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You groan and stretch as the morning rays break you out of your rest, flipping over to finally open your eyes without being blinded. As you blink the grogginess away you go to sit up and promptly flop back down onto the bed as excruciating pain courses through you. The entirety of your body hurts, your legs are sticky, the sheets are sticky, and you feel utterly gross and shameful as you remember the events of the night before. All the marks left behind twinge as you recall every bite, scratch, and bruise. You consented to it all, everything felt amazing in the moment, you've never orgasmed so hard or so many times in your life. So why do you suddenly feel like this?
Slowly you find the strength to get up from bed, making your way over to the bathtub and soaking in the relaxing hot water. You trace the indents of teeth marks, carefully caress bruises that litter your inner thighs, shoulders, and neck, and shift to laying on your side because your backside hurts so badly. Normally you would reminisce on how your ladies brought you earth shattering pleasure, taking their frustration out on you, trying to one up each other by who can make you cum the hardest. Yet this time all you feel is a deep, pained sadness inside your chest that is closely related to guilt or maybe shame. You can't put your finger on it, but you know it doesn't feel right.
The door to the bedroom opens and you don't recognize the footsteps entering, but the soft clatter of a plate tells you all you need to know. A maid. Your heart sinks, hoping it was one of them but of course they send a lackey in their stead. There's a soft knock on the door to the bathroom and you attempt to turn your head but there's too much stiffness and pain so you lay it back on the edge of the tub.
"Yes?" You call out.
"Miss Y/N, the ladies wanted me to inform you that they're waiting for you in the garden whenever you wish to join them."
"Thank you...hey could you strip the bed while you're here?"
"Already on it ma'am. Anything else?"
A blush creeps over your face, you hate admitting help but if you don't ask now...who knows when you'll get another chance.
"Actually....yes...could you...come in here?"
"Pardon?"
"Come in here. Please."
The maid opens the door and enters the bathroom, she's seen her fair share of gore and torture by the hands of Alcina so your naked body doesn't shock her. You still blush from embarrassment though, your entire body flushes and you curse under your breath.
"Can you....help me get out?" You ask quietly.
Although you can't see it, the maid's face softens as she rolls her sleeves up and reaches down to drain the water. Then she lays out a towel and eases her arms under yours to aid you in standing, your legs shaking miserably from having to carry your weight once more. She's gentle, patient, and assists getting your legs out from the tub one at a time. Once stable on your feet she wraps you in another towel, she notices your trembling body and says nothing but she silently guides you to the nearby chair in front of Alcina's vanity. She searches comfortable clothes for you and without asking, aids you in getting dressed.
"Thanks.." you say quietly.
"I have some oil that can help. It burns at first but eventually numbs the pain to reduce swelling and irritation," she offers.
Your nose burns with the sudden feeling of wanting to cry at the gesture but you shake your head, "thank you but I'm fine. Really. Just need some recovery and rest."
The maid nods her head and stands up, waiting for you to excuse her before she turns and leaves with the bedding. Once the door clicks you quietly sob into your arm to muffle the gasps and shaking breaths. You've never felt this way before, never been this sore, and despite having two lovers, three daughters, and a castle full of staff, you've never felt so alone either. Eventually you eat the food the maid brought and you attempt to carry the tray to the outside of the room for collection, but even that is too much and you drop it back where it was unable to grip it. Now feeling more defeated you want nothing more than to curl up in a ball and go back to bed but the maid took your bedding, and they're waiting for you.
The journey to the garden is slow. Every step feels like your feet are nailed to the floor and you have to physically pry them free to move on. When you come to the stairs every step sends jolting pain up your body, startling, shooting pain in your legs and hips mostly. Thankfully no other maids nor your daughters present themselves, you can't take looking this way in front of any more people. Once you reach the garden door you straighten yourself and make yourself look like nothing is the matter, even as you open the door and strut with confidence you make it about three steps before you lose traction. Internally screaming as you force a smile and move your legs forward until you reach the nearest chair, taking it for even the slightest bit of relief.
Alcina looks up from her conversation with Miranda who turns her attention toward you as well, but you trudge through your pain, and readjust but can't seem to get comfortable. Shifting side to side because your butt and lower back hurts and no position is comfortable. Alcina notices and rings a little bell, calling forward another maid whom she whispers to. The maid bows her head, leaves, and returns with a pillow which she presents to you and you gratefully take it. That eases the pain substantially, enough for you to sit comfortable without fidgeting every two seconds.
"Good morning love," Alcina says proudly as she takes a sip of her drink.
"Good morning," you muster.
"How are you feeling?" Miranda asks.
"Um..sore..honestly," you chuckle quietly and attempt to reach out for a cup of tea but the shooting pain halts you.
Miranda finishes your journey, pouring you tea and handing you the cup, thinking it's merely outside of your range. You smile and take the cup with both hands before it spills from how much your hand shakes, taking a drink soothes your insides momentarily. Quieting the voices and agony long enough to pretend to listen to whatever it is Alcina and Miranda are talking about.
"Are you sure you're okay dear?" Alcina asks.
"Hm?" You say, blinking as you snap back to reality.
"I said are you okay?"
"Oh..yeah...just tired. You guys really did a number on me."
Alcina and Miranda share a look before they return their attention to you, "well, perhaps today will just be a rest day then," Miranda says softly.
"Please," you force out another chuckle.
* * *
It doesn't go away. You thought having a nice relaxing day in bed would fix it but, even now as you're sandwiched between Alcina and Miranda, you feel all the things. Now it's the next morning and you're still feeling the same way which terrifies you; what if they think you can't handle both of them? What if this is too much for them? What if you've gotten too attached and now they'll get rid of you? Will they toss you aside after everything you've been through with them? The thoughts make your heart ache and you physically feel the tendons snapping with heartbreak. Tears burn your eyes which causes you to crawl out of the bed and wander the halls aimlessly. You're still sore but at least the pain has subsided enough for you to walk somewhat normally again.
"Mom?"
You stop in your tracks, wiping the tears from your face, and turn around to see Bela standing there. How did you not hear her? She approaches you, her height towering over you as she crosses her arms across her chest.
"Couldn't sleep either?" She asks.
"Yeah.."
"Mind if I walk with you?"
You really rather be alone right now to wallow in pity but Bela has been the hardest to come around so you force a smile and nod. She walks beside you in silence, but her footsteps are heavy and clunky which makes you internally smile, clearly not used to using her own two feet. She much rather swarm everywhere. The two of you find yourselves in the foyer leading to the garden which is where you pause your mindless walking.
"Why can't you sleep?" You ask, breaking the awkward silence.
"I rather not talk about it....it's silly."
"I won't pressure you to tell me anything, simply making conversation."
There's another long silence as you turn on your heels to keep walking, trying to think of a new target when your mind instantly directs you toward the kitchen. Once there you pretend to search the cabinets for something when you come upon a secret stash of yours that you've forgotten about. You know Miranda would provide you with all these now, but you can't help but chuckle as you pull out the bag of chocolate and candy from the outside world. You sit at the staff member's table with Bela across from you as you open one and pop it into your mouth. A little stale, but still edible. Bela hesitates but eventually can't resist as she reaches out and also takes a piece of candy.
Eventually Bela breaks the silence and starts talking, admitting she can't sleep because her girlfriend keeps snoring. You chuckle softly and find talking with her a little easier now that chocolate has been involved. She always was the one with a sweet tooth. Talking with her eases some of your feelings, temporarily enough that when you finish you crawl back into bed and fall asleep.
* * *
It's been a few days now and Alcina shares her concern with Miranda. All you do is sleep. When you are awake you're irritable, snappy, and sluggish all at once. You refuse to let her or Miranda touch you, and you spend more and more time alone in your old bedroom with the door locked. She has a suspicion why but she wants to confirm and approach you carefully if she's correct. Miranda agrees, approaching you cautiously is the best move as to not make you feel even worse than you most likely already are. When you make your presence known, Alcina and Miranda strategically corral you into the main living room under the guise of sending time together. Not entirely a lie.
Once there you take a seat on the loveseat beside Miranda with Alcina at the head in her specially made chair as she looks down at you. You look between them and shrink into the couch, feeling self conscious and suddenly you want to cry from embarrassment. This is it, you think. They've gotten tired of you, now they're gonna replace you.
"My dear-" Alcina starts.
"I'm sorry!" You say quickly, "I'm sorry I promise I'll do better! Please, forgive me."
'Don't get rid of me' you want to silently plead.
"Honey calm down," Miranda takes your hand as tears run down your face.
Alcina reaches over and takes the other hand, "we're concerned about your wellbeing is all. You sleep all the time, you hardly spend time with us or the girls, we simply want to check in. We didn't after our, evening, together and that was a mistake. Clearly something happened. You can talk to us."
You sniffle and take a shuddering breath, "I don't know what's wrong with me.."
You crumble and tell them everything since the morning of; the pain, the grossness, the shame, the sadness, and worst of all the loneliness. All your anxiety and thoughts on how ridiculous all of this is which only makes you want to heave and cry harder. Miranda lets go of your hand and wraps her arms around you, pulling you closely to her as she strokes your back lovingly.
"Oh sweetheart.." she whispers, kissing your head, "this is completely natural and not something to be afraid of. If it's anyone's fault it's ours. We should have taken better care of you after instead of leaving you like that."
"I enjoyed everything until...until I woke up..I think I'm broken.." you sniffle.
"Honey let me explain: your body went through a huge amount of endorphins, feel good chemicals. You may have enjoyed the experience while it happened, but eventually those chemicals go away. They have to go somewhere, and all that's left is..everything else. You're not broken. We didn't treat you right afterwards to help ease you down from these feelings properly. If anything we neglected you in your biggest hour of need," Miranda explains.
"That's on us and not you dear, and it will never happen again," Alcina adds.
"This will pass, your body will eventually regulate once again but until that let us make it up to you by pampering you the way we should have," Miranda says while stroking your hair.
You sniffle and lean into her touch more, "I would like that."