Big Love • Alcina Dimitrescu

20.

When I awoke the next morning, the first thing I saw was Alcina's deep gold eyes staring at me,

"Hi," I hummed, reaching my arms to stretch,

"Hi," Alcina smiled. I love the sight of Alcina in the morning, with no makeup on, showing her natural beauty, her hair falling around her, all frizzy from rubbing her head on the pillow in her sleep. Now, to add to the sight, she's naked.

Memories from last night came flooding through my brain making a big grin spread across my face. I've had sex before but with Alcina, it was so different. A good different. Unlike anything else ever, Alcina has a way of doing things with me, things that I've done as a 'human' and showing me that what I was feeling before wasn't as good as I thought it to be. It's like all of the feelings I've ever felt are being removed, making space for better, stronger emotions. I love it,

"How are you feeling?" Alcina asked, her gaze locked on my face,

"I'm great. Couldn't be happier," I smiled,

"Same. I love you so much, draga mei," Alcina smiled,

"And I love you, mi amor," I leaned forward to capture Alcina's lips in a kiss,

"You said that last night," she pulled away, "You speak Spanish?"

"Yeah, I'm full of surprises," I winked,

"When did you learn Spanish?"

"My mum was Spanish and my dad was Italian, they gave Donna and me a choice of which language to learn. I chose Spanish and Donna chose Italian. We can say certain phrases in each language though," I explained, watching the surprised expression on Alicna's face,

"You are full of surprises," Alcina agreed,

"I know, got to keep the mystery alive somehow," I giggled, running my hand through Alcina's hair as we kissed passionately. She grabbed me by my hips and rolled me on top of her.

Our kiss deepened as I lay on top of Alcina, our breasts pressed against one another. Alcina's hands wandered down, landing on my ass and giving it a firm slap. I let out a moan as she grabbed my ass. I let one hand move down from her hair and grabbed one of her breasts in my palm.

Just as our heated makeout session was about to turn into something more, a timid knock sounded at the door. I reluctantly rolled off of Alcina and buried my face into the pillow as I let out a frustrated groan,

"What!" Alcina shouted,

"I'm so sorry m'lady," the same old lady from yesterday stood. She had brown hair, that was greying at the roots and small wrinkles by her eyes, she was quite small, probably about 5 foot 3, wearing the regular Castle Dimitrescu maid attire, a light purple dress with a white apron,

"What is so important to interrupt us on a Sunday morning?" Alcina growled, "Well, spit it out,"

"Mother Miranda is waiting for you in the great hall, m'lady," she rushed out, shaking in her spot by the door,

"Tell her we'll be right there," with that, the maid practically ran out of the room, closing the large double doors behind her, "I guess that means we have to get up then," Alcina groaned,

"Yep," I muttered, rolling out of bed and shuffling my way over to the adjoining bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth and took a while to admire the faint red marks on my neck, they would've been more prominent but the cadou in my system heals me quicker. Even if I had marks I would rather not have healed.

When I left the bathroom, I was still naked, Alcina had gotten changed into her everyday attire, and we switched rooms. Alcina doing her hair and brushing her teeth in the bathroom and me getting changed out here. Thankfully since the first time I stayed the night here, Alcina's wardrobe has been stocked with a few changes of my clothes.

I had just put on a grey jumper over a white vest top and tight leather pants when Alcina left the bathroom, her hair in their regular pin curls and her hat on top of her head. We both put our shoes on before ducking through the door and making our way down to meet Mother Miranda,

"What do you think she wants?" I asked Alcina as we left her private quarters,

"I don't know, but it's got to be important for her to make her way over unannounced," Alcina replied over her shoulder. We walked up the stairs leading to the great hall in silence. Neither of us knew what we could be walking into.

"There you two are," Mother Miranda exclaimed, "About time. I've found my test subjects," she smiled,

"That's great," I smiled,

"Yes. They are in the cellar, I need both of you with me right now, come on," Mother Miranda told us before walking off in the direction of the castle cellar.

I have never stepped foot in the cellar, I've never really had much of an opportunity to. Whenever I'm at the castle I spend my time with Alcina and she has never gone into the cellar with me. This is my first time seeing where she does all of her experimentation.

It took us a few minutes to get to where Mother Miranda had placed the girls,

"They're in here," Mother Miranda told us, the amount of happiness she was feeling, washing over me in waves. She leads us through a steel gate, into a large cell, oddly like a prison cell. This is probably where Alcina keeps all of her maids who are ready to be turned into wine.

I ducked into the cell and my eyes fell upon three gorgeous girls. One in the middle, who looks to be the oldest, with blonde hair, to her right a girl with brown hair and to her left a younger girl with ginger hair. They're very clearly sisters, even though each sister has different coloured hair, they share the same facial features. Same eye shape, same face shape, they're sisters,

"Where did you find them, Mother Miranda?" Alcina broke the silence, glancing, just as I am, at the similarities in their faces,

"I was on my way back from seeing Donna and I found these three girls huddled around one another down a hole, I'm guessing that they fell through a lycan trap," Mother Miranda shared, running her fingers through the ginger one's hair, "They're barely breathing, it won't be long before they stop so we need to work fast,"

"What of their parents?" I spoke up, a parent losing three children at once is a horrible unspeakable thing to happen,

"My village informant has shared that these three girls lived together alone in a house just outside the village perimeters,"

"Your informant can be trusted?" I asked,

"I wouldn't be using them if they weren't, Marlene. Now come on you two we are losing time," Mother Miranda scolded before moving to put on a pair of black rubber gloves.