Oh, Darling Mine [Lady Dimitrescu] [REVIII]

Chapter VIII

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a/n: allow me to apologize for the lack of updates from my part. I am so sorry. These past months haven't been exactly the best for me, and I'm just now starting to feel better mentally, and emotionally. Everything's alright, though! No need to worry. ❤

Now, here it is! An update! A long chapter, hopefully it conveys what all of you may or may not have been waiting for... 

I know y'all wanted this. Don't you dare deny it.

Enjoy. ;)

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In the midst of her confusion, the Countess barely had a moment to acknowledge what happened throughout the remainder of the night. Too many questions swarmed her already chaotic head, each of which confused her even more as they echoed again and again, repeatedly, as if she were silently chanting a mantra.

The only thing prying her out of her reverie was when the warm and bubbly waters enveloped her cold and blood-stained feet. Alcina quickly gazed down at the greyed tinned container where her feet lay, and observed as [N] poured another bucket of warm water in. She had to admit, that small walk around the catacombs had left her feet and lower legs quite a mess.

The maiden began to wash her feet delicately, ridding them from all specks of dirt that there were whilst she quietly hummed to herself. Even though the Lady wished for nothing more than to question this maid, said woman's quiet humming lulled her into a state of pure bliss as she felt her skilful hands massaging her calves right then.

Alcina would have definitely lied down onto her bed, and allowed this feeling of pure joy and bliss take her straight to the realm of dreams, if she weren't propping herself up on her hands in order to prevent that. Instead, she readjusted the thin blanket around her frame, a substitute of her dirty nightgown, concealing her protuberant curves; however, as she thought about it, the Countess wouldn't mind letting it fall into a pool around her, just to watch her favorite maiden admire her from below in all of her glory.

Still, a subtle wave of doubt washed over her, perhaps that would be too much for the woman to handle—even though it wouldn't be the first time the maiden would see her naked.

"Almost done, my lady."

Alcina smirked as she watched [N] grabbing a towel; before she even said another word, the Lady already pulled out of the water one of her feet, slowly, almost too slow—she did get a reaction from [N], of course, and Alcina practically writhed on the spot upon seeing the subtle grin tugging at the maiden's lips.

The maiden had such an effect on her, indeed.

[N] slowly began to dry off her leg, not dithering in her actions whenever she reached too far up; whenever she went slight farther up her knee, the Lady hummed approvingly. Maybe the maiden's face was as red as a tomato after this, however she did not stop. There was no room for doubt: [N] was enjoying this just as much as the Countess.