when Alcina witnessed the human - the one made for her - fall for another were gone, the air clear now, her human was hers, as she should have been from the very start. And Alcina hers.

A jar of wilted flowers - crisp and dried, a yellow brown skin - sits in an ornate vase, Alcina can see them just past her human’s shoulder. A reminder that all those what ifs did not happen. Her human was alive, she was happy. And she was loved. Above all, Alcina’s lover knew she was loved... this love was one that was requited.

Resident Evil Fic MasterList

This post will be updated every time I post a new one-shot or update a multi-chapter fic

Lady Dimitrescu Fics

A Peaceful Moment: AO3 & Tumblr 

I'll Protect You: AO3 & Tumblr

În Viață Și În Moarte: AO3 & Tumblr

It Was An Accident: AO3 & Tumblr

I’ve Got You: AO3 & Tumblr

Just The Way You Are: AO3 & Tumblr

Learning The Hard Way [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

Safe With Me: AO3 & Tumblr

Taking Care Of You: AO3 & Tumblr

Tonight’s Theme: Being Selfish: AO3 & Tumblr

You Had Me Worried: AO3 & Tumblr

Lady Dimitrescu’s Smut Dialogue Prompts

6, 10, 15, & 18; Anything For You [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

11; Tricked And Treated [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

12; Consider Us Even [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

36; Watch Your Mouth [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

61; No Threats, Only Promises [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

69; Mommy’s Little Pet [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

92 & 94; A Good Little Pet [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

97 & 100; All Yours [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

99; Famished [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

Donna Beneviento

Only You, Forever and Always [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr

Picture Perfect: AO3 & Tumblr

Lady Dimitrescu's Daughters

Your Friend, My Friend, Our Friend: AO3 & Tumblr

Daniela Dimitrescu

Come Back To Me: AO3 & Tumblr

I’ll Always Come Back: AO3 & Tumblr

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Multi-Chapter Fics/AUs

A Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream: AO3 & Tumblr: Chapter 1

Make Me Feel Better: AO3 & Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Some Things Stay The Same And Some Times They Change: AO3 & Tumblr: Part 1,

What About What I Want: AO3 & Tumblr: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Challenge Fics

A Failed Experience: AO3 & Tumblr

Bubble Bath: AO3 & Tumblr

Catch You Later: AO3 & Tumblr

You Sent for Me, My Lady? Part 2 (Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Due to popular demand, I bring you part 2 of "You Sent for Me, My Lady"!

Part I

Warning: NSFW

As you make your way back to Lady Dimitrescu’s room, you find your heart is pounding out of your chest. You haven’t the slightest clue what she has planned for tonight. You pause outside her door, take a couple deep breaths to calm yourself down, and rap your knuckles against the door.

“Come in, my dear,” you hear Alcina purr from within.

When you open the door, you stand stock-still. Alcina rises from her seat in front of the mirror and slowly turns to face you. She is wearing a black lace peignoir over a red and black lingerie set. As you take in her blood-red stocking clipped to her garter, you realize just how long Alcina’s legs are and how firmly muscular too. Your mouth is working but you find the words die on your lips as you try to make them.

Alcina lets out an intoxicating chuckle as you stand rooted to the spot, transfixed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of undressing myself before you got here, pet,” Alcina says, casting off her peignoir and setting it on the back of her chair. “Now are you going to come over here or do I have to come get you myself?”

You don’t respond but you take off at a run and launch yourself into her waiting arms. Just like before there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you as she kisses you hard, your legs wrapped around her waist for balance. She unbuttons your collar and begins kissing your exposed neck, near your fluttering pulse point. “I could hear your heart pounding as you were walking down the hall,” Alcina murmurs against your neck. “Even now I can feel it beating its soft tattoo.” Alcina cups your breast and you let out a whimper of desire.

She runs a red fingernail across your throat, drawing blood. “I still have yet to taste you, my sweet,” Alcina growls and when you look at her, you see her pupils have dilated from hunger, her golden irises only a thin band around them.

Without warning, she lunges forward and sinks her canines into your neck. She pulls you flush to her body and you can’t move even if you wanted to. Alcina feeds on your blood greedily, her lips making soft popping sounds as she moans in satisfaction. Her tongue rasps around the puncture marks left in your soft skin, lapping up any leftover blood before she eventually pulls away.

You try to make eye contact but find your head is suddenly light and your head lolls to the side like a rag doll’s. She catches your face in her hand and brings you up to face her. “Are you feeling alright, dear?” Alcina asks, brushing a finger by your cheekbone. “I tend to overdo it for the first feeding. Do you think you can stand?”

You nod and stumble a little as she sets you down. She holds you steady and you take a few experimental steps before you can eventually move on your own. She smiles at you encouragingly. “Would you mind opening the bottom dresser for me, pet? I left a surprise for you in there.”

Walking over to the dresser, you find your palms are slick with sweat. You wipe them on your apron before opening the dresser. Inside you find a strap with a harness. You feel your face burn scarlet as you hear Alcina call behind you, “There it is! Bring it over here, would you?”

You take the strap and harness in your hands and with your face burning make your way back to her. When you try to hand it to her, she lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Oh, I’m not going to be the one wearing it, pet. You are.”

Alcina picks you up in her arms, giving you a sloppy kiss as she peels back your skirt and fastens the strap and harness snug around your hips. She moves to take you to the bed, but you notice both of your reflections passing by in the mirror. Hesitantly you place a hand on her arm. She looks at you in confusion. “If I may, my Lady,” you say, clearing your throat. “I rather liked the view the mirror offered us last night.”

Her face breaks out into a wolfish grin. “Oh, getting bolder, are we, pet?” she purrs, running a thumb along your chin. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She takes you over to the chair in front of her mirror and settles you on her lap, your legs straddling her hips. Taking you by the back of the head, she moves to kiss you again. While doing so, she takes your hand and glides it up her gartered leg.

You look at her and she sees the hesitation in your eyes. She smiles, understanding your uncertainty. “This is the first time you’re using a strap, isn’t it dear?” You nod slowly, embarrassed at your lack of experience. Still holding your hand, she moves it to her already dripping cunt. “Do you see how wet I already am, pet? That should be enough to get you started.” Alcina moves her large hands to cup your hips and guides you and the cock to her center.

Alcina leans her head back against the chair and utters a low moan in her throat as you push in, slowly filling her walls. Bracing your hands on both of her shoulders, you begin to ride her with your strap, your hips moving in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, abortive moans and sighs escape Alcina’s lips, now coated with a mixture of your blood and her lipstick. You chance a look at the mirror and you see your face is already red from the exertion, your face shining with perspiration.

Alcina shakes her head, pins falling to the floor in a heap and her hair becomes unbound. You take a couple strands of it and inhale deeply. It smells strongly of her oleander and rose perfume. So she even puts it in her hair, you think to yourself. Interesting…

“You’re doing so well for me, pet,” Alcina gasps out. “Please, there is no need to be gentle. Please fuck me harder, darling.”

You increase the pace of your thrusting and Alcina’s hands bury themselves in your back. You see in the looking glass that she has bunched her fingers into the material, causing small rips with her nails. Oh, well. Nothing a little needlework can’t fix later.

You can feel your hips starting to get sore with the pace you’re trying to maintain, but you must do as your Mistress commands. There is something so satisfying about her supplications for you to fuck her harder that you have no choice but to comply. You want to leave her satisfied after she showed you what she could do last night.

Last night....That gives you an idea. You can see there is still room, so in addition to the strap, you slide two of your fingers into her core. Alcina lets out abortive gasps as you gently begin to stroke her sensitive walls while pounding into her with your cock.

“Yes! Dracu, yes!” Alcina pants. “Please, just like that! Don’t stop, draga. I’m so close!”

Your fingers quest further into her walls. Ah, there it is. Your fingers brush by her clitoris and you feel her shudder underneath you as she climaxes, coating your hand in her nectar. You pull out your hand and your cock and settle against her, your head on her chest, both of you breathing quite heavily.

“That,” Alcina says, putting a hand through your hair and stroking it gently. “Was absolutely magnificent. If I am to be completely honest, you surprised me, draga. I never knew you had it in you. But then,” Alcina kisses the top of your head. “They do say it’s always the quiet ones.”

You feel your cheeks burn at the praise. “Thank you, my Lady.” Just then, you happen to glance at the clock. “Good God! Is it that late already? Mrs. Fischer will have my head if I’m not in bed by light’s out!”

“Then why don’t you stay with me?” Alcina takes your hand and slowly begins to kiss your fingers one by one. “Even though Mrs. Fischer is the housekeeper, she can hardly argue with you if she knows you’ve been with me, her employer.”

You nod and she gives you a chaste kiss. “Good! Now I hate to make you work so late, but would you mind helping me out of this and into my nightgown?”

A smile spreads across your face. “It would be my honor, my Lady.”

O-oh no, how d-did I get in this p-pesky jar~

The fact that 8,000 people reblogged this 😂Alcina’s gonna have a booked schedule these next few weeks

“Come along, darling”

POV: you’re a maiden on a late night stroll and you get lost in that massive castle. Lady Dimitrescu finds you wandering about and helps you find your way back to your bedchamber.

Any writers feel free to use this as a prompt? 👀

My favourite fanfics

Novitiate 🤝Do you see me? (Tell me you do) 🤝In all your horror and beauty

@countessmillarca

Parents: When are you going to meet a nice guy and have children?

Me, a raging lesbian:

She gay. You cannot change my mind.

Alcina: Ew, I think I stepped in shit

Heisenberg: *Crys out in pain*

Alcina: Oh, Heisenberg it’s you

Her answer is No

You: You know, Chris and I broke up.

Alcina: What? But why, sweetheart?

You: We had a fight because I was hanging out with you all day yesterday... So he told me to choose: either love or friendship.

Alcina: Oh, well, I see, so you chose friendship...

You: No, honey. I chose love... I love you!

You Sent for Me, My Lady? (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Warning: NSFW

You are just biting into the edge of your toast when you hear a bell ring. You instinctively look up, as do all the servants in the dining hall, wondering what next task would be sent for them. You see the bell under the plaque denoting the Countess’s Chambers ring insistently. You sigh. You had rather hoped you would be able to finish your breakfast before dressing the Lady for the day, but she was on a rather tight schedule. “Well, that’s me, I suppose,” you say to your fellow servants as you wipe the corner of your mouth of any leftover crumbs. “I’ll be off then.”

As you climb back up the stairs to the door that separates the servants quarters from the main hall, your cheeks flood with color as you recall the events from the night before. You had just finished brushing Alcina’s hair for the evening, the customary 100 strokes before bed. As you replaced the silver-back brush in front of the mirror, you happened to catch Alcina’s reflection.

Even after countless nights of dressing her and undressing her as her Lady’s Maid, her beauty still struck you as soundly as it did the first time you met her. Fathomless golden eyes framed by long lashes stared back at you from the looking glass. Her lips were deep crimson, laugh lines like accent marks dotting the corner of her lips. Up close you could see the flaws in her foundation, cracks lining her alabaster skin, moving up into her hairline and down the swell of her full breasts.

Alcina had caught you staring. Her eyebrow quirked up and she gave you an amused smile. “See anything you like, dear?” she teased.

You felt your face grow hot. “P-please pardon my rudeness, your Ladyship,” you sputtered. “I didn’t mean to stare. Is- is there anything else I can help you with, my Lady?”

“No.” She turned from the mirror to face you and you blushed further at the intensity of her expression. She gave you a considering look. “But perhaps,” she purred as she moved the hem of her nightown to expose her gartered leg. “There is something I can help you with, pet.” She took your small hand in her larger one and set it against her thigh.

Suddenly Alcina had swept you in her arms and you were in her lap, your legs straddling her wide hips. Your face was cupped between her hands and she was kissing you fiercely, her fingers weaving themselves in your hair, knocking it out of its tight bun. Your cap fell off and rolled under the vanity, forgotten. Alcina took a couple strands of your hair, now loose and falling past your shoulders and inhaled deeply. “What lovely hair you have, my dear,” Alcina said, twirling a loose lock between her fingers. “Such a shame you have to keep it hidden while working, but needs must, I suppose.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were not used to such compliments coming from your Lady. You hardly stammered out a thank you before Alcina’s mouth was on yours again, her lips moving hungrily against yours. She took off one hand that was holding the side of your head and glided it up your skirt. She caught your bottom lip in between her fangs, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she worked to unhook your garter. You felt your core heaten up in anticipation.

She shifted you around so you were facing the mirror. You started as you saw your reflection for the first time since being in Alcina’s arms. Your hair was disheveled, your kiss-swollen lips were smeared all over with Lady Dimitrescu’s lipstick, and your face was flushed bright red. She began kissing the sensitive nape of your neck and you felt a pleasant shiver go up your spine. “Would- would you not rather take this to bed, my Lady?” you stammered.

“Actually, I would rather stay here if you don’t mind, pet,” Alcina purred. “I rather like the view it affords us.” She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around your neck and began undoing the buttons of your collar, bending her dark head to kiss each new spot she uncovered. Before long, your neck and upper chest were covered with lipstick stains and hickeys. You could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her nightgown as she saw your arousal dripping down your leg.

Alcina moved her hand down the front of your open dress to cup your breast. As she stroked her finger around your areola, you felt your nipples harden at the stimulation. You leant your head back against her ample bosom and were hardly able to suppress the sign that escaped your lips. She caught your expression of bliss in the mirror and flashed you a manic grin before slipping two of her fingers into your core.

You gasped as her fingers started to move rhythmically inside you. Your hips began to rise and fall in Alcina’s lap as you rode her fingers. You caught a glimpse of your reflection and your hair was plastered to your forehead with sweat. You’d bitten your lip and blood had started running from the corner of your mouth. You started to feel self-conscious and began to turn away.

Alcina turned your face back to the mirror, gently but firmly. “No need to be bashful, pet,” Alcina said, quickening the pace of her fingers. “I want you to see your expression when I make you experience le petites mortes.”

Your hips bucked as Alcina quickened her pace. They could hardly keep up wiht the movements of her fingers. You could feel your orgasm building. “Your-your Ladyship, please!” you cried out as Alcina grabbed a fistful of your hair and held you close to the mirror. “Please! I’m so close!”

“Now, Y/N,” Alcina chuckled as she stroked your sweaty cheek. “I think the time for formalities has passed, don’t you? Say my name.”

“L-Lady Alcina!”

“No.” She moved her head closer and you felt her breath hot on your neck as she hissed in your ear, her curls tickling your cheeks. “Say my true name or I will not let you cum.”

“Alcina!”

“Again,” she said, pressing another lingering kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Alcina!”

“Louder, pet!”

You threw back your head against Aclina’s chest, crying out her name as you felt the release of your orgasm. Your climax spilled onto Alcina’s hands and into the lap of her nightgown. Exhausted, you settled back against her, breathing hard, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your climax.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your curls and tucked your head underneath her chin. “Did you like that, my pet?’ Alcina purred.

You nodded soundlessly and glanced down at her soiled nightgown. “Er-sorry about the mess, my Lady.”

Alcina chuckled at that. “Never mind, darling, it’ll wash out. Now you’d better get back downstairs before Mrs. Fischer misses you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment at not being asked to stay, but what else did you expect? Alcina helped you stand up and she took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped any traces of her lipstick off your face and chest. She glanced down at the love bites trailing down your neck and into your dress front. “Nothing we can do about those for now, I’m afraid,” she said, flashing you an apologetic smile. “They should fade in time. It’ll be so dark now, no one will notice. Now off you go.”

You nodded again and with a brief curtsy left Alcina’s bedchambers.

Now heading back in the same direction this morning you feel your heart pounding at the thought of seeing her again. You couldn’t sleep at all the previous night because every time you closed your eyes you felt her lips hot against yours and her fingers filling your walls. You ached for her to touch you again.

You open the door and you see her in her slip sitting before the mirror applying her lipstick. She sees your reflection in the mirror and smiles. “Ah, Y/N! Come in. I’m almost ready for you.” She finishes putting on the last of her lipstick and she turns to face you. You’re struck by her staggering height and the thin material of her slip barely conceals the muscles in her powerful thighs. The slip is at a lower cut than her normal day dress, so more of her décolletage is on display.

She gives you a look. “Y/N? My dress, if you please?”

“Yes! Sorry Mistress!” You wrap her dress hanging on the armoire around your arm and pull over your stool to help her step into it. As you help her dress, you try to catch her eye looking for any sign, any remnant of last night, but none appears. Again, nothing unusual. It’s not like this is the first time Lady Dimitrescu has had a dalliance with a maiden. She’s had so many over the years it must be hard to keep track. It was one night of pure ecstasy, but it’s over now. It seems Alcina has already moved on.

After you attach the pin to her hat, your work is finished. She stands up and inspects her reflection in the mirror, looking at her magnificent body from different angles. “Thank you, Y/N, that should be all for now.”

“Very well, my Lady.” You give her a brief curtsy and turn to leave but she catches you from behind and wraps her strong arms around you. Her oleander and rose perfume is overwhelming. She must have just applied it before you came in. “Come back to my room tonight,” she growls in your ear, nipping it lightly with the tip of her fangs. “I gave you some assistance last night and tonight I’m rather curious to see what you can do to return the favor.”

You blush scarlet and nod your assent. “Good!” Alcina kisses the tip of your ear and gives you a playful swat on the behind “Now off you go!”

You practically skip down the hallway as you head back down to the dining hall to finish your breakfast. You don’t know how you will be able to focus on your tasks for the rest of the day now. You simply can’t wait for tonight.

happy monday

Separation

Summary: You and Alcina are a mated pair and you struggle with severe separation anxiety.

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x NB! Reader

Word Count: Open and see 

Warnings: Fangs, Mate Bond, Mentions bad mental state and talks of extreme anxiety and anxiety attacks, blood and mentions of rape. No smut this time or is there?

I got the scenting thing from a fanfic I’ve read I’ll link it here.

Keep reading

The Night Before (An Alcina x Reader Fanfic)

Warnings: NSFW

You are trying to go about your daily tasks in Castle Dimitrescu but are finding it very hard to focus. It could be the fact that spring has finally arrived in Romania, the birds chirping, the sun beaming down from the heavens, the snow finally melting away to make way for new life teeming from the earth.

It could also be the fact that your wedding to Alcina Dimitrescu, the love of your life and the Lady of the Castle is tomorrow.

The housekeeper turns in your direction and gives you a pointed look. “Are you going to stand there all day away with the fairies, dearie, or are you going to polish those candelabras like I asked?”

You immediately snap back to reality. “Of course! Sorry, Mrs. Fischer.”

Mrs. Fischer shakes her head, clucking to herself. “Tomorrow you may be the Lady Consort, but today you are still a maid and you have your duties to perform.” She inspects you over the half-moon spectacles perched over her nose. “Now I expect you to polish those candelabras until they sparkle!”

“Right away, Mrs. Fischer.” You turn and set to work on your polishing.

“Oh, and Y/N?” Mrs. Fischer calls over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mrs. Fischer?”

She gives you a conspiratorial wink. “Congratulations, dearie.”

You can’t help but be shocked. Mrs. Fischer never gave out compliments or congratulations freely. You only knew you were doing a job correctly if she wasn't constantly checking up on you to make sure you didn’t mess anything up. You start to get emotional in spite of yourself. You may have started out working at Castle Dimitrescu as extra income for your aging parents, but there had always been something satisfying about taking care of a large house. You didn’t even mind the extra hours that you put in saving up for your engagement ring to Alcina, which had turned even more beautiful than you could have imagined.

Alcina had put her foot down about you staying on in your job once the two of you got married, however. “Darling, after our vows, you’ll be a part of this house. Your place will be with our family, not working for it,” she had said, taking your chin in her hand and stroking your cheek.

You finally agreed and she smiled indulgently at you as you asked to work just one last day, for old time’s sake. “Of course, draga mea,” she said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “If that is what you wish.”

A sudden crash breaks you from your reverie and you smile as you see one of the parlor maids, Constanza, making her way over to you with a sheepish grin on her face after picking up the tray she had dropped on the floor. Constanza was a lovely young woman with auburn hair and blue eyes, perfect for a parlor maid. Unfortunately, she was also very accident-prone. She finally comes to a stop in front of you with a silver tray. On the tray is a single envelope sealed in wax with Dimitrescu family crest

“Good morning Y/N!” Constanza says brightly. Then thinking better of it she tries, “Er, good morning Miss -no, Lady Consort- wait you’re not Lady Consort yet-”

You stop her before she can continue her babbling and put a placating hand on her arm. “Constanza, you’ve been working here as long as I have. You can still be familiar with me if you want to.”

Constanza breathes a sigh of relief and breaks out into a grin. “So the big day’s tomorrow! Are you excited?”

Yes, you were excited. And nervous. And terrified as all hell. But you give her a smile as you say, “Yes, Connie I am. Alcina and I have been waiting for this day a long time.” It still felt weird to say Alcina’s given name out loud and not in private like when you were first courting.

Then your attention turns to the sealed envelope on the tray Constanza is holding. “Is that for me?” you prompt.

Constanza’s face suddenly turns a lovely shade of puce and her blue eyes grow wide behind their spectacles. “Er- yes, the Lady herself gave it to me with, er, very specific instructions to tell you to not look at it until you’re alone in your room. At night. She said she would give you a call when she wants you to open it”

You feel your own cheeks start to burn as you take the envelope off the tray. “Thank you, Constanza, I’ll just take this back to my room for now.”

Constanza gives you a nod and turns to leave. Suddenly she turns around and gives you a brief curtsy. You suddenly notice all the other servants of the house staring at you and you feel a pang of sadness as you realize you won’t be able to interact with them as freely as you normally could. You’ll be in your own separate worlds.

Without a word you head back to your room, the envelope clutched in your hand. Night cannot come soon enough.

***

After what seems like eons, night has finally fallen on House Dimitrescu. You’re alone in your bedroom pacing back and forth like a caged animal. You’re not used to sleeping alone as for the past couple of months you had been sharing your bed with Alcina in her bedchambers. However, Alcina’s daughters- no, your daughters too, soon- had insisted that it would be bad luck for the two of you to see each other before the wedding. It had taken you aback as you hadn’t considered the girls to be traditional, but they were insistent and after some protesting, Alcina had finally relented.

Still it wasn’t easy. You hadn’t seen Alcina all day since you had left her side this morning. You had heard her talking with the Duke outside earlier discussing last minute wedding arrangements, her elegant velvety voice carrying through the entrance hall. You had longed to run over and put your arms around her, burying your face in the curve of her hip, but you held yourself back out of respect for your future daughters’ wishes.

The phone begins to ring loudly in your bedroom and with your heart already pounding, you pick it up off the hook and hold the receiver to your ear. “Yes?”

“Draga mea?” Your heart skips a beat as you hear your fiancee's voice on the other line. “Is that you?”

“Yes,” you say, holding the receiver closer to your ear.

“Did you receive the envelope I addressed to you this morning?”

“Yes,” you say. The envelope is on a nearby table with your name on it in Alcina’s beautiful cursive handwriting with a letter opener nearby, ready for opening. “Can I open it now?”

“Not so fast, pet,” Alcina’s voice takes on a teasing quality. “You didn’t look at the contents inside did you?”

“No.” But you were certainly tempted throughout the day to sneak a peek. You held firm, though, knowing that even after all the waiting it would be worth it.

“Good girl,” Alcina purrs on the other line. “You’ve been so very patient and that ought to be rewarded. But first, tell me, what are you wearing right now?”

Immediately you wished you had put on sexier clothes than just your nightgown. Oh well. You have to deal with what you got. “Just my nightgown. Nothing fancy, I’m afraid.”

“Oh? Is it the one with the ribbon in the front?”

“Yes,” you say looking down at your nightgown. There is indeed a ribbon in the front. You remember when it’s unfastened that it reveals more of your cleavage. Your outfit choice might not have been so bad after all.

You can tell that Alcina is recalling the exact same thing as she says, “Loosen up the ribbon for me, dear, would you?”

You loosen up the ribbon and the nightgown slips off your shoulders slightly. You’re finding breathing normally difficult. You feel a slight pinch as you feel your nipples grow hard at the sound of Alcina’s husky voice.

Alcina chuckles. “All right, dear, I’ll stop torturing you. You may open the envelope now.”

You practically lunge over to the table to slice open the envelope. Inside are a bunch of photographs taken with a vintage style camera. As you take out the first one you see that Alcina is featured on it and you suspect that the rest all show her as well.

“Now, pet,” Alcina purrs. “Tell me exactly what you see in the first picture.”

You hold the picture in your hand to the light to get a better look. “You’re sitting in front of your mirror. Your hair is down and your hat is off. You’re, um, wearing a black peignoir and brushing your hair. It’s all, uh, very tasteful.”

Alcina lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Oh, rest assured, darling, the rest of the pictures will become progressively less tasteful.”

Your mouth runs dry and you feel your palms have grown sweaty. You wipe them on your nightgown before continuing.

You take out the second picture. “Just like before, pet. Describe it to me and leave no detail out.”

You clear your throat. “You’re standing before the window and smoking. You’ve cast off your peignoir and are wearing a red and black lingerie set. The bustier is black and your garter is clipped to red stockings, the exact shade of your lipstick.” You swallow before continuing. “You look stunning.”

She lets out a girlish giggle at that. “Thank you, darling. Speaking of garters, how about you unhook yours?”

With shaking hands you unhook your garter belt and peel down your stockings. You push the skirt of your nightgown up a little bit, but you know to wait until Alcina gives you further instructions.

Onto the next one then. You take it out and you suddenly find your mouth moving but no words coming out.

“Dearest?” Alcina prompts. “The next photo?”

“Um,” you stammer. “Your back is turned to the camera now and er, the back is very um, sheer.” The back indeed is very sheer with only a thin layer of lace covering the curve of her hips. You feel your core growing hot with desire. You feel your arousal drip down your bare leg.

“You sound a tad overwhelmed, darling,” Alcina purrs. “If you need to take some time for yourself you may do so now.”

Now that she had given you express permission you glide your hand up your skirt and slip it into your already dripping cunt. You let out a soft gasp as you feel your fingers move inside you. It’s not the same feeling as when Alcina’s fingers are inside you, but at this point anything will do. You can hardly wait for your wedding night. You try to maintain the pace she usually uses.

“There, pet,” Alcina is panting now too on the other line. “Just like that. Now the next picture, please.”

Alcina’s moans from the other line are driving you to distraction but you hold the phone against your shoulder while you use the other hand that is not in your core to pick up the next photo.

“You know what to do, now, draga mea,” Alcina gasps out.

The last photo nearly takes you out. You feel your climax building as you describe it to Alcina. She is sitting at the foot of the bed, her lingerie set on the floor, her legs open. You take in her full breasts and the soft black down that covers her nethers. One of her arms is extended and you see her muscles rippling in her shoulders as she beckons you teasingly to the bed.

You cry out her name as you orgarsm and you lean your head against the table, spent. “Good girl,” Alcina purrs, still riding out her own climax. “That was but a foretaste of what our wedding night will be. I do hope you’re prepared, dear.”

“Yes,” you practically squeak.

“Good to hear,” Alcina chortles. “Well, I suppose we ought to get our rest before tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning, my bride.”

You blush scarlet at Alcina calling you her bride. You could definitely get used to that. You have something prepared too. “Alcina?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Te iubesc, draga mea.”

You can almost see Alcina’s beautiful face break out into a grin, her eyes crinkling in the corners, cheeks dimpling. “Your pronunciation has much improved, dearest. Very well done. And I love you too, darling. Noapte bună.”

You fasten back up your nightgown and head over to the bed. You are not the least bit surprised when you find you can’t sleep. There is simply so much to be excited about.