RE: VILLAGE Lady Dimitrescu Edition

Addictive Taste (L.A.D)

(A lot of people requested smut with a dom!dimitrescu so I combined them a bit)

(Warnings: hermaphrodite(as requested), Smut, Dirty talk, Biting, Blood, a pretty kinky chapter)

"Oh, you poor thing," Lady Dimitrescu cooed, her gaze of molten gold pinning you beneath her as her fingers delicately run between your legs, collecting the slick mess that she's worked so tirelessly on for the past hour. "You've held on for so long, haven't you?"

Her eyes rake over the countless stains of her red lipstick covering the skin of your thighs and belly, as well as the marks of her fangs where they claimed eagerly for the taste of your blood. She's brought you close to the brink, only to waver with a cocky smile as your hips buck in a desperate attempt at following your high.

"Yes...mistress."

Below her, you remain a whining mess, with a flushed face and blown-out pupils; you could barely piece together a sentence, much less move on your own. Throughout your skin lingered a thin layer of sweat, glistening beneath the glow of the candlelit chandelier hanging just at the end of her bed.

Lady Dimitrescu continues.

"How much longer can you last for me..." Alcina runs her fingertip over your belly and between your breasts, and in one fluid motion, grasps your chin between her fingertips, angling you to look at her. " because those sweet eyes of yours have little thought behind them."

She patiently waits as you string your words together, caressing over your skin as delicately as she could manage. You shiver beneath her touch; the focus once held so carefully in your eyes now brought to pieces as you lean in her, a soft whimper leaving your throat.

Alcina eyes you, raising a finger to her mouth and placing the digit on her tongue, wrapping the appendage around her silken pale skin.

Your mouth falls dry, and the sentence on your tongue withers into nothing but stunned silence.

Alcina breaks into a predatory grin, the usually smooth lining of her teeth growing into linings of sharpened bone — and the glow of her eyes burning into red embers, swirls of appetite hazing over her pupils. At the same time, her lips graze over the skin of your thigh, her fingers caressing over the skin of your calf, where she gently raises it—guiding your leg just enough so that she may explore the expanse of your inner thigh, her tongue gliding hungrily against your delicate flesh before you felt the lengthy, twisted appendage of her tongue stretch into you- writhing.

Guiding your hips forward you grind against her mouth, a choked gasp leaving you while you clutch the sheets between your fists.

All so gently, she guides your legs over her shoulders, feasting upon your delicious desire — the once golden fire to her eyes glowing red as she drags you impossibly close to your orgasm.

You begin to writhe, back arching and toes curling as your heels dig into her powerful shoulders, edging her on as she meets your half-lidded gaze.

The lull of her growls vibrates through you. Her fingers ever so possessively pulling your hips and propping you still, losing herself in the taste of you.

Just so close you could feel the knot form in the pit of your stomach, the shaking of your legs acting on desperation as—! Alcina pulls away, a sloppy dribble of saliva and your arousal collecting at her chin as she effortlessly raises herself from the apex of your thighs, caressing over your waist as she leans over you smaller frame, the gleam of predatory satisfaction glazing over her ember-filled gaze.

"You're such a good girl..."

Alcina's cold hand gloves over your calf, positioning herself just between your legs, her hips pushing forward as to tease her length against your eager pussy.

"So compliant and vocal..."

Leaning over you, her lips connecting against your neck.

"And so," her teeth graze over your throat, gliding across to your pulse, "very...delicious" The numbing shock of her biting down into your flesh and sinking her fangs into you rips an abrupt moan from you, the beat of your heart reaching your ears as you feel your blood begin to drizzle down.

At the same time, you feel the head of her cock push into you - stretching you ever so uncomfortably. Even with the foreplay beforehand, she was bigger than an average human, in more ways than one, which proved difficult to handle unless she eased you into it at first.

Alcina makes a sound like that of a snarl, her fangs still in your neck as she gulps greedily from you, pushing her hips forward with impatience until she's no more room to thrust forward.

Your hands claw against her back,  holding onto the older woman as she began at a soft pace, her fangs subsiding from your neck as she pins you down with a single hand.

Alcina inhales deeply, exhaling with a growl as her thrusts force the bed to swivel into the wall, the frame creaking with the weight.

"That's right..." She gasps, gazing down as she watches you take her with every thrust. "You belong to me, morsel."

She stretches you, moving with a graceful yet firm glide of her hips that has your toes curling and the knot in your stomach tightening.

"Say it." Alcina snarls, baring her bloodied fangs, "say that you belong to me."

Rather than words, you whimper, struggling to form a coherent sentence at the feeling of being so incredibly full.

You grasp at her arms and dig the heels of your feet into the back of her thighs.

A sharp slap echoes over the room, and it takes you but a second to register the impact of her palm against your cheek, a moan slipping past your lips, followed by a tight grip at your jaw as she forces your gaze onto her.

"I said say it" Alcina snaps her maws at your throat, barely nipping the skin with how close she does so.

"I belong to you mistress—" you clench your jaw, a writhing of pleasure whipping through you as she delivers a rather shockingly rough thrust, keeping deep inside of you as her motion pauses— breathing heavily from above you as she locks a shocked gaze with you.

"You already have me so close, dragostea mae..." The sentence dies on her tongue, her fingers glide over the curve of your stomach, moving to clench at your thigh as she grinds into you. "You're such a good girl..."

You clench around her, caressing over her waist as you pull her down for a kiss, her lipstick smudging against your lips as her tongue snakes into your mouth, stretching over your tongue and coating the metallic flavor of your blood down your throat.

Alcina moans into your mouth as you raise your hips, encouraging not only her orgasm but yours as well— the building of pressure — desperate grinding until you feel the strong, solid grip over your throat, and her vicious, throaty cry as she finishes inside of you.