Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

66: She Will Always Be Mine

You stay close at Alcina's side until you can see the grand staircase begin to come into view. You add some space between you, following along with Alcina's trickery. Just before you become visible to anyone waiting in the grand hall, Alcina glances down at you. She mouths a sweet I love you, always. You give her a warm smile in response. Alcina poises herself, kind expression falling away as she reaches the top of the winding staircase. Following her descending steps, you see Mother Miranda's attention watching closely as you and Alcina approach her.

"Mother Miranda. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Alcina sarcastically calls out, reaching the bottom of the steps.

"I've come to check on my dear protege." Mother Miranda exclaims. "Truthfully, I'm surprised to see she's still alive. I would have thought you'd drain her since you were so adamant that you wanted nothing to do with her."

"Yes, well, good help is hard to come by these days." Alcina informs her, placing herself a few feet in front of Miranda.

You keep your distance, eyes narrowed to the ground. Mary steps away from Miranda, joining you at your side. Her hand brushes against your arm, giving you an assuring touch since Alcina is unable to in this moment. Mother Miranda doesn't seem to notice.

"She is an obedient little thing, isn't she?" Mother Miranda remarks. "So easy to strike fear in such a fragile girl."

Mother Miranda glances at you, seeing if her words strike a rise. The last you had seen her, her taloned hand ripped at your throat in pure hatred. That was the same night you had been presented before the Lord's, making them aware of your remaining mutated existence. Your eyes remain glued to the floor, not wanting to meet the haunting eyes of Mother Miranda.

"Come forward, dear." Mother Miranda requests. "Let me get a look at you."

Without a word, you obey and step forward. Mother Miranda slowly steps around you, looking you up and down. Her heels are a taunting click against the marble stone floor. Her steps pause behind you. A chill bursts down your spine as you feel her hand rise to the zipper of your uniform and begin to pull it down.

"Mother Miranda!" Alcina quickly protests.

"Watch yourself, Alcina." Mother Miranda warns. "I'm only examining my subject."

Alcina's jaw clenches shut. Mother Miranda fully unzips your dress. Her hands slide under the fabric, pushing it off your body. Before you can catch the fabric in your grip, your uniform flutters to the floor around your feet. Your chest is exposed, lacking the coverage of any undergarments. Your hands swiftly cover your breasts. Miranda observes the faint bruises and lack of hardened masses on your shoulder blades. Her hands brush over the area, feeling the absence of your 'deformity.'
Your stomach twists as her hand wanders down your body, golden encaged fingertips tracing the curve of your waist. Mother Miranda leans in, allowing her mouth to hover near your ear.

"Such an exquisite body my parasite has created." Her words hiss in your ear.

Despite her sensual tone, you feel nauseated hearing her ravish over you. Her hand reaches in front of you, now teasing the bulge of your lower breast held beneath your hand.
You clench your jaw, nearly ready to hurl. You desperately want to shove this perverted woman away from you.

"That's enough!" Alcina growls. "Mary, cover the girl!"

Mother Miranda releases you with a chuckle, shifting to the space in front of you. Mary rushes to your side, plucking your uniform from the ground and sliding it back up your body. Mother Miranda frowns as Mary pulls your hair out of the way so she can zip your dress. Your eyes widen as you see Miranda's attention narrow to your neck. She swiftly grabs your jaw, twisting your head to the side. You wince as the familiar feeling of her metallic talons dig into you. Her free hand lifts to your neck, finger swiping your skin. As she moves her finger from your neck, you can see a smear of red lipstick spread across the tip. Alcina holds her composure, expression flat and unwaivering.