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darkittensniper · 10 months ago

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Title: It Reminds Me of You

Pairing: Donna Beneviento/ Cassandra Demitrescu

WC: 2.6k

Plot: Uh.... Cass tries to read to impress Donna with a flower that reminds her of her favorite botanist. Uh... Donna like that shit. Fuck it its just library smut, End of story. Enjoy.

@muffinsin this one for you! Great idea for why our little warrior lady would be in the fucking library!

Donna Beneviento, youngest of the four Lord’s. Even with this, she was taller than both of her older brothers, second only to Alcina herself. The black mourning dress’s she wore always made her seem smaller. Tonight was different, with the moon cresting high, the silver gleam bathed the taller women in its glow. Satin black nightgown, stopping just shy of the tops of her knees. Lithe but well-defined thighs held her weight as she prowled down the rather empty hallways of The Demitrescu manor.

Commissions that come from her only sister always gave Donna an excuse to visit the manor. Leaving behind the rather deadly whispers of the waterwall adjacent to her own manor. Yet an even better excuse to see her. Cassandra, her little doll. A slight twitch of her eye as her bare feet made no sound. The sweet familiar thump of Cassandras heart, the thrum of her flies.

It excited Lady Donna, folding and molding herself to the darkness creeping along the dimly light hallways, jumping from shadow to shadow, her form stretching, The brown-haired middle daughter had no idea she had been found so quickly. The pages of the botany book felt heavy in her lap. The huntress felt rather silly to creep around her own house in the middle of the night, just for the fact she was too prideful to ever be caught dead in the library. Though Cassie did want to impress Lady Donna in the morning with her newfound knowledge of a certain plant. There was one that had peaked the hunter’s eye, with a frustrated sigh the smaller women got to her feet, slamming the book closed. It had no images, and the name of the flower was escaping her sleep addled brain.

A short temper coupled with the want of sleep, but the sheer drive show Lady Beneviento that she had in fact been paying attention fueled Cassandra. Though she was the middle child, her body spoke of the long years of training. Very proud of each flex of brawn that moved with her as she placed the book back in its place. The firelight of the hearth glinted off the yellow amber of her eyes. Narrowed and searching Cassandra read the dusty leather bond books. The hunters’ flies responded to her simmer fury, various parts of her breaking off into her swarm. The thrum of their wings a calling beacon for the actual huntress.

Donna Beneviento had found her doll. Standing in the doorway of the library, the silly girl had so foolishly left open. Anyone could have been there, not that Donna would ever let that happen. This was all hers. Just hers. The soft brown tresses of hair, rough from laying on pillows not that long ago. Donna’s fingers ached to wrap those locks in her grasp. The long white nightgown hugged shapely hips, the flare of them dimpled with muscle as well as giving fat. Tasting the skin there made Donna’s tongue come out to wet her bottom lip.

Her precious doll, for all of her baser nature and killer instinct had yet to notice that she was being watched.

Cassandra cursed, the raspy lilt of it causing Donna’s spine to stiffen. A wave of sheer need to be the one causing her to say such un lady like things. Yet curiosity at just what Cassandra was doing here stayed Donna making her presence known. For now.

“Fuck, think! It had something to do with silver.” The deep growl after each word cut the quiet.

Wondering how either of her sisters found any type of pleasure in these old dusty pages would never make sense to the little warrior. Sharp edges and leaking blood made sense to her, this didn’t. Snatching the next book she touched, opening it still facing towards the bookcase. Calloused fingertips flipping through the yellowed pages.

“There you are!” Cassandra hissed quietly.

Fangs wickedly curved and sharp flashed as Cassie smiled, having found what she wanted. A silver-colored flower that reminded her of Lady Donna. The illustration had caught her eye first, the medium sized silvery white leaves, with yellow and white flowers. The silky cushion of finely cut leaves made her think of Donnas face. Most of the words next to the picture meant little to the hunter as she scanned them, finding the bolded name of the plant at the bottom.

“Silver Mound,” Cassandra held the book closer to her field of vision. Like it was going to help her pronounce the next words, ”Artem- Artemis-“

“Artemisia Schmiditiana. They are semi- evergreen, even in winter climates. Apart of the perennial flower family.”

Lady Donna molded her taller frame to her smaller lover, pressing her against the bookcase. The crinkle of the aged pages as the book fell from Cassandra’s grasp. Caught easily with nimble fingers as Donna placed her lips to the cold skin along Cassie’s neck. Both women knew that the brown haired women could just swarm and be free of the Lord’s warm body. Pale hand running up the length of Cassandra’s side as the other reached up to place the book back.

“What is my little doll doing out of bed?”

Cassadra growled, mad that her body was already responding to the little marks and nibbles her Lord was placing along her neck. Gentle arching slope of her nose inhaling fresh fragrance of roses. Something Donna loved about her prized little doll was that no matter how many times she cleaned herself, the smell of the copper crimson liquid never really left her skin. Bloodlust seeped from Cassandra at every given second of every day, It drove the Lord crazy, knowing that with a few choice words and actions she could have this fiercely proud and domineering women fold to her ever command. The lack of an answer started the battle of dominance between them.

Dexterous fingers made easy work of threading between the long tawny colored hair, and giving a sharp tug. Yanking Cassandra’s head back fully. With the Lords clear height advantage Cass had no choice but to accept the view her Lord awarded her with. The moonlight catching the silver like scar tissue, making it shimmer and dance. Making Cassandra fidget from just how mesmerizing her Lord looked.

“Answer me.”

The edge of the white gown was being hiked up, the grip in her hair switching to her throat. Squeezing as Donna hunched over her prey, her body all encompassing. Even with both hands occupied Donna had no issue with capturing her lovers arms, the invisible warmth of phantom-like limbs always made Cassie weak in the knees. She could feel them, but no matter how hard she looked she could never see them. An unseen force that could rend flesh from bone without Lady Beneviento lifting a finger.

Their purpose now was different now, used to hoist Cassandra’s arm high above her head, iron clad. The hunter could see the indentation of where the fingers were pressing, but like always could not see them.

“Reading.” Cassandra prodded.

The very act of responding in such a disrespectful way, and stating the obvious had the air leaving Cassies lungs as they were compressed along her ribs. Donna having laid her full weight on her, making the bookcase groan in warning. The easy way Donna could bruise the icy skin along the brawn of Cassandras thigh left them both breathless for a second. The pain of those deft fingers digging in and marking her skin made Cass moan softly. Not just anyone could get her to actively bruise this quickly. This just was for her Lord. The bewitching women looking down at her from way up there.

Trimmed nails making work of yanking up Cassandras nightgown to above her ass, baring the lacy blank panties. The sharp slap making Cass jump slightly but giving little room to move from her hands still being pinned. She pulled back against those phantom limbs but like always Lady Donna could easily overpower her little doll anytime she wanted. The hand around her neck, taking the edges of her vision as Donna bent down and placed a tender kiss to parted lips,

“Try again.”

Another stinging slap to the bared skin under her panties made Cass yelp this time, the pain from this one was twice as intense as the first. Drawing a heady moan to leave her as her thighs pressed together, fighting the warm wetness she felt there. The urge to leave more marks on her perfect doll had the Lord attacking every inch of exposed skin between her hold on her women’s neck and along her shoulders. Blunt teeth finding ease puncturing the hard muscled skin she found. Drawing a pained moan from cupid bowed lips.

“I- I wanted to surprise you my Lord. Wanted to show you that I can learn about something you like. It reminded me of you.” Cassandra simpered, between pants.

The brown-haired women was instantly rewarded for her answer with warm fingers sliding between the hem of her panties, a throaty groan in her ear as Donna felt her wetness. Sliding strong long fingers between, parting dewy lips. The soft hair framing her sex coated in her arousal. Sweet kisses replaced the hand around Cassie’s throat as she was lifted and flipped to face Donna. The slim waist easily fit between brawny thighs. The hunter was completely left open, the tearing sound of her underwear as they were ripped from her. The rough treatment making the smaller women cream at the thought of more.

Cassadra Demitrescu was a warrior. A hunter. The one who always chased her prey. Yet when it came to Donna, her immeasurable power and dominating aura when she handled Cassandra. It made her fold like paper in the wind, all of the strength and bold actions were just that, actions. She played her part for her family, but in the privacy and security of Donna’s arms she let herself go. Always putting up just enough fight to make her Lord put her in her place.

“Gaurdami. I only will ask once. If you look away for even a split second, I’ll stop.” Lady Donna’s voice was deep from misuse as always.

Making Cassandra shiver, arms still held above her head, the ache of this position made her flush. Though she did as she was told, all to familiar with the husky Italian. She stomach cramped sinfully as she watched long fingers slide down her chest and come to cup her breast through her nightgown. Donna smiled as she felt her lover’s nipples harden instantly under her teasing, groping hand. Her other hand slid over creamy thighs, feeling the tremble of them as she danced her fingers just shy of the apex of Cassandra’s thighs.

Every inch of Cassandra enthralled Donna, the flush of her cheeks, the labored way her chest rose and fell, the soft give of her breast, that fit perfectly in her hand. Amber colored eyes framed by lovely eyelashes, cute little cub like fangs poking. Utterly perfect. Silver-tinged eye finding its way between her legs, finding her open and waiting. Her pussy was drooling for Donna, all for her. Possessiveness corded through her lithe frame, her control slipping, the devouring need to feel her around her fingers.

Cass could see the change instantly; she knew just what she needed to really make her Lord release that demon Cassandra craved. Locking her legs around her torso, pulling the larger women flush against her, ruining her nice black night gown with her slick. A few long hard ruts truly cemented not only her scent but her arousal all over her Lords gown.

“You little infuriating thing.” Donna snarled.

The last layer of chains were snapped, driving two fingers deep inside of Cassie before she could make connection with the fabric of the gown. The scream that wanted to leave was smothered. Lady Donna having sealed her hand over Cass’s mouth and nose, cutting off all airflow to even scream. Having no control of her arms still she could only take all her Lord was giving her. Talented fingers finding her g-spot, curling around the spongy tissue in a ‘come hither motion.

The velvet smooth walls gripped Donna like an old friend, drawing her even deeper with each thrust. Cassandra looked stunning, her head was thrown back, knocking a few books from shelves from just how hard she was being fucked. Neither cared about the mess, Donna was too caught up with feeling her women freely leak cream down her palm and onto her wrist. How could someone look so beautiful on the precipitous of passing out from the lack of oxygen was a large reason why she kept her like this. Tears starting to fall from glowing yellow eyes, her face a lovely shade of red now.

The trust Cassandra had for her Lord always stopped her from swarming away to breath, she knew Donna knew her like the back of her hand, knowing just how long to hold her. Trapping and forcing her lungs to cycle what little air was left in them to prolong this feeling. The light headedness swirling with the searing pleasure between her legs. When Donna finally gave to rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, no longer wanting to tease her poor little fuck doll.

“That’s it, look at how ravishing you are for me. Tell me who owns this principessa.”

Lady Donna voice was hoarse, pent up with need and icy, full of her rightful ownership of Cassandra. Mind, body, and soul all belonged to the Lord and they both knew it. Releasing her hand from over Cassies mouth, the smaller women gasped and panted as fresh air wheezed into greedy lungs. Even though her vison was blurry with tears she dared not look away from her Lord. The rush of ecstasy threading its way through her body, The indent of the spines of the books biting into her back as she was fucked senseless against the shelving.

“Al- All yours my Lord. Only you own me, no- no one else.”

A prideful purr left Donna as she doubled her efforts, releasing the phantom bonds on her lovers arms with a thought. Instantly finding sharp nails digging into her shoulders as she worked Cassandra. Expert flicks of her tongue along the sweaty coolness of her neck, ragged breathing tickling her ear.

Her fuck doll knew better than to be too loud even with her freely moaning in Donnas ear. These little whimpers and yelps were only for her Lords ears. The burning stretch as a third finger was swiftly added, strong limber arm holding up the brown-haired women’s weight with ease. Toned legs flexing as Cass braced her feet along Donnas lower back. The splendid muscles found there braced for her, making it all the easier to find purchase.

“Cum.”

Cassandras fangs sank into Donnaa neck as her orgasm curled from the pit of the stomach to every inch of her body. Her toes tingled, spine arching as black blood flooded into her mouth. Drinking greedily as another orgasm slammed into her from her bloodlust taking over, needed to be sated as well.

Donna groaned, feeling her own panties soak through from her arousal. Rocking her gently the rather lewd sound of her fingers sliding free from Cassandra, who for all of her endurance never failed to turn rather limp after Donna was done with her. Cassie licked the bruised skin around where she had bitten. Cleaning up the little drops of black blood that had slipped past her lips.

Waiting fingers tapped at her lips, coated in her creamy cum. Her tongue already drawing them in.

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