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Bela was so pleased with herself. After being a good daughter, taking care of her sisters' mess and just getting her work done perfectly, she had managed to go to one of Mother's mysterious meetings. She felt excitement all over her body. Together, with mother, they had arrived first and Alcina officially introduced her eldest, her biggest pride to Mother Miranda. After that, they made their way to their place. Bela noticed how her mother was different around the woman. From dangerous and cold Lady Dimitrescu she went into not assertive Alcina, who's trying to be the favourite child.
Younger woman always was rather calm soul, throwing her emotions on a second plan. But right now, she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. Of course, she knew other lords, but only for names. The Atmosphere there was tragically calm. Mother Miranda was talking all the time and others were just nodding or speaking when spoken to. Even her mother, countess Alcina Dimitrescu, seemed to be stressed, almost scared of the woman. Lord Heisenberg was looking down at his shoes, like there was something interesting. Those situation was almost killing Bela from the inside, so she desperately was looking for something distracting. And then she found it.
She knew she hadn't needed to listen to Mother Miranda's speech, she was there just as a decoration of her mother. With so, she let herself to look at one of the Lords. Lady Beneviento herself was a huge mystery. After hours, Bela didn't hear her saying even one single word. Instead of it, her doll was doing it. She was sitting with such a cold aura, such a cold appearance, such a cold everything. Bela did want to know how the elder woman looked. By her dress, she assumed her body must be pice of art. She almost caught her mother's attention, when she got too frustrated, while trying to imagine elder's face under her veil. But any of them wasn't fitting, Bela thought.
Bela was wondering, were the stories from village true? Was she really a bloody monster, who killed people just to make another dolls? Alcina's daughter really couldn't connect the dots. The Woman next to her, besides her cold presentation, seemed to be too soft to do so. Bela wanted to know more about her. From what her mother has told her, Lady Beneviento wasn't like other lords, not so likely to kill for fun nor torture. She just was, spending every day on making dolls or in her garden.
But Lady Beneviento didn't miss the way miss Dimitrescu was looking at her. Thanks to her veil, the girl couldn't see her gaze. Dark eyes noticing every inch of her look, wishing to see more here and less there. The woman even had to make Angie silent, she had known the doll wanted to say something impropriate about the Lady's daughter. She would do something about that later, she thought.
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"Bela!" Daniela yelled, while running around the castle, looking for her elder sister, "get your damn ass here right now!" After a couple of minutes and pointless screams, youngest found her in the library, reading some romance book. "The Duke has letter for you!" She started giggling and then bent herself down to have her lips next to her sister's ear, "He said that's from Lady Beneviento". She purred and taking notice at the book. Her sister did not like that kind and everyone knew it, then why she was reading one.
Bela immediately stood up and looked like her with such a fear and excitement. "Daniela, my dear sister, promise me you won't tell mother." she took letter and looked at her with confidence.
"Oh, of course, why would I?" Younger girl smirked and started to make her way out.
Elder looked at her with something new in her eyes and grab her by her wrist tightly, too tightly. "No, Daniela, you don't understand me. You will not tell mother," she said with a cold voice," I am your elder, do not make me order you to do so."
Bela let her go and, with a letter, made her way to her chambers. Daniela was too surprised by her behaviours to stop her. Bela was never like that. That damn letter must be important then, she thought. When eldest finally was alone, she opened envelope, throw it away and sat on bed. With shaky hands, she unfold the page. Lady's handwriting was so elegant and just pleased to look at - almost like her mother's.
Miss Dimitrescu,
I must say I was rather surprised by your appearance at the meeting. Four Lords sitting there, listening to their Mother, along with you. Little doll who had fear mixed with boredom in her eyes. Why did you want do go there? I hope you do not mind me writing to you out of the blue. I am simply interested in your persona.
Sincerely,
Lady Beneviento.
Bela was thinking hard. Did the lady notice the way she had been looking at her? Did she notice all the thoughts about her in Bela's head? After a couple of pointless thinking, she came to the desk and started writing a response. However, young lady couldn't fully understand what was happening. She was interested in many people- like, Lord Moreau, she was always curious about his work and stuff, she liked to talk with The Duke about his job or places he visited. But with Lady Beneviento it was different, Bela wanted her to be interested in her, she wanted to know her more, spend time with her - she can just sit and stare at her - but to be near her. It hasn't happened earlier and she simply didn't know what to do with herself.
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Donna started to get more anxious than usual. After the meeting, she was a mess. She had noticed the way Bela Dimitrescu had been looking at her. After years of living alone her skills at social interactions were rather weak but she did try. She was the dollmaker, playing with one should be easy for her.
She wanted to get to know that girl, that's all but what if her letter was completely wrong, if she misunderstood her gaze or her in general.
"Don't think about it that much, you silly" Angie got herself on her bed and gently patted her head, "she liked you, I saw it my own eyes!"
The woman looked at doll with a little smile, "but if-"
"No ifs!"
Donna only sighed and turned her head in a different direction. "I'm just not supposed to feel like this towards anyone, especially her."
She put her face in her hands when one of many dolls ran into room with something with her, "The Duke said it's from Castle Dimitrerscu!" She quickly put it on Donna's desk and ran away.
Nervously, with shaky hands the dollmaker made herself go to the furniture and open the letter.
Lady Beneviento,
I have nothing against you writing to me, quite the opposite, I did like it. Answering your question, Mother always told us the meetings are some kind of act of mercy and prize, flowing down on us. I have wanted to see it with my own eyes. Although, it was rather far different from my imaginations. And oh, I am simply interested in your persona, too. I conclude it is my time to ask you about something. Please, tell me, My Lady, do you like With Fire and Sword?
Yours,
Miss Bela Dimitrescu.
Donna did not take notice in how Angie was yelling, wanting to read it too, instead she took notice in the younger's handwriting and small drops of blood here and there.
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Bela was sitting in the library, reading some book, type hardly usual for her. Anna Karenina was described as the most beautiful love story of all the time and all over the world. Bela knew Donna had been human before. She had felt all of humans' emotions, she had known what love was and how to act in such situations. And Donna remembered all of this. Bela didn't know it. Her dead heart told her nothing, her brain wasn't working properly, thanks to her small crush.
Bela wanted to know what humans do when they feel like this. What things they did to make their lovers feel like they're the most important person to them. Bela wanted to know if that pain was normal. Like that, when she imagined Donna not wanting her, being disgusted by her or, worse, numb toward her feelings. Actually, were humans really as weak as Mother told them, if they were able to survive such an agony?
Young woman flipped through the pages, reading all the love words and deeds Anna had been doing.
"Bela, my dear, what are you reading?" Alcina's voice made her jump on her seat.
She slowly put the book down and looked at her mother, who just sat down on the armchair in front of her. "Oh, it's just a random book, nothing important, mother" Bela smiled in the way that always made Lady Dimitrescu chuckle in happiness.
"I see... But I know you, daughter of mine, you do not like that kind of books. And you do not read random books."
Bela almost choked on the air when she saw Daniela, who was waving the letter, behind her mother. She knew her sister did not take attention in their mother's presence. She quickly stood up, "No," she emphasized, looking Daniela straight in the eyes, " I do not like it, although I've wanted to read any book written by Lew Tołstoj and it was one and only that I found in my room." She gave her sister a nod, watching her slowly going out of the room, she looked at her mother, "You always say we should be open for culture and he's one of the greatest authors of all the time, right mother?"
Alcina looked at her with something new in her eyes and took mental note about that situation. "You are right, my darling." Bela wished her mother had been gone but Alcina wasn't going anywhere. She was pacefuly sitting, looking as Bela was reading. Untile she heard Cassandra's screaming from another wing. She sighed, "I believe I have matters to attend to, please, forgive me for that, my sweet girl."
Vampire girl ran into her chambers a little bit after her Mother had left the library. Not seeing Daniela around, she opened the letter and smile before starting reading.
Miss Bela,
You will never know how happy you made me with that one sentence. Your Mother always was like that towards her. But it is a conversation for another time, I believe. And yes, I do. God gave pain so that it would digest, and he would send the medicine when he wished. I know your Mother will send me something - you do not need to know what - just do not miss the opportunity.
Kind regards,
Lady Beneviento.
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And Bela listened to every word she had read.
"You wished to speak with me, daughter of mine?" Alcina took the cigarette away from her lips.
"Yes, mother, by the accident I've overheard your conversation with one of the maids... I'm sorry about that, mama" She looked at different direction.
Lady of the Castle took her lower jaw in her hand and made her look at herself, "That's nothing, my angel, but I do believe it's not the only reason why you're here."
Bela smiled at her touch and opened her eyes, "Umm... I was wondering if I would be the one responsible for the delivery of the package... Dani and Cass could go hunt so maybe, " always confident girl suddenly got shy, "maybe I could go to the House of the Hill"
Alcina narrowed her eyebrows, "and why would you want to do it, my dear?" "Just for curiosity, mother. I've never before been there and... That's it..."
"You may go."
Young lady had packed everything she needed to, had said goodbye to sisters and mother and finally she left the Castle. She wasn't fan of travelling, but the idea of being with Lady Beneviento added her some strength, she thought. She couldn't focus on colourful birds which sang the love ballad from across the ocean, on small animals which were trying to look at her from behind the bushes, on tall, old trees which hummed the story about the dead woman and her always-waiting here lover. All she could think about was Lord of the House on the Hill.
Her mysterious and cold aura, her slender fingers - only part of her body she could see -, her perfect figure. She was wondering if she would be that lucky to hear Lady's voice. The doll, which always sat on her lap, kinda scared her, but if it's the only way to communicate with fourth lord, she would stand it.
Her imagination was far, far away - with Lady Beneviento doing things with her - so she hadn't noticed she was in front of her front doors.
"Bela Dmitrescu".
"Lady Beneviento," girl uncomfortably shifted, hearing the doll, "I have the package from Lady Dimitrescu" She carefully put it one the table next to her.
"Angie, be a dear and take it to my room and leave us, thank you" She lowered herself and Angie hopped off of her arm, did as she'd been told. Bela almost jumped when for the first time she heard her voice. Lady Beneviento's voice was... so soft and yet so rigorous. Bela would die for the opportunity of listening to it forever. "Come with me, little doll" Lady put her hand on Bela's back, "I believe we should talk"
They made their way to the living room, one of the dolls already had made tea and just done everything she could. Bela sat in front of the Lady and got herself together, looked at the woman. "My Lady? Can I have a question?" she asked carefully.
"Of course, doll" Bela, even after a few times, got shy at the name she had given her.
"What did you mean in your letter, my lady? By that my mother is always like that in front of Mother Miranda?" She could see the shift of anger in Lady Beneviento's posture, when she called her like that.
"If you wish to talk more, don't call her mother in front of me, little doll. She does not deserve it." Lady took a sip of her drink. "Answering you... Miranda has done something to four of us. I am attached to her by it, however, I do not accept what she's done. But your mother... She's upset with it, even if she doesn't show it. But she chooses to play her little game. At every meeting, she plays the favourite child, wanting to get every single word of praise. I don't blame her. Every of us reacts differently to the same harm." Bela looked at her, thinking of her words. Was her mother really in more tragic situations than she thought? "I'm always jealous of it... Even with it all, your mother can be and is happy."
Without any reflection younger one answered. "Then let me make you happy."
Lady chuckled at her words, "I believe you will do it in time, my sweet doll" If only Bela could, she would blush at that moment.
They continued to talk with more and more passion. Flowers and books were their favourite topics, but not the only ones. Bela was happy with every sign of joy coming from elder. She let herself look at her longer than she should have. Lady Beneviento under her veil had a little smile. Bela Dimitrescu was a really interesting person. With time, more of the small touches appeared. Lady's posture seemed to be more relaxed then before and Bela took it as a good sign. From time to time Angie went to them, only to make sure on her friend's well-being. Despite her aura, to younger, Lady Beneviento seemed really soft and just warm. That woman felt like home.
"Before you go, I have a question, little doll" Bela looked at her with little smile, "Yes, my lady?"
"Hasn't Alcina taught you not to stare at people?" Lady almost immediately could see panic in the younger girl's eyes, she smirked. Despite her anxiety she felt confident now and knew what she wanted to do. "It doesn't seem so... Now, close your eyes, my sweet" After Bela, with little uncertainty, did as she'd been told, all she could hear after was just the movement of the material, next she felt Lady's hands on her shoulders, her breathing quickened slightly, she could feel the hot air on her lips, "You have been almost constantly doing something with the pretty lips of yours for almost two hours... It's been making me crazy" Finally, she put their lips together in sweet, but short, kiss. Slowly, she stepped back. "You may open your eyes now."
Bela looked at her, still too shocked to do anything. She noticed that Lady again had her veil on. She tried to say something, but not even single word came out. Lady Beneviento chuckled, "Go, I'll write to you, my precious doll"
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"How was your trip, my darling?" Alcina looked at her for a moment, then came back to her documents.
"Oh, it was good, mother. Lady Beneviento is so kind" Bela smiled, willingly putting her head on her mother's lap.
"Was it only her kindness that made you smile like that?" Younger girl swallowed hard, not sure what to say. "You can tell my everything, my girl, remember that."
"I know, mother. I'm just happy I could see more of our world... I have no interest in Lady Beneviento's being." She looked at her mother with that type of gaze that always made Alcina believe her.
Donna could not steal my girl's heart from me like that, Alcina thought. Bela's just interested in the world outside the Castle, nothing more. She's always been like this, don't overthink it, Alcina.
Bela nervously knocked at her sister's chamber's door. After hearing short response, she came in. "Cass? Are you busy?" She laid down on her bed. "I need to talk," she murmured.
"About what?" Cassandra turned to her, hands and chin covered in blood, she smiled happily, "maybe about letters that Daniela talked about?"
Bela almost choked on air. "She did what?! I've told her not to talk about it!" she groaned with annoyance, "but it is about it".
Cassandra had hopped on bed, next to her sister, she waved her legs cheerfully, "so...?"
If Bela could get more shy, she would do it right at that moment. "Can you keep a secret, Cassandra?" Bela looked her straight in the eyes, and then, after she had got a nod from her sister, begun to speak. "You've always been better than me with... feelings and romance. I want... " she turned her gaze away, " I've met someone, I want to be with her, do things with her, but not like with maids... It's more human. I feel things I don't wish to feel, I don't know what to do with myself"
Cassandra's gaze had been going softer, as she listened to her elder talking about her feelings, how she felt when she had met her, how happy she was, how painful it was to her, how desperate she was for anything. How in love she was. "Bela, my dear," she smiled at her, "humans are complicated - so are their emotions - but love is quite simple" she thought for a moment. "It's just the way you act... your interest in another person's feelings, thoughts, being. Love is beautiful, almost perfect, sweet, full of passion and grace. But remember, my sister, he who does not know love, lives happy, and has a peaceful night and an undisturbed day."
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Miss Bela,
I am so pleased with having the opportunity to write to you again. However, I would rather prefer you, by my side, in my room. How was your way back to the Castle? I was a little distracted, thinking of the way you had made me feel. After years of being just an empty shape, I again feel like human. I again feel like myself. By the way you look at me, talk to me, adore me, I feel like I am up to the sky. I wish I could write the most romantic letter just for you, doll, but I am the dollmaker, not a poet. But, tell me, my sweet doll,
When I do not see you, I do not sigh, I do not cry,
I do not lose my mind when I see you;
But when I do not see you for a long time,
I miss something, I want to see someone;
And longing I ask myself:
Is this friendship? Is this love?
Yours,
Lady Beneviento.
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Lady Beneviento,
My way back was peaceful, after that, Mother was not curious at all. My Lady, things you make me feel are, truly, hard to describe. Slowly, I started to understand why humans are so emotional. I love the way my body responds to your touch, how my mind goes blank every time you call me yours. I hate the way my dead heart starts to ache every time I imagine you, not wanting me, how insecure I am around you. I am not good with words either, My Lady.
Ask for what you want. Look how this room is dressed - it's mine, I brought it for you - ask for what you want - yellow gold, shining robes, bright jewels, humble rabble. I am rich, I have enough of my own, you will be like Princess Wiśniowiecka, I will plunder your castles, I will give you half of Ukraine. Ask what you wish, as long as you do not want to run away from me - as long as you stay with me and love me!
Yours,
Miss Bela.
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Miss Bela,
I am glad to hear it. We do not want your mother to know about it, do we? You do not need to describe them to me, my doll. Acts are always better than words - show me how I make you feel. I love the way you close your eyes every time my hands, on accident, touches yours, how speechless you are when I raise my voice. I hate seeing you leave, how your hungry eyes undress me on Miranda's meetings and I can not do anything with it.
Let me hear the word love once again from your lips,
Let me engrave it in my heart and write it down in my thoughts.
Yours,
Lady Beneviento.
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Lady Beneviento,
We do not want, I believe she would go mad after discovering... us. I want it, I want to show you. Let me touch your hands, showing how desperate mine are, your chest, showing how mine floats under your voice. Let me replace my eyes with my hands, My Lady.
So in every place and at every time,
Where I have cried with you, where I have played with you,
Everywhere and always I will be with you,
Because everywhere I have left a part of my soul.
Yours,
Miss Bela.
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"Little lady! I'm sure Miranda informed you about us, right?!" Angie yelled, looking at Lady Dimitrescu. She groaned with annoyance, hearing how the doll had called her.
"Of course she has, miss. One of my daughter will show you your chambers." Alcina wanted to go away when she heard another scream from Angie.
"But I want my own! This witch will use her own for something and I wish not to see it! Beside, I'm big enough to have my own."
Lady of the Castle forced herself not to yell at her. "Of course, I'll make it. Do not miss dinner with us." She looked at Daniela, giving her a mute sign - she was the one responsible for showing their chambers to her. Bela felt almost hurt by that, she was the eldest, showing visitors around had always been her job. Especially that kind of guests.
Alcina made her way to her chambers, angrily grabbing her cigarette, she sat on her specially adapted seat. She wasn't able to think about anything - not dinner, which wasn't ready, not how her guests were feeling, how Mother Miranda wanted her work to be done now - but her daughter and that bloody dollmaker. She saw perfectly how her eldest had smiled at the message of Lady Beneviento's arrival, how she was looking at her, even if she couldn't see anything. She heard perfectly Donna's voice speaking to her, greeting her. Not by Angie.
She was the Lady of the Castle - she knew about everything that was happening inside its walls. So she knew her daughter was corresponding with someone for a long time now. Alcina was trying to convince herself that the relationship between Donna and her pure daughter was only a friendship. Bela was an intelligent woman, she perfectly understood that her mother was only trying to protect her and how other Lords were dangerous.
It's only a friendship, Bela needs friend, someone to talk to outside the Castle. Besides, she trusts me, she would tell me about anything. At least Donna isn't an stupid manthing. Bela doesn't know love. She would never love her. Mother told me I am and will be the only one in their hearts. And she won't stop me from killing Donna if she's been doing something with my daughter.
In the meantime, Bela and Daniela had made a deal - Daniela would show Angie her chambers and eventually play hide and seek with her and Bela would show hers to Lady Beneviento. The two women quickly made her way to it. Bela was talking about other rooms they were passing. Lady had a little smile under her veil every time she heard younger girl talking with passion about anything of the Castle.
Bela closed door behind them. "It's nice to see you again," she said with a soft voice, "I missed you, but I think I'd miss you even if we never met."
Lady Beneviento chuckled, "my sweet doll, I've missed you, too," she turned to her, "Please, close your eyes, my love." After Bela, with feeling of excitement all over her body, did as she'd been told, all she could hear after was just the movement of the material, next she felt Lady's hands on her waist. "All I could think about was you," she barely touched her lips by hers and stepped back. She laughed hearing the groan of annoyance coming from younger. "Later, doll" Even when Lady already walked away from her, Bela knew she could open her eyes only when elder would order her to do so. Again, the movement of the material was the only thing she could hear.
"You can open them now"
Bela looked at her and chuckled a little, "I didn't know you have another one." Now, Lady had a different veil on - a shorter one, adapted to eating, revealing the mouth. Lady was so pleased with her and yet so shocked - Alcina's daughter even once hadn't asked her to take off her veil. She respected every inch of her, hoping, Lady herself would decide to show her more in time.
The fourth Lord smiled cockily, "With that, you can kiss me every time you see me." That one sentence was enough for Bela to do so. She quickly found herself next to her lover and kissed her.
"So... What are you exactly doing nowadays?" Alcina tried to make conversation with the dollmaker, while slicing pork. The dinner was an exclusive one. Even if the Dimitrescu family didn't need human food, they enjoyed its taste and ate it with other not-blood-drinking-persons.
"She does nothing," Angie said with a little sigh. "We read, make another dolls, she started to sew..." The doll counted on her fingers, "You know, typical stuff, little lady."
Alcina almost broke a fork hearing that stupid nickname again. "Hm, what was the last book you read? Me and my daughters are quite fond of it."
Angie clapped happily, "Anna Karenina that was! I prefer something different, you know, blood, horror and stuff but she liked it"
"Anna Karenina you say...? Bela was reading it some time ago, I believe."
Now, even Lady Beneviento looked at her, instead of her plate as she had been doing for all the time. "Er.. I was, although I still have to finish it". The eldest daughter, despite the veil, could feel her gaze at herself. "As I told Mother, I've wanted to read something by Lew Tołstoj"
The countess and the dollmaker continued to talk. Lady Beneviento knew she already had dug her own grave herself but she wanted a deeper one. Out of the blue, she placed her hand on Bela's knee. The vampire girl looked at her with incomprehension but continued her conversation with her sisters. Her Lady started to carefully dig her nails into her skin through the fabric of her dress. Slowly, she was moving her fingers higher and higher. Bela looked at her again, trying to let her know to stop - her mother was right there - but the dollmaker seemed to not care. She let her fingers explore younger girl's thigh. She noticed the way Bela's breath sped up slightly and how her cutlery grip increased. She was sure Alcina noticed the changes too.
"Bela? Are you alright, my little bird?" She asked, all eyes on Bela now.
"Of- Of course, mother" She wanted to scream when she felt Lady Beneviento's hand between her legs, even through the fabric, she still was so sensitive, "It's just the food... I'm- oh, I'm not used to humans one."
Lady sighed and she put away the cutlery. "Maybe you should rest, my dear?"
"No, mother, it's okay. I'll be okay in a few moments" She forced herself to smile and stay still as Lady Beneviento moved her fingers.
After minutes, that felt for Bela like ages, after several little gasps from Alcina's eldest daughter, the Lady of the Castle begun to speak, "my darlings, I think it's your time. I must with Lady Beneviento about something, please, excuse us."
Three heads looked at her and then spoke, "Yes, mother." First, Daniela came to her, willingly put her hand in hers and received a small kiss on her cheek. Next was Cassandra and then Bela. Fourth Lord noticed the way her lover almost purred under her mother's touch, how she adored her. Lady took mental note about that.
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Bela made her way to Lady Beneviento's chamber. She didn't even pretend to go to hers and then there. Desperation made her less careful. She sat in her lover's bed and start to wait for her. Knowing her and her mother, their conversation wouldn't be long.
Bela's mind went blank with every new thought about her Lady. Her lips, her fingers, her voice, everything about her made younger girl gone crazy. Vampire girl knew about how anxious her Lady is, how mad her mother could go, so every thought of the dinner situation did something to her, made her squeeze her legs together.
"So eager yet, are we, doll?" The dollmaker closed the door behind her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"You shouldn't have done that in front of her..."
Elder woman watched her, getting up from bed, "don't tell me what I should or not." She put her hand on her neck, softly thrusting her nails in her skin, "besides, you seemed to enjoy it."
Bela didn't know why she got shy, it wasn't her first time after all. But with the dollmaker it was different, more... lovingly. "I did... please, continue what you started." She stepped closer to her.
"My, my, you can't wait any second longer, can you?" Lady Beneviento chuckled. Suddenly, she took off her veil and Bela couldn't even close her eyes. "I won't do it with it." She smirked, seeing panic in her girl's eyes. Soon, the panic was replaced by... admiration. Bela studied every inch of her face, speechlessly.
She looked at her, hesitantly put her hands on her cheeks. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met," she whispered and then, kissed her softly. "You have such beautiful eyes... and lips. Oh gods, you're perfect, my lady." Beneviento, always feeling anxious about her look, smiled softly at her lover's words. Thanks to her, she really felt like that - nevertheless Bela wouldn't lie to her. And she would thank her for that.
Lady Beneviento slowly started to kiss her neck, biting it here and there. "Please," Bela whispered, "please, give me your name."
The Fourth Lord looked at her, her eye went darker. "Beg for it-"
Bela cut her off, "please, my lady, just for tonight, I know you want to hear it from me, please," she said desperately as the dollmaker gave her a small hickey.
Her lady only smiled, almost mockingly. "On your knees," she finished.
All she could see was confusion and indecision in her lover's eyes. Hesitatingly, Bela got on her knees, too embarrassed to even look at her direction. Her hands tightened on the fabric of her dress. "Please, my lady... give me your name... I'll use it only tonight if you wish."
Lady Beneviento laughed and took her lower jaw in her hand, forcing her to look at her. "My, my, what would Alcina say?" she shook her head, staring at her carefully, "seeing her eldest daughter, her biggest pride in such a position." Lady put her leg on the bed, bringing their faces closely. "Seeing her independent, uncontrollable heiress on her knees, begging for my name." Bela moaned lightly and closed her eyes, all she could say was small 'please'. She stepped back, Bela was too uncertain to move, "It's Donna. My name is Donna."
Donna picked her up, grabbing her by the top of her dress, "hasn't your mother taught you any manners?"
Bela shook her head form confusion and answered quickly. "She has. Thank you, my lady. Your name is as beautiful as you are, Donna."
"That's better, doll." Elder woman, wasting no time, started to undo the buttons on her dress. Quickly, with her lover's help she took off her clothes. Donna stole a small kiss from her and then, she pushed her onto the bed behind them.
"Donna, please do something." She had squeezed her legs together, but then, Donna prevented her from doing so by placed her knee between them, Bela moaned at her actions.
"Be silent, my doll." Lady whispered, slowly putting her hand on her lover's thigh. "We don't want your mother to see you like this, do we?" Her fingers started to rub her clit, as she saw the desperation in her eyes. "Or maybe you like the idea of being caught...?" Bela put her hand on her lips, trying to muffle her moan. "It seems you do, my sweet doll."
Lady Beneviento loved they way younger girl whispered her name, how her lips were looking for hers, how she fell apart under her touch. How her skin was cold but yet so soft. How her chest was rising unevenly. Donna loved all of Bela. "Plea- ah, please Donna, one m-more" Bela forced herself to keep her voice as quiet as possible. Donna did as she'd been told, pleased to hear another interrupted moan from her. Oh, how happy she would be, having the opportunity to hear her doll being as loud as she wished to.
With every movement of her fingers, she could hear more and more little gasps from Bela, she could feel how close she was. Whispering sweet love words, she sped up her movements, but then, both of them froze.
"Get your filthy hands off my daughter!"