Fandom: Resident Evil Village
Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Reader
Relationship: Alcina Dimitrescu & Reader
Genre: Humor
Word length: 722
Warnings: No warnings
Status: Complete
Short Summary: One day she will notice you. Just believe in it.
The cold nights at Dimitrescu Castle are usually unique and full of dark wonders. Of course you have known that for a long time, after all, you yourself are a guest in the Countess’s gigantic residence right now. Time often flows by when you wait for Alcina. You often feel very different when you think of the vampire and her beautiful body. You sink into your thoughts for a moment, immerse yourself in a world that is invisible to outsiders. Those silky smooth, black hair, those full red lips – and you don’t even want to start talking about the shapely breasts. Lady Dimitrescu is simply the definition of the word perfect. That may sound like an exaggeration, but you know it’s true. If someone were to look up the word perfection in the dictionary, there would certainly only be the name of the Countess. You groan softly and think again about the generous owner of the castle. She should be sitting in the dining room right now, having a grand and probably very bloody meal with her lovely daughters, at least if the rumours were true. By late afternoon, word had got around among the servants that the family had hunted noble blood. The victim was a lucky and extremely happy bastard! The sheer envy cripple your poor soul. You wanted to keep thinking about this injustice a bit longer when you suddenly hear heavy footsteps in the hallway. Could it be? You pause, listen closely to the noises – apparently the tall vampire actually came closer! That’s really more than unusual. Normally the Countess always took forever to have dinner with her daughters and was reluctant to be disturbed while they were eating.
The door to the telephone room opens slowly. Your breath stops circulating instantly in your lungs. The Countess strutted into the room, stooping, and straightening up with a low sigh, holding a long cigarette holder in her fingers. You suddenly get nervous. Her aura captures you in a world of unknown desires and dreams. Alcina takes a drag on the cigarette and elegantly pushes the smoke out of her mouth. Her eyes show a slight irritation. Maybe something went wrong? You have overheard some of the countless conversations with Mother Miranda and you know that the vampire’s life is not as simple as it seemed from the outside. The great ceremony gradually drove all the counts insane. Alcina strolls past you to the window without a word, completely ignoring your presence. So she is now standing in front of the misted glass and staring down at the village. This position gives you a unique view of her buttocks. Her bum had to be so incredibly soft. You get more and more restless with these indecent thoughts. The lady snorts loudly and turned around, walking across the room a little faster than before. She suddenly comes dangerously close to you. Has she noticed you after all? Your heart is beating far too strongly in your chest and would like to burst at the sight. The vampire is in front of you after a few seconds. Her body is the answer to all your desires and wildest ideas about the perfect woman. You would like to start crying right now. Suddenly the Countess turns around and sits down elegantly on your face.
The soft pads of her butt press tenderly on your red cheeks. You can hardly believe your luck. Maybe today is your birthday or why is she suddenly paying attention to you? You know that you have to thank Alcina for taking a seat on you and giving meaning to your unimportant existence. The tall woman picks up the phone. She’ll have to call Mother Miranda for sure. Her smell is so overwhelming and takes you to a world far from reality. How much would you pay to put your hands on her round, full bum and pamper it with your fingers for just a second. But there is a little problem: you don’t have any hands. Looked at soberly, you don’t even have a living organism. The realization hits you harder than expected: you consist of no more than four legs, a backrest and a seat cushion. After all, you are just one of the many chairs in Dimitrescu Castle. The world is not fair, right my friend?