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The Killing Cure (Part 29)

This is the smut chapter. As smutty as it gets for my ace ass anyways.

Alcina reclines into the chair, glass of wine in hand. She brings it to her lips and tips it back. A thin trail of the drink dribbles down her chin and spatters upon her chest. “Oh my, I’m going to need someone to clean this for me.”

Perhaps a little too eagerly, he swipes the droplets off of her chest with his thumbs, licks it off of her chin, and kisses it off of her lips. The woman’s fingers curl in his hair and her lips suckle his neck.

“You’re not going to bite me are you?”

“I don’t have my fangs back yet.” For just a second he relaxes. Fangs or none she nibbles on his neck. And then she bites down, hard. His wince is caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.

She pats him on the head and pulls back, reaching for her wine bottle.

“Oh you can’t do that!” He whines.

“My daughters will be back any moment, dragă mea.” She drapes his coat back around his shoulders. “Let me warm up some, get comfortable, things will be more enjoyable when I am less sore.”

Ethan balks, “then what was all of that?”

“A preview, dragă mea. A taste of what you’ll get if you’re a good boy.” She flashes him a sly smile before tipping back another glass. “You have your daughter back, you have…” she gestures to herself. “So pour yourself a glass and help me celebrate.”

As he pours himself a glass, Alcina’s daughters return with her dress. She murmurs a thank you and retreats to dress herself, leaving him alone with the flies. Alone with the heavy glare of Cassandra.

“What?”

“You can’t just come back here after hurting mother.” Bela speaks for her.

“She was really upset when you walked out of the castle.” Daniela adds.

“Oh come on.” He grumbles. “She’s not mad at me anymore, why are you?”

“We don’t like seeing mother sad.” Daniela folds her arms.

“You’re a simple manthing, and mother shouldn’t cry over you.” Bela pauses. “But you make her happy…”

“She sure doesn’t show it.” He grumbles.

“She does.” Cassandra insists. “You’re just too dull to see it and then you hurt her. If you do it again we’ll drain you.”

“Yeah if she doesn’t claw me to ribbons first.” Ethan gives a timid chuckle. “I’m not going to leave her again. I shouldn’t have done it the first time.” Although he stands firm to that she should have told him about the damn flask.

“You three aren’t giving Winters a hard time are you?”

“No!” They say in unison. “We would never.” Daniela adds.

“They’re lying.”

Alcina, looking significantly more comfortable in a nightdress and gown, reclains into the chair once more, draping her arms over the rests and crossing one leg over the other. “Pour all of us a glass, Bela.”

“How many glasses are you going to have?”

“As many as I am feeling for, Winters.”

.oOo.

Truth be told, she had lost her nerve and the wine isn’t helping her find it this time. It has been so long since she’d let anyone caress and kiss her, let alone when she is still wearing skin that she isn’t quite comfortable in.

In theory, if he can look upon her--if he can like looking upon her her monstrous dragon figure, he could absolutely cherish this one. But it is one thing for him to say that he likes it and another thing for him to actually embrace and touch it and love it.

Deep down, she doesn’t doubt that he can. Deep down she knows that the problem still lies with her. Having gone through a rather forced mutation and being trapped in such a state had been a complete reset. She must be some kind of masochist, to be peeling her clothes off for no one but herself. Maybe there is some secret part of her that is optimistic that she will appreciate what she sees this time. More realistically she is only going to cause herself distress.

Seeing her reflection now is both a relief and a discomfort. It is comforting to see her human form again, to see a woman’s hands instead of a dragon’s talons. But to see them, once again, so small…

This isn’t as soothing.

It isn’t soothing at all. The longer she stares, the less gratitude she feels and the more she finds wrong. Mother Miranda always had such smooth skin, such a lith and elegant body. That is more than Alcina can say for her own body which has grown much too full over the years--and fuller still without the added height to distribute the weight more evenly. Her own skin that is marred with stretchmarks and cellulite, and--most recently--fresh scars and gashes that her mutation hadn’t yet been powerful enough to mend fully.

She traces her fingers over the gash she had made on her belly, touches them to the rough and scaly groove on her side.

Why couldn’t the mutation add youth and beauty to her?

Of course she can’t have sex with Ethan. Sex leaves too much room for observation, too much room for him to take in every little damaged detail of her.

But maybe intimacy is just what she needs. Something to remind her that she has a body worth loving in spite of its more unsightly flaws.

The rubs her hands over her face, a face that has too much wear and wrinkle. She takes a deep breath; it isn’t as though Ethan isn’t scarred and blemished himself. It isn’t as though he has spoken ill of hers.

“What’s taking so long.” Ethan enters the room and she jolts and reflexively holds her nightgown over her chest. “Don’t do that.” He gives a small chuckle. He comes to stand behind her and wraps his arms around her. “You’re not doing that thing where you make yourself feel bad again, are you?”

This time she doesn’t bother with a lie, “I was actually trying reassure myself.” She gives a soft little sigh. “It didn’t work.”

.oOo.

He doesn’t understand the woman. How she can be so tantalizing and only see the worst in herself--though Ethan is hard pressed to call her flaws worse. In fact they are nothing close to that. Each and every one of them comes together to make Alcina her own special kind of beauty. “Can I help?” He inquires.

“I don’t know, Ethan. Can you?”

He thought that the doom and gloom and self-deprecation would be done with upon reclaiming her humanoid form. “I think that I can.” He brushes a few locks of hair behind her ears and kisses the tip of her nose. He takes her hand and guides it to his chest. “You strike me as the type who would like to make the first move.”

“Not this time, Ethan. This time I want…”

To be loved and reassured. “Maybe next time.”

“We’ll see how things progress tonight.” She murmurs as she tugs his shirt off and holds him to her chest. Her body is soft. Soft and warm. For a while he is content to just nuzzle his cheek against her chest while she rubs his back.

“Go on, Winters, I’m waiting.”

He nearly laughs out loud. She’s still pushy and pampered even in the bedroom. He doesn’t know why he expected anything else. He presses a first kiss to the soft spot on her throat and trails them down to her chest and to her sternum. To her scarred navel. He lunges there for a moment, kissing along the line of her scar until he hears a soft purr. With it he kisses lower still until his lips meet her inner thighs. Her grip on his back is quite biting now, her nails nearly break skin.

He is already feeling hot. Hot and breathy he hasn’t even really begun at all.

Before he can, Alcina sits herself upright, “I’ve given you something to look at, now it’s your turn, Winters.” Her claws tear his pants before he can remove them. They fall to the floor and Alcina tilts her head. He hopes that he isn’t a disappointment. He hadn’t had time to shave and he isn’t sure if this is a make or a break for her. Or if it is something that doesn’t bother her either which way.

It must not bother her too much because her hand is...he tries to suppress a moan.

“My, my, dragă mea, you are easy to please.” She drawls. “You’re lucky that I’m not in the mood for my usual.”

“Your usual?” His face flushes.

“Mmmhumm.” She murmurs into his ear before nibbling upon it. Something tells him that she is very much getting into said mood. Her fingers dig deeply into his back, drawing scratch marks.

The throbbing between his legs is building into a horrible pressure. She shifts him so that his back is on the mattress. He reaches up and takes her by the waist, sliding his hands up and down her supple curves. She is very pleasant to hold. Pleasant enough that he didn’t notice her extend one of her claws until her pointer draws a thin line of blood down his middle. She laps at the blood from his naval up. He is torn between crying out in pleasure and pain and he has a feeling that this is just the way she likes it.

She lifts her head, closes her eyes, and licks her lips, looking every bit as tall and proud as when he had first come upon her. “Next time, shave. I don’t like getting hair in my mouth. This isn’t a problem with my maidens…”

“Can you just…finish.” He winces, “don’t leave me hanging.”

She chuckles, the most wicked little grin spreading across her face. “I need you to beg for me, Winters. If you want ecstasy, beg for it, dragă mea.”

He throws his head back against the pillow. “Seriously, you’re doing this to me? I’m trying to make you feel gorgeous and you’re making me wait.”

.oOo.

He is a charming thing and twice that when he is pouting and whimpering. For the first time in a very long time, she feels powerful. She feels in control. She strokes his cheek, “I suppose I can let you off easy this time.” She drawls. “But only because I don’t want to listen to you cry.” Truthfully it is because he has helped her. He has done only a little and she already feels as though she has a body worth worshipping.

Maybe the feeling won’t last.

But for now she can bask in it and so she will allow him to bask in the pleasure that she can bring.

She lets him slip his way in. She supposes that there is an advantage to being smaller. Ethan isn’t exactly a full package, but his blood is tasty enough. On the stale side but that can be remedied. He slides his hands from her lower back to her rear and squeezes.

“You naughty boy.” She purrs.

Perhaps he is lacking in size but he certainly has the right touches. The right words. The right expressions and moods. His moves aren’t so terrible either. And by the time she rolls off of him, she is decently breathless.

For the longest time she lays quietly next to him, trailing her finger over his chest. Occasionally licking clean the blood they come away with.

“You are beautiful, Alcina. Every last bit of you.” He turns to face her, to trail his pointer over her scars and stretch marks.

“Thank you, Ethan.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

She furrows her brows.

“Tell me that you’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful, Winters.”

He groans, “you know what I meant.”

.oOo.

She falls asleep quicker than he would have liked but he supposes that he can’t hold it against her. Between a hard transformation, a liberal amount of wine, and finally being back in the comfort of her bed, it was the perfect combination to lull her off.

Anyways, it is nice to just hold her. To wrap his arms around her and bask in the knowledge that things are finally looking up. His Rose is slumbering in the other room with three surprisingly gentle and adoring fly beasts, he doesn’t have to dread encountering Miranda, and Dimitrescu is finally safe and out of the cold.

He cups her cheek, kisses her forehead, and holds her close. He supposes that he should savor her being able to fit into his arms while it lasts. Not that the prospect of having someone to carry him around is off putting. In fact, he is quite eager for her to grow back into herself. Into the woman who can toss lycans clear across the castle with no problem.

For now he will cherish what he has of her.

#Alcina Dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu #Ethan Winters #Alcina/Ethan #Fanfiction

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Like the rest of the story and the fact Ouseltni from a reliable source in fact the core of the story and the fact that the other drama of suspense

Jambiya: Yemeni heritage uniforms for men placed on a large waist with a sharp knife extracted from rhinoceros horn

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Lake + comments do you think of my dear ones to know and criticisms .. I liked the idea of the story Fjsdtha reality is happening and kills many

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