#bela dimitrescu x donna beneviento

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🎃 A Halloween to remember 🎃

Sub! Bela Dimitrescu x Dom! Donna Beneviento

[ Tags : Mommy kink, orgasm control, praise kink, sex in public and semi-public spaces, costumes]

Donna and Bela have some fun before- and during-Alcina's Halloween celebration!

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╰┈➤ A part of the Happy Halloween collection, the other parts in this collection being Cassandra x an OC found here and Daniela x OC x OC found here

One more day!🙌 Cassandra’s bit is coming tomorrow👻

Bela glanced at her lover as she held her hand out, a white fabric in it. “Don’t you think it’s a little infantile to dress up, draga?”, she questioned, but took the garment nonetheless.

Donna merely smiled at her, eying the garment now held by the blonde. The woman placed a hand at Bela’s back, gently guiding the woman to the long mirror by the wall of her workshop. Golden eyes found hers immediately, full of love. Donna’s darker eye found hers as well before it flickered back down to the costume she had crafted for her darling.

”Your mother is hosting a Halloween party. It would be rude to attend without costumes, doll. I’m sure your sisters are going to dress up as well”, Donna answered easily. “Besides-“, she added, her voice dripping lower. Bela bit her lip at this, all too familiar with the voice. “- I have a feeling you will like your costume, doll”

And like it she did, truly. Bela blushed bright red as she finally tried the costume on in her room, Donna’s eye set on her.

The corset was tight and the dress exposed some of her cleavage, yet what really got to her was the slight change of fabric in certain…areas.

The blonde bit her lip to stifle a noise when she turned around and the dress rubbed against her bare nipples. The fabric was rougher around them, a sharp contrast to the soft fabric hugging her. An intentional change, she imagined.

The matching panties were the same, soft and delicate, yet a rough patch right where her clit was, rubbing against her every move. Donna truly did know what she was doing, and it seemed the skilled seamstress took no pity on her sensitive lover.

”Do you like it, doll?”, Donna cooed. Her hands came to rest on Bela’s hips, delicate and trained fingers finding the string of the corset and tugging just as the blonde was about to give an answer. “Ye-Aah! Yes, Donna”, Bela answered. Her hands shot to the front of the corset automatically as it was tightened.

The costume itself, aside from its obvious, yet hidden features, was breathtaking. Pale in color and yet complimenting Bela’s own, pale skin, soft and beautiful. The woman looked almost as though she was out of one of the many fantasy romance books her sister loved to read, a princess come to life.

The blonde looked oddly innocent in the white-ish garment, without the blood smeared around her chin and lips and with her hair looking almost golden in the light of her room’s chandelier.

”We have a few hours before the celebration”, Donna whispered, skilled hands traveling across her lover’s body. Bela whimpered as her breast was cupped through the dress. “And I have this terrible yearning, doll”, she added. Bela bit her lip and leaned back, her back against the doll maker’s front, her head resting on the woman’s shoulder. Immediately she felt Donna’s lips on her exposed neck. She moaned loudly at the surprisingly bite that followed, so that the other woman promptly pushed a hand over her mouth.

”Will you be quiet for me, doll, or must I gag you?”, Donna asked lowly. She squirmed already, her hips twitching and grinding against the air, blushing and moaning as the action merely caused the panties to tease her clit.

”Mghmmm”, she moaned at another squeeze of her breast. The dollmaker truly knew how to work her hands, and Bela never failed to stand amazed at how well the brunette knew her body. Donna was able to bring the sensitive blonde to the edge in mere minutes if she chose to.

”Good girl”

The blonde whimpered and felt the familiar ache between her legs. She was sure she was growing wet already

Upon being released, she felt the corset being undone and almost whimpered as the dress was taken off her again, leaving her aching clit without its touch.

Noticing this, the lady of the mountain and waterfall was quick to press her palm into Bela’s cheek, shushing her needy lover. “Don’t fret, we’ll let you wear it later, doll. But we can’t risk you dirtying it before the party now, can we?”, She cooed.

Bela moaned as her bare breasts were cupped and nipples were pulled. “We both know you tend to make messes with your needy cunt, after all”

She bit her lip as she watched her lover nearly fold the dress and store it away for later, and smirked when the woman instead walked towards the drawer close to the blonde’s bed. “Come here, darling”

The blonde did not have to be told twice, quickly returning to her lover’s side, shivering as the chill air of the room hit her bare body. She was sure she would not be feeling chilly for long.

The woman squirmed slightly as the drawer was opened and Donna traced her fingertip over various toys, humming occasionally. She knew she teased the blonde, but could she truly be blamed, when Bela was simply so precious to tease?

The blonde bit her lip as Donna pulled out a vibrating clit clip, her legs instinctively pressing together.

“Kneel, sweet girl”, Donna said, her voice low and erotic and enough for the Dimitrescu to follow the command and drop to her knees. She felt wetness between her legs as she was praised for this and her good posture. “Now hold your hands out while Mommy makes her selection”, Donna ordered calmly. Again, Bela obeyed, her hands held out and cupping the clamp as it was dropped in them.

She could not see the toys from her kneeling position, merely peeking up at her lover whenever she moved even slightly.

”Good girl, stay still for me”

Bela bit her lip and blushed slightly again as another toy was put in her palms, a black strap of large size.

Upon looking at the toy, she remembered the many times it had been used on her, whether their first try when Bela was brought to orgasm after orgasm until she nearly passed out, her balance was tested when the dollmaker rammed the strap in and out of her while pressing her up against her workshop’s wall, or the numerous times the woman wore it under clothing and flustered her girlfriend once she sat on her lap and realized this. Bela smiled shyly, thinking of the many times this led to Donna’s hands on her hips as she moved on her lap, riding the strap with bouncing breasts and breathless moans and gasps.

She blinked and blushed even harder as the brunette gripped her chin, tilting her head up so she would face the older woman. “Where did my little doll go?”, she asked, recognizing the look in Bela’s eyes. She knew her darling would not last much longer before she whimpered and begged for Donna or started grinding herself against whatever was offered to her.

”The strap, Mommy”, Bela whispered obediently.

She smiled at Donna’s chuckle and squirmed slightly as the woman turned back to searching the drawer. The blonde watched as more items were dropped in her palms, among them red nipple clamps connected by a thin, red chain, as well as a medium sized butt plug sporting a heart-shaped, red jewel at the end.

Bela bit her lip when the older woman pulled a ball gag from the drawer, black and large, and opened up her mouth eagerly when she was commanded to.

”Good girl, I see you’re behaving exceptionally well today, Bela”, Donna cooed. The blonde woman moaned as the gag was placed between her lips, stretching her mouth open as the dollmaker fixed it at the back of her head.

She blushed when the other woman tapped the toy, muttering something of how adorable her lover looked like this.

She next saw Donna retrieve a shirt piece of dark red rope, her wrists already pushing together in front of her. “Good girl, you know your place”, Donna praised, wrapping the rope around the woman and tying her hands together.

The blonde still held onto the toys dropped in her hand. Her eyes widened slightly as Donna pulled lube and a rather new toy from the drawer, a large and especially long, pink dildo with a suction function at the bottom. They had only used it once before, and Bela pressed her thighs together as she recalled the stretch it had caused her, how she felt torn in two by the toy and how shaky her legs had been for a good hour.

“Follow me, sweet girl”, Donna cooed, a hand on Bela’s elbow to help the woman stand. She followed eagerly, until she was gently pushed to her knees again right in front of the bed. Donna sat on it comfortably, a dark eye set on the Dimitrescu.

”Spread your legs for me, doll”

The woman did so with gusto, blushing and making a quiet sound at the back of her throat upon exposing her wet cunt to her lover. She had barely been touched and was throughly soaked already.

Bela squirmed when the nipple clamps were put on her, moaning and whimpering as her sensitive buds were squeezed. “Mghmm!”, she moaned when the chain was tugged gently, her hips rolling and back arching as she attempted to follow the movement.

Next the clit clamp was put on her, trapping the small bud. The fly woman shivered, expecting the pleasure. And yet when Donna turned the little toy on, Bela felt unprepared. Her thighs clenched together and her back arched, tongue pressed up against the gag as she whimpered and mewled for her lover. A nudge of Donna’s leg against her thigh had her spread them again, albeit a little shakily.

”I see you’re already enjoying your favorite toy, Bela”, Donna cooed. “You’ve been such a good doll for me, I’m going to let you keep that for a long time today”, she promised, watching first the relief and excitement in Bela’s eyes, then the shock upon the realization of what the words truly meant.

Bela’s gasps and whimpers fell on deaf ears as the vibrator kept buzzing happily against her most sensitive spot. After mere seconds the blonde felt close and on edge already, hips bucking and thighs quivering. She forced herself not to cum yet, instead did her best to focus on the other woman.

Donna smiled to herself as she heard Bela’s desperate noises and reactions to the toy tormenting her sensitive clit. She stroked her hands alongside the long dildo, then squirted some lube on top of it. Bela’s eyes were wide as she watched, expecting Donna to push it inside herself. Instead, golden eyes widened when Donna placed the toy just in front of Bela’s dripping cunt.

”Now, wreck yourself for me, Bela”

She whimpered and blushed helplessly, tied hands rubbing against one another as she scooted forwards and sunk down on the toy. Her moans muffled, she rode the toy slowly, shivering as the mere tip caused her so much pleasure already. The woman watched as Donna too undressed, setting aside the black garments and spreading her legs for her blonde lover. The fly mutant growled momentarily, displeased at the large gag in her mouth preventing her from leaning forwards and tasting the other woman’s core.

She whimpered as Donna pushed her fingers inside herself, blushing slightly and using her foot to push down on Bela’s thigh. The blonde woman whined and moaned, sinking down lower on the pink toy. It was halfway inside of her and already filled her perfectly. She thrust her hips forwards shakily, moaning and grinding on the toy. “Mgnmmm, ‘onna!”, she moaned loudly behind the gag.

The blonde shivered as this kept on for a few minutes, her muffled moans increasing in volume and frequency, her cunt so wet, her own wetness drooled down the dildo. She had not yet dared push down more, avoiding the stretch it would surely cause her relatively tight hole. She cursed her own unnatural, cadou-induced healing abilities at times, which had her holes simply heal after a stretch and cause her to be tight and ready for the next one. Donna, however, took great pleasure in this, as Bela knew. She noticed the smirk on the doll maker’s face whenever she noticed Bela was tighter again and about to writhe around her fingers yet again.

Wet fingers were wiped against Bela’s cheek, just close enough to her nose for the predatory woman to smell the arousal that stuck to them- Donna’s arousal. She whimpered pathetically, as if begging the dollmaker to remove the gag. She smelled so well and her cunt glistened with wetness as she fingered it. Bela yearned to dive forwards and lick it. She knew she could bring her lover so much pleasure with her tongue!

Instead, her hair was tucked behind her ear and Donna smiled at her. “You will cum today, sweet flower”, she spoke lowly. “Do not wait for my permission, Bela, I give it to you now for the rest of this day and night”, Donna cooed. The blonde would normally beam at this, thanking her lover and embracing the bliss of her orgasms. But she had her lover figured out, and whimpered at the mere thought of how many orgasms she would be put through until they would finally head down to the main hall for her mother’s celebration. She had nearly forgotten about that.

Alas, no matter how hard the poor woman attempted to hold back, the vibrating clamp and dildo paired with the constant pressure of the nipple clamps left her no choice but to cum only shortly after, her body shaking and thighs quivering, the vibrator turned down a little, yet still buzzing away at her pink clit. Bela moaned and gasped, feeling her own, creamy cum run down the dildo.

It seemed, however, this was when Donna lost her patience regarding the toy.

“Mghm! MGHMMM!”, Bela shrieked around the gag as her shoulders were grabbed and she was pushed down, made to ride the toy properly and take it all the way inside her needy cunt. It went inside easily enough due to the lube and her creamy pussy, yet stretched her wide and made the woman arch her back. She swore she felt the toy inside her lower stomach, the way she was sure she at times felt Donna’s strap so deep in her, she thought it rearranged her guts.

”Good- girl”, Donna moaned, her fingers returning to her hot core. Bela moaned and squirmed to beautifully for her, loud despite of the gag and sensitive all because of her lover’s treatment. Her hips dragged upwards as she straddled and rode the long toy, her thighs shaking. Bela whimpered as she was forced to watch her lover finger herself right in front of her, unable to touch her.

She screamed into the ball gag as her nipples were teased and the vibrator felt even more intense, her eyes pressing shut as she attempted to stop herself from a second orgasm already. Her cunt felt so full and good, stretched and warm and so wet. “Mmmnmm!”, she moaned, shivering and resting her chin on the brunette’s knee. She looked up at Donna with lidded eyes, struggling to keep them open as she was handed pleasure. “Keep riding it, doll, I’m so close”, Donna gasped.

The blonde kept up her movements, toes curling as she felt right on the edge. The toy felt so good inside of her, her clit so needy and warm against the vibrating clamp. She moaned helplessly as, after mere moments, Donna came, moaning and biting her lip to stifle her own loud noises.

Her hand jerked forwards, seemingly without meaning to, and the blonde screamed into the gag as the chain was yanked, tearing yet another orgasm from her. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe through her nose, legs shaking as she sunk down completely on the dildo inside of her. She squirmed helplessly at the vibrator’s continued assault, whimpering and gasping helplessly. She gasped for air when the gag was pulled from her mouth and moaned when Donna pushed her own, wet fingers in her mouth instead, granting Bela- at last- the taste she yearned to have.

Her hips thrust upwards as she sucked the fingers clean one by one, first the index and middle finger, then Donna’s ring finger, eventually the thumb she had used to rub her clit. Bela had not realized when she became this riled up, until she felt nearly overstimulated, another orgasm well on the way due to the toy being ridden and the vibrator teasing her.

When Donna slipped her fingers out her mouth, the breathless blonde did not hesitate to beg, whimpering and moaning, attempting to beg her dominant lover to allow her to stop cumming. Donna chuckled darkly at this, a dangerous glint in her eyes that never failed to arouse Bela even more.

”But flower, did you not only yesterday beg Mommy to let you cum?”, She cooed. Bela squirmed, moaning as she rode the toy and mewling at the memory of her on the bed, edged for hours by the new vibrating dildo Donna had tried on her, begging her lover over and over and over again to let her cum already.

”No, I do not think so, doll. You will cum until I allow you to stop”, She cooed, gentle fingers cupping Bela’s face as the blonde’s eyes rolled back and she slurred words and phrases even Bela didn’t understand.

”Good girl, such a good little slut, give me another one”, Donna said, chuckling lowly and quietly as Bela’s back arched again. She made sure to cover her submissive’s mouth with her hands as she came, screaming and moaning. She had no doubts Alcina Dimitrescu would all but eagerly cut off her head if she was to hear the fellow lady of the village inflict such pleasure on her precious eldest daughter.

Bela cried tears of overstimulation as she came, whimpering and gasping when the doll maker at last removed the clamp from her sore and bright red clit. Her legs felt heavy as she was pulled on the woman’s lap, her bottom sticking out for the brunette. Bela gasped and tried to catch her breath, inner thighs wet. She frowned when Donna picked up the soaked dildo, then shrieked as its tip was thrust inside her mouth. “Don’t you think you’re done yet, my dear”, the doll maker cooed, thrusting the toy slowly inside her gagging girlfriend’s mouth. She stroked away the woman’s tears gently before leaning down and taking the woman’s hand in hers. Bela squeezed it reassuringly, promising that despite the ache between her legs and the tears of overwhelming pleasure, she was alright and wished to continue.

It had always been like that between the two, with Donna taking good, often tender and sometimes rough care of the blonde, and the Dimitrescu in turn reassuring the other woman by squeezing her hand in such moments.

The blonde gagged and moaned helplessly, her hand let go of as Donna instead dragged hers back. Bela whimpered when she felt it between her legs, skilled fingers sliding teasingly between her soaked folds. She jumped when her sore clit was tapped and moaned around the dildo as it was pushed deeper in her mouth. She had to admit, her own cream on it tasted divine.

She groaned around the toy as she felt two of Donna’s fingers pushing inside her cunt, easily finding the rough, sensitive spot inside of her and targeting it. She squirmed on her lap and whimpered helplessly, cum and spit drooling down her chin as she throated the wet toy, back arching the harder Donna worked her fingers between her legs.

”You feel so good for me, Bela”

”Such a soft cunt”

”Does that feel good, doll?”

”Good girl, keep throating it, Bela”

The blonde grew needier and needier with every over her lover’s statements, reduced to a moaning, whining, squirming thing over her lap, cunt soaked and nipples so hard under the clamps, chin full of drool rather than blood and gagging on the large dildo as it was pushed down her throat.

She shrieked as the skilled woman’s fingers curled inside of her and she saw stars. She arched her back, whimpering as another orgasm approached. “Mghm! Mhmm!”, she begged, gagging and moaning around the wet toy. Donna merely pushed it in and out of her mouth at a faster tempo.

“Good girl, Bela, that’s it”, she cooed when the younger woman came with another scream, her hand thrusting slowly to help her lover ride out the orgasm before she pulled her hand out of the woman’s warm core. Bela watched through barely open eyes as her lover licked each and every wet finger, humming as she did so. She blushed at the sweet image.

Gasping for breath when the toy was removed from her mouth, Bela was relieved when the other woman threw it to the far end of the bed. She crossed her legs at the ache between them caused by the many orgasms and the stretch caused by the toy. Her legs felt heavy and shaky and she didn’t doubt she’d have trouble walking if she attempted to stand up at that moment.

She watched as Donna raised her arm, checking the time on her clock. They had a good hour left until they needed to head downstairs. She smirked down at her sore lover, hands finding Bela’s body yet again. The woman moaned softly as her behind was squeezed and shrieked in surprise as she was tugged off the comfortable lap and moved to the bed. “On your hands and knees, little fly”, Donna commanded.

Bela did so eagerly once she saw her lover move to grab the strap, her hips even moving and her ass shaking at Donna invitingly. She giggled at her lover when the toy was thrust between her wet southern lips, yet her grin turned into a gasp as the vibrating clamp was yet again put on her clit, her cheeks bright pink again as it caused her to writhe on the bed within mere seconds, fisting the bedsheets and arching her back as she moaned. “A-Ah! D-Donna!”, she gasped when the woman pushed herself inside of her, the hard strap shorter than the dildo, but longer. Bela whimpered at yet another stretch of her, hips shaking as they were grabbed by skilled hands.

Donna loved this position, she thought as she thrust her hips forwards. Bela’s back was arched for her, making her behind stand out for the dollmaker. Her legs quivered and shivers overtook her skin as she moaned and mewled from the pleasure, her tied arms against the bed as she fisted the bedsheets.

The blonde woman moaned as her body was rocked forwards with every little thrust, making her moan and groan with every move. It was truly unfair how sensitive she was, and how well the other woman knew this. She felt her orgasm building embarrassingly quickly from the clamp and the strap, blushing as she was taken harder and harder by the second. “Pl-ea-aah!- se!”, she slurred, hips grinding back against her lover. She shrieked when she was pulled backwards and closer to Donna, having moved forwards on the bed due to the many powerful thrusts inside her core.

She barely heard Donna’s breathless chuckle as she came again, her face against the cool sheets. Bela had lost count of how often she had cum already, her body protesting as they kept coming, her mind too eager for more. She gasped when the older woman reached forwards and pulled her back, and groaned when she was pulled back against her lap and the new position caused the strap to sink in even deeper.

”I want you to do something for me, Bela”, Donna cooed, slow, but precise thrusts up into the needy blonde. Bela gasped at these, moaning and rolling her twitching hips. She resisted the urge to rip the vibrating clamp off even as it tortured her sensitive and sore clit. It was bright red already and sensitive to the touch.

“I want you to finger yourself for me, sweet flower”

Bela frowned in confusion- how could she do so with the strap occupying her cunt? Upon pointing this out, the dollmaker laughed. Bela gasped in surprise as she felt the woman pull out, her cunt suddenly empty, then tensed as she felt the tip push against her tight asshole. She whimpered and moaned, yet obeyed and pushed her fingers inside herself, nearly immediately rocking against them. She felt so needy still, helpless to the pleasure she was given. She briefly wondered whether she was truly this desperate of a slut or whether her sweet, not so innocent girlfriend had a role in this. After all, ever since their first attempt of Donna using her plant’s pheromones on the fly mutant and discovering some had a rather…aphrodisiac-like effect, she seemed all for it. Bela shivered at the thought of the woman using her to have her wreck herself for her this way. She rocked against her own fingers harder and screamed as a hand was again slapped over her mouth and Donna pushed herself deep inside her unoccupied, tighter hole.

”Sweet girl, what do we say?”, She whispered into Bela’s ear in her low, husky voice. She knew it made the younger woman’s head spin, who merely slurred out a “thank you, Mommy”, between her moans.

Bela whimpered as she felt the other woman inside of her, even against her fingers as she thrust into her in the other hole.

She moaned lowly at the deep thrusts into her, her head thrown back and against Donna’s shoulder yet again, her thighs warm and trembling. Her fingers curled within herself as Donna reached forwards and squeezed her full breast. She mewled, eyes shut and lips apart. Her clit felt so, so good.

”Are you going to cum again, doll?”, Donna cooed, almost innocently. Bela whimpered in Return, shaking her head despite her quivering thighs and the bubbly, light feeling rising in her stomach. She knew even if she attempted not to, if she stopped fingering herself, if she crossed her legs, the vibrator and strap would still keep on and bring her to another orgasm.

And so they did, after mere minutes of thrusting inside, until the blonde came with a scream and fell forwards on the bed, squirming and gasping, trying to catch her breath and accommodate to the sudden emptiness of her holes.

She felt gentle hands stroking her hair, praising her, and felt the clamp turn down to the lowest setting of its vibrations.

Donna undid the rope around the woman’s hands and pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, allowing her lover the sweet moment of peace as she gathered their costumes. It was time to head to the grant celebration, after all.

Bela rose to her feet as Donna mentioned this, shrieking and blushing as they gave out and the older woman caught her in her arms with a worried look. She shot her a small smile and pressed a reassuring kiss to her lips. “Think you’ve got me good”, she whispered with a grin. Donna smiled in return and steadied the blonde as she walked again, on her own, albeit on wobbly legs. She frowned as she felt the vibrator buzzing lowly against her sore clit. Donna must have forgotten to take it off…

Yet, as the Dimitrescu reached down, her hand was swatted away. She eyed Donna with wide eyes, shocked at the realization of what her normally shy lover had planned for her. “Behave, doll. You know I am capable of punishing you if you dont”, the doll maker warned. Bela shivered at this, memories of previous punishments flooding her mind, whether it was being ignored as she was tied with a vibrator between her legs in front of Donna as she worked, a rough railing that left her on the verge of passing out (in the best way), being edged until she had learned to appreciate orgasms given to her, or the particularly naughty one in which she was so full of aphrodisiacs caused by the other woman’s cadou infected plants, she was brought to orgasm after orgasm with mere spanks and licks, something the normally proud and controlled blonde found particularly humiliating and arousing.

Bela squirmed as she was bent over the bed, her sore cunt inspected and her bottom groped and squeezed. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Donna reach for the beautiful butt plug, before she felt its cold, metallic tip against her hole. She squirmed as it was dragged through her southern lips, collecting the wetness that drooled out of her like honey. “Donna…y-yes”, she moaned softly the vibrator like a light tease on her clit, the plug rubbing against it as it was covered in her cream. She squirmed as it was dragged between her cheeks, its top pushing inside her ass. After mere seconds of being teased and played with, Bela felt it push inside of her fully, sealing the hole and adding yet another decoration to her body. She squirmed as she felt it sit inside of her, the feeling of the plug not foreign, but still unusual for the blonde.

She squirmed as another toy was grabbed, one she was unfamiliar with. The dildo was smaller, with a strange, rilled shape. She frowned- something seemed off about it. It was made of wood, yet was smooth and almost soft looking. She moaned as it was inserted in her soaked cunt, then shrieked in surprise as she felt it move, yet saw and felt both of Donna’s hands on her hips. She threw the brunette a questioning look that turned rather silly looking when another trust followed and Bela’s eyes crossed at the pleasure. Donna giggled at her needy lover.

”I’ve listened to your encouragement regarding my powers”, she explained, cupping Bela’s warm cheeks as the blonde moaned and panted from the smaller dildo moving within her. “I decided to breach out from plants again, back to my dolls”, she continued, her thumb reaching out to wipe away the drool that spilled from Bela’s lip. “Upon studying my dolls more, I realized it was the cadou in them that let me control them”, she added. Bela shivered as the toy buried itself deep inside of her, then stood still.

“I then discovered I could use this on other things than merely my dolls, sweet girl. A small portion of the cadou embedded in the wood is all it needed for this…”, Donna cooed, her hand resting between Bela’s legs. The woman whimpered. She felt so turned on as she thought over her girlfriend’s words. If she was truly correct, Bela had just discovered a whole new kink and ways to be used by the brunette.

As she was pulled back to her feet, Donna handed her the previously put away costume, praising her as Bela took it. She moaned as she pulled the panties up her slim legs, a blush warm and bright on her cheeks. Never had she been naughty enough to wear such…accessories or be filled under her clothing, not in public anyway.

She sighed as the nipple clamps were removed from her dress, yet whimpered when upon pulling up the dress, she realized it made little difference due to the rough patch of material right at her nipples. She sat on a clean spot of the bed as she finished dressing, now properly in her finished costume: the crafted panties and dress, white stockings and her usual, black heels. She squirmed slightly- she looked so pure, it was unusual for the blonde. Still, the costume looked beautiful on her. She made a mental note to thank Donna for it once they were done and her mind was not occupied with such filthy thoughts.

She blushed yet again as she saw Donna’s outfit for the first time. The woman’s face was partly covered by a masquerade mask, hiding the cadou infection on her eye, her hair was put up in its usual bun, and instead of the dark dress, she wore an outfit resembling a vampire. Bela blushed even harder as she now understood their costumes- the fair maiden Mia and her darling Count Dracula, one of the most popular books around the castle, a story even the blonde knew. She was sure Daniela would love their costumes and partly dreaded seeing the younger woman and needing to interact normally with her while being teased so cruelly.

”Are you ready to head down, love?”, Donna asked, a white gloved hand pressing gently against Bela’s back. The woman blushed, nodding and pressing her eyes shut as the moment they exited her room, the vibrator picked up its buzzing frequency. She was almost completely sure she wasn’t going to survive this.

Bela was clingy, very much so, and knew so. However, she never expressed such clinginess in public.

Until that very Halloween party, that is, as the poor blonde barely left her lover’s side. She blushed and pressed her thighs together subtly ever so often, breathing lowly as she was unable to escape the pleasure. Merely a few minutes in, her body had been brought to another orgasm already, which left her legs shaky and her breathing ragged.

”Donna”, she moaned in the woman’s ear after merely attending the celebration for half an hour or so. The dildo inside of her moved quickly, bringing her intense pleasure she barely managed to resist- for a time being.

She whimpered as her hip was squeezed. At that point she nearly sat in the older woman’s lap even, something the blonde would have found highly inappropriate and embarrassing in public was her mind not occupied.

”Now, doll, it would be rude to leave this early. Where are your manners, Bela?”, Donna cooed. The blonde squirmed as subtle as she could, feeling yet another orgasm rising within her. How many had her body been forced through on that day already? Six? More? Bela doubted she would be able to keep up, and was sure if her lover continued this, her body would protest completely. She felt oddly excited at the thought. Due to her inhuman nature it was not uncommon for Donna to drag multiple orgasms from her, whereas Donna herself lasted for less ones. Yet it had happened a few times in the past that even Bela was pushed over the limit, as the dollmaker would bring one too many orgasms upon her lover and find her content, yet passed out against her, resting until she awoke a little time later, clueless as to what happened until she remembered moments later, blushing preciously.

“Please, mommy”, she whispered in the woman’s ear, the dildo rubbing her insides and the clamp vibrating against her clit. Every move teased her sensitive nipples. The blonde’s legs were so shaky, she needed to press them together and hold them merely to lessen their trembles.

She squeaked as her throat was kissed- they seemed to truly resemble their costumes now- and Donna scolded lightly: “Sweet bug, no one has left yet. Even your sister is still here, Bela”

At this the blonde noticed the brunette for the first time. She was barely aware of her surroundings due to her mind merely focusing on the ache between her legs, and rose an eyebrow at her sister’s costume, a matching set with her girlfriend, such as Bela matched with Donna. Only was Cassandra dressed as a devil, whereas her partner took the role of an angel. Bela took a moment to eye her sister, squirming and seemingly panting. When the brunette woman caught her eye, she stared right back at her. Both sisters adverted their eyes, turning to their lover as they blushed slightly. Bela cursed mentally upon having her sister of all people see her in such a way, or at the very least surely have a suspicion of what was going on beneath Bela’s dress. She was sure the woman would never let her live it down again.

More time passed, and Bela begged for one of her sisters to leave. Her legs shook so much, Donna had restrained one with her hand, her clit ached as the poor blonde neared her third orgasm since they had walked downstairs. She last saw stars and tiny, black spots blurring her vision as she came. She was sure she could not last much longer. Her cunt was sore and soaked from the dildo, so much her panties were completely soaked through and she left a wet patch on her girlfriend’s costume when she forgot herself and opted for grinding down on her lover’s thigh for a moment, an action stopped as the woman reminded Bela of where they were.

Her eyes kept flickering to Cassandra, as if begging her to leave. After all, if her sister left, Mother would not be upset if she did too, and she doubted her younger sister would stop dancing, flirting, and playing with the maidens anytime soon. The redhead had a blast, it seemed, surrounded by maids that were sweet on her, dancing and being showered in the attention, affection and romance she craved. Perhaps, if Bela was not feeling so overstimulated and soaked, she would join her sister to tease her a little for this, squeeze her cheeks and tell her to play nicely with the maidens. She so loved teasing her younger sister, giggling as the woman insisted Bela embarrassed her and shooed her off every time. The younger woman was simply too precious to tease, truly.

It seemed however, now Bela was the one being teased, in the best and cruelest way. She grabbed Donna’s hand in her own, shaking ones when Cassandra rose to her feet and strode over to their mother. Hope filled Bela’s eyes and she bit her lip harshly as another orgasm washed over her, making her hips twitch and her body jerk on her lover’s lap. She was happy for once that Daniela kept all the maidens entertained and trained on her and Cassandra occupied her mother, ensuring no one saw her twitch and grind against her girlfriend like a lycan in heat.

”Please? We must go!”, she begged breathlessly when she noticed the brunette sister grab her lover’s hand and disappear out the room. Donna once again caught Bela around her waist as she attempted to stand and her legs gave in, steadying her and kissing the side of her face until the blonde squeezed her hand and walked over to the countess with the intention excuse herself from the party.

Donna laughed lowly as Bela pushed her against the door the moment it closed, whimpering and moaning as her hips dragged against her and she sank down on the dollmaker’s thigh. “P-Please, yes!”, Bela moaned, right on the edge with the vibrator turned up properly. She moaned as she wet her girlfriend’s thigh, grinding down harshly and arching her back at the pleasure. “I-need-“, she moaned, whimpering into Donna’s mouth as her lips shushed her.

”I know, doll”, Donna cooed. She was incredibly aroused and proud of the younger woman, a smile plastered on her face even as her underwear stuck to her and she felt like a touch alone could make her orgasm.

Bela shivered as her dress was peeled from her, kicking off her heels and moaning as the panties were taken from her and the dildo pulled out, mindlessly falling to the floor. Donna undid the clit clamp and dropped it as well, instead guiding her lover to the bed. Bela was utterly soaked, her cunt and clit red from the amount of orgasms she had been out through. She knew, she would give her lover at least one more.

She gasped as she was pushed backwards, her hips twitching and legs trembling as she watched the brunette undress. She moaned when wet panties were peeled away and she was granted a look at Donna’s soaked cunt.

Upon straddling the blonde, the lady of the village brought their lips together again, moaning and humming into Bela’s mouth, her tongue easily dominating the one of the younger woman.

”You have been…”- a kiss to Bela’s jaw, -“…such a good…”- another to her collarbone. The blonde threw her head back-“…and perfect girl for me today”, Donna finished, another kiss pressed to Bela’s chest. “You’ll be a good girl for me a little while longer, won’t you?”

”Yes, Donna”, Bela all but moaned. She whined as her lover angled herself up until her cunt rubbed against Bela’s, their wet and messy clits pushing against one another. Bela moaned at this, her head thrown back as both women started to move. Praises showered down on her as the skilled dollmaker played with her sore nipples, sucking and pulling them, squeezing and even twitching them a little. Bela shook under the woman, her hips grinding against the cunt weakly, her mouth dropped open as she moaned loudly.

”Does this feel good, doll?”

The blonde could merely moan and nod her head, whimper and cry as she felt on edge again already. She was so sensitive, she doubted she could last long until she hit the edge again. Donna was well aware of this. “Can you do mommy a favor, sweet flower?”, She cooed. Bela nodded, then, once her breathing evened again, added: “Yes, mommy, anything!”

Donna smiled proudly at the submissive woman. She felt warm and well on the way to her orgasm as well.

”Wait until Mommy tells you to cum, Bela”

The blonde mewled at this, thighs nearly pressing together to help her, yet Donna pushed them apart easily to continue grinding her clit against the one of the younger woman. Bela felt so close already, tears springing at her eyes as she attempted to hold back. She leaned up when Donna was in reach, sucking a nipple into her skilled mouth and moaning around it, her hands holding onto the brunette’s hips almost desperately. She was so, so close, and it was all that was on her mind.

Donna moaned on top of the woman, back arched as she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. She blushed and groaned quietly, by far less loud in bed than her needy lover. Still, she was utterly soaked, and the thought of soaking the blonde’s cunt in her own cream merely excited her more. Whereas Bela preferred to mark her using claiming bites all over the dollmaker’s pale body, the woman enjoyed ensuring Bela smelled of her. Whether that was in a vile way such as this, literally smearing her scent over the blonde woman, or by keeping her plant’s pheromones on Bela to subtly mark her, Donna enjoyed both.

She groaned as Bela teased and bit her nipples, her wet tongue around her breast. She was so close.

”G-Good girl, more, she groaned, cupping the back of the younger woman’s head to keep her against her breast and nipple. She felt herself right on the she and squeezed Bela’s jaw until the woman’s beautiful, golden eyes set on her.

”Cum, my sweet girl”

[rusalkaconcubine]

Do it's not my next essay (maybe two ahead of it?) But my partner got me a copy of Carmilla since I need to read it before writing my essay on the BellaDonna ship and... It's a vibe

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[team-avia]

The gayest moment you've been waiting for has finally arrived... All seven character routes for the Resident Evil ladies are finally here and very queer! That's right everyone, Resident Lover has finally launched!

Resident Lover is a visual novel set in a mysterious university. You're just trying to get by when a peculiar envelope finds its way to you. In one letter, your life gets flipped on its head, and soon you're hopping on a plane to Romania with nothing but your second-hand travel bag and a dream.

Take your pick from romancing roommates Daniela and Angie, wooing the lead actress Cassandra, seducing unforgiving student council president Bela, or flirting with death when going after Miranda, Alcina, or Donna.

Remember, some choices will cost you and some won't so be mindful to weigh the options.

Price: Completely FREE! Warning: Resident Lover contains scenes of horror and strobe lighting

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[heartdoomed]

Cuddling With Them

Pairing: Re Village Ladies

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Warnings: Mild sexual implications.

Masterlist

Alcina Dimitrescu

• Alcina is often surprisingly needy between four walls. When she arrives from a long day of stressful calls and dealing with her daughter’s shenanigans there is nothing she’d rather do than just rest her head on your lap and relax against your touch.

• Once this woman is fully comfortable with you, expect to spend entire hours just tangled with her and two glasses of wine.

• If you are a good listener she will brag her lungs out to you in her great drama-fashion. Ends up having someone to talk to is better than throwing expensive furniture at walls! You guys saved enough shopping trips with this.

• If you’re a talker rather than a listener expect everyone to hear you two laughing your hearts out about all shorts of subjects. She loves listening to whatever topics you are passionate about even if they aren’t much of her interest. Maybe she actually just loves how cute you look when you blabber to her.

• Just imagine laying on top/spooning with that woman. It’s like having a giant pillow that hugs you back (and often suffocates you on accident)

• If she isn’t petting your head she is definitely whispering sweet nothings to you. This woman just cant stay away from you when you both finally have a moment to be together in private — even if you two fall silent it will be the best silence you’ve ever experienced.

Bela Dimitrescu

• Oh this woman is absolutely lost in you. She was the first to suggest cuddling and she is an absolute menace when it comes to it. Just expect to be absolutely pampered by her. Pet names, face smooches, head pats, neck kisses, shoulder bites, and so, so much more.

• Bela has a thing for specific caring cuddles, such as cuddling together while you two bath, for example. A warm, fragrant bath is the perfect scenario for you both to relax together. She loves to wash your body, or just to have you help her wash her hair — imagine the unlimited possibilities of a playful bath time together.

• As much as she enjoys pampering you, Bela can be just as much of a pillow princess. She will absolutely love to be spooned or have her hair played with. Humming makes everything even better, she loves your voice, it’s just as comforting as the cuddling itself.

• Also the grumpiest when it comes to actually having to stop cuddling each other. She knows of her duties but leaving you on her bed to chase a runaway maid is inconvenient enough.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

• Putting it simply; It’s a challenge.

• If working on her feelings for you was hard, imagine getting this woman to give out affection like this? At first she thought cuddling was a waste of time, that she could be doing incredibly hunts with the time wasted doing nothing. That changed once you two first tried it out.

• You could never imagine how actually needy she was under her though behavior. Even more shocking was the fact that she once demanded you to spoon her instead. Of course she also enjoys spooning you, though getting away from her lock grip is almost impossible.

• She has this thing for feeling you as a whole; Taking in your scent, feeling your chest raise and fall, admiring your face while your eyes are closed. She is the jealous type after all, it’s just fair that she’d want to admire what is hers — though she will get flustered if you do the same, she is just not 100% used to romance.

• She is definitely a snarky cuddler, though. She will bite you if you end up teasing her about her softer side and if you both aren’t careful enough, a wrestling session will get her riled up.

Daniela Dimitrescu

• Are you kidding me? This woman LOVES cuddling to a point where she would actively “kidnap” you in order to receive more cuddles.

• She is a hopeless lover, of course she is kissing the hell of you during your cuddles. She finds it too adorable whenever you get flustered from her kisses, she may even get feisty and bite you out of playfulness.

• Prepare to do all short of things too, from reading books together to pillow fighting and covering all of her room in feathers — She will shoo you away in time to not get in trouble with Alcina. Her room is so full of secret passages that at some point you just got used to sneaking in and out whenever.

• Rainy dark nights awake together? Absolutely. You two would whispers secrets to each other while forgetting the need of sleeping.

• If you both just opt for a simple time together, get your ears ready to hear Dani blabbering about all shorts of stuff while getting comfortable onto you — If you stare too much at her you might even be able to rip out a blush or chuckle.

Donna Beneviento

• Oh, this poor woman.

• If showing her face to you took enough courage and self confidence of her, cuddling is a total different level of trust.

• Don’t take it personally, this woman loves you with every fiber of her being but receiving affection and giving affection aren’t things she is used with.

• But as soon as you two work it up you better be ready to be trapped. Once you two start cuddling Donna just can’t believe how much she loves it. She feels safe, protected, loved at least — This is better than anything she had ever imagined.

• At first things would be slow and steady, testing each other’s likings and boundaries. She loves to have her hair played with — she is a small spoon by nature, even if she is taller than you. When she is eventually comfortable enough to give you affection back, she often humms to you as she caresses your hand or back.

• She often gets flustered when you call out her cute antics that she hadn’t showed yet, she has her own affection mannerisms that she does her best to hide but you always encourage her to show herself more.

• Don’t be surprised if she easily falls asleep while cuddling with you, this woman is so affection deprived that being this comfortable around someone allows her to rest without worries. Funnily enough if she does falls asleep don’t expect to be able to escape her death grip, you are staying until she wakes up again.

Mother Miranda

• By far the most possessive but also the most demanding.

• It was kinda shocking to see Miranda undressed of all of her usual robes, without a mask her tiredness was visible but so was her piercing gaze upon you.

• You are her lover but she often calls you a pet nonetheless. Maybe she enjoys the thought— no, the certainty that you belong to her and that is a fact you can’t escape. She is a equally giver and a receiver, she demands obedience but also demands you to embrace her whenever she feels personally needy.

• Something she loves to do is to have your head on her lap as you two rest on her chambers. Reading letters and paperwork is much productive when she has you by her side, her slender fingers travel across your skull with a hauntingly soft touch — she will most certainly smile she feels your lips kissing her hand or your hand intertwining with hers.

• Expect either a comforting imperial silence or just whispers between the both of you. She prefers quiet cuddle sessions, probably due to her recurrent headaches from dealing with her bickering children.

• Just make sure to not tease or be too needy around her or this cuddling session will take a much heated turn.

AN: Phew I had a sweet time writing these! Hopefully more scenarios are coming soon~ Stares intently at my ask box

[amandayoungsreversebearstrap]

I WAS BORED SO I DID THIS ONE TOO 🤸‍♀️

[nemotheii]

“Did those dreams of me drive you as mad as the men who perish in your gardens?”

“Even more so.”

[jinxxparodiesproductions]

Here, ya’ll tumblr folks get to have this treat a bit early 😁 hope everyone has a good Easter 🐰

[charlessmiths-wife]

here - have some hcs about how the RE8 women would help you when you’re feeling a bit down! Bc we all know stress would be a lot easier to handle with some of our fave evil women by our side <3 ❤️💕💗💓

RE8 WOMEN COMFORTING YOU WHEN STRESSED/UPSET

ALCINA

-> In my mind Alcina sort of freaks out the first time she sees you get really stressed

-> she’s not been comforted much herself in her life, so she’s not entirely sure how to do it.

-> at first, she’s a tad maternal about the whole thing. she’s accustomed to comforting her daughters, however - she soon learns there’s a difference between the comfort of a mother and the comfort of a partner

-> and so with time, I reckon Alcina shifts and grows into an excellent partner to have around in instances of stress. she’s calm, she’s cool and collected. she’ll reason with you and rationally talk you down from your stress - before doing something with you to take your mind off it. maybe going for a walk or taking you on a date.

-> either way, your stress always dissipates with Alcina’s help.

BELA

-> Ugh. She can relate.

-> Bela is a stressed girlie herself, it’s something she’s accustomed to - therefore it’s something she’s used to dealing with.

-> She’d be very helpful. She’d talk it through with you, I reckon Bela is a great listener - and she’d hold you close whilst letting you talk about it for as long as you need.

-> picture this, your head on Bela’s chest, her fingers slowly stroking and combing through your hair whilst you tell her about all your worries, and she softly hums and nods along. being there for you every step of the way. who wouldn’t feel better?

CASSANDRA

-> lmao

-> Cassandra is the love of my life, so I can confidently admit that for a while babygirl would have NO IDEA what she’s doing

-> I think Cassandra is a very rational woman, and so seeing you upset immediately makes her think there’s some sort of immediate threat that needs sorting out.

-> so her initial reaction might be more… panicked than the calm and cool response you might see from the rest of her family members

-> however once you assure her you’re in no harm or danger, she’ll calm down, and then she can get to comforting you.

-> because she’s so rational, Cassie is EXCELLENT at providing advice for your situation.

-> she’ll sort whatever’s upsetting you out instantly. she’s just that good.

-> and, of course, she’ll do her best to comfort you along the way. Pressing a kiss to your forehead and reminding you how proud she is of you. I’m in love.

DANIELA

-> babygirl is like a KOALA BEAR

-> when Dani can tell your stressed/generally upset, she’ll cling to you. cuddling up with you as much as she can and not letting you go.

-> “oh my poor baby! come here, lie down with me.”

-> she’ll pepper your face with kisses. all whilst letting you complain all you need about whatever’s getting you down.

-> she’ll also join in on the complaining. which is just… so funny?

-> “ugh, I’m sorry about your boss my love…. she sounds like a total jerk!” “… you don’t know her, Dani.” “Still!”

-> it’s just very loving from her. as she is with everything. she’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly and tell you how loved you are, and remind you that you’ll always have her.

DONNA

-> the first time she sees you stressed or upset - DONNA. FREAKS. OUT.

-> somehow even more than Cassandra and Alcina combined.

-> however, as time passes and you guys get to know each other more and more… Donna becomes amazing?

-> she can instantly tell when somethings getting you down. and from there she acts as a silent but strong presence. she’ll guide you through whatever’s getting you down.

-> her go to plan is to run the pair of you a bath, and then cook you dinner. I head cannon Donna is an EXCELLENT cook and she knows how to cook up a comforting and hearty dish that’ll make you feel just better.

-> she’s very good at dealing with the emotional aspect of it all. she might not always know exactly what advice to give, but she is an EXCELLENT listener and she’ll always do her absolute best to calm you down. rubbing your back and holding you close, wiping your tears if needs be.

-> (can you tell im a massive Donna girlie?)

MIRANDA

-> surprisingly, she’s excellent.

-> Miranda’s well accustomed, in my mind, to dealing with you being upset/stressed about a situation.

-> she knows if you need comforting or advice.

-> if it’s comforting you need, she’ll pull out all the stops. running you a bath, rubbing your back, letting you talk it out.

-> if it’s advice you need, Miranda is excellent. she’ll help you sort your situation out as quick as possible.

-> no matter what, she’ll brew you a cup of tea and remind you not to let things get you down. she reminds you of the importance of only concerning yourself with what you can control.

-> she’ll tell you how well you’re doing, and how loved you are. kissing you softly and resting your forehead against hers. she makes the world calm down for you.

[bee-nutauthor]

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It seems that nowadays people can't share anything for free without being taken advantage for it. I will be taking down my fics. I apologize to everyone who genuinely enjoyed them but this sort of behavior is not alright.

[shortstrawberry]

A RL AU where Donna is Dr. Donna Beneviento, your Professor of Botany and Toxicology. Because we deserve it.

You met Dr Beneviento in a totally cliche way. By bumping into her while you're running late for your first day at college. At that time you didn't even realise she is a professor at the college. Dr. Donna has this young baby face that would make anyone think she's a senior at college, and not a woman well into her thirties.

So it's no wonder that you made a complete fool of yourself in the first meeting. You apologise 10 times for knocking her books all over the place. You also noticed her trying to hide her scarred side of face while gathering the very same books with you. Like a over enthusiastic idiot, you went ahead and tried to make your future professor feel comfortable about it with you.

"Scars are beautiful in my opinion. They show you survived so much. You don't need to hide them, at least from me."

Thankfully, Dr Beneviento didn't take any offence to your eager compliments, and instead just blushed and smile at you. That was enough for you to get your first crush at college. But like the gay panicky idiot you are, you didn't take her name or number. Still, you figured your roommates would know about her. How hard can it be to find a beautiful pale faced senior in college?

Not so hard, you figured out as the very same beautiful woman showed up in your Botany lecture. That's right, the woman you had tried to shamelessly flirt with was your Professor.

Understandably, you were mortified. You approached her after class, fully intending to kowtow before the professor in apology. Dr Beneviento though shyly waved your apologies away, instead asking you to assist her in her botanical garden.

A first year being asked to be a professor's assistant is no doubt strange. But Dr Beneviento was so insistent you take the job. She even went ahead and assured you a good pay and two days holiday in a week. Something she honestly didn't even need to do. You were already such a simp for her and would have done it for free.

And so starts you getting to know your Botany professor up close. The woman was almost always squeaky shy, the tempo of her voice barely reaching above her whisper. But when she stands on her podium, teaching a batch of 100+ students, you swear a spilt personality takes over the normally shy professor. It shows that Donna knows the shit she is teaching, and she demands respect over it from her students.

However, it soon became obvious that Dr Beneviento harbours a sweet spot for you. You'll always remember that one moment where she had caught you sleeping in one of her classes. You had stayed up all late tending to the new batch of soil you're preparing for the garden. The usually impartial professor came up to your seat, took off her trenchcoat and draped it over your sleeping form. She even went ahead patting your head before continuing with her class. She also did this in front of 100+ students.

After this, you can't help but get your hopes up high. Still, she's your professor and there's nothing you can do on your end. What if you have it all wrong and Dr Beneviento cares for you because you're her niece Angie's friend? And so you keep quiet.

Little do you know, Professor Donna Beneviento fell for you at first sight. Inviting you to be her botanical garden assistant was a ploy to get close to you. Inviting you and Angie to her cottage for dinner was a ploy to get to know you outside of classes and work. But just like you, Donna is also afraid of making the first move. Especially when you're still her student and she is so much older then you in age. For now, she is content to admire you from as close as she can get to you.

Wanna see a jealous and possessive Professor Donna in action? Let me know!

[muffinsin]

Could you write about Donna having her first sexual relationship with Bela? A story of Top Bela and Bottom Donna. Let Bela show her the power and passion of a Dimitrescu XDDD

Certainly, here we go with a lil BelaDonna drabble! ;)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

“Are you sure you’re ready, flower?”, Bela whispers, her plump, black painted lips mere inches from Donna’s soft ones.

A shaky nod. She feels her cheeks heat up as Bela raises a perfectly shaved eyebrow, her index and middle finger resting under the dollmaker’s chin and lifting it.

“When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer, draga”, Bela demands. Again, she is met with an even more flushed face and pink cheeks.

“Y-Yes, Bela!”, Donna squeaks out. The shy woman is embarrassingly turned on by her lover, even more so by the dominance Bela effortlessly possesses.

It’s evident, in the way she holds herself in a straight and respectable position, in her golden, predatory eyes that hold love for only Donna, in her precise, strong fingers and her flexing, subtle muscles when she moves.

Even in a state of undress, Bela effortlessly reminds Donna of who is in charge.

The dollmaker lays beneath the hovering woman. Her hands nervously playing with the sheets below her and her thighs pressed together anxiously.

Merely a black bra and panties cover her and her not-quite human lover.

Bela hums, her fingertips toying with the strap of Donna’s bra.

“Take it off for me, my sweet doll”, she whispers. A gentle spoken command, but a command nonetheless. One Donna, no matter her nervousness, cannot deny or reject.

With shaky, but tender hands she reaches up to feel the bra strap as well. With eager and hungry eyes, Bela stares down at her. Donna feels as though she will be pounced on and ravished any moment.

Oh, and right she is.

The moment Donna as much as shifts her bra and reveals one nipple, Bela can no longer hold back. She’s been patient, very much so, with her sweet, shy dollmaker. And she didn’t mind, of course.

Still, this sweet torture of waiting and being teased to seemingly no end overwhelms her now.

“YAAAH! A-Ah, Bel-Ah!”

Donna gasps sharply as her bra is grabbed and ripped off, the fabric simply torn aside as the blonde above her leans down to capture her nipple between her lips.

Never has Donna experienced such a feeling.

She groans and whimpers when her remaining nipple is sandwiched between two fingers, rubbed and tugged lightly.

She feels painfully inexperienced in comparison to her lover, and as though she is butter that melts under her touch.

Bela smirks as she raises her head, golden eyes staring into Donna’s dark one.

“You’re beautiful, my doll”, she speaks, her voice low and bottom lip still against Donna’s nipple. She squirms upon seeing the smudge of black lipstick around her nipple and on her perky breast.

“You’ve been hiding these entirely too long”, Bela coos, her hands groping shamelessly and making her lover moan.

When her lips are captured in a kiss yet again, Donna hums. She feels her chest being kneaded, tender, strong fingers touching what they have desired for so long.

Her eye widens when Bela pulls down her own bra, revealing smooth, pale breasts and light pink nipples that stand erect. Her breasts are smaller than Donna’s, though seem fuller and rounder.

The dollmaker yearns to touch them, yet feels entirely too shy to do as much as lift a hand from the bedsheets.

Bela, of course, notices this.

Donna gasps when her wrist is taken and her hand is pressed to Bela’s stomach, her fingertips exploring the smooth skin.

“You smell divine, Lady Beneviento”, Bela teases, the title of the dollmaker playfully attached. Donna knows, she is in no position to overthrow her girlfriend now. She feels all too flustered, too desperate for touch. She feels Bela’s knee against her leg, and her hand resting on Donna’s chest.

“Let’s have a taste, shall we?”

It’s all the warning Donna receives before the gold-haired woman pulls back, her fingertips hooked into the waistband of Donna’s black underwear.

“B-Bela..!”, she gasps, warm breath against her inner thighs and covered core before the younger woman pushes forwards.

“Mghmmm!”, she groans, her eye pressing shut and her hands fisting the sheets yet again when the blonde licks broadly across her slit.

“Do you like this, doll? You’re so soaked for me”, Bela teases. She flicks her tongue to where she feels Donna’s clit is, her fingers twitching and daring to pull the underwear down.

Donna gasps, her legs pushing together. Still, this seems to worsen it all, for she presses Bela right against her covered core with it, the blonde woman’s hums vibrating against her slit as she gets her clit licked and sucked through the soaked panties.

Donna immediately pulls her legs apart again when she feels teeth dragging against her inner thigh. A warning.

“Good girl, keep them spread for me, doll”, Bela commands. She smirks, relishing in seeing her submissive girlfriend blush and bite her bottom lip to stay quiet. She knows, she will eventually draw all the gasps and whimpers from Donna whether she attempts to muffle them or not.

“Your panties are soaked, Milady”, she teases, a small, slightly sadistic grin on her. “Are you enjoying my sweet self this much already? I have barely even touched you, doll”

Donna mewls as Bela rubs her clit through her underwear again, her hips raising. She feels the other woman’s finger still hooked in the waistband of her panties, daring to pull it off and reveal Donna’s most private area at last.

The brunette gasps sharply when she feels and hears Bela inhale, a deep chuckle brought from her lips upon smelling her girlfriend’s arousal from her sopping wet cunt.

Her panties glisten in the dim light of the room. Was Bela turned around, Donna would see her lover’s underwear state matching her own.

“Nhgnnn Be-Bela!”, Donna gasps, her hips twitching and a warm feeling bubbling up in her lower stomach. She squirms helplessly, gasping and moaning so much she sees fit to slap a hand over her mouth.

Bela coos at the sight.

Her precious, powerful dollmaker, shyly avoiding her golden eyes as her clit is rubbed through sopping wet underwear that outlines her thin pussy lips, her breasts marked with circles of smeared black lipstick.

Her brows are furrowed as she attempts to keep her eye open, whimpers and moans dragged even with her hand over her lips.

“Now, don’t tell me you’ll cum already, my little doll. I haven’t even started fucking you yet”, Bela speaks lowly, her thumb rubbing a little harder. She practically feels Donna’s wetness clinging to her through the panties.

“Mhmmm ‘se!”

Donna gasps when her hand is ripped from her mouth and instead pinned to the bed.

More moans tumble from her lips, her toes curling and thighs twitching. She is unsure whether she is about to reach utter bliss, yet hopes so. Either way, she awaits it in her lover’s arms.

“I can’t hear a thing you’re saying, pretty girl. Speak up”, Bela demands.

Donna’s eye rolls back, her back arching slightly. Never has the Dimitrescu seen a more beautiful sight. She wets her lips with her warm tongue as she watches, her thumb rubbing the overly sensitive bud below is harder and faster.

“I-Ah-ah! Ahhh! I ca-aahnt!”, Donna stutters. Her face is bright pink and warm save for her scar, her hair messy in its bun as her head rubs against the pillows underneath it.

Bela hums, as though considering this.

Donna inhales sharply when her panties are at last tugged down, yet already shrieks again when the pressure against her warm, swollen clit returns already, raw and even more intense than before.

With a lidded eye, she makes out Bela’s eyes closing as she inhales the scent on the garment, her tongue darting out to lick dry lips.

The sight makes her head spin.

“B-Bela! I can’t! I-A-Ah! It’s s-soAAG!!good!”

The blonde chuckles. It seems, her naturally quiet dollmaker is quite a songbird in the sheets.

“Mgnnnm! Be-aahh-la!”

The blonde smirks as she pumps a finger in and out of her sensitive lover, the tight, soaked hole taking her easily.

“You can’t, doll?”, she coos, yet the glistening, hungry spark in her eyes contrasts her sweetness. “Allow me to help you, then”, she adds with a smirk.

Donna grabs the sheets tightly as the finger within her thrusts and curls.

The pressure on her clit grows, so much so that poor Donna feels as though her body will break.

She’s twitching and squirming, her hips merely held down by a strong hand and a powerful grasp.

A single tear of overstimulation runs down her cheek, accompanied by moans and screams of joy and pleasure.

When she gasps and screams even louder, Bela hums. It would seem, she has found her darling dollmaker’s sweet spot.

“Please! Bela! I ca-aaahhh! I can’t hold back!”

The brunette’s head spins at the low chuckle she receives in return.

“I don’t expect you to”, Bela answers simply.

With another curl of her finger and another rub of Donna’s clit, the dollmaker screams, her thighs clench in together violently as she orgasms within the next few seconds.

She feels Bela keep thrusting, albeit slowly, to allow her to ride out her orgasm properly. She’s panting, her face pink when a kiss is set to her inner thigh.

“My doll, what a mess you’ve made…”, Bela tsks, a hungry glint to her eyes.

Donna pants as she watches through lidded eyes, when her lover’s face disappears between her legs.

[rusalkaconcubine]

I have accidentally assigned myself so much reading for my November essay. It's just about how the BelaDonna ship came about and I've got like five books to read and a film to watch.

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[infamous-light]

You Belong to Me Ch. 10

Alcina Dimitrescu x F! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9

AO3: You Belong to Me

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu's obsession knows no bounds as she becomes increasingly possessive over you. Will you succumb to her dark embrace, or find a way to break free before it's too late?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Yandere, possessive/obsessive behavior

The sharp bark of a dog jolted you awake, the sound cutting through the oppressive stillness of the forest like a blade. For a moment, you remained frozen, your breath caught in your throat. Then, faint voices began to reach your ears, their murmurs growing steadily closer.

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you pushed yourself up from the damp, mossy ground, crawling on trembling hands and knees toward the hollow tree's narrow opening. You peered outside, your heart pounding like a war drum. In the dim moonlight, faint figures moved between the trees, their outlines illuminated by the flickering glow of their torches. Squinting, you strained to count them. Too many. Far too many. They were spread out, meticulously sweeping through the forest.

“I saw her head this way earlier!” A man’s voice rang out, loud and certain, carrying through the trees.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, each beat louder than the last.

They were looking for you.

The realization clawed at your mind, icy and relentless. Had she sent them? Was this Lady Dimitrescu’s doing? The thought alone was terrifying, but as fear pooled in your chest, another possibility surfaced, far more chilling: if she had sent them, she might be out here too – searching for you herself.

Another bark – closer this time.

Your hiding place was no longer safe. If you stayed, they would find you; it was only a matter of when. You needed to move – fast and quietly. Gritting your teeth, you backed away from the opening, carefully gathering your belongings. Crouching low, you crawled out from the tree, the chill of the night brushing against your face. You slipped into the underbrush, moving as silently as possible, taking care with each step to avoid snapping branches or leaving tracks in the fresh snow.

You veered away from the direction the torches were coming from, navigating through the densest areas of the forest, hoping its thick cover would mask your escape. Snow began to fall again, blanketing your footsteps as you moved. Another bark echoed through the trees, sharper, nearer, and a cold dread settled over you – you didn’t have much time before the dog picked up your scent. Desperation clawed at you, urging you to move faster but you had to be careful not to make a sound that could give you away. You tread lightly, carefully maneuvering around brittle twigs and ducking beneath low-hanging branches. Whenever possible, you stepped along exposed roots to avoid leaving footprints in the snow.

In the distance, a small, rocky outcrop caught your eye – a cluster of jagged boulders encircled by a dense tangle of brambles and ivy. It wasn’t much, but it offered enough cover to hide if you could slip inside. Keeping low, you crept toward it, forcing your way through the thorny branches, wincing as it scratched across your cheek, but you pressed on. Finally, you wedged yourself into the narrow gap between the two rocks. Tucking your limbs tightly against your body, you held your breath, willing yourself to be as small and silent as a mouse.

You froze, breath hitching as the crunch of footsteps pressed closer. The dog barked again, its growl more focused, more certain now. You could almost picture it pulling its owner forward, paws scraping against the snow as it dragged them closer to your hidden spot.

A flicker of torchlight emerged through the brambles, and you stilled, watching as a villager stepped into view, gripping the torch firmly in his gloved hands. His breath misted in the frigid air; his face set with tension. He stopped abruptly, squinting into the darkness, and for one horrifying moment, his gaze seemed to settle directly on you.

“Nothing here.” He muttered, his voice low and gravelly.

The torchlight flickered unsteadily as he turned to regroup with the others, but the dog stayed rooted, its nose twitching with sharp, deliberate sniffs. The owner murmured something under his breath and gave the leash a firm tug, but the dog resisted and focused intently on your scent. Its muzzle dug into the snow, pawing furiously at the ground.

You pressed your body as close as possible to the rocks, the icy chill leeching deep into your bones.

“What is it?” The man asked the dog, his voice low as he moved back in your direction.

You held your breath, willing yourself to be invisible. He crouched low, his eyes scanning into the crevice. A heartbeat later, his eyes locked onto yours.

“I found her!” He bellowed as he turned to alert the others.

Panic surged through you, propelling you forward. You continued to force yourself through the narrow gap, leading out to the other side. Adrenaline rushed through you as you bolted out into the open, your feet barely touching the ground as you ran.

“Get her!” The man shouted.

You pushed yourself harder, lungs burning, eyes fixed ahead. The sound of the dog's paws crunching through the snow grew louder behind you, but you refused to slow down. Your legs screamed in protest, yet you willed them to move faster, ignoring the burning ache in your muscles.

Just as your foot struck on uneven ground, the earth beneath you suddenly gave way. You lurched forward, arms flailing in a frantic attempt to catch yourself, but it was too late. You plummeted down the steep edge of a ravine, rocks, and debris tearing at your skin as you fell. Pain shot through your limbs, but you barely registered it as you reached out wildly, fingers grazing the air, searching for anything that might stop your fall but there was nothing.

Finally, you came to a rough stop at the bottom, gasping for air. The pain in your legs was intense, a searing throb that pulsed through your joints, but you couldn’t afford to linger. You forced your head up, your vision clouded, and caught a flicker of light above – torchlight, swaying with each step. A man’s figure appeared; his silhouette was framed by the glow while the dog stood beside him.

You pushed yourself upright, gritting your teeth against the wave of dizziness that threatened to drag you back down. You couldn’t afford to stop – not now. The dog’s barking rang out through the ravine, and with no time to spare, you stumbled forward once more, legs unsteady but fueled by sheer determination.

The ravine seemed to stretch on forever, each step sinking into the thick, cold snow as your breath quickened. The landscape began to change, the trees thinning, and then, you finally stumbled into an open space. The ground here was softer, scattered with patches of green and yellow flowers that seemed to glow faintly under the glare of the moon. The air, oddly warm, wrapped around you, but you couldn’t focus on it. A wave of haziness washed over you, blurring your vision as the world swayed around you. The ground tilted beneath your feet, and your legs buckled, unable to hold you upright any longer.

Your knees hit the earth first and then the rest of your body followed, collapsing onto the soft grass below. You tried to blink, to clear the fog from your vision, but your body refused to respond. Just before you lost consciousness, a shadow flickered at the edge of your vision. Their silhouette sharpened against the glow of the lantern they held and then the darkness swallowed you whole.

***

You slowly stirred awake; your head weighed down by disorientation. However, awareness began to seep in a few moments later. The first thing you registered was the soft creak of the couch beneath you – comforting, yet unfamiliar. With some effort, you eased yourself into a sitting position, your gaze sweeping over your surroundings. It appeared to be a living room.

The warmth in the air was soothing, the kind that wrapped around you like a gentle, comforting blanket. Faded paintings, their edges softened by age, adorned the walls, and the air was thick with a mix of dust and a faintly sweet fragrance, reminiscent of dried flowers. It was peaceful here, yet a subtle unease began to coil at the base of your spine, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable. Something about this place, though inviting, caused a massive amount of discomfort to build deep inside of you.

You frowned as your gaze landed on a feminine-looking doll. She sat perched on a shelf; her porcelain face marred by cracks that twisted her features into an unsettling half-smile. Her dark eyes, unnervingly still, seemed to follow you – too aware, too watchful. Then, as if defying all logic, she moved – her head turning slowly to face you.

“Awake at last.” The doll crooned, her voice surprisingly clear, yet laced with a childlike, taunting edge.

Your heart leaped into your throat, the blood in your veins turning to ice as your mind raced to comprehend the impossible scene before you. No, no, no, you thought, shaking your head in disbelief. This isn’t possible. Panic flooded through you, and you tried to rise from the couch, but your limbs felt like lead. You gripped the edge of the cushions, desperately trying to steady yourself, but your body betrayed you, forcing you back into a slumped position, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

The doll’s laugh rang throughout the living room, high and eerie, sending an involuntary shiver creeping down your spine.

“You should see the look on your face!” She exclaimed, delighting in your terror.

Before you could freak out any further, a new, darker presence filled the room. A woman draped in black appeared, her features obscured by a veil. For reasons you couldn't explain, the silence that accompanied her felt oppressively heavy. Without a word, she glided into the living room, and a cold, chilling realization dawned on you just then – this had to be Lady Beneviento. The interior of the house was far more opulent than anything you'd seen in your home village. Plus, the stories whispered about her being a reclusive figure, always hidden behind a veil, never speaking a word. It made sense.

A long pause followed before the doll abruptly straightened, her movements quick and jittery.

“I know you’re wondering how you ended up here,” the doll’s gaze remained fixed on you, those dark eyes never blinking, never shifting. “Our gardener found you unconscious and we had him bring you to us,” then, leaning in closer, a wide grin spread across her face. “We know you’re the one the big lady is looking for.” Her voice took on a singsong quality.

Your lips parted, eyes widening in shock. Before you could question how the doll knew, she cut you off.

“She called us a few hours ago – what a surprise that was. You must be really special if Lady Dimitrescu is willing to go to such lengths for a pet.” The final word was spat out with venom, clearly intended to degrade you.

The doll tilted her head with a soft creak, the grin on her painted face almost stretching wider, as though it might split her porcelain face in two.

“Oh, and guess what?” she cooed, her sickly-sweet voice dripping with mockery. “The big lady is already on her way here. I sent our gardener to go fetch her. She’s been out there looking for you,” she giggled, a high-pitched, grating sound that made your skin crawl. “She’ll be so pleased to see you.” Leaning in again, her unblinking glassy eyes seemed to pierce right through you. “Or maybe not. That depends on how much trouble you’ve caused her, doesn’t it?”

You swallowed hard, your pulse spiking in fear.

“She’s coming?” You whispered, your mouth dry as dust.

The doll laughed again, sharp and unsettling, like shards of glass scraping together. “Oh yes!”

Lady Beneviento remained motionless, but you could feel her gaze on you. The thought of returning to Lady Dimitrescu washed over you like a cold wave of panic.

“No…” You murmured, the word trembling from your lips, barely more than a breath.

You tried to rise from the couch, but your legs buckled beneath you, sending you crashing to the floor. The lingering effects of whatever had been forced into you in that garden still clouded your senses, leaving you weak and dizzy.

“No, I can’t go back to her... I can’t!” You yelled, your breath coming in frantic, shallow bursts. The fear of what she might do to you, what she would do, twisted in your stomach, nearly suffocating you.

The doll let out a cackle. “You’re so silly!”

Lady Beneviento suddenly appeared in your line of sight, bending down to slip her hands beneath your arms. Her touch, unexpectedly gentle, steadied you as she carefully lifted you off the floor and placed you back onto the couch.

“Stay.” Her voice was low and husky, like it hadn’t been used in some time. Yet, it still carried a commanding weight.

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected sound of her voice.

Just as the silence settled, a sharp knock echoed throughout the living room, startling you. Lady Beneviento’s posture stiffened for just a moment, her head snapping toward the door. Wordlessly, she rose and walked toward it. When she opened it, you caught a fleeting glimpse of who you assumed was her gardener – a tall, older man, his face etched with years of labor. He muttered something, but the words were lost to you from where you lay. Lady Beneviento gave a subtle nod in response, her demeanor as stoic and detached as ever.

This time, you definitely heard what the gardener said as his voice lifted just slightly. “She’s in here.”

The instant those words hit your ears; a wave of pure dread shot through your body. Your heart thundered in your chest; each beat fueled by terror. Then, as if summoned by your fear, a long, white fur coat swept into view. You couldn’t believe it. She was actually here.

It wasn’t fair. You had barely escaped Lady Dimitrescu’s grasp, and now, somehow, you found yourself back in her clutches once more.

Tears stung your eyes as you instinctively shrank back, the reality of your situation sinking in. You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back the wave of emotion threatening to break free. You were going back. Back to the castle, to the nightmare you had desperately hoped to leave behind. Lady Dimitrescu ducked under the doorway, then rose to her full, imposing height.

And in that moment, her golden eyes zeroed in on you.

The gaze she fixed upon you was laced with fury, a simmering anger that seethed beneath the surface – but there was more, something deeper, a quiet, unmistakable disappointment. She closed the distance between you in long, purposeful strides, her presence growing until she towered over you.

“You truly thought you could leave me?” Her voice was deceptively calm, though the edge in her words sliced deep. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find you, pet?”

You tried to muster something to say – an excuse, a plea – but no words came.

Lady Beneviento lingered in the background, silent and unmoving. You stole a glance at her, and for reasons you couldn't quite grasp, you found yourself hoping for some sort of intervention. But she merely watched, as if she were observing the unfolding scene with the detached calm of someone waiting for an inevitable storm to pass.

Lady Dimitrescu crouched slightly, her long, sharp nails grazing your chin as she guided your face to meet her penetrating gaze. Her eyes narrowed as they locked onto the small cut marring your cheek. A flicker of something dark passed through them, an intensity so fierce it threatened to steal your breath.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice low and rich, vibrating with menace. “And I don’t take kindly to losing what’s mine.”

The tears you had fought so hard to suppress finally slipped free, and she smirked, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Then, Lady Dimitrescu's strong arms encircled you, lifting you effortlessly as though you weighed nothing at all. You let out a small squeak, struggling weakly against her hold, but it was no use. She cradled you in her arms like a helpless child, your body pressed against hers in a way that was both unnervingly intimate and suffocating. The scent of her – lavender mingling with some sweet orange – clung to you and your stomach churned in protest.

“No... please.” You whimpered.

“Be quiet.” Lady Dimitrescu hissed, her words sharp and cold.

Her grip tightened, her long fingers digging into your back, as though she feared you might vanish again if she loosened her hold even slightly. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed in the tense silence as she turned toward Lady Beneviento, inclining her head in a rare gesture of respect.

“Thank you, Donna. As always, your assistance is greatly appreciated.”

Lady Beneviento didn’t respond but the doll piped up. “You’re welcome!”

Lady Dimitrescu gave a brief nod to the gardener, who stood rigidly by the doorway, his gaze fixed on her with unease. Without sparing him another glance, she turned and ducked through the doorway, her grip on you unwavering as she held you close in her arms.

The cold night air hit your skin as she stepped outside, and you shuddered involuntarily.

“You had me worried sick,” Lady Dimitrescu's voice came, low and tight with frustration, yet tinged with something else, something softer. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you. You’re far too important to me for that.”

Her concern left you disoriented. You had never imagined she was capable of such worry – not for you, at least.

“I –” You started, your voice cracking, but she silenced you with a glare that left no room for argument.

“Don’t,” Lady Dimitrescu interrupted, her tone icy but no longer furious. “You’ve already said enough by running.”

Her hold on you tightened even more.

“I’ll deal with you properly once we return,” Lady Dimitrescu stated flatly. “For now, you will remain silent.”

As she carried you through the forest, you couldn’t help but feel like a prize being returned to its pedestal, trapped once more in the gilded cage you had once fought so desperately to escape from.

[donnasmeatballs]

Finally got round to editing these from con… 🫣

@duvernost