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If an inanimate object could look seductive, this one would take the prize to the throne above all. A well-rounded shape sitting on a saucer, a perfectly shaped, smooth handle on one side, elegantly arched. The cup was filled with steaming, warm liquid.
The aroma of the tea was sweet to your senses, evoking that almost drew you to it, inviting you to drink, to taste whatever this was.
The only thing off was… how was it here? You'd been serving the Lady of House Beneviento for some time now, and by what you'd seen of her, she wasn't one to just carelessly leave a cup out.
Was this a gift? You were the only human here, apart from her. A gift from Lady Dimitrescu, to help her cope with her fears. You'd been told Donna had personally picked you.
It had been three months ago and the most you'd gotten interacting with Donna so far was a timid "good morning" or "good night", or a shy "have a good meal" at dinner.
You'd never even seen her face - well, not in motion. If the portrait in the main room of the estate was of any significance… and you thought it was… Donna was probably the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid your eyes upon. You'd seen her lips as she ate, though. Soft. Perfectly shaped, the smooth curve of her lower lip a frequent object of your fantasies.
You still had the one time memorized when you'd watched her eat a strawberry, watched the juice run down her chin before she wiped it off and sucked her finger clean. It was as if you'd felt her eyes on you in that one moment, as if she knew what effect this had on you.
In a way, it was better you didn't know how too much, lest you might have combusted on the spot.
Almost lost in thought, you almost didn't notice the note on the side of the teacup. It was in a soft, cream-colored envelope that held nothing but your name on it.
You took it in your hands and opened it, taking a look at the folded paper. The handwriting was just as neat and flowing as your name had been.
I know how you look at me. I know what you fantasize about. I can make you feel things you couldn't imagine.
Nothing else. And all of that… in a cup of tea.
You thought about it for a moment - but then again, why should you? You only had one life.
You downed the entire cup in one go, swallowing the sweet, warm liquid. It burned down your throat, burned in your stomach, warmth spreading through every pore of yours quickly enough, like a flame taking over all of your senses, forcing you to close your eyes against the sensation you were feeling.
As you opened them again, the air around you seemed... warmer. Or maybe it was your body, heated up from within still, in a way that felt so achingly familiar and yet not. The very same feeling your fantasies evoked in you, just amped, pushed further than you would ever have thought possible, leaving your skin tingling with sensitivity.
Your clothes seemed to rub against you, entirely too tight on every inch of your body. And your… fuck.
“My, my. I wasn’t aware it would be this… potent.”
That voice.
Her voice.
Where it had been shy and timid before, Donna now seemed to drip with confidence, as if she’d spun the world itself and now held the strings to control it. She stepped from out of a few shadows in a hallway, her eyes on you-
Her eyes - dark in the dim light, slowly wandering over you with a gaze that felt like a physical touch entirely.
You took her in in turn - one half of her face was covered with faint scars, the other unmarred. She was as beautiful as the image had shown her to be - no. Even more. It was… almost unbelievable why she’d hide herself under a veil.
“My Lady-”
“Shh, I know.”
She stepped closer and took your wrist into her hand, that simple contact almost making you moan from how good it felt with your heightened senses. Her thumb stroked over your wrist’s pulse ever so slowly, her eyes transfixed on the movement of her skin on yours.
“I wasn’t sure if you would... “
She murmured as she stroked up your arm, slowly turning you until your back was against the wall and her body in front of yours, caging you in, trapping you, holding you there. And even if you’d wanted to flee, you wouldn’t have been able to.
Her hand reached your shoulder and traveled further up until her fingertips brushed your neck. You took a shaky, gasping breath at that, your legs threatening to give out from that simple action alone - just what exactly had this woman done to you?
“But I was right. You do want me.”
She trailed her fingers to the back of your neck, nails sharp against the skin on your scalp - sharp, delicious, controlling, as if she was feeling for the spots that would make you give in to her even faster than you already were.
She leaned in further, her body pressing against your front and the wall into your back, her voice a husky murmur as she lowered her head as she tilted yours up slightly, her breath hot on your sensitive lips.
“Tell me. Say it.”
Anything to make her kiss you.
“Yes.”
“Such a good girl.”
She closed her eyes before she kissed you, finally. Slow and deep, moaning at the feeling of your mouth against her own. And you… you lost yourself completely. Her lips were even softer than what you had thought, cool against your own, but in an oh so delicious way. The kiss itself soon grew deep and intense as she seemed to gain more confidence - and she clawed her hand in your head, pulling it back as she pushed her tongue against your lips, and bit the lower one as you didn’t cooperate immediately. Your startled gasp let her slide it into your mouth and move it against your own while her other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in further, against her, one of her thighs parting yours as she slipped it between them.
The feeling of that alone was almost too much. You moaned entirely too needily as your body reacted as if of it’s own primal want, trying to buck yourself against her thigh.
“Needy, are we?”
Her voice a low purr as she broke the kiss and made you look at her with a finger under your chin. You swallowed as you looked up at her, eyes like black holes trying to devour you, a dark promise of your deepest secrets fulfilled, drawing you in further.
“Answer.”
“Yes.”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip at the need in your voice, that breathy undertone of yours affecting her in a way that seemed all too delicious.
“And what do you need?”
“You.”
That seemed to do it for now.
With a strength you hadn’t expected from her fragile body, she picked you up as if you didn’t weigh more than a feather to her, hoisting you halfway over her shoulder as she began walking towards a destination you couldn’t see.
But you could feel.
Feel how the hand that didn’t secure you against her slowly trailed up your leg under your dress - you had no idea how she’d slipped it beneath the fabric, but you didn’t care with how good her touch felt against you, how her long fingers pressed against the back of your thigh just so before she gave your ass a slight squeeze and then toyed with the hem of your panties, trailing her hand downward, inward… and she took a shard breath as she felt you.
“Sei già così bagnata…” (You’re already so wet…)
You’d never heard her speak that tongue before, but it sent a shiver down your spine, especially with that breathy hitch inside it.
“Lady Donna-”
“Who gave you permission to speak?”
A finger pressed against your dripping core over the fabric of your panties, making you moan as your back arched reflexively.
“Better.”
She murmured… and only a moment later, she bent down and slid you off of her back. You hit a mattress with quite some force, gasping at the sudden sensation of silk. Donna took one look at you and closed her eyes in want, biting her lip.
“Enough holding back, don’t you agree?”
You still stared up at her, barely even able to understand what she said due to your body just screaming for her to touch you.
A moment later, she was on her knees on the bed, her hands grabbing your thighs and forcing them apart. You didn’t even have the mind to resist a little - too hazy with want, too far gone to care. You just needed her. Needed all of her.
She clicked her tongue and leaned over you, cupping your cheek almost tenderly as she stroked some hair from your face.
“I said, don’t you agree?”
“I… I agree.”
“Good. Because I’m not sure I could stop myself at this point.”
She admitted softly, sliding both her hands up under your dress, pressing herself against you as she pulled it up - and that’s when you felt it. Felt something press between your legs that was… entirely unexpected. She smirked at the realization on your face, then pulled your dress away entirely, leaving you only in your underwear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to…”
She groaned out as she slowly rubbed herself against you, biting her lip as she groaned low in her throat. Your arms wrapped around her back and pulled her in as your legs shook with pleasure, your hips trying to push back into her, to get more of that delicious friction she was giving you with her cock.
But she growled and pushed herself away, impatiently tugging at her own clothes in an effort to get them off, now.
“You better be naked when I am.”
She pushed out between gritted teeth, standing up from the bed to get rid of that dress she wore. You were too transfixed staring at her (or maybe just were too curious to see what she looked like).
She was… Donna was a goddess given human form. She was still petite, in her own way, though with muscles on her arms and shoulders from years upon years of making the most incredible dolls. Her thighs seemed delicious in all their smooth skin, and between them…
Well, you practically felt your core clench around nothing. You wanted her inside you, and you wanted her now. Seeing her naked made you want to worship her in a way you’d never worshipped anyone else, and you wanted to… Fuck. You wanted her everywhere. You wanted her to claim you in every way she could.
Donna looked at you with a sly smile on her divine features, licking her lips as she took you in.
“I told you to undress.”
She murmured as she went back to the bed and on top of you, between your knees, shaking her head in disappointment.
“Seems I’ll have to do it myself.”
She slid one hand under your bra and unhooked it with ever so dexterous fingers, tossing it away and purring at the sight of your breasts spilling free. She bent forward and pressed a kiss to one of them as both of her hands set onto your panties and ripped.
She tore them apart as if they were nothing, chuckling at your needy cry, looking down between your equally naked bodies and sighing ever so softly.
“Sei bellissima…” (You’re beautiful...)
“My Lady…”
“Hush.”
She whispered softly, setting a finger onto your lips.
“Spread your legs a little further for me, will you?”
You nodded and obeyed - and a moment later, she was pressing the tip of her cock against your core, rubbing it all over you and biting her lip. She didn’t bother to ask if you were ready - you knew she felt how you were utterly dripping for her. And you couldn’t take the teasing - you wanted her inside of you. You needed her so-
She rammed her cock into your core with a strength that made her hips slam into your own, hilting herself inside you, stretching your wet core around her cock as she made you take it as deeply as she could, and arching her back as a guttural groan slipped from her lips. Your own head fell back against the pillows of her bed, your hands clawing into the expensive sheets.
“Do I need to tie your hands or will you keep them still, slut?”
Donna gritted out in a low, primal tone you’d never expected she could pull off as well as she did.
“F-fuck…”
“I’m going to take that as a no.”
She went on and blindly fumbled for a piece of cloth - finally, she tied your hands together with the ruined fabric of your own panties, chuckling to herself as she forced them to lie above your head.
“That’s better, isn’t it?”
She set one of her hands on your bound wrists and slowly pulled her hips back, sighing blissfully at the feel of your inner walls contracting around her, trying to keep her cock inside of you.
And then, she slid herself back into you and made you arch against her, shivers running down your body from the feel of her stretching you once more. She slowly, but surely worked herself to a faster rhythm, holding onto you with an arm wrapped around your arched back that she used as leverage to angle her hips, hitting you deeply every time, rolling on every thrust, making you bite the sheets from the pleasure she made you feel.
"I'm going to fill you up with my cum. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to... “
She moaned, surging forward and biting the skin of your neck harshly, leaving a mark where anyone could see it without problem, sucking on the skin, moaning as she let go.
“I want you to drip with every step you take. I’m going to fill all of your holes and you’ll thank me for it.”
She panted, her hair sticking to her forehead from the exertion. And if ehr thrusts weren’t good enough already, her words really caused you to shudder along with them. She leaned down to your ear and bit your earlobe, laughing softly to herself, interrupted by her soft moans.
“And you’ll love it.”
From all the arousal you got, all the touches, you came with a soft scream, your core clamping down on her cock as white-hot pleasure overtook your senses, your thighs wrapping around Donna’s perfect hips as you bucked against her in the depths of pleasure.
If you weren’t wrong, she sped up while you came. She bit your neck once more, on the other side, gasping and groaning into your skin - and just as you came back to your senses, she came inside you, filling you deeply, heat spilling right into every part of your body.
And it seemed like her cum even made your arousal worse. You ground down into her with renewed vigor, panting in need - you wanted more, you needed more, craved her even deeper. Donna never let go. She fucked you just as hard with your legs wrapped around her hips as if she didn’t even care, hilting herself on every thrust, keeping her cum inside of you, seemingly even fucking it deeper inside of you.
“More!”
You gasped out, and she groaned in reply, redoubling her efforts once more and setting both her hands next to your body for even more leverage, going harder, deeper, faster… and as you came around her again, she didn’t even let you the time to truly enjoy it. She flipped you around as if you were nothing, her cock sliding out of you for a moment, leaving you bereft, a trail of cum trickling down your leg and she forced your hips up, holding you up for her.
"Adoro vederti legata così, alla mia mercé?" (Don't you look pretty all tied up and helpless?)
She murmured huskily, too far gone to control her voice, to control her language. Your moan fused with a cry of pleasure as you felt that delicious stretch of her cock entering you again, but even… the position she had you in now allowed her to slide in even deeper.
She grabbed your hips as she angled herself to lie above your body, her breasts pressing into your back as she fucked you, her panting breaths hot on your ears, her voice husky and almost out of all control.
"Voglio sentirti urlare il mio nome." (I want to hear you scream my name)
“Lady Do-”
She came inside you again with a husky groan, biting your shoulder as she did, her voice vibrating through all of your body as she filled you once more, riding her orgasm out on you as she used you like a bitch to breed.
And then, she pulled out, right before you could come a third time. You whined and looked at her with betrayal on your face, and she chuckled, wiping an immaculate hand over her forehead.
“You didn’t think I’d only claim this as my own, did you?”
As you opened your mouth to speak, one of her hands wrapped around your throat and cut off your airflow.
“Shhhh. Don’t say a word. Do you want to know what you’re going to do now?”
You nodded, closing your eyes for a moment as she squeezed your neck even further.
“You’re going to lick my cock clean with that perfect tongue of yours.”
She leaned in further, chuckling, kissing you just behind your ear.
“And then, you’ll take all of it up your ass like the good girl you are.”
You whimpered at the heated words from her mouth, and again at the bite to your ear that followed immediately after. She kissed your hair gently before she pulled back, moving around you and kneeling in front of you on the bed, stroking her fingertips over your scalp and tilting your face up to her dripping, glistening cock.
Without her even having to prompt you, you took the tip into your mouth and sucked, slowly pushing forward to take more of her. The skin of her cock felt soft under your lips - and Donna groaned, her nails scraping over your scalp as she began rolling her hips into your face carefully, trying to not make you gag on her size, never pushing more into your mouth that she was sure you could take.
After a moment, though, she chuckled huskily and gently pried you away, sighing ever so slightly.
“I said lick.”
She forced your mouth open and stroked her thumb over the wet muscle of your tongue, humming to herself.
“I’m all too curious to know what it can do.”
She murmured more to herself, then let you go to do your work on her. The taste of her cock was indescribable, especially with both your juices coating it, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Not with how Donna stroked over your back and praised you softly, sighing at the strokes of your tongue.
"That's my good girl…"
She murmured, carding a hand over your scalp. You licked her cock from tip to base, cleaning it of your and her cum while the same mixture of liquids was slowly dripping out of your core.
"Stop."
Donna instructed and pulled you back, smirking at you as she forced your chin up a little, only to lean down and kiss you again, tongue sweeping over your lower lip before she bit down on it, making you gasp once more.
"I love all those delicious little sounds you make."
She murmured as she pulled back, wrapping her hand around her cock and slowly stroking it as she made her way around you. She was already dripping with precum, and she groaned softly - was she going to-
You heard how she stroked herself harder as she got back into position behind you, cupping your ass with her other palm and kneading it - eventually, she leaned forward and leaned herself entirely over you again, holding two fingers to your mouth.
“Suck.”
You opened all too willingly and Donna slid her fingers inside, rubbing them against your eager tongue while you sucked, coating them in saliva - but before the fun had even really begun, she pulled them back out and the warmth of her body left yours.
“Good girl.”
A kiss onto your shoulder. A reward.
Then, a finger sliding into your ass, closely followed by a second. You muffled a moan against the pillow, biting into it while Donna moved around, stretching your ass with one hand as the other still stroked her cock, her panting and groaning growing louder.
Donna came onto you with a deep groan, hot, slippery cum dripping onto those fingers in your ass, coating the entrance of it like… lube…
A moment later, you screamed in pleasure. Her cock slid into your ass with just the right speed to give you as much pleasure from it as she could, hilting inside you, stretching you around her girth. Donna’s head fell against your back, her moan almost rivaling your own, her damp, wet fingers holding onto your hips, holding you in place under her.
“Do you have… any idea… how good you feel?”
She panted out, biting into your shoulder blade as her hips jerked in pleasure, giving you the first thrust and already making you see stars from it.
“F- fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth…”
She didn’t seem to mind all too much, though… or did she?
Her hands left your hips as she slowly began thrusting her cock, pulling back ever so slightly and sliding back in entirely, her own cum providing enough smoothness for her to move without much resistance.
The hand she’d been stroking her cock with slipped under you, between your legs, her deft fingers finding your clit and slowly rubbing it in time with her thrusts.
“You’re such a filthy mess…”
She murmured huskily, her other hand, still wet from her own cum, moving up your body and wrapping around your throat.
“I love it. When I’m done with you…”
She trailed off to bite your earlobe, sucking on it softly, moaning right into your ear as she squeezed your neck, hindering the airflow, making you even more light-headed than you already were.
“I’m going to fill you up so good…”
It was too much. Her voice, her hands, her cock inside of your ass, the way she had you utterly immobile and helpless under her, the fabric around your hands biting slightly into your wrists, ever so deliciously… you came again with a moan you tried to muffle into the pillow.
But she didn’t let you. Not in the slightest.
Her hips slammed into you even harder as she forced your head up with her hand, holding it right in place as she hissed into your ear, her voice clear and steely even against the crashing bliss.
“I want to hear every sound you make.”
And she moaned with you, fucking your ass faster and harder, not caring in the slightest for how roughly she fucked you, her hand between your legs angling better, three fingers sliding inside your dripping core and curling against you - strong, dextrous, almost too much in your already overstimulated core - but when your knees threatened to give out, Donna growled against your neck, her arm tensing and pulling you right back against her, the thrust of her cock even harder this time.
“You’re… going to… stay right where you are.”
She panted, licking up your neck as her hand squeezed it a little harder.
“And you’ll take… every drop.”
She was getting close herself again, judging by the way her entire body seemed to tense against you, by the way she panted right against your earlobe and pressed herself closer to you, the way her thrusts became a little erratic.
“Donna…”
You whispered her name like a prayer, not minding the Lady part, worshipful and almost soft… and that was what tipped her over, her cum filling your ass deeply, a soft murmur of her voice slipping in with the moans.
“Oh, quanto mi piaci…” (Oh, you feel so good)
But still, she didn’t stop. She slowed down a tiny bit to push her cum deeper inside of you, to feel you better as you took it, but she was soon back at the relentless pace from before, going even harder with both her cock and her hand, sliding a fourth finger inside of your aching core and grinding the heel of her palm against your clit, leveraging you with her arm, slamming your hips together roughly, deeply, still holding your head up and kissing your neck, leaving a hot, wet trail of bites all over your skin.
You don’t know how long you spent under her, held by her, claimed by her, taken, ravaged, filled with cum, you didn’t know how often you came, but… you didn’t care. The entire time was filled with a passion you’d never thought Donna even had in her, intoxicating and perfect.
At some point, you thought you passed out from the pleasure alone, her cum trickling down your leg, overflowing from how much she’d spilled inside you, your own juices dripping down Donna’s hand and onto the sheets, the both of you leaving a wet, hot mess.
As she finally stopped, you were only half-conscious from the pleasure, your eyes closed as you panted, resting on your side with Donna behind you, her hands wandering all over your body, gently easing all the tension away, her head resting on your shoulder, kiss after kiss pressed to all the places she’d bitten.
“Brava bimba…” (Good girl)
She murmured with a soft accent and an even softer touch of her lips to your head, running her hands over your thighs and stomach ever so gently.
“Molte grazie per questo…” (Thank you for this)
Her tone, so sweet, so gentle, seemed to pull you under even more, seemed to coax you into wanting to rest… wanting to sleep after this ordeal.
“Sleep now, my sweet.”
You nodded with a soft hum as darkness took you under.
When you woke up, you were… in your room? The sheets were all tangled around you, your inner thighs a sticky, damp mess, your body feeling like you’d just been run over… but you weren’t sore. It didn’t hurt when you stood up to go clean yourself - and why were you still wearing clothes?
A look into the bathroom mirror adjoining your room arose even more questions. All the marks Donna had left on you - all the bites, bruises… gone. Your skin unmarred as if she’d never even touched it - and when you took off your dress, you still had your bra underneath.
But then, why were you so wet?
And where… were your panties?
And why did you feel like you’d just had the best orgasms of your life?
You shook your head and cleaned yourself up, rubbing your temples as you left your room to go back to work.
Maybe just a dream. Maybe a fantasy. Maybe you’d just woken up and it was-
The clock showed 6.54 PM.
And down the hallway stood a humanoid figure clad in all black, tilting her head as she saw you - had the Lady of the House waited for you?
“My-”
You started, but a single long finger rose to where the mouth seemed to be.
“Sssh.”
And from her fist dangled a familiar piece of fabric.