⚠️*MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING*⚠️ ⚠️*KINDLY READ ONLY IF YOU'RE AN ADULT. THERE IS A LOT OF SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, INAPPROPRIATE SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE*⚠️ You have lost track of time completely. You still wonder how you got here in the first place. The land is barren as far as your eyes can see and yet, there is company in some form. After being introduced to the Lady Dimitrescu, you wonder why on Earth you decided to keep on surviving. Her hands and speech reeked of nothing but cruelty. Nevertheless, you manage to survive all of her temper tantrums. Just as you thought you cannot take it anymore, the tall woman starts to mellow. But your worth reaches the ears of Mother Miranda, who quickly takes an interest in you. As you're being pulled on all sides by different people, you long to be with only one. Your Alcina Dimitrescu. Is it worth it? Will you escape or will you stay? . . This story contains scenes of explicit violence, sex, inappropriate behaviour and foul language. I am also thinking of including a few risque scenes with the Dimitrescu girls. Also, I do want to give justice to Donna. There will be a few intimate (maybe?) scenes with her, as well. I do have a rough idea as to how I want the story to progress but let's see how it turns out lol. This is my first story so please be kind. Yours truly, I. J. Dreadful

Larissa x Morticia x Reader ... They were always going to have you on your knees... ... "On your knees." She demands as she rips the blanket off of me. I pull my shirt over my knees and stare up at her confused. She looks down and begins to take off her rings until her eyes snap back in my direction because im not moving. She sighs. "Y/n, do you want to fuck me?" The question sounds surreal, but I can't bring myself to answer or look at her because of my nerves. "Look at me." She hisses and I look up at her. "Good girl." She purrs and my breathing pattern becomes more erratic. "Now watch your headmistress strip for you." ... "I'm gonna have you crying, writhing beneath me as I work your body to its limit." I can feel myself getting wet. "You made me lose. I lost to her because of you." She snarls and a second later her kisses become rougher. "Who on earth are you talking about?" I manage to ask and she chuckles. I groan as her hand has found it's way into my shorts and cups my sex firmly. "The one who couldn't keep her hands off of what's mine. The one you couldn't keep your slutty legs closed to." I realise who she's talking about and I turn red. "You're a sore loser." ...

"I will love you anyway, even if you cannot stay..."