Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

14: Drink

Your lips seem to fit effortlessly against Lady Dimitrescu's. Your bodies are now melting together, creating a pool of passion. Your fingers entwine with her hair, pulling her closer - seemingly molding from two bodies into one. This moment eases your worries, washes away your pain, and warms your recently cold heart. You can feel the walls you had built around yourself start to crumble, leaving the perfect 10' tall entrance, designed for Lady Dimitrescu.

I could kiss you forever, Alcina.

Lady Dimitrescu chuckles at your thought. Pulling away gently, she kisses your forehead.

"Forever is a mighty long time, little one. If that is the case, let's at least get you inside. The cold has little affect on me, but you are shaking in your boots." She stands. Her radiant smile shines down of you.

Lady Dimitrescu reaches out her hand, inviting you to take it in yours. You lift your hand to hers. Instead of grabbing it, you slip your hand into her glove. The fabric is just loose enough to allow your fingers to curl into hers. Once you've found the perfect position, you continue the last little bit of your walk together before heading back to Lady Dimitrescu's bedchamber.

You sit on the rug in front of the fireplace, legs tucked beneath you. As Lady Dimitrescu dressed into her evening robe, you stoked the fire. Crackling sparks turned to blazing flames in an instant. The heat radiated onto your body, easing the chills of winter that caressed your skin.

"Alina, would you mind If I moved my easel into your bedchamber for the night? I assume your going to enjoy a glass on wine while your read in your chair. There's a painting I was hoping to finish, but I would like to be in your company as I complete it. If you wouldn't mind, of course." You ask, a little embarrassed by your neediness for her presence.

"Of course, Y/N. I would enjoy that." She gleams. "Let me assist you. I'll carry the easel, and you can carry your supplies." She offers kindly.

"Yes, thank you. But, you have to promise me that you won't look at the painting quite yet. I want to get your thoughts once it is done - without any spoilers."

"As you wish, my dear." She coos with an excited smile.

The two of you quickly retrieve all the needed supplies from the gallery. Returning to her bedchamber, Alcina sets up your easel close to her, but angled it so she can't see what you are painting. This angle gives you the perfect view of her, relaxing with a book and wineglass in hand. Lady Dimitrescu has waisted no time settling into her seat and getting lost in her book. Although her makeup is removed, her thick wine stains her lips their usual divine crimson. An occasional satisfied hum escapes her throat as she drinks. Daniela made you aware that the wine they drink is not strictly fermented fruit. The blood of maidens is laced in with sweet fruity aroma and bitter alcohol. Although it's a bit unsettling to your stomach, you are glad that Alcina's ailment has provided some sort of enjoyment to her - despite it involving draining disobedient maids of their blood. However, you can almost guarantee that she enjoys that as well.

Out of sudden curiosity, you ask her a question you're not entirely sure you want the answer to.

"Alcina... would you ever drain me of my blood? You know... for your wine?"

This question comes as a surprise to her. She flashes you a puzzled glance without fully looking up from her book. She ponders her thoughts, debating how to respond. Her head lifts and she pulls the small reading glasses from her eyes.

"The only way I would drain you of your delectable blood is if I did so from your neck." She reveals a mischievous smirk. "Or, of course, from other parts of your body." You blush, remembering how she had passionately sucked the blood from your breast. "Why do you ask, little one?"