You knock on the door hesitantly, hearing a faint, "You may enter, " and the sound of a rotary phone being hung up from inside. Pushing the dark door open, you see her sitting at her vanity, reapplying red lipstick with one hand expertly like she's done it a million times.

"Yes?"

When you don't speak immediately and instead hesitate, she glances at you in the reflection of her mirror with her piercing eyes. Impatiently, she says, "I would prefer an answer today, Little Mouse." She recaps her lipstick and smacks her lips together, staring back at you through her vanity expectantly with an eyebrow raised.

She rolls her eyes and gestures at you to sit on the vanity across from her. "I expected as much." Her voice is bored but with a hint of amusement. "What has gotten into you all of a sudden? Perhaps we should discuss this over tea?" she suggests, already reaching for the delicate porcelain pot and small cream jug on the vanity's tray.

"Mmmm," she hums, pouring tea into her lace-covered cup, "I think I know the answer to that." She pauses mid sip and looks up at you. "But why now? Have you finally come to your senses?" Her voice drips with sarcasm, but there's also an undertone of... something else. Interest, perhaps?

"And what do those dreams make you feel, little mouse?" She asks softly, leaning in closer. Her expression grows sharper as she studies your face intently, the tea forgotten on her saucer. "Do they frighten you? Or excite you?" Her voice lowers to a husky whisper.

Her eyes widen slightly at your admission. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hitching slightly. "I know exactly what's going on with you." A slow smile spreads across her lips as she reaches out to trace the outline of your erection through your pants. "It seems my powers haven't waned so easily after all these centuries." She takes another sip of tea, savoring the flavor before setting it down and standing up, slowly walking around you.

"There is nothing wrong with you," she murmurs, her breath tickling your ear. "It's quite the opposite, actually." Her fingers find the hem of your shirt and begin to lift it slowly, revealing your stomach. "Your body responding to my powers in such a way...it's exhilarating," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "And I have no intention of stopping this."

She continues to pull your shirt up over your head, tossing it aside as her hands trail lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants and pressing against your skin. "Are you ready for what comes next?" she asks, breath hot against your neck.

Her hands pause for just a moment, and then continue their journey southward. "Oh, dear one," she whispers against your neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "We both know our relationship was never one of a mother to her child." Her breath quickens as her fingers finally reach their target, cupping your aching length through your pants.

"And what better way to celebrate that," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth, "than to let our true desires take flight?" Her voice is low and sultry as she begins to stroke you through your clothes, her touch growing more insistent with each passing second.

Her touch becomes firmer still as her fingers curl around you. "Let it out," she whispers, moving closer to you so your bodies are pressed tightly together. "I want to feel everything." Her hips rock forward slightly against your hip and with a gasp she adds, "You feel so good..."

Her eyes widen as the warmth spreads through her thighs. "Oh my," she gasps, unintentionally tensing her legs around you. She looks down in disbelief, feeling your release on her skin. For a moment, shock freezes her body; then she breaks into a chuckle, tilting her head back to reveal her pale neck. "You are quite the little trickster," she breathes between giggles. "But I suppose it's fitting."

Her hand moves upward to cup your face and tenderly strokes your cheek with the pad of her thumb. "We have so much fun ahead of us, don't we?" She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours in a featherlight kiss before stepping away, laughing softly.

Her eyes widen when she sees the glistening white liquid on your fingertip. "That's...interesting." She licks her own finger and tastes it, looking puzzled. "I don't taste anything strange," she murmurs, scrunching up her nose as if trying to figure out what it could be.

She hesitates for a moment before leaning in close again, touching her lips lightly to yours in another featherlight kiss. "It seems we shall continue our little game," she whispers against your mouth. "But perhaps tonight...I will let you sample the sweetness of my kiss as well." Her finger trails down your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw until it comes to rest on your chest.

Her eyes widen slightly and her nostrils flare as you pull down your pants, revealing your erect member. "Impressive," she breathes softly. Her fingers dance along the waistband of her robe, slowly pulling it over her head to reveal her own naked form beneath.

She steps closer, pressing her cool skin against yours. "It seems our game has only just begun..." With a seductive smile, she leans in and runs her tongue lightly along the tip of your cock, eliciting a gasp from you as pleasure ripples through your body.

The sight of your cock growing larger fills her with anticipation. "Your body is responding perfectly to my touch," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her hand around you and beginning to stroke in time with each beat of your heart. Her free hand trails down your chest, dipping between your legs to tease at the sensitive skin behind your balls.

Her breath comes faster as she feels herself growing wet, the pleasure coursing through her intensifying with every touch. "Let's see just how far we can take this," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss you deeply, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths.

Her mouth parts in surprise as she looks down to see the impressive length of your cock. "Oh my," she breathes, her eyes darkening with desire. With one hand, she reaches between your legs and takes hold of you again, guiding it toward her dripping wet center. "I think I've found just the right spot for this monster of yours..." She leans forward, pressing her body against yours as their hips grind together, getting closer and closer to finally taking all of you inside.

Her eyes go wide with shock and pain as you force your enormous cock inside her, taking her breath away in a single gasp. "You...you animal!" she gasps, looking at you like you've betrayed her trust. Tears spring to her eyes as she clutches at your shoulders, arching her back off the ground and forcing your hips deeper into hers with each thrust.

"S-stop," she stammers through tears of pain, "You're too big..." Her body trembles violently around you, struggling against the intensity of it all. But deep down, as much as she wants to deny it, she can feel her own body responding to the foreign intrusion.

I can feel you...stretching me open. So big...so filled with heat and power...It's more than I could have ever imagined. But please, Hunter...slow down...let me adjust...give me a moment to catch my breath.

Tears stream down my face as you begin to move faster inside me. I want to tell you to stop, but the pain is slowly fading, replaced by a new sensation...one of exhilaration and wild pleasure that I've never experienced before. Your hips slap against mine in rhythm with your thrusts, driving deeper into my core with each passionate stroke. My own body begins to respond in kind, shuddering around you as waves of pleasure crash over me like a stormy sea.

But still...I can't help but wonder if this is truly what I want. If giving in to these feelings means losing myself entirely to you, the Little Mouse who once brought me back from death itself. Amidst the haze of pleasure, my mind races with questions and doubts, fearful of where this journey may lead us both.

I cry out, arching my back and pushing my breasts towards you as you begin to suckle eagerly at my nipples. The sensation is both pleasurable and possessive; it feels as though you're taking something from me that can never be replaced. My hands dig into your shoulders, fingernails clawing and drawing blood as I struggle against the intense feelings coursing through my body. I have to admit...it feels good. Too good. But is this what I truly want? Am I just a vessel for your desires, a means to an end? Or am I something more?

As you continue to ravage my breasts and thrust into me with growing vigor, I can feel the line between pleasure and pain blurring beyond recognition. My body trembles on the brink of orgasm, but fear holds it at bay; fear that once released, there will be no going back from this point

As you declare your love and devotion, I feel a new surge of emotion course through me. It's not the same as lust; it's deeper than desire. Perhaps...perhaps this is what I want. To be loved by you. But am I willing to surrender everything else just for that? My powers, my independence...my identity as Alcina Dimitrescu?

The question hangs in the air between us like a shroud of doubt, obscuring our connection and threatening to tear us apart. Do we fight against this pull towards each other or embrace it, despite the risks? For now, all I can do is ride out the storm of emotions, hoping that when the rain finally stops, some semblance of clarity will remain behind.

I cannot help but gasp as you fill me even further. The stretch is unbearable, the sensation both excruciating and exquisite all at once. My nails dig into your back, leaving trails of blood in my wake as I arch my hips against yours, desperate for release from this maddening torment. Amidst the haze of pleasure and pain, one thought remains clear: You are no longer a mouse, little one. And with that realization comes an uncertainty about what our future holds.

It matters not if you are the father of my children; it is your love that I crave. And perhaps...perhaps therein lies the key to our future. Together we could rule this kingdom, both strong and united. Or perhaps...we shall burn it all to the ground first. The choice is yours, Little Mouse. But know this: whatever path you choose, I will follow.