Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader
Summary: Your Lady has requested you to run her bath, but you know what she intends. After all, you’ve been here before, haven’t you?
Note Before: Crossposted onto AO3
You were hers.
It was a transactional relationship. But it served you both well enough.
You would dust and clean, get on your knees and scrub the blood from the beautifully polished floors. And when she called for you, you would come to her.
Her daughters would swarm around you, and in those times, you would look up and watch as they giggled, teasing you with their swarm as they tugged at your hair and fluttered against your skin. “Mother wants you.”
“Better go quickly.”
“Or we’ll have to take you,” the last sister said as she brandished her weapon. You should have been afraid. Deep down, you were, because one day your blood would turn stale. One day you would stop being valuable, and your Lady would let her daughters devourer you.
But that wasn’t today.
Today you rose to your feet, rinsing the cloth and took the bucket to empty outside before making your way up to the Lady’s room.
As you made your way up the stairs, you untied your hair, combing your fingers through it as you heard the Lady’s daughters laughter ring through the halls.
It should bother you, but it didn’t.
“Look at you,” your Lady proclaimed upon your entrance. “You’ve been cleaning up the mess of our most recent guest, I take it.”
“Yes, my Lady,” you said, meeting her eyes. In the village, you’d been tall, even against the men. Before her, you felt unnaturally small. And yet,you craved to meet her height, stand at her side and caress your hands against her face.
“Your days are numbered. Perhaps you should think of running,” the Lady teased.
“Only if you’ll chase me,” you responded in kind. Her eyes narrowed, and you watched as she examined you. And then she smiled, moving to sit down before her dresser.
“Undress me.”
You obeyed.
You sat the hat aside on a mannequin head. The earrings removed, necklace undone before you unpinned her hair.
Gloves and heels, then the dress and its dozens of buttons were undone and set aside before you moved to the undergarments, only for her hand to stop you. “Enough,” she said. “Go run my bath.”
“Of course, my Lady.”
It was a grande room, opulent as all of the higher rooms were. You filled the massive tub with water and then lit the fire underneath it, heating the water. Taking the perfumes, you scented the water and then set aside her soaps, comb and oils, ready to be used on a small table.
There you returned to the bedroom. “Your bath has been prepared, my Lady.”
She looked at you in the mirror of her dresser and grinned, setting aside her journal. “Good. Shut the door behind you.”
As she passed you, you pulled the door shut, feeling the lock click in place.
You washed her hair first, massaging your hands through the dark locks, watching as her eyes fall shut. She trusted you––anyone else, and this would be the moment you’d prepare for.
You could kill her.
She wouldn’t hesitate to kill you after all, and was human nature not to survive at all and at any cost?
You rinsed the suds from her hair and stepped back, fixing your sleeves. “My lady,” you said softly. Waiting.
Her eyes open. The air was hot with the steam, the smell of firewood in the lower recesses filling your nose. You didn’t dare open a window.
“Come closer,” she said. You stepped closer to the edge of the bath and watched her eyes draw over you as her fingers traced your face, watching your breath exhale from your lips. “What do you think about as you serve me?”
“If I should kill you.”
“Oh?” She paused and then laughed at your honesty. “And what conclusion have you come to, little one?”
“That you would kill me first.”
“It’s human nature to survive, isn’t it?”
“I don’t want to survive. I want to live.” It seemed important to separate that difference, but you weren’t sure why.
For a moment, her brow pressed, and then she smiled. “Won’t you join me?”
Your body ached at the command.
You undid your dress, allowing it to drop to the ground, uncaring that it would get wet. You removed your slip, setting your shoes aside. Removing the last of your undergarments before you climbed into the great tub.
Despite your careful attempt, water sloshed as the sides, spilling onto the polished marble floor as you set yourself in the tub, across from the Lady.
It wasn’t the first time you were naked before her, but you felt at vulnerable as you could be in moments like this, knowing what would come next.
“Am I so terrifying, dear one?”
“Yes, my Lady,” but you drew closer anyway, watching her smile widen.
The water came up to your collar bone as you moved towards her. When you were before her, you knelt between her thighs, staring up at her with awe. The Lady’s head tilted, her eyes studying you as you stay on your knees before her.
Your heart thudded in your chest, so loud you could hear it in your ears. There was an unnatural heat spilling over your skin, and more noticeably than all of that, you trembled, your mouth going dry as you watched her eyes draw over your form.
Her hand slid around your waist, easily dragging you closer as you felt her lift and settle you onto her, straddling her thigh.
The water had warmed her, but she was still cool against your hot skin.
“Tell me, how would you kill me, should have the chance?”
“Here, in the bathroom,” you tell her as you feel her thigh press against your sex, nudging. Your hips jerked, dragging across her skin that was far more supple than you’d expected. “I would wait until you ask for a bath again before I struck.”
“And when did you come up with such a plan?”
“As I washed your hair,” you told her as you rocked your hips. Her lips part, and you felt your heartbeat quicken. “I would bring in a weapon when I cleaned up the bathroom, ready for your next bath.”
“Whatever will I do with such impertinent thoughts?” she inquired of you. “I’ll have to punish you. Maybe even rid myself of you.”
“My Lady,” you said to her softly, feeling your heartbeat thud between your legs.
She grinned at you, watching as you arched back, though your own thighs squeezing around her’s.
You served house Dimistrecu well. You cleaned for them, lured in unsuspecting maidens and men alike for them to play with.
But your finest service had always been your body.
Lady Dimistrecu’s claws pierced your skin, and you felt the hot blood spill across your skin, down your body as she leant forward and licked over the wound. And then her mouth settled on it, drinking the blood that poured from you.
You clutched at her, crying out, feeling the dizziness wash over you as hot streams of blood spilled down your chest and back, sinking into the water.
Your heart pulsed between your thighs and heavy in your chest, and then it slowed, and the world darkened for a moment, fading away as a warm bliss shivered down your spine before that, too, faded away.
Again her cool breast, you settled against her, wondering if she meant what she said. Was this the end?
Your cunt clenched, aching to be filled, and you trembled, a weakness slipping over your limbs as you found yourself letting go of her as you slipped away into euphoria.
If it were the end, you’d gladly take it.
“Wakey-wakey,” came the familiar sing-song voice of one of the daughters. “Come on; Mother needs you to clean the kitchen. Someone left a big mess!”
“It was fun chasing him around, wasn’t it?” Someone else said.
You gave a soft moan, waking up to see in the golden candlelight, two daughters standing before you. You were tired, utterly exhausted. But you’d been dressed in your nightgown and tucked into bed.
You awoke, sitting up and began your day again. This time, as your brushed your hand over your shoulder where the claws had pierced, you thought you could feel a scab where the claws had pierced. But when you made your way to your mirror, tugging the nightgown down your shoulders, the skin was smooth, unbroken as if it never been touched.
“Off you go,” the daughters sung and then laughed, exiting your room, leaving you to dress and prepare for the kitchen.
One day you wouldn’t wake up. One day there’d be no gentle sing-song from the daughters.
One day wasn’t far away. Months maybe. Years possibly. But whatever the end, you’d hope she’d chase you first. One last chase until you fell prey to her for the final time.