~O~
Offered Lavishly
The dragons were tossed to the floor.
Hilda watched Alcina with anguish. "I'm sorry, little Mistress."
Alcina's face was streaked with tears. Her screams of rage and pain echoed in the room as she threw things; her chair, her various figures of angels and glasss statues. Hilda listened in silence for the longest time, bending down to retrieve the dragons and tuck them into her pockets.
"It was the sickness, Mistress." Hilda quietly said. "It wasn't your fault."
"I know that!" Alcina spat, viciously whirling on her with a wild, unhinged glare on her face.
Hilda nodded, lowering her eyes. She would hide these things away. She would not allow her to see them again.
A sharp gasp as Alcina struggled to catch her breath. Hilda blinked, eyes widening in concern when she watched her young Mistress clutch her chest, drop to her knees as she struggled to calm herself.
"I-I can't breathe!" she moaned, between gasps. "I can't - "
Hilda put her arms around her, pulling her close. "Shhh, slow breaths," she encouraged, "Slow. Good. There you are."
"I feel so weak..." Alcina was weeping softly into Hilda's shoulder.
"You're far from it, little Mistress." Hilda assured her. "You're hurt. It's alright to cry. Strong people cry. They show that they are in pain."
Alcina's expression was rigid as she strolled down the halls, ignoring the human memory. Her daughters were resting, the activity had dwindled and she was alone to her own devices. She would have her offering now without interruption. She had never been so delighted to have been given a free gift such as this.
But then, the doubts had come in little whispers along the back of her mind. She didn't want to kill Sofia and her mind was riddled with questions as to why. Perhaps it had been the sheer innocence of the offering - she wanted to make her happy. Alcina would have questioned the girl's sanity if the dragon hadn't been twisting around inside her, roaring its delight and anticipation.
She was surely insane. That's what it was. She would walk to her chambers and find it empty. The girl wasn't that foolish.
But when Alcina entered the room, she found Sofia standing by the fireplace, waiting for her as promised. She was free of fear, of any doubt that Alcina would have expected of her. The entirely of the meeting was different from other meals. She felt her spine coiling with heat and the promise of this rarity.
She didn't deny an allure to wanting what she never had; she took women like a wolf took a lamb. No one refused her and she always got what she wanted.
But no one gave themselves to her simply to make her happy. Only a truly innocent - albeit naïve - fool would do such a thing.
Alcina removed her hat and set it down on a nearby chair, making a thoughtful, amused note. She was in control, despite her doubts and mind racing. Sofia would understand that.
She strolled over to her bed nearby and took a seat at the edge. She was watching Sofia, smiling in a way that made her look as inviting as possible. She attempted to make herself look as inviting as possible - old habits died hard, really before glancing at her up and down, eyes raking across the maid with hunger. Her gaze nearly glowed in the dim light of the room.
"Are you ready?" she questioned.
She never asked that before to her previous food. It never mattered. It was impulsive; the first thing on her mind.
Sofia smiled almost shy and took a few steps forward, like a little doe. It seemed to take a decade before the woman was finally within reach; Alcina took her by the waist, pulling her closer with a deep, alluring chuckle against her cheek.
Little flames danced in her skull, kindled by the feel of Sofia's skin that she could finally indulge in.
"Aren't you just darling?" she breathed, against Sofia's cheek. "You want to make me happy, do you?"
She felt the eager nod and let out a low, rich laugh filled with thunder and smoke. Scooping her large hand beneath her; she bodily lifted Sofia into her lap. It earned a startled yelp and she smirked at her. Sofia smiled back in return, cheeks darkening as she met her stare. There was a timidness in her expressions, but again, no fear to be seen.
Curious.
The bed creaked as Alcina shifted to get comfortable, pushing those thoughts aside. She growled softly and Sofia felt the vibrations against her chest. She let out the smallest whimper when one hand pressed against her lower back, the other working the buttons of her uniform. Alcina then worked on undoing a few and pulling her blouse a little to expose her creamy shoulder and throat to her waiting lips.
It earned a little shudder, a small groan of delight from the woman in her lap. Each little sound shot liquid fire through her veins, challenging her self-control. The dragon was salivating behind the bars, waiting for them to be opened.
She should have stopped this.
Why?
Sofia was meant to be her food; food that offered itself to her on a silver platter. Why should she have had a single doubt in her mind?
She's so precious, isn't she?
She tilted her head somewhat, lips and nose brushing beneath the space of her ear. The low purr from her throat, the way her muscles relaxed at the feel and scent of her made Sofia give out the happiest noise as she leaned her head back to give her more room, fingers holding onto her shoulders as much as she could.
Her Mistress' hair felt soft against her cheek and she cherished the closeness, the feeling of being wanted by her. Her breath stuttered out of her when she felt her tongue licking a long, soothing path up the length of her neck. It sent scorching sensations weaving through every part of her being.
Alcina was smiling against her skin and she scraped her teeth across Sofia's chin before lifting her head to meet her eyes. Her own were lidded, glowing bright yellow. She looked at Sofia, raising an eyebrow, questioning.
"No?" she queried, her voice thick with hunger.
Sofia's eyes opened and they too were dark with need. "Yes."
That was certainly the response she wanted to hear.
Alcina's teeth pierced Sofia's flesh, earning nothing more than a sharp gasp from the woman in her arms. Sofia's body tensed instinctively, then she melted like clay in her arms when Alcina immediately set to work.
Warm blood spilled Alcina's mouth, pouring down her throat and she was struck with a hot stab of pleasure deep to her core like nothing she'd experienced. It wasn't like drinking from the other maids; she did not taste the tart bitterness in Sofia's blood, but flavors rich with desire and adoration. She desperately sought more of that as her tongue found its rhythm against the wound she'd made, taking everything she was given.
Tightening her hold on Sofia to keep her right where she wanted her, feeling her own blood roaring with delight at the sweet, delicious offering that pulsed like molten metal in her veins.
(So good.)
(More.)
Alcina moaned, sinking her teeth in deeper. Sofia's head rolled back. Her eyes open; glassy and unseeing as a wave of ecstasy overtook her. She shuddered, her breath quickening, falling into a synchronous rhythm with Alcina's.
What sort of look would she have?
The thought had come without warning. It was a fleeting desire that she couldn't understand. But she'd always wondered, really. Would she have that cold grimace? Was she good at hiding it?
Alcina wasn't certain if she wanted to see how Sofia looked; but her eyes opened anyway, betraying her as she glanced toward the vanity mirror and she was struck then. Sofia's eyes were closed, her head rolled back and a smile lingered on her face. It was a smile of complete content and pleasure as she had grown lost in the intimacy of the feeding.
And that was it. Never had such a thing been so for her; it wasn't just consuming her blood, it was feeling the closeness of being wanted and to be looked at like a woman, not a monster. Sofia had done this for reasons she didn't understand.
A groan pulled itself from Alcina's throat that was so utterly sinful, it would have made the strongest women alive blush at the sound. Her mouth sucked hard at the soft flesh, one hand holding Sofia as close as possible. The other cradling the back of her neck, fisting in her hair. A mewl burst from Sofia's lips, unbidden as she held onto her as much as she was able to.
(Don't kill her.)
(Don't take too much.)
She really could have; she didn't want to leave such a wonderful place, lost in Sofia's blood and warmth. But she wanted to leave it. She didn't want to kill her. She couldn't.
Alcina felt her body buzzing, finding the strength to rip herself from that pleasurable place; pulling away from her throat with a fierce, passionate snarl in her throat, taking little strings of blood with her. Her heart was thudding wildly in her chest, beating like the deafening breath of the Black God, which blocked out all other noises in the room.
It took a moment before she came down from her high; her eyes widened and she looked shocked by the crimson mess across Sofia's neck and shoulders. The girl was alive, surely. But she was still weakened by the loss of blood.
"Are you alright?"
The soft, uneasy question was foreign on her lips, but it did stir Sofia somewhat. She lifted her head, eyes half-closed and smiled up at her. Alcina expected her to be taken by the sight of her mouth shining of her blood, dripping down her chest and breasts in rivers. Her eyes were glowing yellow and inhuman. She knew that she probably looked terrifying and frenzied as she panted thickly.
But she wasn't. In fact, she looked rather ravished and content to be held this way at all. What a strange, mad little thing.
"Yes." Sofia eventually answered, with a smile.
"Come." Alcina's tone was relieved, though she was worried about the bloody wound on her neck. "Let's tend to you then."
Sofia was silent, gently urged into the bed while Alcina moved to her bathroom. She didn't take long before she returned with a cloth and her own mouth having been cleaned quickly. Her features were flushed in an uncharacteristic way, though that could have been the fresh intake of blood.
Alcina held the cloth to Sofia's throat, watched her expression with a grim one of her own. "Have I harmed you much?" she questioned, brow wrinkling at Sofia's weak smile. Her gaze softened at the shake of Sofia's head. "Hm. I suppose that alleviates some concerns, yet raises others."
Sofia blinked, staring up at her before she looked around, finally coming to terms with the fact that she was laying in her Mistress' bed. It was surreal and yet, she could not focus on the pain in her neck anymore. It was nice, really and especially when she felt her eyes closing, leaning against the hand that had found its way to her cheek.
Alcina's eyes widened somewhat when she noticed the gesture. It made her heart clench at the sight and she immediately looked away, calling for a maid in the halls.
One of them entered and she looked stunned when she saw Sofia's condition.
"Don't stand there, fetch bandages," Alcina ordered, annoyed.
The maid quickly hurried to do as she was told. She returned with gauze in hand and Alcina worked to wrap Sofia's throat; her movements were gentle, stirring little flames on the surface of Sofia's skin. All the while, the younger woman watched her, looking quite ravished for someone who could have quite nearly lost her life.
Alcina smiled down at her when she was finished, leaned forward to give her bandaged throat a light kiss for emphasis.
"There." she said, her voice still somewhat thick with lingering need. She was resisting herself, the call to ravage the thing in her bed further.
Sofia turned, noticing how close their lips were. Alcina's eyes grew lidded again, her fingers brushing against the bandaged neck. It was only a hair away - their lips. She wanted to kiss her. She wanted it quite badly. But it was far too intimate for what she was used to and the scalding twist in her spine was back.
She didn't want to leave her like this, but she was pulled to. She had to before she went too far.
"I must go. I want you to rest, little one." she said, tone husky.
Sofia seemed disappointed, but didn't offer an argument. It seemed she had the good enough sense to understand, though much had happened in such a short time that left Alcina questioning more than she wanted to.
She needed to bathe.
O
The pool of blood offered comfort somewhat. Even she had not wanted the presence of the other maids there. She only needed time to bathe, relieve herself of the stinging heat dancing beneath the surface of her skin. She was left still wanting when she'd fed from Sofia, the young, willing offering's blood still bubbling through her.
It wasn't a rare thing, really; to be drawn to an innocent woman. The Black God only knew that she had preyed on that before. But she'd never had a woman offer herself the way Sofia had and her blood had been fiery for one so plain.
Maybe beautiful things did come from the most dark of places.
Her hand stroked up along her side, then through her thighs. Her mind ventured far into scalding territory; imagining how she'd felt in her arms, how much skin she could have explored if given the opportunity. How she might taste in other places.
This was horrendously embarrassing, but the meal that should have satisfied her only left her aching and wanting more.
Her knee angled somewhat as her hand slid further between her thighs. Closing her eyes, leaning her head back in the pool; Alcina swallowed thickly, jaw clenching as she found her throbbing center. Her claw-like nails nicked her delicate flesh, earning an unhappy hiss. It always took a few careful moments for her to find a proper place for her hand to avoid unpleasant contact.
When she found it, she didn't wait to find her rhythm and her breath caught in her throat. Alcina pictured scenarios of the young woman in her bed - she was there, in HER bed right now - tasting every inch of her flesh and the thought made her tremble, lewd, sinful noises escaping her lips.
The sounds transformed into a cry as her body tensed, finishing with a few low whimpers that were entirely unlike her. The sounds were strange as she relaxed, taking a moment to catch her breath. It followed with a frustrated sigh as she brought her unused hand up to her face.
"Mistress?" Hilda's voice emerged from behind the door.
"Come in," Alcina called, flatly.
Hilda eventually emerged with a tray of tea in hand, staring down at her. Her brows were raised; she had clearly heard the sounds of her finishing herself.
"I was going to bring you tea before I retired for the evening." she said.
Alcina's hand was still in her face. "Yes, yes, that's fine."
Hilda cleared her throat and looked around the chamber. "I was looking for our little goat." she said, "Have you seen Sofia?"
"She's in my chambers."
"Oh." Hilda looked surprised for a few seconds, then disappointed. "I see. I suppose I'll have a mess to clean before I retire."
"She's still alive."
Hilda's brow wrinkled and Alcina peeked at her through her fingers. She sighed, rolled her eyes at the expression on the old woman's face.
"Yes, I fed from her. What of it?" she snapped.
"Mmm, well, I'm used to such things, Mistress." Hilda replied, evenly. She could see that something bothered her. "But you appear to be troubled. You're not always so after you feed."
"She offered herself to me willingly."
Hilda blinked, eye widening. "Oh." A pause. "Well, that is interesting, isn't it? Hm, perhaps I should have performed an evaluation of that girl's sanity as well."
A disinterested grunt was the only response.
"I should see to her." Hilda said, turning.
"No. Let her be," Alcina argued. "I will see to her once I'm finished here. Have your rest."
Hilda's features were unreadable, but she didn't argue. She shook her head with a small sigh and ventured out of her chambers.
Not Alcina.
She never returned to the room where Sofia rested.
She simply spent the remainder of the night staring at the wall.
