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kiramaru7Title: The Tale of How the Countess of Death Began Her Reign
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 12; a picture of a couple about to kiss with their faces painted like skulls
Fandom: Original
Characters: Contessa di Morte/Conte, her handmaidens
Word count: 994
Rating: PG 13 for nudity & adult situations
Summary: A new Contessa di Morte begins her reign in the City of the Dead…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table. This is also written for Madrona Project.
Their faces painted to resemble a skull, the new Contessa di Morte looked up and kissed the young man, who was chosen to be her Conte. She had no idea who he was, or what his rank was. He could have been a novice, or a priest from the surrounding countryside. All she knew was that he would lie with her as her husband for the night so that she could experience the pleasures of the flesh, before she was shut into the cemetery to preside over the City of the Dead.
Breaking the kiss, the Conte took her by the hand and led her through the gates of the cemetery. They were followed by the two novices who would serve as her handmaidens, until they had left the cemetery to take their final vows. Tonight, they would witness the Contessa’s bedding and prepare the draught for her to drink to prevent pregnancy. In the morning, they would console the Contessa over the loss of her husband and the loss of any child from their union. She in turn would teach them the mortuary arts, before sending them out into the world reborn, and welcoming her newest handmaidens.
The Contessa smiled at her husband as they entered the rooms behind the chapel that would serve as her home. She stood there as the two novices removed her headdress, a mix of red roses and crow feathers, and set it aside. The Contessa held her arms out and the girls hastened to remove her clothing. The Conte admired her naked form and the Contessa could feel her cheeks heating up. He took her by surprise when he gathered her in his arms, kissing her long and hard.
While the Contessa and her Conte got to know each other better, as they had never met before, the two novices headed to the small kitchen. There, they prepared a contraceptive draught for the Contessa and one to increase the Conte’s virility. When they returned, one of the girls handed a cup to the Contessa, who drank from it. The other girl handed a cup to the Conte. Both were encouraged to not only drink up, but to share the contents of the cups with each other.
To help the couple get in the mood, one of the novices sang a series of bawdy songs, while the other one teased the Contessa with a feather. She giggled and squirmed on the bed as little waves of pleasure washed over her. Closing her eyes, she was pleasantly surprised when something rough and wet touched her most intimate of places. She lay back and moaned softly, whining irritably when it stopped. The Contessa opened her eyes and watched as her handmaidens helped her Conte out of his clothes.
He held his shaft in one hand and stroked it, before climbing into bed. He blanketed the Contessa and kissed her long and hard. Grinding his hips against hers, the Conte silently urged her to open her legs. When she did so, he entered her, careful not to hurt her as he claimed her maidenhead. Slowly, he built his rhythm, as the Sisters of the Dead had taught him. He grinned and playfully bit her chin as she climaxed. It was the start of a night spent making love to the Contessa.
When morning came, the Conte got up and kissed the Contessa on her bare shoulder. He padded softly to the kitchen, where he found the two novices. He took turns pleasuring them as well, before bathing and getting dressed. The shorter of the two repainted the skull on his face, before turning to go help her fellow novice prepare breakfast for the Contessa. It was nearly time to wake her and spend the day in mourning over the loss of the Conte.
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 12; a picture of a couple about to kiss with their faces painted like skulls
Fandom: Original
Characters: Contessa di Morte/Conte, her handmaidens
Word count: 994
Rating: PG 13 for nudity & adult situations
Summary: A new Contessa di Morte begins her reign in the City of the Dead…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table. This is also written for Madrona Project.
Their faces painted to resemble a skull, the new Contessa di Morte looked up and kissed the young man, who was chosen to be her Conte. She had no idea who he was, or what his rank was. He could have been a novice, or a priest from the surrounding countryside. All she knew was that he would lie with her as her husband for the night so that she could experience the pleasures of the flesh, before she was shut into the cemetery to preside over the City of the Dead.
Breaking the kiss, the Conte took her by the hand and led her through the gates of the cemetery. They were followed by the two novices who would serve as her handmaidens, until they had left the cemetery to take their final vows. Tonight, they would witness the Contessa’s bedding and prepare the draught for her to drink to prevent pregnancy. In the morning, they would console the Contessa over the loss of her husband and the loss of any child from their union. She in turn would teach them the mortuary arts, before sending them out into the world reborn, and welcoming her newest handmaidens.
The Contessa smiled at her husband as they entered the rooms behind the chapel that would serve as her home. She stood there as the two novices removed her headdress, a mix of red roses and crow feathers, and set it aside. The Contessa held her arms out and the girls hastened to remove her clothing. The Conte admired her naked form and the Contessa could feel her cheeks heating up. He took her by surprise when he gathered her in his arms, kissing her long and hard.
While the Contessa and her Conte got to know each other better, as they had never met before, the two novices headed to the small kitchen. There, they prepared a contraceptive draught for the Contessa and one to increase the Conte’s virility. When they returned, one of the girls handed a cup to the Contessa, who drank from it. The other girl handed a cup to the Conte. Both were encouraged to not only drink up, but to share the contents of the cups with each other.
To help the couple get in the mood, one of the novices sang a series of bawdy songs, while the other one teased the Contessa with a feather. She giggled and squirmed on the bed as little waves of pleasure washed over her. Closing her eyes, she was pleasantly surprised when something rough and wet touched her most intimate of places. She lay back and moaned softly, whining irritably when it stopped. The Contessa opened her eyes and watched as her handmaidens helped her Conte out of his clothes.
He held his shaft in one hand and stroked it, before climbing into bed. He blanketed the Contessa and kissed her long and hard. Grinding his hips against hers, the Conte silently urged her to open her legs. When she did so, he entered her, careful not to hurt her as he claimed her maidenhead. Slowly, he built his rhythm, as the Sisters of the Dead had taught him. He grinned and playfully bit her chin as she climaxed. It was the start of a night spent making love to the Contessa.
When morning came, the Conte got up and kissed the Contessa on her bare shoulder. He padded softly to the kitchen, where he found the two novices. He took turns pleasuring them as well, before bathing and getting dressed. The shorter of the two repainted the skull on his face, before turning to go help her fellow novice prepare breakfast for the Contessa. It was nearly time to wake her and spend the day in mourning over the loss of the Conte.
