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It was dark.
And cold.
Your teeth chattered so hard that it made your jaw hurt, and your clothes did nothing to shield you from the mountain winds.
Looking into the distance, you were barely able to make out the silhouette of the castle because of the faint moonlight. The village itself faded into a pool of darkness.
Shaking, you made your way forward towards the glowing fortress. Neither the deep snow nor the sounds of snapping branches and rustling pine needles slowed you down. It wasn’t until the ground before you trembled with fear that you stopped, and a creature dug its way out from the dirt. The layer of ice covering the forest floor wasn’t strong enough to keep the beast contained underground.
For a moment, you thought it was a person before you noticed how hairy he was. He had long nails and pointy ears and he snarled through sharp teeth as he stood.
It wasn’t even upright before more holes breached the earth’s surface and you were surrounded by a pack of these howling creatures. Your only option was to run and your body didn’t give you a moment to consider otherwise as you sped off, darting through the trees.
There was obviously more than one right on your heels, and two on either side of you that ran slightly ahead as if to mock you. No matter how fast you ran, you didn’t seem to be getting any closer to the castle.
It took no time at all for the monsters to finally catch their prey; pinning you to the cold ground and biting into each of your limbs.
You wake up panting and look around to see that the room is almost completely dark, only being lit by a candle on the nightstand that had another hour or so of life. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you sat up and scanned the room.
You frown.
She’s not here.
You just want to climb onto her lap and snuggle her because the dream felt too real and it upset you. Being raised on fables from the village left you a certain type of paranoid and meeting the Dimitrescu family in person proved that at least some of the tales must be true.
With a shiver, you climbed out of bed and wrapped a blanket around your chemise. The chilled air made the layer of sweat you woke up with freeze around you and it made you yearn for her presence even more.
Pulling the blanket up over your head like a cloak, you opened the bedroom door and set out in search of your Lady.
The castle was dark and empty as you wandered the halls looking for her. A sickly combination of obedience towards Mistress Dimitrescu and fear of the screams that often flooded the halls kept the maids tucked away in their chambers each night.
You were the only one brave enough to shuffle about in the dark looking for the woman who, more often than not, caused the pained noises that frightened the staff. The noises that kept the maids from ever letting their feet hang off the bed, or from getting up to relieve themselves unless it was an emergency.
Most of the curtains that you passed were closed, but you came across one that drew you to it with a trail of moonlight. Looking out, you got a different view of the forest you saw yourself running through not moments ago. Seeing it from above the tree line was less intimidating, but it was still eery at night and the cold emitting from the glass had you clutching the blanket tighter around you.
While exploring the castle, you heard yells and cries before you found Lady Dimitrescu. Oddly enough, they sounded like they belonged to a man.
Living at the castle for so long, you can’t remember the last time you’d even seen a man. Not wanting to break that streak and definitely not wanting to walk in on anything you’d never forget, you chose to speed away from the door that the man was most likely behind. Crimson is a hard color to wash out of your mind.
Out of the corner of your eye, you barely noticed a flash of pale skin in the darkness. One of her daughters saw you and scurried away, presumably to get their mother. Standing for a moment to consider if what you’d seen was even real or a trick of the light, you turned around and started to head back to the safety of your bed when the door creaked open behind you. The noise made the hair on the back of your neck stand.
Your knuckles were white as you balled the blanket in your fists and looked behind you. There, Lady Dimitrescu was ducking beneath the doorframe and making her way towards you. She had a crooked smile and a far away look and you knew it was because of whatever was happening behind that door. Still, the only thing that could keep her away from a struggling meal was the shivering girl looking up at her right now.
How much better you tasted in comparison to the writhing thing in the other room helped your case.
She pulled her gloves off and tossed them to the floor, knowing that a maid would pick them up and clean the blood off of them in the morning.
Wiping a splotch of red off of the corner of her mouth, she came before you and put her hands on her knees to bend down and look at you under your makeshift hood.
Her gaze soothed your nerves and your face peaked out more as you relaxed.
Cupping your cheek, she broke the silence (if you could call it that). “My dear, it’s late. What are you doing wandering the halls at this hour? You could catch a cold…” She ran her fingers through your hair and uncovered you as she went.
You stuck your lip out in a pout, “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t find you.” You stepped forward to wrap your arms as far around your legs as they would go and squeeze as you buried your face into the fabric of her dress. Her hand never stopped cradling your head as you hid against her. “I had a bad dream.”
“Oh, my darling…” she rubbed a few large circles over your back with her free hand before picking you up completely. Your face was buried away in the crook of her neck to help your eyes avoid the door behind her.
She was just as mindful of its presence as you were, and she didn’t want you anywhere near it or its contents right now. You knew that she and her daughters did things that were even scarier than your dream, but that wasn’t something for you to worry about. She shielded you away from those activities and never let you see blood that didn’t belong to you.
“Come along now. This is no place for you to recover.”
Feeling meek in her arms, you spoke against her, “I don’t want to interrupt you if you’re busy…”
“Now, now. You’re my top priority at the moment.” She kissed your cheek and pressed you back against her.
On the way back to your shared room, you passed by the same window you stopped at earlier. Even from farther away, you could still make out the woods on the other side, but this time all you could do was admire them because you knew that she’d be there to protect you from whatever horrors your mind could conjure up.
Your head resting on her shoulder and her hands caressing you nearly had you lulled back to sleep as she made her way back to bed. She was navigating the stone maze with a certain ease that comes from a century of living within the fortified walls.
Your eyes stayed closed for the entire rest of the journey and you’d occasionally rub them with them with the palms of your hands, making small noises each time you’d settle back against her.
Perhaps you actually slipped back to sleep for a moment, because you got there sooner than you’d expected. She sat down on the edge of the bed, using the new position to slide you into her lap and look at you as she softly spoke, “You’re safe in here, my sweet.” She pushed your hair out of your face and let her hand massage the back of your neck as she continued, “Would you like to tell me about it? The dream, dear. I promise I’m a good listener.”
Her tone had a hint of teasing in it and it made you smile as you looked up at her with wide eyes. You were awestruck that she could go from… whatever she was just doing, to cradling you and asking you about your nightmare in just the time it took to make her way through the castle.
“Well,” you looked down at your lap and intertwined your fingers, suddenly small and embarrassed about the whole ordeal, “it was dark and some kind of monster was chasing me and you weren’t there to stop it so it got me…”
For some reason, the summary felt more like a confession and you were a little ashamed that you left to find her to begin with. More than anything, you just wanted an excuse to ask for her attention and it felt silly when you thought about it.
“Well now that’s ridiculous,” she chuckled and it made your mind go blank for a moment as you relished in the sound of her laughter. “All the monsters in the village know of me, and none of them would dare put their hands on something that belongs to me, better yet tear it to shreds. Even if I’m not there.”
“Really?” you smiled. That statement was more accurate than you knew. It was that simple fact that kept the village and its inhabitants from being wiped out in a single night. The things that go bump in the night have no power where she governs. Wherever you can hear the castle bells ring, it’s exclusively the Dimitrescu family’s hunting grounds. To you, it’s merely folklore, but to them and the rest of their family, it’s tradition.
“But of course, my dear.” She furrowed her eyebrows and lowered her voice to an extra serious tone as she whispered, “Nothing would sink their teeth into you because for every drop of your blood someone else draws, I’ll take a keg of theirs as payment.” As if to seal the promise, she dipped down and took your lips against her own. Yours were already parted from listening to her. “Because you. Belong. To. Me.”
A meek noise escaped the back of your throat as her tongue grazed against your teeth, reminding you of what hers were capable of in comparison. The thought made you shiver on her lap and lean your entire weight against her. You were nuzzling against her like a cat, trying to get as close to her as possible.
Her hands came to cup your backside and she guided your hips against your leg as she kissed you. You melted in her hands as she dipped down to tuck the hair covering your ear behind it with her nose. Without leaving the spot she whispered, “I wouldn’t even let them get that far…”
She traced the shell of your ear with her tongue and groaned at the shiver it drew from you.
You weren’t wearing anything under your chemise, so there was no barrier between her leg and the wetness between yours. With nothing to collect it, a streak of arousal was forming between you both as you slid your hips up and down her thigh.
As she hiked her dress up further, she let you rut against her until you were as slick and tightly wound as you could possibly be. Then she positioned you between her legs so that you could repeat the same motions against her clit.
You whimpered as she gripped onto your waist and started moving you again. She did most of the work holding your body up and keeping you both aligned and connected. At first, you thought her holding you up was an act of kindness on her part, before you realized she was using your body as a toy. Biting your lip, you squeezed your eyes closed as your clit grazed against hers. Wanting to see her reaction gave you the willpower you needed to force them back open and look at her face.
She was smiling with her teeth and staring at you with hooded eyes. It was only when you traced them that you noticed she was looking right where your bodies were colliding. Always eager to follow her lead, you wanted to see it for yourself, but you couldn’t help it when you blushed and looked away at the sight of your wetness mixing with hers.
It didn’t escape her notice as you shielded yourself from the sight, so she decided to make you squirm a little more.
Lady Dimitrescu stilled her hands completely, locking your body in place and stopping the sweet friction altogether. You cried out in frustration and tried to thrust your hips with no success. Pouting, you looked at her.
“Ah ah ah…” she teased, clicking her tongue and narrowing her eyes. “I don’t want you to look away. I want you to watch as you rub that sweet little button against mine.”
Your eyes rolled so far back in your head at the statement that you could almost see the haze of arousal clouding your brain. When your eyes didn’t open back up right away, she changed her tone quickly. “Is that going to be a problem, dear?” she threatened with a pinch to your thigh that bruised immediately.
You shook yourself out of the headspace and looked at her with big pleading eyes as you rushed to answer her, “No, my Lady, I’m sorry. I want to watch… please?” Your eyebrows furrowed together to complete the look and she couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you seemed like you were about to cry. “Please let me watch?”
She responded by relaxing her grip on your waist and pushing hers higher up to meet them. You both sighed in unison at the contact.
She’s completely in control of the pace, and she allows it to pick up as she uses you to get herself off. Watching your bodies meet was putting you dangerously close to the edge, but she was keeping herself composed. You whined at that, knowing you wouldn’t be allowed to finish before her. She had to cum first. You needed her to cum…
She snickered at your obvious struggle to fight back your orgasm, but all it did was make the problem worse and make the feeling more intense. You hate when she laughs at you. It makes you feel even smaller, somehow, but does nothing to stop the coiling tension in your stomach.
Eventually, she knew you’d ask for permission like her good girl, and she was right.
“Please, my lady, please cum. I want you to feel good…” you moaned without breaking the rules and looking away.
You were met with a swat on your cheek and a look of disappointment. “Well now, I believe you only want me to finish so that you can follow. What would that make you, pet?”
“No I-“ another swat.
“Wrong answer,” another quick followed, “again.”
“T-that would make me a bad girl…”
She brought one hand to your chest and squeezed. “Yes, it would. But you’re not a bad girl are you?” You shook your head and reminded yourself not to meet her gaze. She hummed with pride at how well she had you trained. “No, you’re my good girl, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, my lady! I’m your good girl!” You yelled as a forward movement pressed particularly hard against you.
“That’s right,” she purred, “and my good girl deserves to cum with Mommy…”
Tipping your chin up to finally look at her, she granted you sweet permission. “Go ahead, my sweet.”
You buried your face against her and squealed as you tipped over the edge. She followed right behind you, riding out waves of pleasure against your sensitive clit. You mewled as she guided you through the aftershocks of your orgasm and used you for her own.
Releasing you from her hold, Lady Dimitrescu let you go limp against her. She traced a finger up and down your spine as you composed yourself, giving you all the time you needed.
Slowly, you started to drift off, your mind perfectly at ease in her presence.
Lady Dimitrescu lay beneath you for a while, listening to your steady breaths and feeling your slow heartbeat against her. It’s nothing like the last one she felt. A man’s heart thumping like it was trying to break out of his chest. Deciding that you’d had enough time to recover, she moved you up the bed and tucked you under the covers as she replayed the sound of his choked breathing in her mind.
She had no interest in the bland-tasting man thing but returned to the cellar where her daughters took it while she was absent. The entire family was gathered around the wailing trespasser; the girls taking turns biting and tearing, and their mother watching with a pleased look on her face. Since his blood couldn’t be used to make their valued wine, the girls let it run freely onto the cold stone floor without bothering to collect it. Once he was no more, Lady Dimitrescu left them to finish the scraps, but not before adorning each of her blood-soaked daughters in praise for a job well done.
Closing the door to her chambers, she hadn’t expected the intense hunger that overwhelmed her at the sight of you. She just spent the better part of an hour watching her daughters enjoy their meal without joining in and seeing you before her was an instant reminder of that. It was as though a switch flipped inside her.
Your hair was splayed across the silk pillows and you took small breaths as you dreamt peacefully. About her, no doubt.
Her face softened for a moment as she admired how perfectly delicate you looked curled up in the center of the bed with your head poking out of the plush covers. Something about the calm aura in the dim room made her want to pin you down and make you scream.
All in good time, she mused to herself as she stalked over to you. Reaching the end of the bed, she kicked her shoes off and considered going off task to gather a few things first. She watched you take a large breath and let it out slowly as if you somehow knew what was coming your way.
Favoring the option that held something larger to fuck you with as she fed from you, she made her way to a cabinet in the room; opening the little door with a click that threatened to wake you. Thankfully she’d done a good job of putting you to bed earlier, that you were blissfully unaware of your surroundings. Silently congratulating herself for a job well done, she undressed and collected a particularly large toy and a harness which she stepped into promptly but gracefully before turning back around to focus on her prey.
Watching her daughters kill awoke something primal in her that she was familiar enough with to suppress, but when she saw you, she was hit with a second wave of temptation that she wasn’t prepared for.
Lady Dimitrescu settled into place above you and checked you over one last time before pouncing.
“Mo-“ is all you got out before her hand was clamping your mouth shut. Her palm over your mouth alone would have been enough, but just to emphasize how quiet she wanted you to be, she used her thumb to hold your jaw closed.
“Shhhh…” she shushes you in a way that doesn’t comfort you like it usually does. Instead, a shiver runs down your spine as she buries her nose in your neck and breathes in. You smelled infinitely better than the carcass in the cellar, and she was delighted to be back here with you instead.
With the hand that wasn’t keeping you quiet, she roamed up and down your body, grabbing roughly as she covered you. The breaths warming the back of her hand were erratic and uneven; changing its pace each time her touches grew lower. That was until they stopped completely as she bit down into the crook of your shoulder, breaking two identical holes in your skin and causing you to hold your breath completely.
Taking the time to savor a few mouthfuls first, she used the hand on your face to squeeze your chin and force you to look at her as she cooed in a deceivingly gentle tone, “Breath, sweet thing. You’re of no use to me if that little heart stops beating…”
Not wanting to slip into unconsciousness, or to disappoint her, you forced air back in and out of your lungs. With a hum, she dipped back down to the other side of your neck and made you cry out as she mirrored the other bite and began drinking.
Lady Dimitrescu’s wandering hand found its place between her own legs, and you whined when you realized that she wouldn’t be touching you, unaware that she was only adjusting a toy you hadn’t felt yet. Still, she moved her hips forward into the bed with a steady rhythm that put you in the same blissful headspace you’d be in if she was focused on your pleasure.
Her tongue pressed against your neck as she drank, massaging the sweet nectar out of you. This is why she refused to join her daughters earlier. Your neck stung but all you could focus on was the sound of her groaning contently into your skin.
Pulling back with an exaggerated sigh, she kissed your cheek and left a red stain behind. “You’ve been doing so well remembering your place around here, but you seem to have forgotten mine.“
You didn’t know what she meant.
“Not only do I expect obedience here, but I also demand a certain amount of fear from my subjects. Whether in my castle, or the village, I am the monster in every little human tale.” She was drunk from the adrenaline from catching the intruder earlier and it made her cocky. “I was under the impression that all of my maidens knew this, but it seems like I’m going to have to remind you that there’s a reason for the scary stories, pet.”
Her threat ended with a growl as she moved your body down the bed to meet her hips. She lined the toy up to your entrance, assuming that her harsh words were enough to prepare you as she thrust forward, burying the toy halfway inside you.
You hissed at the stinging that followed and she licked up the center of your neck to pacify you. Pulling her hips back to unsheathe the toy, she gave you just enough time to adjust to feeling empty again before she pushed back into you, this time, only leaving an inch between her hips and yours.
She laughed at the quick progress she was making and it made your ears burn red hot with embarrassment. You weren’t ashamed to enjoy her touch, but you felt a deep humiliation at how wet you got from her threatening you.
Moving her painful kisses back to the side, she pressed her tongue into one of your bite marks. “Surly I can take a little more…” You squealed behind her hand, biting into her palm and she sucked the abused skin beneath her lips.
Moaning, Lady Dimitrescu drank you in, thrusting in and out of your sore pussy. Even though your entire body ached, and your head spun, there was a sick part of you that was enjoying yourself deep down. But you were literally yanked from your self-deprecating thoughts and flipped onto your stomach.
With your mouth free, you were able to cry out for just a moment before she shoved your head into the pillows. With your face covered, you didn’t notice as your vision blurred from the blood loss. You almost didn’t notice how close you were to cuming either. Not that it mattered. Your mistress would always be there to remind you. She did so now with a tongue snaked behind your ear. “I know you’re close little mouse…”
“Wait for permission like an obedient pet.” The bed dipped over and over as she pushed your hips down with her own. The toy felt like it was splitting you open each time she pressed her weight against you. Each thrust sent a new wave of tears down onto the expensive sheets. You were worth about the same as they were in the castle. Something pretty for the Mistress to lay on.
As you struggled to push those thoughts out of your mind, she relished in them and in the notion of you belonging to her. ‘Mine. Mine. Mine.’ she repeated in her head as she rubbed herself off against your ass. Breathing you in, you flooded all of her senses. She knew she was running out of time before you lost consciousness, and decided to show you a scrap of mercy by pitching your clit between two fingers.
Lady Dimitrescu smiled as you kicked beneath her, cumming with a shaky gasp. The sight of your body fighting itself pushed her over the edge. Pushing as far into you as she could, she kept you pinned beneath her as she rode out her orgasm. Before she was finished, your eyes crossed a final time and your body went completely limp. Lady Dimitrescu’s smile grew even wider as she admired the damage she had done to you.
After discarding the toy, she turned her attention to the dried blood along your shoulders and began cleaning your mess for you. Already she was thinking of ways to punish you for leaving a mess in her room. In the meantime, she decided to lay down and roll your body on top of her to cuddle like a stuffed animal as she relaxed. She would have to play with you more later.