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Lady Dimitrescu rarely slept. One of the many advantages of her mutation, she had told you once, but that never stopped her from spending at least a few hours each night cuddling you. Often it was after exhausting you into a deep slumber first, but other times, she simply held you and talked with you for a good chunk of the night, until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. It was one of your greatest comforts, falling asleep in her arms. Rarely, however, you woke up in them.
So it came as a welcome surprise when the first thing your conscious mind registered was the furnace-hot, tall figure curled around you. And the large hand palming one of your tits in a soft grip.
The steady, slow heartbeat echoing from her chest to your back indicated Alcina was deeply asleep. You could count the times that had happened in one hand.
You were tucked in under her chin, back to her chest, held snug against her front, with one of her legs thrown over yours. She laid both of you on your sides, her free arm under her head. Fiercely, you wanted to see her restful face, free of worry or stress for once, but waking her up was simply out of the question. You settled for cuddling back into her, holding the hand over your breast and making an almost inaudible happy noise.
There was no place in the entire world you would rather be. So what woke you up?
A rumble rose from her chest, the familiar husky tone of her voice murmuring your name and a few words in the old romanian dialect she rarely spoke. The hand at your breast squeezed, and right as you squirmed from it, her hips rolled into your backside, a notable stiffness pressing against you for a moment before the lady settled back, still murmuring incoherently.
Ah. That would certainly explain it.
“Darling, stay. I need to make sure they know you’re mine."
Alcina pulled you nearer, all but grinding against you in her sleep. What you managed to decipher of her words made you think someone might be trying to steal you away in her dreams, which would explain the clinginess and the occasional growls between words you did not understand but could guess were old profanities.
Still holding onto her hand, you decided to try and ease her worries.
“I am not going anywhere, my Lady. I’m yours, and nobody could take me away from you.”
You had never said these words out loud to her. It felt good, even if you hoped your devotion was clear from your actions as well.
A deep sigh made her chest rise and fall, and you thought for a moment your mistress had gone back into peaceful slumber. A foolish thing to assume, since when had Lady Dimitrescu ever left a challenge to her domain, even imagined, go unanswered?
A fast, sleep-slurred tirade followed, with only one word in it you recognized. Mine.
Her hips picked up speed, grinding her length against your backside with no regard for the thin nightgowns serving as the only barrier between your bodies. With a possessive growl at the back of her throat she continued to call your name between snarled threats to whatever imagined foe Morpheus had conjured up for her.
You couldn’t say you were unaffected either. Such proof of her desire and affection for you, even while unconscious, left you wet and aching, her cock so near you could feel the warmth of her precum sliding down her shaft as she tried to pound into you in vain a sweet torture all of its own. You did your best to grind back, to at least help her get some relief (and very much planning to slip your hand between your legs right after), when an idea struck you.
It was… a little unconventional, and there was a good chance she might wake up, but that would not be so terrible, would it?
Carefully, you tried to move around, to see how much give your Lady would allow. Unsurprisingly, the answer was very little. Her leg was unmovable from around your waist, except as she used it to pull you in further against her thrusts, and her hand would not part from your breast for love of life or money. Even the suggestion of moving away from her made a violent, snarling threat leave Alcina’s lips. That did not help with your self-control, as more wetness painted your thighs in answer to her claim of you.
But you would not leave your mistress - or yourself - to suffer with unrequited desires like a couple of adolescents discovering themselves. With as plaintive a tone as you could muster, you spoke.
“Alcina, it’s alright, I’m right here, and they can’t do anything about it. I want to make you feel good too, yes?”
A softer calling of your name was your answer, with a frustrated little noise following when she curled further around you.
Not the result you wanted, but not one you could complain about either. Alcina being so much taller than you meant she was perfect for cuddles, and right now, held so tightly against her breasts and with her soft but iron strong arms and legs around you, her scent all you could smell in the room - regardless of the low burning fireplace in the opposite wall of the bedroom - there was no safer place in the universe for you.
You took a moment to enjoy it, then focused on the task at hand.
“Let me pull our nightgowns up, it’ll feel better if they’re out of the way.”
There was no answer this time, only a continuation of that deep rumble low in her throat. You took it as a yes.
Slowly, you squirmed around, managing to tease her thigh with circling caresses until you could lift it enough for you to pull your nightwear up. At that moment, you were very thankful that was the maximum amount of clothes Alcina allowed into her bed, no underwear included.
Managing to create enough distance between you two so you could do the same for her was… a challenge, to say the least. A lot of sleepy curses followed, mingling with your own huffs and swears. The awkward way you had to contort your arm back and pull at her clothes blindly - allowing enough space for you to turn around was apparently unacceptable to your Lady at the moment - did not help.
Eventually, however, you managed, and your hand slipped down the softness of her belly, feeling for the stretch marks you had spent hours worshiping (and planned to do so again as soon as possible), before inelegantly palming her length.
Her reaction was instantaneous. Lady Dimitrescu, ever desirous of what was hers, thrust into your grasp eagerly, her already rock hard nipples poking at your back through both layers of silk, and her hand squeezing your tit almost painfully.
“Perfect, my pet, just-”
That was all you got from a string of what sounded like praise.
“Told you it would be good, Mistress.”
You couldn't help but reply, knowing if she was awake, such cheekiness would have won you at least an hour of denial. Proud as you were over her reaction, you couldn’t keep this position for long, so phase two of your plan needed to be implemented.
Pushing yourself up slightly, and convincing your lady to raise her leg again, you let go of her cock with a disappointed groan from both of you, only to maneuver yourself so you could take it in hand again and bring it to your awaiting cunt.
And by whatever god might listen to you, it felt heavenly. Alcina never stopped the movement of her hips, so her cockhead hit your clit as soon as she felt your heat. She thrust between your thighs, her length gliding through the abundant wetness.
A gasp left you at the feeling, and soon you found yourself painting from the sensations. And the visual of it too. You knew your Lady was well above average, of course you did, you had taken that wonderful girth more than enough times to grow very familiar with it. But having such a moment for yourself, where Alcina was plainly using you for her pleasure, with no teasing or mean words to distract you, only moans and growls of primal pleasure coming from her… it hit differently.
For a moment, you could not believe her cock had fit, and would do so again, in you. Thicker than your wrist, easily, and longer than any dildo you had seen, it was an impressive sight. Grey as the rest of Alcina, the contrast with your skin was lovely to you, and the way it glimmered in the low light - for it was more than lubed up by now, between the two of you - made your walls clench with yearning.
“Alright, ‘Cina, do you wanna finish in me?”
This type of teasing you could get away with, sometimes. But it was different when Alcina’s defenses were so low, when her reaction was a genuine, plaintive whine as she continued her movements in vain. So you magnanimously decided to help.
With a light touch, you took her in hand again, first holding her so you could squeeze her cockhead every time she glided by your clit, as a treat, before guiding her next thrust true.
It was then you realized, wet and ready as you were, that maybe spending a minute to finger yourself a little might have been a good idea.
For all her talk, Alcina was very conscious of her size in relation to yours, and careful about it. Sleepy Alcina wanted to fuck you raw as quickly as possible, and as soon as her cockhead found your entrance, she thrust herself halfway in, setting up a punishing pace born out of what must have been the better part of an hour of foreplay.
The stretch took your breath away, and you could not get it back, for in her second pass she hilted inside you. Now there was not much left for you to do, aside from grinding back to help her pound you into a happy oblivion.
“Fuck, fuck, Mistress, I love you so much.”
That was another thing you hadn’t really spoken aloud before, but it felt right to do so at this moment.
Her pace picked up, and you found pleasure making your back arch as much as it could, a long moan of her name mixing with the sounds of skin hitting skin.
Sudden movement made your eyes snap open, finding yourself lying belly down on the bed, one of Alcina’s arms on the bed by your head, the other finally leaving your breast to trail down your body, patting the coarse hair at the top of your thighs before reaching lower to make tight circles on your clit. Her legs bracketed yours, firming themselves onto the mattress and giving more power to her thrusts, the combination of which made your mind go blank for a second.
“I was having a very pleasant dream, darling. What joy to find reality matching it so.”
It took you a moment to decipher her words, and when you realized it was english, you clenched so hard you almost came.
Above you, holding you down to the bed with her body and pounding into you relentlessly, Lady Dimitrescu laughed low, her voice a threatening rumble. Oh, she was most certainly awake alright.
“You did say something about me finishing inside you, correct? Well, you are getting it, iubita mea, after you spend as long as I have getting teased.”
She kissed your cheek, grazed her teeth down your neck, and fucked you as hard as she dared.
You wanted to argue, to say her sleeping self didn’t leave you much space to work with, but you knew that tone very well. Your Lady had decided to take her pleasure from you, just as you wanted, and so she would.