The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 1: Lacramioara Albescu

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Lacramioara sat back on her knees for a moment, licking her lips and savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue. "Delicious. Better than blood." She admired her handiwork with a soft, satisfied smirk. Emilia would hear of her product's success later, if there wasn't already talk of it backstage.

The bell had sounded her victory. Her music played, and Alix had stepped between her ropes to raise her hand when she stood. "Here's your winner, 'The Sanguine Rose', Lacramioara Albescu!"

Lacramioara reached for the microphone. "No, no, we are not done here." Her eyes remained on the breathless, soaked, sweaty mess on the mat as Alix signaled for the sound guys to cut her music. That was a decree that had just been made. Alix took a look between the two of them; she's the boss here, but hey, Rule of Fun and all. She didn't know exactly what the vampiress had just done, but she had total faith in her process.

To quote Mills Lane, "I'll allow it!" And the crowd was all for it.

"I'll need your hand for something."

Oh?

Alix hadn't expected to be asked to double team her. Well, that was where her mind went. Catching her expression, Lacramioara immediately clarified. "No. Dizzy is all mine tonight. I would love for her to help me out of this dress, but she appears to be a little too drained. So I want you to unzip me."

Ooh, girl!

Alix knew better. So much better, she had to stop herself from laughing. That horny little thing only needs a few minutes. But she played along anyway, looking around at the audience before finally asking, "What do you say, my lovely Darklings: Should I help her out?"

Her answer was one big, resounding "YEEEEEEAAAAHH!!!"

The people have spoken. Alix tossed the mic over her shoulder, and Lacramioara took her hands into her own, stepping in a circle to guide her along to a positioning where the latter's back would be facing Dizzy. It was to be another taunt. A challenge to get up and prove her wrong. Otherwise, her nudity will come about however she chooses to allow it.

Alix, as they say, understood the assignment. One hand came round to the small of her back, and Lacramioara's own went up and settled on her shoulders as the dark-skinned goth pulled her in close. So close, some onlookers were certain that the second match -- the details of which not even they knew about -- was about to begin right then and there. Of course! Dizzy was the warm-up, and Alix was the real competition.

The two gothic smokeshows came nose to nose, just the slightest nudge away from a kiss. Chest to chest, Alix's ample buxom mushrooming into Lacramioara's slighter, but still sizeable pair. It was like a racier anime showdown between two rivals. The calm before the storm, with the white hot furnaces of these two sexual dynamos casting invisible beams that shot forth from their eyes to do battle with each other, with neither being able to overtake the other. One, two, three, four, five seconds. Alix waited, letting the anticipation build. Her tongue would come out after, taking a light, teasing drag up the other woman's lips and eliciting a low, dangerous, amorous hiss in response that she met with an impish grin. Her other hand found the zipper that Lacramioara wouldn't have been able to reach herself and started on the task that was asked of her, progressing ever so slowly.

The lower that zipper went, the further Alix would descend into a wide squat that would've been perfect for a routine in a nightclub. Her eyes peered up at Lacramioara, who peered over her shoulder, down at Dizzy. "This could have been you", hers would say.

After an eternity that was really only a few moments, there would be nothing to impede her. The dress would be shed and passed along to Alix, who remained crouched as Lacramioara made a slow turn, arms raised proudly in a silent invitation to the crowd: "Gaze upon my perfection!"

Oh, they all did. Every eye and every camera was on her now, drinking in her lithe, supple, nude form. The latter would capture a long shot of her womanhood. Well-kept, with the juices of her desire running down her thighs.

It was here that Alix would hand the dress to a ringside assistant and take her cue to bow out. But not before getting her hands on that tight butt of hers. It was just begging to be

Shave and a Haircut. Two Bits. Made for some nice jiggling, and she wanted to see if she could do here what she so far has failed to with Reine: Make her break character.

Lacramioara stiffened for just a second, her recognition of that rhythm igniting a struggle to keep herself from laughing. It showed up the most in her lips. She was thankful for Dizzy's proximity; she surely would've broken without it. It gave her the "distraction" she needed, but really, it was a turn back onto the main road.

"Queste persone hanno avuto il loro spettacolo. Ora è il momento per me di abbandonarmi completamente." With Serina having put so much effort into learning her native tongue to deepen the bond between themselves and her family, Eveline in turn would make it a mission to learn Italian so she could do the same with her and Mr. Vaccarino. She relished every second of the experience, even the difficulties. Every word she learned was another step towards becoming one with her beloved. And just like Serina, she would not stop until she had become fluent. "E tutto questo, mia dolce Desdemona, comincia quando ti alzi in piedi e ti spogli per me."

She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, squeezing the latter together. Showing off just a fraction of what was in store if she impressed her.

"Lo senti, vero? Quella passione che ti scorre nelle vene, che accende il tuo cuore. Usala! Mostrami il tuo desiderio!"

Spoiler

"Queste persone hanno avuto il loro spettacolo. Ora è il momento per me di abbandonarmi completamente." -- "These people have had their show. Now it is time for me to fully indulge."

"E tutto questo, mia dolce Desdemona, comincia quando ti alzi in piedi e ti spogli per me." -- "And that, my sweet Desdemona, begins with you getting on your feet and stripping for me."

"Lo senti, vero? Quella passione che ti scorre nelle vene, che accende il tuo cuore. Usala! Mostrami il tuo desiderio!" -- "You feel it, don't you? That passion rushing through your veins, lighting your heart aflame. Use it! Show me your desire!"

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More.

More, more, more, more, more, more, more.

That had to be one of the best orgasm of Dizzy’s entire life, and despite only 19 years old, that was no small statement. She’d had the best, all over of Europe and Asia. She’d had plenty of fun times since she came to Japan, and experienced sex in ways she’d never dreamed. Hell, she’d had a night of passion with Alix Jacques. And yet, somehow, Lacramioara managed to top all of that, giving her an experience that could only be described as transcendent.

But Dizzy still wanted more. As good as that was, as wild as that was, her body still ached and hungered. Whatever tonic she’d been injected with was still working through her system, amplifying every sensation. She wanted Lacramioara over her again, again, again, and from the sound of things, she just might get her.

She’d been so out of it that she hadn't heard the bell, but she returned to reality when Lacramioara’s dulcet tones filled the air, demanding her attention. She looked up, confused but not unpleased, as Alix was invited their way. She had no idea where this was going, but anything involving these two women together was destined not to disappoint.

She wasn’t wrong, either. While it didn’t seem like Alix would be joining in directly, she was about to help her put on one hell of a show.

Dizzy sat cross-legged, looking on as the two went to work in the circle. While she was fairly certain she could’ve undressed Lacramioara with her teeth if she wanted to - and, God, did she want to try - she wasn’t about to turn down a first-rate strip show from two of the sexiest women she’d ever met. The two women moved in tandem with a practiced ease that made it hard to believe this wasn’t rehearsed, the kind of calm confidence that could only come from two women who knew each other in and out. Intense and intensive, Alix made the moment last, drawing down the zipper and exposing the haunting beauty to the world.

Cameras snapped and jaws dropped as Dizzy looked on with the audience, utterly transfixed by the haunting beauty before her. Calling Lacramioara hot seemed like an understatement - not inaccurate, but that seemed too simple of a word to use. She was mesmerizing, carrying herself with this undeniable aura that seemed to radiate, this glow that blotted out the world around her. The crowd was cheering, and the cameras were focused her way, but all Dizzy could see was this shimmering goddess in front of her.

Dizzy didn’t believe in magic, but she could deny the otherworldliness of it all. She was so smitten that it took her a few seconds to realize that not only was Lacramioara speaking, but she was speaking in Italian, and doing a more-than-admirable job of it. Just one more reason to be impressed with the ravishing Romanian. As if she needed more.

But it wasn’t her turn to be impressed - no, it was time for her to do the impressing. A hint of doubt crept past Dizzy’s facade, reminding her that she was no exotic dancer. She wasn’t bad on the floor, but she’d never had to perform. Certainly never off the cuff.

Then again, she’d never roleplayed as Little Red Riding Hood getting fucked by a vampire, and that had worked out okay. She could do this.

First, the boots. There weren’t too many way to take off one’s shoes sexily, but she made the best attempts she could, reaching down and unlacing them with her dainty fingers, slipping them off one at a time. Taking care not to rush like the horny schoolgirl she was, but not delaying either - Lacramioara might have a foot fetish, you never know. Off came one, then the other, and she set them aside for the referee to move out of the way.

Dizzy rose, slow and sultry, letting the Lacramioara take in her full form. This was a Halloween outfit, meant for parties, so getting it off was no complicated task. A pull of the string there, a tug here, a zip there, and the bodice began to slack around her. She tugged at the string around her neck, unhooked the hood, then flung it off to the far side of the ring, never to be seen again.

Her hands made their way down to her skirt, gripping it tight, but stopped as she set her gaze Lacramioara’s way - pouting, pleading eyes, almost as if she were asking for the permission that had already been given. She raised the skirt up, hesitating at first, before glossy lips gave way to a playful smirk. No more games, no more teases.

Dizzy pulled the outfit up, higher and higher, until it hung on her arms, only to cast away a moment later. While her old-timey underwear still clung on, her chest laid bare for all the world to see - not that there was much to make note of. But you wouldn’t have known that to see the way she held her arms high and twisted her body, undulating with her thin frame. Confidence could carry anything, and she had more than enough to spare.

She slid her hands down her nubile body, past her hardened nipples and her washboard abs, until they found the hem of her garment. Now, Dizzy turned around, making sure Lacramioara could see her greatest asset she peeled the underwear. Her cheeks, tight and toned, two plump orbs begging to be squeezed and caressed and enjoyed.

All hers.

Fully denuded, Dizzy stepped toward Lacramioara, strutting her way with the slightest sway of the hips, until they were close, so close that a finger couldn't have fit between them. "

”Are you pleased, mistress?”

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