#the shitposty beginning was my favorite part to write ngl 😂

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Happy 1,500, lovelies! 💋

1,500 followers?? 😲✨ As always I'm in awe and just so incredibly grateful for how many people follow and enjoy my cursed and (very) thirsty thoughts, drabbles, and fics on this blog! You're all amazing and I thank you so much for hanging with me! 😁 As a small thank you, please enjoy this tasty little reward (her mouth, as chosen by all of you 😏) from our favorite Countess 😌♥️

Warning for a shitposty beginning (sorry, but I had to 🤣)

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You looked out across the vast crowd of people who had lined up behind you. A true testament to just how loved the Countess was (or wanted), and while you had your doubts about how true what the Fae that led you all there had said, your heart couldn't help but pound in anticipation. 

As soon as he Castle does swung open the crowd immediately quieted, a very perplexed Bela Dimitrescu standing before you. 

"Uh.." 

"Bela, who is it- .. what in the absolute fuck?" 

"Daniela, language." Came the Lady's voice from behind her. 

"Sorry, Mom.. but you're not gonna believe this!" 

This time Cass' head popped out from between her sisters.

"And here I thought I've seen everything..." She chuckled. 

"Really, darlings, what could possibly be so interesting-" 

The moment the Lady's large figure stepped into the door frame you could feel a collective blush move over the crowd - a few mouths falling agape. Lady Dimitrescu stood stunned for a minute before her fingers came to the bridge of her nose. 

"Oh for fuck's sake." 

You swallowed hard, instantly regretting your decision to believe the tricky little woodland creature. 

"MOM.. LANGUAGE." Exclaimed a very amused Daniela. 

"I'm sorry, little moth. It's just.. I knew I should have never made a deal with that Fae." 

"Deal with a.. fae?" 

The Lady sighed and turned to her eldest daughter. 

"I'm afraid the specifics at this point are unimportant. Bela, be a dear and clear my schedule for the remainder of the week." 

"Yes, Mother." 

Your heartbeat damn near accelerated when the Countess turned her attention to you next. "And Daniela, escort this one to my office. I'll be with them in a moment."  

"Aye-aye, Mother!" 

With Lady Dimitrescu no longer in ear shot, Cass let out another chuckle, walking side by side with her younger sister as the two of them led you to the Lady's office.

"Did you see the size of that crowd?"

"Yeah! Must be like… a thousand blood bags out there." Dani answered with a cackle. 

"Fifteen hundred to be exact." You said softly, making both women stop in their tracks and turn. 

"Fifteen- .. nope. You know what? I don't wanna know." Cass replied.

"Ha! Mom's sure got her work cut out for her!" 

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW." 

Daniela cackled even louder this time. 

"Welp, we're all gonna know by the end of the night. You know how sound travels in these corridors." 

You watched Cassandra slink a little lower and sigh. 

"I'm sleeping in the dungeons tonight." 

When the three of you finally reached the Countess' office Dani gave you a little wink and opened the door. The middle daughter scowled and gave you a firm nudge into the room. 

"Alright, let's get out of here. And let's have Bela make one of the maids bring the next one in." 

Daniela gave her sister a nod before closing the door behind you, leaving you to yourself. You took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of the exact woman you came to see. Subtle notes of oak and cigarettes, with the slightest undertone of wine.

At least you hoped it was wine. 

The office itself held a large desk with a formidable looking chair, a fireplace made of mortar and a rather comfortable looking satin loveseat. Though, of course, you wouldn't dare sit on it. Not without the Lady's permission, that was. So you stood quietly by the crackling fire, allowing the firelight to dance warmly across your skin until you finally heard the heavy footsteps of the Countess. 

You swallowed hard, heart beating faster than it ever had in your entire life - pounding in your throat. 

Why had you wanted to go first again?? 

As soon as she entered the room, though, you were quickly reminded. Her large frame draped in nothing more than a sheer crimson robe, the soft fabric clinging deliciously to all of her curves. It was all you could do to stare, mouth open and cheeks a deep shade of pink. How were you.. what was she.. you could feel your brain on the brink of gay panic. 

"Breathe, dear. I'd prefer it if you didn't pass out until after I was finished with you." 

That.. she.. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your heartbeat in your throat. 

"S-sorry, my lady. I just.. wasn't.. ah.. expecting.." 

You swallowed again, every inch of you burning with a desire that you have never quite felt before. 

"Mh.. were you expecting something a little more modest then?" 

You nodded. 

"Well..  I assume all of you came here for your reward, did you not?" 

"W-we did.. it's just.." 

You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. Words failing you at every attempt. How could she expect a comprehensive response looking like that?? The Countess merely chuckled before taking a seat at her desk, her legs crossing regally. 

"Flustered little thing, are we?" 

She smirked in a way that willed a deep heat across your body. Again, you only nodded. Though the strangled whimper in your throat surely told the large woman everything she needed to know. 

"Mhm.. as it was," she continued, "I'd rather not soil my dress in this process. While this, I can discard quickly at any time.. if needed."  

Your gaze couldn't help but to rake over the length of her, an act that immediately made you blush even harder. 

"Ah, yes.. that is… very logical reasoning, my lady." 

The Countess laughed softly, a slight shake to her head.

"You are rather adorable, I'll give you that." 

You weren't even sure what sort of sound had next escaped your throat but you felt like your whole body was due to burst into flames at any second. 

"Come here, pet. I can already smell how bad you want me." 

Gods, how the silky tones of her voice alone made your core clench around nothing. And you obeyed, of course - who wouldn't? - dutifully walking closer to where Lady Dimitrescu sat. 

Rays of golden hues shining in from the large window behind her basked her large frame in a warm glow as she leaned back, power radiating from the simple pose. Her chin lifted slightly and a single eyebrow raised, watching you with intent as you came to stand in front of her. 

"Undress." 

"Yes, my lady." 

In all your years of sexual encounters, you had never divulged yourself of your clothes so quickly - standing before the Countess wearing nothing but a deep flush. 

"Mmh.. absolutely exquisite." 

Her words were like a physical caress within themselves, with a predatory look in her eyes that only made the space between your legs grow wetter. The way she moved in closer, heat rolling off of her body as large hands came to grasp onto your hips, instantly making you gasp. You whimpered slightly as the sweet sting of her nails dug into your supple flesh.  

Before you even had a chance to ask for what you wanted - to make a plea of a prayer and beg her to ravage you - your body was lifted with ease and your back against the cool, hard wood of her desk. So fast it practically made your head spin. Legs spreading for her almost subconsciously. 

And even given her height - even as the Countess sat back down, her large frame could still easily lean over you, nostrils flaring as she breathed in your musk. The chilled castle air around you only making the arousal between your legs ever more prevalent. She traced a single finger up the slit of you before bringing your essence to her mouth - tongue swirling around the tip of it, licking off the taste of you and making you shiver. 

"Tell me, pet." She paused, wettening her lower lip. "If you had your choice, what would you choose as your reward?" 

Your gaze immediately moved to her mouth, watching as a slow smirk began to curl at the edges. 

"Mhm.. precisely as I thought." 

You squirmed at the feeling of her warm breath skating over your inner thighs, the raw desire that moved over you unhindered was incomparable to anything you'd ever experienced. How your body ached - core dripped - all from the mere proximity of her. 

"Please." You begged. 

It was that single word coated in nothing but want that made the Countess hum in satisfaction, reveling in just how badly you wanted her - in how wet she made you - all without barely even touching you. She moved slow, like a predator, calculating her every move. Her gaze never faltering - locked into yours as if to dare you to look away. Of course you didn't - how could you? Not with the way she looked at you. Not with how the burning embers between your legs drank you in just before her tongue did the same. 

And gods, how you moaned, releasing a chorus of pleasure into the air like someone who hadn't been touched in months… years. The small of your back lifted effortlessly off the desk and your hips held safely in the Countess' hands as she pulled you forward, lengthening her tongue as far into your core as it could go. 

The absolute strength of it - the control - filling you deliciously before it flexed inside you. 

"Mmph- .. f-fuck." 

Your fingernails doing their best to dig into the hard wood beneath you as she murmured a single word against your clit. 

"Language." 

The vibration alone was enough to make you want to curse again, but you feared that would only make the Lady stop, leaving you a needy, dripping mess on her desk. So for now you only bit your lip, muffling the words that threatened to break through as her tongue began a slow and steady pace into you. The tip of it hitting exactly where you needed it to and spurring a wave of pleasure across your body with each thrust. 

"You taste divine, pet. Absolutely delicious." 

You whimpered embarrassingly - both at her tongue stopping and at her praise. 

"My lady… please.. don't.. stop.. please." 

You even went as far as to buck your hips needily in her hands, an act that only made her grasp on them tighten, claw seeping ever so slightly into the flesh of them. 

"Now, now.. behave pet." 

A single nip at your inner thigh had you crying out, tears of need playing at the corners of your eyes. 

"Sorry.. Countess.. please.." 

You could barely breathe let alone speak- barely speak let alone breathe. Words forced out through hitched breaths. Through needed want. Your arousal practically dripping onto the Lady's desk as she kept you lifted. A most unholy sound ripping through your throat when she dragged the width of her tongue up the slit of you, sucking over your clit before driving it back in. And of course the Countess moved your hips in tandem - with large, muscular hands flexing to grind your core against herself. The sheer size of her mouth fully enveloping you. 

It was a warmth like no other - heated and wet and oh so divine. Her tongue claiming you with each thrust. With every swirl over your clit and the hungry moans the Lady made at your taste. You had never been indulged in in such a way, with her insatiable mouth devouring you and her nails in your skin. 

"Please.. so close…" 

The Countess took your queue, curling her tongue in a way so it slide delicious over your clit as she continued to drive it deeply into you. Sucking every so often until she felt her hips begin to jerk. The movement alone almost seemed to fuel her on. As she lifted you even higher and dug her nails deep into your skin, forcing drops of crimson to trickle down your outer thigh. Her tongue became ravenous, her eyes completely dilated as she looked up at you. A gaze you could only hold for a minute before your head was falling back in a scream. White hot ecstasy spilling over your body like a warm bath. Igniting everything in it's path and blurring out your vision. 

Every inch of you was taut with desire as the violent orgasm ripped through you. And the Lady drank in every last drop of you, drinking it in until you were a breathless mess in her hands. Panting as she lowered your body back down to her desk. The rich wood cool against the heat of your skin. 

"Mmh.. well, well.. aren't you a little treat." 

The sight of her catching her breath between your legs - through half lidded eyes - with your essence still shimmering all over her ivory skin. 

"You.. fuck." 

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, rising to her full height and lit a cigarette. 

"Language, pet."

"S-sorry." 

You closed your eyes, not able to move a single muscle as you let the after bliss roll over you. Waves of warmth that could only make a person's toes curl. 

You felt a soft kiss to your forehead and her scent wash over you as the Lady made her way towards the door. 

"Take all the time you need to collect yourself, dear. I'll have one of my daughters bring you a glass of water."

"Mh.. thank you, my lady." 

"Think nothing of it." Alcina replied, a soft swish of her robe and the turn of a lock. "Oh, and be a dear and send the next one in on your way out, hm?"

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