Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

16: Sweet Lavender

You woke in Alcina's chamber. You're covered with her comforting blankets and the gentle smell of lavender that's imbedded within in their fabric. The winter sun trickles through the window, showing you its morning glory. Alcina is sitting at her vanity, scribbling away in a journal. You can smell the remnants of sweet tobacco in the air. Gazing into the mirror, you can see a tinge of frustration on Alcina's face. She must have had a long night, or the morning was already demanding her efforts. She lifts her head from her writing, now glancing at your face in the reflection. A soft smile wipes away any signs of distress that had been there a moment ago.

"Good morning, lovely." She coos.

"Good morning." You yawn as you stand, wrapping a silken sheet around you.

Standing next to her, you rest your head on her lap. When sitting, Alcina is at the perfect height for this. Her hand falls onto your head, stroking your hair.

"I'm relieved to see you finally got some rest. With the busy day ahead, you'll need it." Alcina was now picking you up, resting you upon her lap. "I have a meeting with the lord's and Mother Miranda to attend this morning. As my personal maiden, you will be joining me."

You nod, still groggy from your slumber. You rest your head against Alcina's breast. Your weight sinks into her, a soft warm pillow to comfort you. She chuckles, noticing how comfortable you are against the bare skin that peeks through her robe. You stay here, allowing her to hold you as she finishes her entry. You want to peek, but you know the words she has written are not meant for your eyes.

"Up, my dear. It's time to get ready for the day." Alcina breaks away from your comfort. Lifting you from her lap and setting you down. "Be a good little maiden and run me a bath, please."

"Yes, my Lady." You set the sheet back on the bed and make your way to the bathroom. You reach into the tub, starting the tap. Warm water rushes into the basin, causing steam to rise from the cool ceramic edge. You grab two glass bottles of Alcina's favorite oils. Pouring their content out, allowing their relaxing aromas of lavender and jasmine to drop into the water. Once the bath is filled, you turn off the tap.

"Your bath awaits you, my lady." You chime to your Mistress. "I'll grab you some fresh towels from the linen closet.

"Thank you, dear." She replies, rising from her chair and heading to the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she enters.

You pull two large towels from the closet. They are massive. You could honestly use them as a blanket if you so desired. But, they are the perfect size for Lady Dimitrescu's beautiful mountainous body. Before bringing Lady Dimitrescu her towels, you also grab a glass and a bottle of her favorite wine.

You tap out a knock on the bathroom door.

"You may enter." Lady Dimitrescu replies.

You step into the warm bathroom. Steam lingers, fogging the mirror with condensation. The smells that wrap around you are divine. Lady Dimitrescu has already submerged her body within the water. Her head rests on the edge of the tub, eyes closed in relaxation.

"I brought you two towels and some wine."

Lady Dimitrescu lifts her head and opens her eyes, greeting your gaze with a relieved smile.

"Thank you."

You set the towels on the counter. You bring Lady Dimitrescu her glass. She holds it as you pour out the thick wine for her. She takes an enjoyable sip and sets it down on the ledge.

"Such a good maiden deserves a reward." She smirks. "Care to join me?"

You blush, feeling your checks ignite at the thought of bathing with Lady Dimitrescu.

"Don't be shy." She hums. "Undress and I'll lift you in."

You slowly slide the straps of your nightgown off your shoulders. It falls to the ground, circling around your feet. Lady Dimitrescu eyes you, her gaze traveling the inches of your body. She reaches for you, lifting you up over the edge of the tub and slowly lowering you into it's warmth. The water feels good against your skin. She rests your body on her thighs. Her skin caresses yours as she pulls you closer.

"Tilt your head back." She kindly orders. She scoops water into a small pitcher and begins to pour it on your head. Oil infused water trickles through your hair and down your back, sending warm streams across your skin. Lady Dimitrescu begins scrubbing your hair with lush soap, cleaning off the grime, then rinses the suds.
Once she finishes washing you, she turns you around to face her. Your legs straddle her thighs, hands resting on her arms as they firmly hold your waist.

"You've been obedient, my pet. I expect you to maintain that obedience at the meeting. If you don't, there will be consequences." She warns.

"Of course, my Lady."

"I also request that you wear something other than your usual uniform. Something... form fitting to the curves of your delightful body." Her finger traces your side, sending a tingle chasing after her movement. She leans into you, lowering her mouth to your ear.

"I want to make the other lords jealous of my maiden. I want them to know who you belong to." She kisses the curve of your shoulder, trailing up to your neck with there tongue. "I want them to know I've claimed you. I own you, and you can not be touched by anyone but me." At her last words, her teeth push into your neck. She begins pulling your blood into her mouth, enjoying every drop. You moan into her ear, causing her to suck on your flesh harder. Satisfied with her morning drink, she licks away any remaining blood from your skin.

"Good girl." She purrs. Lady Dimitrescu stands, pulling both of your bodies from the now cool water. She sets you down outside of the tub before stepping out herself. You can't help but stare. Your eyes fixate on the droplets of water cascading down her body. This is the first you've seen her naked skin. Her body is powerful, and yet oh so feminine. She has the body of a goddess, radiating with beauty that could lure anyone's gaze. She pulls a towel from the counter, wrapping it around her. She kneels down to you, pulling your body into her towel and wrapping it around you as well. Your bare skin melts against hers. You can't help but feel turned on by this. You bite your lip, holding in the urge to beg for your mistresses touch.

"Now is not the time, pet." She smirks at you, knowing your neediness for her. "Now, go get dressed. We have a meeting to attend."

Your heart and body ache to feel the pleasure of your mistress, but you don't dare disobey her. You nod, pulling away from her embrace and covering yourself with the other towel. Disappointed, you make your way to your room to get dressed.