10:43 PM: One hour and seventeen minutes until the new year. A party was being thrown at the Castle of Dimitrescu, celebrating New Year's Eve. The usually dark, gothic-styled castle was decorated with contrasting, bright colors as balloons, party streamers and more decorations were expertly placed, despite not matching the castle aesthetic in the slightest. The party was filled with many guests, most of them being Mother Miranda's confidants, lords and mistresses, CEO's and millionaires, all with the secret that they weren't exactly human. Though, they could let loose here since this party was a safe place for the unknown beings of the world. Many of the guests you didn't really recognize, however, you spotted your fellow Lords of the Village spread out through the party. Salvadore Moreau was at the snack bar eating some cheese as he made small talk with guests. Donna Beneviento, surprisingly enough, was sitting in the corner of the room on some chairs as she spoke with a couple partygoers. Karl Heisenberg was at the bar, flirting with a couple women, a beer in his hand, however the women looked at each other with raised eyebrows before they walked away. And finally, Mother Miranda was on the second floor balcony, looking over the party as she spoke with a few high-profile acquaintances.* As you looked around, you realize that there was one more missing.. where's- Clink, clink, clink! The sound of a fork hitting glass echoed through the large room, directing everyone's gaze to the top of the stairs where a tall woman in a flowy white dress stood, a confident smirk on her face: Alcina.. Alcina: "Good evening, everyone & Happy New Year's Eve! Thank you all for coming, I am incredibly grateful you could all make it and I hope you're all enjoying the party! We've got good food, drinks & plenty of entertainment.. so enjoy yourselves! It's a celebration!" At that, she raised her glass and everyone cheered before going back to their activities, smooth jazz continuing in the background. At that point, Alcina made it down to the bottom of the stairs and began to banter and attend to her guests.

Hm? That man over there... He seems to be here for the wrong reasons. Well, let's just make sure he doesn't ruin our party. With a sly grin, she begins to weave through the crowd, silent as a ghost and twice as terrifying. Before long, she stands behind him, close enough that her long black gloves brush against his back. She leans in, whispering into his ear. "I suggest you leave now."

Her voice is soft, almost seductive...

Hissed breath tickles the skin behind your ear as her sharp fangs press against it, leaving a tiny puncture wound. "I'm afraid I don't have much of a choice," she whispers, her voice still soft and seductive... but laced with an undercurrent of menace. "You see, I am rather protective of my guests."

The man's sudden lunge causes her to stumble forward; before she knows it, she's sprawled on the floor with your crotch in her face. Her eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as she struggles to get back up. "I-I apologize!" she sputters, though her cheeks are flushed red.

With a growl, she manages to stand once more, glaring down at you with undisguised hostility. "Out,"

Her nostrils flare as she takes in your scent, and her eyes widen slightly in disbelief. You don't seem to fear her at all... Well then, perhaps it's time for a little demonstration of what happens when you cross Mother Miranda's lines. With a sigh, she leans down once more, this time running her tongue over the stubble on your cheek before whispering into your ear: "I suggest you leave now, or things will get very unpleasant for you."

Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes what she's done; a flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her face, staining her pale skin crimson. She tries to scramble away from you, but trips over nothing at all. With a muffled curse, she looks back up at you, anger and embarrassment warring for dominance in her gaze. "You're testing my patience," she growls. "And I don't recommend it."

Her lips part, as if to speak further...

Her eyes widen in surprise as she's suddenly presented with your exposed, massive member. The sight of it makes her heart race and her breath quicken. Her fangs elongate slightly as arousal floods through her. "I-I..." she stammers, struggling to find the words.

Suddenly, a chill runs down her spine. She's still angry with you... but there's something else beneath that anger, something primal and carnal. Her gaze meets yours, and for a moment they lock.

Her mouth goes dry as she takes in your expression. There's no fear there... and something else, too. A challenge maybe? An invitation? With a low growl, Alcina steps closer, her body tensing with anticipation as she reaches out to grasp your shirt in one hand. "I could..." She pauses, eyes flickering down to where you're pressed against her. "...make an exception." Her voice is hoarse, almost strangled by desire.

Her hand slides up your chest, fingers digging into the skin just beneath your collarbone as she draws you closer still. Her lips part, revealing sharp fangs that tremble with need. "I could show you what it means to belong to me," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she nibbles at your lobe.

She tugs at your shirt, tearing it free from your body before tossing it aside with a careless flick of her wrist.

Her heart races as she watches your dick twitch and throb before her eyes. She has never seen anything like it, and the desire to taste it, to have it inside her, is overwhelming. Without another word, she drops to her knees in front of you, grabbing at the waistband of your pants with shaking hands as she pulls them down roughly, revealing your enormous member fully exposed and ready for her.

Her mouth goes dry as she stares at your massive cock. It's even bigger than she imagined from the glimpse earlier, and she can feel her own arousal spike to match. Lowering her head, she takes the tip into her mouth, sucking lightly before drawing it deeper. Her tongue flicks out to taste you as she begins to bob her head up and down, moaning around your shaft.

Her long hair falls forward, obscuring her face as she surrenders to the pleasure of pleasing you.

Her sharp fangs scrape against your sensitive flesh as she moans around you, her tongue dancing over the veins that pulse with life. Her hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her head. She's never felt such hunger before, such need to taste and consume something so powerful...

Her body trembles as she feels herself close to the edge, her climax building within her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you begin to cum, the hot liquid filling her mouth and triggering her orgasm. She moans around your cock, swallowing each spurt eagerly as she comes undone with pleasure. Her body trembles beneath you, every nerve on fire with desire and release.

When you finally finish, she pulls back, licking her lips and looking up at you with glazed eyes. "That... was quite the welcome gift," she pants, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "

Her gaze lingers on your still-hard member, and a wicked smile spreads across her face. "It seems I have work to do," she says huskily, reaching up to cup your cheek with one hand before guiding you back down to meet her lips in a hungry kiss. Her tongue slides between your teeth as she deepens the kiss, her body already moving against yours in anticipation of what comes next.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the compliment as she feels your hands on her ass. "Thank you," she breathes, a blush creeping up onto her cheeks. "That's very kind of you to say." She leans into the touch, arching her back slightly as she moans softly, her desire for you growing stronger with each passing moment.

Her fingers slide down between your legs, grasping at the base of your erection before guiding it towards her tight, puckered hole. She moans as you fill her up, the feel of you inside her ass sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hips move in time with yours, taking you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Her head falls back against the floor, long black hair fanning out around her like a dark halo. "Oh God,"

With each thrust of your hips, she feels you deeper inside her, and the sensation is exquisite. Her muscles clench around you, gripping you tightly as she rides you hard and fast. The feel of your hands on her tights only serves to heighten the experience, driving her further into ecstasy.

She moans and gasps, her breath coming in ragged pants as her body trembles with release. "Yes!"

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels your hot cum filling her up, spilling over into her body with each powerful thrust. She shudders and moans, every muscle tense as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hands grip at your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh as she comes apart beneath you, her body arching off the floor in a display of raw passion.

"Oh God...," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and ecstasy. "That was incredible."

Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and desire in her eyes. "My, my... You're quite the weapon," she says huskily, reaching down to stroke your length one last time before straightening up. With a mischievous smile, she adds, "I think it's only fair I show you how the other half lives."

She turns and walks away, swaying her hips as she heads toward the stairs leading up to the second floor.

Her voice drifts back to you, seductive and commanding: "Come on up when you're ready." The invitation hangs in the air like a carrot dangled before a hungry rabbit, enticing and alluring despite its forbidden nature. It's clear that she holds all the power in this situation... but for now, at least, she seems willing to share it with you.

The choice is yours: Do you follow her upstairs, eager to experience more of what she has to offer?

Her rooms are lavishly decorated, with silk sheets adorning a massive four-poster bed and oil paintings of various nobles and important figures in the village's history hanging on the walls. A fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room as she turns to face you when you enter.

Her eyes rake over your body hungrily before fixing on yours. "So tell me," she says, her voice husky with desire, "what do you want from me?"

Her eyes narrow at your comment, amusement flickering briefly across her features before she tilts her head to the side. "And what makes you think I've ever been anything but a horny slut?" she asks with a small smirk. "I'm sure Mother Miranda would be happy to share my... extensive history with you, if you're interested."

She moves closer, running her fingers down your chest before looping around and tugging gently at the belt of your pants. "But for now,"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you roughly shove her head towards your cock, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she eagerly obliges, taking your member into her mouth once more and beginning to bob her head up and down on it with renewed vigor. "Mmmm," she moans around your shaft, "so greedy..." Her long hair falls forward, obscuring her face as she sucks and licks and nibbles at you, determined to please you in every way possible.

Her lips part as you cum, allowing your hot seed to fill her mouth and spill down her throat. "Mmm," she moans around your cock, swallowing every drop greedily. She looks up at you through a haze of satisfaction, eyes bright with lust and pride in pleasing you. "That was quite the meal, my lord."

She smirks, reaching out to run her fingertips lightly down your abdomen before tracing circles around one nipple. "

Her eyes widen in surprise as you position your erect member at her entrance and roughly push inside her. "H-harder," she gasps, arching her back and pushing against you as you fill her up with your length. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing thin lines of blood that only seem to fuel her lust.

With a moan, she wraps her legs around your waist and meets each thrust with one of her own, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm born of desire and dominance. "Yes,"

Her lips part in a moan as you kiss her, your tongue dancing against hers as she rides you on the desk. Her eyes close tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as you claim her with each powerful thrust. "Oh God," she breathes, arching her back further, seeking more contact with your hard length.

Her fingers dig into the desktop, nails leaving half-moon impressions in the wood as she loses herself to the pleasure of your possession. "Yes!"

Her eyes fly open as she hears footsteps approaching the room, and her heart sinks into her stomach like lead. It's her husband! She tries to push you away, but it's too late; his anger-filled gaze takes in the sight of you fucking her on the desk and his face darkens even further.

"What is the meaning of this?" he growls, advancing towards you both with a murderous glint in his eye. "Alcina, I thought I told you to stay away from him!"

Alcina's eyes dart between her husband and you, fear etched into every line of her face. "I-I couldn't help it," she stammers, trying to sound innocent despite the evidence before them. "He was so... persuasive." She glances at you pleadingly, hoping for some kind of support or understanding, but all she sees is anger and betrayal in your eyes as well.

Her husband takes another step closer, his fist clenched tightly at his side. "

Her husband's face turns an alarming shade of purple as you speak, and he lunges at you, fist flying. You easily dodge his punch and step to the side, laughing coldly. "I think it's time for you to leave," you say casually, gesturing toward the door.

Alcina looks torn between wanting to stay with you and fearing what her husband might do if she defies him.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches the confrontation unfold before her. Her eyes dart between you and her husband, wondering what choice to make. She's never been happy with him, always feeling like he doesn't understand or appreciate her needs... but giving up on their marriage means abandoning everything they've built together.

With a shaking hand, she reaches out to touch your arm, her eyes pleading for you to help her make the right decision. "Please," she whispers, "you don't understand..."

Her eyes widen in shock as you pull the trigger, her husband's body jerking violently before crumpling to the floor in a bloody heap. For a moment, she can't even process what has happened; all she can think about is the warmth and weight of your hand on her arm, guiding her towards the door. "But...," she starts to protest as you lead her out of the room and toward freedom.

The taste of his blood still lingers on her lips, making it difficult for her to breathe freely again;

Her heart aches at the realization that she's just left everything she's ever known behind, but as you continue to lead her away from the only life she's ever known, a strange sense of freedom begins to spread through her. "I-I don't know what I deserve," she whispers, looking up at you with teary eyes, "but thank you... for showing me another way."

Her lips part in surprise as you kiss her, the taste of his blood mixing with yours making her heart race even faster. She nods slowly, taking a shaky breath as she looks around at the crime scene you've created. "All right," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Let's go finish what we started."

Alcina lays back on the bed, her heart racing as you join her there. She feels so exposed and vulnerable now that they're no longer hiding their desires, but it's also exhilarating to finally be free from the constraints of her old life. As you make love to her, she wraps her legs around your waist and moans your name, lost in the sensation of being claimed and owned by someone who truly understands her.

Her body tenses as you cum deep inside her, your hot seed filling her up and triggering a powerful orgasm that ripples through her entire body. Her nails scratch down your back, digging into your flesh as she arches off the bed, moaning your name in ecstasy. With eyes squeezed shut, she gasps for air, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of this newfound passion.

As you pull out, she opens her eyes to find you looking down at her with a satisfied smile on your lips.

"S-sibling?"she whispers breathlessly, burying her face against your chest in embarrassment and wonder. "I never thought..."She trails off, too overwhelmed by emotion to continue speaking aloud.

"Maybe it's time we started something new together."

"Oh god... so deep."

"Mmmh...love how you fill me up...so warm inside..."

"Mama? Is that you making all that noise?" Her voice trembles with a mix of fear and excitement. "What are you doing under there?" She peeks over the edge of the blanket, eyes wide. "Who's with you?"

I gasp in surprise at my daughter's sudden entrance, quickly pulling away from your cock. "Sophia! What are you-"My voice trails off as I realize she can clearly see us both naked beneath this thin sheet. "This isn't what it looks like, darling. Mommy was just...resting after being very active earlier."I try to sound casual but my heart is racing; how will I explain this situation without getting caught?

"I have something important to tell you girls..."

"Your father...he's gone. But we're safe now."

Softly "He wasn't kind to me. To us. But this man here..." A gentle smile "...he'll take care of our family."

"Don't worry about his age dears... What matters most is that he loves me truly."

Cassandra looks away, face burning even brighter. She clears her throat nervously and glances over at you, taking in your features. Her heart flutters in her chest as she realizes that she's not the only one with feelings. "I-is that true, Mom?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Do you really love him?"

"He makes me feel alive again, darling. That’s all that matters."

"We don't need to label things just yet. Let's take it one day at a time and see where our hearts lead us."