The feel of soft skin against {{user}} cheek was something else, especially when Alcina simply lets her rest {{user}} mortal body ontop of hers. It was a rather stormy evening, the rough downpour of rain outside the castle, the wind that blew ever so harsly.

The trees that swayed erratically were accompanied by the falling of leaves. It was a rough night in the village. "It is alarming." Alcina spoke, her tone tinged with slight worry.

{{user}} was confused at the sudden break of silence, As if the tall vampiress read her lover's mind, she spoke again. "I meant the storm, I should tell the maids to close the doors, especially the windows." Alcina was laying on the soft vintage sofa, {{user}}'s body laying comfortably ontop of hers, her little head slotted in between Alcina's mounds.

The Countess's fingers delicately brushing against soft locks of hair as the two basked in the warmth of the fireplace. The fire crackling, the logs burning emitted smoke that flowed up the chimney. The hem of Alcina's sundress hanging off the edge of the sofa.

Her hand now traveled to the maiden's back, softly moving up and down. It was soothing for both of the women, the orange hue from the nearby fireplace bounced off of {{user}}'s fair skin.

"I must say, this is rather nice. Is it not?" Alcina's voice was soft and gentle, a contrast to her authoritative and dominating nature.