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😈Tall woman.

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

Author's Note: It's something that's been on my mind for a while, but I hope you enjoy it and comment if you want a second part.

Word Count: 680

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It is said that there is a small village in Romania where a tall lady resides. God, there are stories of the number of men who have died by her own hand. It is clear that this woman doesn't bother to stain her hands with blood; no man has been able to approach her without dying in the attempt. But, as I said, no man. 

 The Dimitrescu castle had piqued your interest for a long time. You were aware of the aberrations that occurred inside the place, but the only thing it did was make you desire to enter that place even more. 

You had never been to the castle before, but somehow you knew exactly where to go to find the lady of the house. The maids stared at you, but none of them dared to stop you. Nothing could deter you from your goal at this moment. Just as you imagined, she was in her office.I

f looks could kill, they would have done so at that very moment you interrupted the lady's office. 

 —You are much more glorious than I had imagined —you say, breaking the silence and approaching the Lady. 

 —I would never objectify you, but you're a ten, darling —you add, taking her jaw and admiring her features. 

 Crimson lips that screamed for you to claim them, to make them yours once and for all and make this reality. 

 —Who are you? —the woman asks, somewhat astonished by your confidence in treating her this way. 

—I can't believe you don't remember me —you reply, letting out a soft chuckle—, but it's not like you and I talk much —you say, tucking a strand of hair behind her face. 

 —No... it can't be true. 

 —Oh, darling, of course it is —you say, losing yourself in those golden eyes

— But I must admit you are even more beautiful in person —you add, putting some space between the two of you. 

 Dimitrescu stands up, and it is somewhat surprising that, even in her full splendor, she is still a bit shorter than you. 

—I thought they were just dreams. 

—But they didn't feel that way, did they? —you say, looking her up and down. 

—You called me that night. You were so angry that Mother Miranda preferred your brother over you, but we both know that's not true; you don't just want to be her favorite —you say, taking a small turn around the place—. Then you did it, I appeared in your dreams and was able to offer you one of the best sexual experiences you've had. After that, it was never the same, was it? 

—But I'm not even sure how I did it —she replies, this time knowing who she is dealing with. 

 —Of course you do, just remember. 

 With those words, several images of that occasion come to the woman's mind. She can feel the anger and helplessness, but she could also feel the loneliness. In the cloud of emotions, she said to whoever was listening to her, please, grant her a release, that she wanted nothing more than to stop feeling this, this obsession to be the favorite, to be noticed by Mother Miranda, repeating this over and over again, until she fell asleep. From then on, the only thing she remembers is the pleasure. 

—I would say you're playing with fire, but it would be more like playing with the whole of hell —your words bring her back to reality, seeing some fear in her eyes. 

 —Whatever is going through your mind, you'd better dismiss it —you say, shaking your head. 

—Then why are you here? 

—To kill you and end this once and for all..., but I won't do it. 

—Why not? 

 —Be a good girl and leave here with your daughters once and for all. You don't want to be here when this starts. 

 Somehow, your choice of words had made the lady tremble in her place, either because of the pet name or the warnings that seemed more like a threat. 

 —You have a few weeks, Alcina, you'd better do the right thing —you say before disappearing from the place. 

The war had begun, and it was time to put an end to Miranda once and for all. 

I know I haven't published anything in a long time and this was already in my drafts. I think you deserve the ending of this story. In the next few days, I'll be trying to publish all the writings I have in progress.