My New Pet

Chapter 4: Little Princess (18+)🍋🔞

The next couple days were somewhat a blur for Irene. Miranda used her as a toy to play with and punish whenever she wanted to. She was so worn down from Miranda's touch because of the necklace she wore around her neck. It would heighten the feel of pleasure whenever she would touch Irene, making her body feel as if it were on fire but in a good way. At the meeting one day with the other lords of the village, Irene could barely stand awake. Her body was exhausted from the times Miranda would play with her in the bedroom. Which was a lot to say the least. She tried to keep her eyes away from one of the others in particular: Alcina Dimitrescu. This woman had her eyes on Irene since the first day they met in her castle. It was so awkward standing there with the woman's eyes on her almost the entire meeting. Her face felt flushed hot, knowing Alcina wanted her as well. Irene remembered Alcina holding her leg after she used some antibiotic to heal it, smelling the blood and her sweet smell on top of that. She felt her body ache again at the thought alone, her fingers clutching at her lower belly tightly.

Alcina noticed Irene struggling with something but it wasn't pain. She could smell it and was hungry for Irene more. Miranda finally dismissed all of the others except for the man with the large hammer. She turned to Irene and held her face gently, giving it a kiss as she whispered, "Go ahead and wait outside for me. I have other business to discuss with Heisenberg for a moment." Irene obeyed quickly, eager to get away from Miranda's touch to give her body a break. Miranda would smirk as Irene left in a hurry, loving the idea of her body breaking before her eyes. The red head made her way out of the meeting area and alone in a passageway just outside. Irene leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, feeling the relief of not being in range of Miranda's touch. At least for the time being.

"Sounds like you've had enough, dearest."

Oh fuck...don't tell me...Irene thought to herself as she heard a familiar female voice that came from beside her in the dimly lit corridor. She turned around and saw Alcina Dimitrescu standing there with a smirk on her face that Irene knew all too well from being with Miranda.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Alcina. I'm perfectly fine." She tried to answer confidently, standing up straight and turned her flushed face away from Alcina's view. That didn't stop the tall woman though, walking over and grabbing ahold of Irene's face. She pulled Irene back into her body and held her left wrist in another hand, tracing out the girl's heartbeat.

"Oh but you're wrong, dearest. So very wrong."She laughed and kissed along Irene's pale skin, stroking her pale pink lips gently. Irene couldn't take much more between Miranda and Alcina touching her. Even if it was just gentle touches, her body was on fire. Irene struggled to break free of Alcina's grasp but the woman only held onto her tighter. "You wish for more but you're so tired. Maybe if you were with me, you'd get a little rest every now and then. I know you want to come home with me. I can help you maintain a good balance of the life Miranda is giving you."

"Fuck off you bloodsucker. I'm not some little princess needing saving by her mommy." Irene snapped back and tried to escape, but each struggle only made Alcina hold tighter. "I don't need your help."

"But you're my little princess, dearest. Miranda may be the one you call mother but I can be your mommy. You want to break free from her. I can help." Alcina answered moving to kiss at Irene's neck where the necklace rest around it, feeling her heartbeat fast, "For a price that is.~"

Irene knew what that price was and she didn't want to just give up to a bloodsucker. In Alcina's grasp she stayed still because the burning was back in her lower belly. That same feeling she got when Miranda touched her even slightly. She couldn't move at all. Alcina wanted Irene to feel like she couldn't go anywhere, trapped under her touch that made her feel infinite pleasure. She used one hand to pull at the back of Irene's hair, grabbing a handful to make the girl expose her pale skin on her neck. Her tongue traced along the side, thirsty for the blood that laid underneath and kissed under the red head's ear while she whispered, "Your skin is so soft. So easy to puncture, like a sweet strawberry waiting to be bit into."