You Sent for Me, My Lady? (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)
Warning: NSFW
You are just biting into the edge of your toast when you hear a bell ring. You instinctively look up, as do all the servants in the dining hall, wondering what next task would be sent for them. You see the bell under the plaque denoting the Countess’s Chambers ring insistently. You sigh. You had rather hoped you would be able to finish your breakfast before dressing the Lady for the day, but she was on a rather tight schedule. “Well, that’s me, I suppose,” you say to your fellow servants as you wipe the corner of your mouth of any leftover crumbs. “I’ll be off then.”
As you climb back up the stairs to the door that separates the servants quarters from the main hall, your cheeks flood with color as you recall the events from the night before. You had just finished brushing Alcina’s hair for the evening, the customary 100 strokes before bed. As you replaced the silver-back brush in front of the mirror, you happened to catch Alcina’s reflection.
Even after countless nights of dressing her and undressing her as her Lady’s Maid, her beauty still struck you as soundly as it did the first time you met her. Fathomless golden eyes framed by long lashes stared back at you from the looking glass. Her lips were deep crimson, laugh lines like accent marks dotting the corner of her lips. Up close you could see the flaws in her foundation, cracks lining her alabaster skin, moving up into her hairline and down the swell of her full breasts.
Alcina had caught you staring. Her eyebrow quirked up and she gave you an amused smile. “See anything you like, dear?” she teased.
You felt your face grow hot. “P-please pardon my rudeness, your Ladyship,” you sputtered. “I didn’t mean to stare. Is- is there anything else I can help you with, my Lady?”
“No.” She turned from the mirror to face you and you blushed further at the intensity of her expression. She gave you a considering look. “But perhaps,” she purred as she moved the hem of her nightown to expose her gartered leg. “There is something I can help you with, pet.” She took your small hand in her larger one and set it against her thigh.
Suddenly Alcina had swept you in her arms and you were in her lap, your legs straddling her wide hips. Your face was cupped between her hands and she was kissing you fiercely, her fingers weaving themselves in your hair, knocking it out of its tight bun. Your cap fell off and rolled under the vanity, forgotten. Alcina took a couple strands of your hair, now loose and falling past your shoulders and inhaled deeply. “What lovely hair you have, my dear,” Alcina said, twirling a loose lock between her fingers. “Such a shame you have to keep it hidden while working, but needs must, I suppose.”
You didn’t know what to say. You were not used to such compliments coming from your Lady. You hardly stammered out a thank you before Alcina’s mouth was on yours again, her lips moving hungrily against yours. She took off one hand that was holding the side of your head and glided it up your skirt. She caught your bottom lip in between her fangs, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she worked to unhook your garter. You felt your core heaten up in anticipation.
She shifted you around so you were facing the mirror. You started as you saw your reflection for the first time since being in Alcina’s arms. Your hair was disheveled, your kiss-swollen lips were smeared all over with Lady Dimitrescu’s lipstick, and your face was flushed bright red. She began kissing the sensitive nape of your neck and you felt a pleasant shiver go up your spine. “Would- would you not rather take this to bed, my Lady?” you stammered.
“Actually, I would rather stay here if you don’t mind, pet,” Alcina purred. “I rather like the view it affords us.” She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around your neck and began undoing the buttons of your collar, bending her dark head to kiss each new spot she uncovered. Before long, your neck and upper chest were covered with lipstick stains and hickeys. You could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her nightgown as she saw your arousal dripping down your leg.
Alcina moved her hand down the front of your open dress to cup your breast. As she stroked her finger around your areola, you felt your nipples harden at the stimulation. You leant your head back against her ample bosom and were hardly able to suppress the sign that escaped your lips. She caught your expression of bliss in the mirror and flashed you a manic grin before slipping two of her fingers into your core.
You gasped as her fingers started to move rhythmically inside you. Your hips began to rise and fall in Alcina’s lap as you rode her fingers. You caught a glimpse of your reflection and your hair was plastered to your forehead with sweat. You’d bitten your lip and blood had started running from the corner of your mouth. You started to feel self-conscious and began to turn away.
Alcina turned your face back to the mirror, gently but firmly. “No need to be bashful, pet,” Alcina said, quickening the pace of her fingers. “I want you to see your expression when I make you experience le petites mortes.”
Your hips bucked as Alcina quickened her pace. They could hardly keep up wiht the movements of her fingers. You could feel your orgasm building. “Your-your Ladyship, please!” you cried out as Alcina grabbed a fistful of your hair and held you close to the mirror. “Please! I’m so close!”
“Now, Y/N,” Alcina chuckled as she stroked your sweaty cheek. “I think the time for formalities has passed, don’t you? Say my name.”
“L-Lady Alcina!”
“No.” She moved her head closer and you felt her breath hot on your neck as she hissed in your ear, her curls tickling your cheeks. “Say my true name or I will not let you cum.”
“Alcina!”
“Again,” she said, pressing another lingering kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Alcina!”
“Louder, pet!”
You threw back your head against Aclina’s chest, crying out her name as you felt the release of your orgasm. Your climax spilled onto Alcina’s hands and into the lap of her nightgown. Exhausted, you settled back against her, breathing hard, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your climax.
She pressed a kiss to the top of your curls and tucked your head underneath her chin. “Did you like that, my pet?’ Alcina purred.
You nodded soundlessly and glanced down at her soiled nightgown. “Er-sorry about the mess, my Lady.”
Alcina chuckled at that. “Never mind, darling, it’ll wash out. Now you’d better get back downstairs before Mrs. Fischer misses you.”
You couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment at not being asked to stay, but what else did you expect? Alcina helped you stand up and she took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped any traces of her lipstick off your face and chest. She glanced down at the love bites trailing down your neck and into your dress front. “Nothing we can do about those for now, I’m afraid,” she said, flashing you an apologetic smile. “They should fade in time. It’ll be so dark now, no one will notice. Now off you go.”
You nodded again and with a brief curtsy left Alcina’s bedchambers.
Now heading back in the same direction this morning you feel your heart pounding at the thought of seeing her again. You couldn’t sleep at all the previous night because every time you closed your eyes you felt her lips hot against yours and her fingers filling your walls. You ached for her to touch you again.
You open the door and you see her in her slip sitting before the mirror applying her lipstick. She sees your reflection in the mirror and smiles. “Ah, Y/N! Come in. I’m almost ready for you.” She finishes putting on the last of her lipstick and she turns to face you. You’re struck by her staggering height and the thin material of her slip barely conceals the muscles in her powerful thighs. The slip is at a lower cut than her normal day dress, so more of her décolletage is on display.
She gives you a look. “Y/N? My dress, if you please?”
“Yes! Sorry Mistress!” You wrap her dress hanging on the armoire around your arm and pull over your stool to help her step into it. As you help her dress, you try to catch her eye looking for any sign, any remnant of last night, but none appears. Again, nothing unusual. It’s not like this is the first time Lady Dimitrescu has had a dalliance with a maiden. She’s had so many over the years it must be hard to keep track. It was one night of pure ecstasy, but it’s over now. It seems Alcina has already moved on.
After you attach the pin to her hat, your work is finished. She stands up and inspects her reflection in the mirror, looking at her magnificent body from different angles. “Thank you, Y/N, that should be all for now.”
“Very well, my Lady.” You give her a brief curtsy and turn to leave but she catches you from behind and wraps her strong arms around you. Her oleander and rose perfume is overwhelming. She must have just applied it before you came in. “Come back to my room tonight,” she growls in your ear, nipping it lightly with the tip of her fangs. “I gave you some assistance last night and tonight I’m rather curious to see what you can do to return the favor.”
You blush scarlet and nod your assent. “Good!” Alcina kisses the tip of your ear and gives you a playful swat on the behind “Now off you go!”
You practically skip down the hallway as you head back down to the dining hall to finish your breakfast. You don’t know how you will be able to focus on your tasks for the rest of the day now. You simply can’t wait for tonight.