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Neither you or Donna ever could have ever guessed the extent that the relationship between a maid and her lady could go.
You were sent to her by the Duke, as she had needed a trustworthy housekeeper. He had praised you, knowing you were looking for work, but not keen on finding it at Castle Dimitrescu. So, you showed up on her doorstep, ready for work in exchange for a fair price and two consecutive days off a week.
You were always polite, and she found the dolls enjoyed your company. Still, she nervously hid herself away, too shy to make a connection, and communicating with you through Angie. She was afraid of scaring you away, as she was a monster, and to her, you were pure.
It took an unfortunate morning, two months into your employment, where she came to find the electricity in her basement workshop had been acting faulty. To her annoyance, it would be much too difficult to work by candlelight with only one good eye, and Lord Heisenburg would be unable to come by to fix it for a week.
So, she found herself, and her sewing equipment, working in the study. You had seemed surprised, but not at all upset, to see her when you came over for your duties. While her presence was always a bit of an enigma, you had always enjoyed the few interactions you had with her. You especially savored the sound of her voice. You pictured the face that paired with it, based on the only portrate of her that was hung by the staircase.
“My lady, let me know if I can get you anything while you work. I may throw on a kettle in a minute, would care for any tea?” You had offered, taking books off the shelf to dust. You were hoping this would be a good opportunity to break the ice a little, and get to know the lady of the house a little better.
“No, I- Angie, be careful!” She scolded the doll, who was flying around the study in excitement. The doll uncerimoniously knocked into the stepladder you were using to reach the higher shelfs.
You fell backwards, your heart racing. No, it wasn’t a tall height to fall from, but you would still likely get hurt, and aside from not being able to afford to miss more than a day of work, you were also flustered about falling in front of the lady.
You closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but instead found yourself being caught by a pair of surprisingly strong arms.
“I-I’m sorry, I should have deactivated her earlier, she was way too excited about working up here. Are you alright?” Donna sounded as flustered as you felt.
“Lady Beneviento, you saved me.” You said, placing your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself as she set you on the ground.
“Well yeah, I-what was I going to do, let the best maid I’ve ever had take a nasty fall?” she scoffed.
You chuckled, and that was the moment a friendship between the two of you began to bloom. No longer would she hide away during your days at the manor, instead she found herself seeking your company. You had even begun staying late for dinner twice a week, and every so often you would stay overnight in the spare bedroom so you and the lady could watch old films together on the projector.
It was half a year into your employment, and four months into your friendship with the lady, that your mother had decided that, at the ripe age of twenty-eight, you would marry the neighbor’s son, who was almost ten years older than you. You had outright refused. You had no interest in men at all, a discovery you had made about yourself in your early twenties, and much preferred the company of other women. Lately, you craved the attention of only one other woman.
“You’ve waited too long, you should have had children by now! And a husband! Think of how it will look to the villagers if you never marry.” She and your father had both insisted.
“No, I cannot. I do not want to marry that disgusting man!”
You ran outside, away from the house. You didn’t think about where you were going, as your legs carried you. But you had run all the way to Lady Beneviento’s house, and right into her arms as she had been outside hanging laundry when she saw you heading towards her.
“What’s the matter? Who hurt you?” Donna demanded to know as you buried your face in her chest and sobbed.
“My mother..S-she, means to marry me off. Donna, please don’t let her.” You begged, holding onto the fabric of her dress as if it were a lifeline. “I don’t want to marry that pig.”
Donna’s hold on you tightened and you heard her curse under her breath.
“Tesoro, I-I won’t. You will move in and live here, with me.” She said, surprising herself. “I won’t let anyone lay a hand on you.”
After you had calmed a little, Donna walked you back to your mother’s house to retrieve your belongings. She silently stood gaurd in the doorway while Angie cursed anyone who dared to come near you. Your parents were too cowardly to put up a fight with one of the Lords, and you were able to gather your belongings, and your cat, Clover, and left to begin a new chapter with your lady.
Angie was excited to have a cat around the house. Donna was at first skeptical, but she grew fond of the black cat as your pet began showing affection to her by cuddling in her lap whenever she sat in the study to read.
“DONNA! SHE GOT IT!” Angie cackled one afternoon a week into your stay when Clover caught a mouse and proudly marched her kill through the house.
“Ew, Clover drop that.” You said, getting out of your chair to chase after the cat.
“I suppose she is just earning her keep.” You could hear the smile in her voice, even if you couldn’t see it with the veil she hid behind. You wondered how beautiful her smile must be and longed to see it. She gasped in surprise when the cat dropped her kill at her feet, and you quickly grabbed the broom propped in the corner of the room to sweep it outside.
“Well, my lady. It seems Clover has taken a liking to you.” You chuckled, brushing your disheveled hair out of your face.
“Well…at least that will take care of our mice problem, I suppose.” Donna sighed.
“Donna…” you said after a moment of silence. “Thank you, again.”
“For what, tesoro?” She asked.
“Taking us in. You didn’t have to.” You said. She stood and took your hand in her own.
“You were so unhappy, and terrified. I needed to do something. Besides…I uh, really enjoy your company and Angie and I are glad you’re here.” Donna rambled. “It was lonely before you came around.”
A few days later, over a few too many glasses of wine, the two of you curled up for a film. Midway through, you grew cold, and scooted closer to her, leaning into her side and laying your head on her shoulder. Her slightly trembaling hand found purchase on your knee and you smiled. You looked up at her, able to see a small part of her jaw exposed. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned in to place a gentle kiss there. She gasped at the contact, and for a moment, you were nervous you had taken things too far.
“Tesoro, do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?” She asked.
“I’m sorry Donna, I just- I really like you. A lot more than just as a friend…” You said, quietly.
“Y/n, do you really mean that?” The woman in black asked.
“I do. When my mother told me I had to marry that man, I could only think about how I wanted to be with you.” You answered her.
“You’ve never even see my face…I’m a monster, Y/n.” Donna said, taking your hands in her own and bringing your hands under her veil.
“Maybe you should let me be the judge of that, Donna.” You whisper as you trace her jaw and lips with your fingertips. Your breath hitches as she lets go to remove the veil.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Her breath tickled your fingers. Your didn't breathe as she revealed herself to you. She clenched her jaw, a blush spread across her face as she watched you take her in.
“My lady, you’re beautiful.” You said, softly cupping her cheeks. All those months staring at her portrait, she was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. “I would very much like to kiss you.”
“D-do uh, I- I would like that a lot.” She stammered.
Your first kiss was sweet and gentle. Her breath tasted of wine and the strawberries she had eaten for dessert after dinner. It felt right to her.
“Tesoro- I…” Donna whimpered when you finally pulled away. “I promise to care for you, so long as you’re with me.”
“And I you, my lady. Please, kiss me again?”
So began your courtship. Life with Donna was relatively quiet, and you fell into an easy routine with your partner. Some days were like living in your own little slice of Heaven. Some days, like days where she had meetings with Miranda, or days where her mental health was poor, were worse. But you always stayed by her side, no matter how bad of a day she had.
The first time you made love was a three months into your courtship. Donna had been hesitant to take that step and you didn’t want to pressure her, or scare her away. You knew, from heated nights of kissing and gentle caresses over clothes, the cadou had changed her body in more ways than giving her powers and the deformity on her eye. You found it to be a pleasant discovery, feeling her excitement as you sat on her lap during one of your more steamy makeout sessions. From then on, you would always make it your mission to try to get her worked up for you, but she always ended things to cool down before you could go further than just a bit of grinding.
The day she finally made love to you had been one of the best of your life. Early in the afternoon, Donna had gone to her sister’s castle for tea. An annoyance she tolerated whenever Alcina called upon her for company. Alcina had taken an interest in you, after Donna brought you along to a family meeting. You were thankful the other Lords, and Mother Miranda, had mostly ignored you, giving you little acknowledgement except when it was to congratulate Donna for finding you. Alcina, however, had stared at you with golden eyes through the entire meeting, her expression unreadable to you.
The other lord had called Donna over for tea to discuss her relationship with you . Donna insisted you stay behind, at home, while she dealt with Alcina.
You felt sorry for your lover, really. But part of you was also thankful to have an afternoon to yourself. You had an itch to scratch that was almost impossible to do when Donna was home. You hadn’t had a moment to yourself in a while, and had been releaved that the opportunity for a little self-care had presented itself to you.
You kicked Clover out of the room for privacy, and undressed before climbing into the bed you now shared with Donna. You closed your eyes and let your hands wander your own body, until you felt turned on enough to play with your cunt. You thought of Donna as you touched yourself, growing wetter as you imagined what it might feel like if she touched you. How good it might feel to have your lover deep inside of you. You held back moans as you rubbed your clit, thoughts of Donna filling your head.
You were so caught up in chasing your pleasure, you hadn’t noticed when Donna arrived home. She had searched the house for you, but when she saw Clover waiting outside the bedroom, thought you might be napping and wanted to join you for a recharge.
Donna froze upon seeing you. An angel was in her bed, she thought. She had no idea how she got so lucky. She felt herself grow hard, and tried her best to ignore it as she closed the door quietly behind her so Angie wouldn’t follow her in.
“D-Donna.” You moaned her name, rolling your hips into your own hand. “Please, Donna-” Still unaware of her presance.
Donna continued watching for a moment, before finally deciding she needed to do something. Here her woman was, spread out and needy for her. Why should she deprive herself of you? She undressed before approaching the bed. A dip in the mattress finally made you aware of her presence. She startled you at first, but then you noticed she was wearing nothing as she crawled between your legs.
“D-Donna.” You whisper her name.
“Keep going, amore. Let me see what I do to you.” She said. You were pleasantly surprised by her confidence. “Don’t close your eyes, let me see you.”
You began touching yourself again, massaging your clit between your fingers. You stopped yourself from drooling as she brought a hand down to her own sex and began stroking herself.
“Oh, god, Donna.” You moaned, growing wetter as you watched her. “I’m so close.”
“Tell me, amore, do you often think about me when you touch yourself?” She asked, her gaze locked on you.
“A-all the t-time. I t-think about you and only you”
“Do you really want me that bad?” You couldn’t believe how hard she was for you.
“Yes, Donna I want you so bad. Please, please.”
She reached her free hand between your lower lips to feel how wet you were for her. She teased for a moment, mind hazy with her own pleasure, before pushing two fingers, now coated in slickness, inside of your cunt. You were so tight and warm, she could only imagine how good you would feel around her cock.
“Donna?”
“Yes, amore?” She asked. Her pupils were dark with arousal.
“Please, I want you so bad. Wanna finish together.” You stopped touching yourself to pull her in for a kiss.
“I don’t want to hurt you, h-have you ever done this before?” She asked, kissing your neck.
You didn’t lie to her, you had. As much as you would love to have her as your first, at the end of your twenties, you’d had your fair share of partners. A few boys, back when you were still trying to figure out your own sexuality, but mostly other women.
You nodded, and cradeled her face in your hands.
“I have, but no one has ever meant as much to me as you do. Take me, Donna. Make me yours. I love you.” It was the first time you had voiced that aloud.
“I love you too.” She said back, turning her head and nuzzling the palm of your hand as she settled more comfortably on top of you. She lined herself with your entrance and kissed you sweetly as she slowly pushed inside. It was uncomfortable at first, as it had been a while since you had taken anything as big as her . She paused for a moment, letting you adjust to her. Soon, discomfort was overshadowed by pleasure, and you wrapped your legs around her hips, giving her permission to keep going.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” You mumble in between kisses.
“And I you. Miele, it feels as though you were made for me.” Donna moaned. You were just as tight as she had imagined, practically drawing her in deeper. She never truly appreciated the idea of being inside someone until now. She felt so connected to you.
Donna buried her head in the crook of your neck as she fucked you slowly, but deeply. Your walls squeezed her tighter when she choked out a moan. Your nails dug into her back as you hugged her close. You could tell she was close, you were close too as you felt that coil inside you tighten.
“Donna, I’m so close.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on her.
“So am I, miele. I-I should pull out soon.” She groaned.
“N-no. Wanna cum together.” You pathetically whine. “Finish inside me.”
“A-are you sure? I guess I have some herbs I can give you.” She pondered. You rolled your hips to meet her rhythm, and she quickly pushed the thought away to the back of her mind. Nothing would take her attention from you right now, not even the phone she could hear ringing across the hall. She propped herself up with one arm, and brought her other hand between your bodies so she could rub your clit and help you reach your peak.
“Ah, fuck- yes, Donna!” You came around her as she crumbled inside of you, making you feel warm and so very full. Still half hard, she stayed buried inside of you as you both caught your breaths.
The phone continued to ring, but she couldn’t be bothered to deal with whoever was on the other line. Especially not when you began rolling your hips, asking her if she could go another round. You felt her grow hard again and grinned.
“God yes.” Was her answer. She had never felt so wanted.
As she was about to move, Angie interrupted, banging on the door. Donna sighed, annoyed.
“Your sister demands to speak with you!”
“I’m six inches deep inside of my girlfriend right now. Unless someone is hurt or there is a fire, I’ll call her back when I’m not busy!”
Angie howled with laughter and you could hear her run down the hall.
“You know, she will actually say that to your sister. You should stop her.” You suggested.
Donna’s face turned red, realizing what she had done. You pouted as she slid out of you, and kissed your forehead before she parted to get to the phone before Angie could. She didn't bother to dress, much to your delight, as she hurried out of the room.
“Yes, hello?”
“That doll of yours has the filthiest mouth. ” Alcina complained.
“What did she tell you?” Donna sighed, stress evident in her voice.
“That you were too busy getting your dick wet to talk to me.” She could tell Alcina was trying to hold back laughter. Donna chuckled, relieved her sister found it humorous.
“I won’t lie, you are interrupting something that I would very much like to get back to.”
“I’ll make it quick. Listen, I’m sorry for today. You deserve happiness and I should trust your judgement. Bring your little girlfriend over soon so the girls and I can get to know her. ” Alcina said. It was rare for anybody to get an apology from the countess. “I care about you and wish you both happiness. I’ll let you get back to your fun. I love you, Donna.”
“Yeah, thanks Alcina. It means a lot.” Donna said, a small smile on her face. “Bye.” she hung the phone on the receiver, slightly less annoyed than before.
“Donna, Donna, Donna…” Angie tsked.
“Look, next time I’m busy, just say Donna can’t get to the phone and take a message so I can call them back.” Donna scolded the doll. She dismissed Angie to return to you.
You kneeled on the bed to greet her, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down for a kiss.
“You’re an angel, tesoro. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.” Donna sighed. “Where did we leave off?”
You knew that right here, with Donna, was where you belonged.