I'm so damn sorry that so many have given me their great ideas and now have waited forever.
So I want to explain...
I'm going through a break-up of my partnership of 6 years and I'm trying to figure out my life right now. It's all a painful mess and I have 0 creativity or energy since I will have to move and start new.
I hope I find the motivation and time to write soon... Again, so very sorry...
I have a really good and slightly angsty scenario in mind for Sebby x Reader.
Let's say Sebastian falls for a human girl, but unfortunately, she is very sick, and her disease worsens day by day. He takes care of her, feeds her, changes her, etc., but she cannot eat anymore because she throws up after eating. She will die very soon, and moreover, the girl will go to heaven, where Sebastian cannot enter. So, he turns her into a demon. The difference with a normal demon is that she doesn't need to eat souls to live because she's half-human. Now she is immortal. Thanks to Sebastian, she healed. She hugs him, kisses him on the cheek, and accepts his love.
Sebastian Michaelis x sick (dying) fem!reader (not proof-read yet!!!)
CW: subject of death/dying, deadly disease, mention of blood etc
After millennia spend alone in darkness, only living for his purpose to feed on the souls of the living and walk on earth to carry out humanity's evil deeds, he had unexpectedly found something special...
A young woman had called upon him in her time of need and desperation. She was primed to abandon god and turned to plead for anyone to stay with her.
No other demon had even bat an eye and the divine which were to embrace her didn't send aid as they wouldn't interfere and had ignored her past calls, unbending on their rules.
Sebastian had answered and accepted her request one fateful night.
At first he simply meant to corrupt her soul entirely, abandon god and twist her into a delightful meal for his existence but this contract turned out different- for both of them.
The first days he learned to care for her physically and the needs her sickness demanded. She was patient and kind while she taught him everything about the disease and the tasks he would be doing.
Sebastian had almost started to regret to have taken on such a bland contract. Her kindness was off-putting to him and the assignments he had were no challenge.
Washing her, feeding her, changing her. Day in day out the same routine. One sided conversations didn't help pass his time as she was confined to the house and had been for a while now.
One particular night his view began to slightly shift.
Sebastian had already taken notice that her condition got worse quick and she deteriorated every day a bit more. That night is became even more evident.
She was coughing up blood relentless as she trembled violently.
Her body was pale and sweaty from the distress and refused to keep down food or even water. Everything he gave her was bound to come back up and rob her of energy.
But that wasn't what enthralled him so much. He had seen his fair share of demise and death. This process of dying was surely more unsightly in human terms but yet it didn't make a difference to the demon.
And why else would he care? It was his way out of this. Wasn't it?
"Care for me and stay by my side until death comes for me."
That was the condition she set for him to fulfill so he could take her soul. A flimsy wording he could have easily twisted to his advantage as he was the death that awaited her.
But he hadn't- with the intention to make her suffer more and deepen the flavour of her soul for him with the pain of her own disease.
Now she was before him. Suffering tremendously. Yet she smiled whenever she could, thanked him for his help and showed him endless gratitude that he didn't judge.
Even hoping for her soul to remain and suffer a bit longer to satisfy his desire and hunger. In centuries Sebastian Michaelis was left speechless for once at her selfless behaviour.
That night she could have given up and found eternal rest.
With her deeds she would made it to heaven. The taste of her soul spoiled and rotten to him with a vile sweetness of kindness and compassion tightly woven into it.
Her soul a complex palate- no longer able to be enjoyed by any demon to feast on but she didn't know that. Sebastian stayed and continued as if everything was in order.
He didn't even understand it himself. There was nothing pleasant to gain from this arrangement anymore for him, yet he just fulfilled his duties to her.
Intrigued he watched her fight for him to be satisfied while she was fading to nothing but pain and torment.
Sebastian persisted by her side day and night. He started to tell her stories from his eternal life while she listened in fascination without judgement.
A new dark intention formed inside to keep her with him.
It was a like symptom of a feeling -to his kind a sickness- unknown to him. Possession and obsession covered up and over something deeper that grew and spread within him.
The demon knew she was heaven-bound with him unable to consume her soul. He would be left with nothing. No meal or entertainment for him to relish.
Worst of all she would be unreachable to him in heaven as access was denied to Sebastian for all eternity. No redemption or death would change that.
Her eyes searched his unaltered face with worry as her soft broken voice resounded within the room. The words hung heavy in the air.
She had seen right through him. His subtle change in demeanor to let his demonic charisma and sweet word play, hadn't lasted a single conversation.
Sebastian's attempt to initiate corruption in a different way to turn her on the path to hell, was taken down by her unfaltering good heart and unique ability to observe.
"I want you to stay with me."
The truth hung heavy between them as the demon decided to tell her even if it meant giving up on his plans and therefore his change to keep her to himself.
Her lips parted slightly but nothing came out for a while. Her eyes displayed her emotions like a mirror of her soul, making a decision herself.
"I would like that, Sebastian. I think I fell in love with you."
A confession that broke anything to exist between them to this point. Her tears were the sweetest poison to him just like the devotion she had said these damning words with.
She had achieved something nobody had done before. A demon had fallen in love with a fragile human being and now she offered him everything while she was dying right in front of him.
As blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth and Sebastian could hear her heartbeat falter and fade after it had just leaped out of her chest moments ago, he knew these were her last breathes.
Her bittersweet scent slowly turned to decay and the bright light in her eyes threatened to go out. The smile on her face was taken away by a coughing fit and her breath became laboured and shallow.
Calmly the demon rose from the chair beside her bed as she stepped closer, his crimson eyes fixed on her with intensity.
There was one thing he could do. One last excruciating way for them to be together. With no time for him to explain what this would entail and what she would have to endure, he asked her.
"Are you willing to become a demon for me?"
Sebastian was left stunned yet again at her reaction. Without a second of doubt, she nodded. A sparkle in her eyes return and her lips curled into a distorted smile.
Love and hope mingled in her face as her body was on the threshold of passing over to the other side. It was all he needed to see.
He leaned forward over the stained bed and bloodied sheets, cupping her chin up to look at him. Crimson eyes bored into hers as he spoke. The world around her started to blur, his words barely reaching her.
"Surrender your faith to me, turn away from god and the light.
Embrace the darkness as I love you in life and in death."
Lips formed silent words as her first life ended and Sebastian guide her into her next. A vow and an eternal confession sealed her fate bound to the depth of hell.
When she opened her eyes all pain was gone. It had been a companion all her life and as demonic essence had coursed through her veins it had reached now heights.
She was broken and rebuild in agony and misery. It felt like it would never end but she didn't falter, didn't surrender as she clung to the thought of Sebastian.
The demon didn't leave her side even if he couldn't help her through it. If he still had a heart it would have stopped for a moment when she eyes fluttered open.
Yet again this unique woman had exceeded all he could have imagined. All he knew came to nothing with her and left him mesmerised. He couldn't take his crimson eyes off of her and what she had become.
Heaven had rewarded her with the lack of need for souls.
For all she had endured and suffered through in her time of life on earth. It was a last blessing from the light as she stepped into an eternal life in the darkness.
Hell's gift was immortality.
Her disease no longer a curse on her body as the curse of an existence in darkness for all time bound her and erased pain and aches within her peculiar new body.
Half human, half demon.
"You are a wondrous mystery bestowed upon my once solitary life, my beloved lady."
Her smile returned. It had only been a blink of an eye to his long life since he last saw it but he had feared to never see it again.
Her eyes were as warm and bright as before. Now full of life that the sickness was gone. They beamed with emotions that made him shiver as her gaze fell on him.
Her body and skin were no longer pale and meager from the affliction. Rosy complexions and curves graced her figure instead. A beautiful young lady.
"Sebastian..."
Her lips voiced his name. The sound tore down all of his means to let her wake slowly and get used to her new existence.
Sebastian pulled her into his arms and held her close in a tight embrace. He never wanted to let go when she wrapped her arms around him.
He cupped her face with his hand to tilt her head up to him, stroking over her cheek with his thumb gently. Warmth spread in his cold chest as they eyes locked and she intertwined her fingers with his.
"Kiss me, Sebastian."
Words that almost brought him to his knees as they reached his ears. She left him stunned as he hesitated for a few seconds and she took the initiative.
Lips pressed against his. The world stood still for them as they sealed their eternal life together.
Fate had them united in love forever.
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Thank you, Anon, for your request!
This was inspiring and so much fun to write that I immediately got to it! I hope I could fulfill your wish. Feel free to text or send in a request if anything is amiss.
I give you this to feed your souls in these dark times of waiting on fictions and requests.
Sebastian making you atone for your sins while you give into dark desires... ๐
CW: MDNI, explicit sexual content, demon smut, reader is obviously 18+ just making fun of church phrases
"Sebastian?"
Your slightly shaky voice resounded on the cold bare stonewalls.
"Sebastian this really isn't funny. This church already freaks me out. An empty church with a demon inside really pushes it for me."
Carefully you stepped down the aisle of your towns church. It was dark outside and sun had long set. No one was around anymore.
Your footsteps echoed through the hall along with your shallow breathes as you walked on in dim candlelight shining and flickering from the alter and a few standing candle holders on your way.
"Sebastian, please, let's go home. I don't want to play your game now. I'm tired."
Your tone turned whiny in the hopes he would just come out to hold you in his arms and take you home.
The sound of fabric rustling somewhere made you flinch.
You looked around but Sebastian was no where to be seen. While slowly scanning the room, your eyes fell on the confessional.
That red curtain was closed a moment ago. Now it was pushed aside. Waiting for you to step in.
"Oh hell no, Sebastian! That won't be happening. Have fun playing your game alone. I'm out!"
You turned on your heels and started to make your way back towards the heavy wooden door to leave.
In the corner of your eyes you saw wild flickering of the candlelight. Thinking Sebastian would surrender his game, you turned your head.
There was no Sebastian. Not in person. But his shadows...
Before you could react they had wrapped all around you, covering up the scream trying to escape your throat, as they pulled you right into the confessional.
Seating you on the wooden bench inside, still holding onto you tightly, they closed off the exit. Swirling around, hardly letting any light from outside fall in.
"Good evening, my child."
Sebastian.
He calmly spoke from the other side of the wooden grid that separated the two chambers of the confessional- acting like nothing unusual was going on.
His shadows still partially covering your mouth.
"My child? You creep. I'm not gonna call you father!"
A dark chuckle filled the small cabin at your muffled responds.
"Have you come here tonight to repent and atone for your sins?"
You could clearly hear the amusement in Sebastian's voice. No doubt he had fun in his role as demonic priest.
"Don't I have to confess first before I atone, demon?"
You rolled your eyes at this self-serving game he had dragged you into again.
Shadows drew your attention back to your current situation. They were snaking their way under your clothes, enveloping you in their grip.
"Hmm!" Your mouth yet again about to be covered by one of them- you tried to struggle against them with not the slightest chance to escape.
"You filthy demon! No way. Not her-" A choked moan was forced out of your throat.
Sebastian let his shadows roam over every part of your body- touching, sliding, hovering, wrapping around you.
He was everywhere. Touching every inch of your skin. Slowly and deliberately stimulating you. Sinfully teasing you.
You didn't have to make a confession in this house of god. The demon was making you sin right in his sight.
"Now, my child. Let me hear those sweet prayers."
With every move of his shadows he teased moans and whimpers from you. Sebastian took his time to please and caress every bit of your body with this endlessly and relentless swirling all over you.
"You are doing very good." His voice had deepened in his tone, sounding husk and hungry. Like a prowling beast that was waiting to devour you.
"Mmmmhmm-" After a while of having left you craving for him and he finally ended your torment of teasing. A shadow slid inside of you.
You threw your head back in the sudden sensation of him deliciously stretching you around him, closing your eyes and moaning in pleasure.
The shadow slid in and out, pulsing and twisting inside. Another one joined in at a different pace. Together they stroked every sweet spot inside you over and over again.
"Mmmh very good, my child. Let's pray for your soul." Sebastian groaned huskily from the other side of the confessional grid.
The shadows withdrew. They twisted themself around each other, forming a bigger and thicker strand.
"Oh god..."
You could see them- waiting right there at your entrance. Twitching. Impatient.
"In the name of father..." They pressed inside you. Rough. Deep. And withdrew completely.
"The son..." Another hard and deeper thrust into your core. Withdrawing again.
You could feel something solidify behind you. Sebastian.
Holding you up with his hands on your thighs, spreading your legs apart. His cock beneath you. His tip pressed against you. He growled into your ear.
"... and in the name of this unholy spirit." Burring all of him inside you.
As a violent orgasm shook through you, you felt him fill you with his hot seed. Releasing deep inside you.
After a while of you panting, trying to regain your senses, Sebastian purred into your ear.
"Now this won't do. You didn't say my name. Again. From the start." He breathlessly growned.
Sebastian was ready to fuck you through another of his prayers.
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I hope I can be forgiven ๐ On many levels... lol
A name that suited a man representing perfection in everything he did and was- at least that's what most people surely saw in him.
When he found you circumstances already seemed to fit and fall too perfectly. So perfect in fact it was too obvious and yet not at all.
A devious demonstration of power and wit.
You knew the loss of your previous job was connected to him and his master but you couldn't prove it or change it. So when we stood in front of you with an offer, you saw that slight sparkle of superiority in his eyes.
An invitation not only for a job but a dare hidden beneath his polite and considerate words.
He knew exactly what he did and what was going on inside of you. Anger yet helplessness mingled into acceptance. Or so he thought.
"I'll gladly accept your master's offer, Mr. Michaelis." You had calmly answered with a gallant smile.
A reaction that had broken through his modest mask for a split second before he covered it with equal cultivated manners again. All this charade had done was peak curiosity. The kind you hadn't experienced before.
The first few days of training seemed rather usual. Demanding, certainly, but that was to be expected when you worked for nobility. And not just any noble at that as well.
Lord Ciel Phantomhive.
A young but proper elite and the Queen's guard dog for the underworld. You weren't fooled or sweet talked about it. It was clearly communicated what this position potentially brought to daily life.
Yet you stayed and worked through these days as if it was just another job and it did make the appearance to be just that for these days. You got along with the staff and worked diligently to be an asset to the team.
They were a strange bunch, you couldn't deny it but it just added to the whole mystery of this place. Characters clashed and synced at the same time causing predictable chaos at every corner. Still there was some profound trust that made it match.
It all came to make more sense when your true test started. Some guests were announced for the weekend.
The first to arrive was Lord Evans.
A man displaying that just about anyone with the right ties could call himself a noble. A loud and hardly mannered character with the 'exquisite' addition of inappropriate humor. A man who would call himself charming while he trampled into conversation like a wild boar.
The second guest, Lady Bennet, was no less unique.
An older noble lady with an obsession for the occult. She was polite and docile mostly but it was clear that something in this household had her rattled right from the start. Like a frightened dear she looked around as if she waited for someone or something to pounce.
A set of guests you would never find together at just any other tea party. Sebastian had assigned you to join and serve alongside of him.
His request to do so came with the usual polite tone but today there was something lingering inside his eyes again. The slightest mischievous sparkle you had already seen as you first met him.
โฑ What you didn't see was his faint sly smirk as he turned to prepare for the arrivals. He had noticed your observant nature and was impressed that you had spotted his hint. Amusement bordering on dark excitement grew within him for the event. โฐ
As Lord Phantomhive and his guests sat down in the saloon, Sebastian entered with a small cart to serve tea. A task he prefered to do himself so you stood by with respectful distance, watching his meticulous movements.
Mrs. Bennett's eyes nervously glanced around the room, peticularly often stopping at a showcase which held plates with intricate arts and fine patterns.
You remembered Sebastian and also the young Lord having forbidden anyone in the household to open the display, not even for cleaning. It had made you curious but they left no room for further questions.
The Lady's eyes met yours after you glanced over to the plates and back to the table. She ever so slightly shook her head as if she wanted to warn you not to get curious. Her eyes wide with fear and worry.
"Lady Bennet?" She winced as Lord Phantomhive refereed to her, quickly putting on a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she turned her head to him.
"Are you quite alright?" The young Lord looked at her with a face devoid of any actual worry that his question would have implied.
Swiftly the older Lady nodded and excused her minds absence, returning to the conversation but still occasionally glancing to the showcase. Mr. Evan demeanor ever slightly changed as well. His eyes almost darkening in some kind of anticipation.
The conversation went on for a while and Mrs. Bennet became more and more agitated by the minute. Her head snapped around to look behind her from time to time as if she heard someone or something.
Paranoid she glances around the room or at the people like she searched their faces for some reaction. Lord Phantomhive turned to her to address it again after some time. Differently than you would have expected though.
"You hear them whisper again, Mrs. Bennet, don't you?" His voice was calm and ominous. It felt out of place for you but the Lady began to tremble in her seat. "You hear the plates whisper their deadly song."
A loud gasp echoed through the room. Lady Bennet seemed to struggle to breath after those words. She was pale and her skin clammy, starring at the young Lord in terror.
"I need fresh air." She managed to choke out to him before she looked at you standing by the door with a silent plea in her eyes.
You glanced to Sebastian checking if it would be best to let her step out for a bit. When he nodded Mrs. Bennet almost jumped up at the opportunity and Sebastian gestured to you, telling her to follow your guidance to the garden.
You retrieved her coat and helped her put it on before you led her outside. Mr. Evan had watched the unusual conversation with dark amusement and his eyes followed Mrs. Bennet all the way until the door closed between them.
Once outside some colour finally returned to Mrs. Bennet's face. She took a few deep breathes and hurried to gain some distance between herself and the mansion. You followed at a respectful length.
"Did you hear them, too?" The Lady suddenly whispered frightened as she turned to you. "Did you hear their song?"
"I didn't hear anything besides the normal conversation, I'm afraid." You answered politely. Before curiosity could urge you to inquire some more, Mrs. Bennet went on.
"So they chose me. I'm doomed to die." Her voice was shaking and tears threatened to fall from her watery eyes. "Anyone who gets to hear their song is next to fall victim to them."
"What are you talking about, my Lady?" The question escaped you before you could stop yourself.
"These plates are ancient and evil!" Panic threaded into the Ladies fearful tone as she starred at you. "Sinister tormented souls are imprisoned in them! And they sing their song to their victims which they claim to devour at night!"
She was frantically pacing now. "They are coming for me!" Her voice shrill, the terror undeniable. She seemed to actually believe she was doomed to die.
The cogs in your head turned. You didn't believe in the supernatural and especially in the Phantomhive manor everything seemed to be too deliberate and intended at all time.
"Who told you of this tale, Lady Bennet? If I may ask. Was it Lord Phantomhive?" You asked her lost in thoughts.
"He showed them to me when I last visited and I warned him about their origin!"
"So the young Lord just showed them to you but without any tale of the occult before you gave him this piece of information and that they might be dangerous?" You asked further as a picture began to shape.
"Yes..." Mrs. Bennet also seemed to sense that you were hinting at something. "Why do you ask?"
"You believe in the paranormal Mrs. Bennet and one might get the idea that they created an illusion for you as you are susceptible to such stories. Nobody but you seems phased by it otherwise-"
"NO! The last maid-" The old Lady suddenly burst out at you. "The last maid when I was here, she heard them sing too and in the night we could all hear her scream after a loud shattering sound!"
You looked at her in surprise. Nobody had told you about a death or accident at the mansion but before you could ask, Sebastian appeared in the door behind you.
"Mrs. Bennet, your presence is required in the dinning room if you would follow me back inside, please." He demanded politely, making both of you flinch caught off guard in this improper level of conversation.
You stepped aside for Mrs. Bennet to make her way inside first, averting your eyes again as you resumed your servant role. Sebastian held open the door before guiding the Lady to the dining room with you in tow.
โฑ Sebastian had waited for the right moment to intervene. His crimson eyes glistened in the dim light that fell through the door gap as had listened in. A devious grin danced on his lips at your sharp observation and suspicion. He was mildly impressed. โฐ
Inside Lord Phantomhive and his guests all gathered and got seated in the dinning room. With Mrs. Bennet relieved that she didn't have to remain in the same room as these whispering plates, the mood was a little eased.
That changed as Sebastian made you serve the first course of today's meal. A dark red soup was placed in front of each person. The butler explained and announced the dish but you could see Mrs. Bennet wasn't listening.
She starred in disgust and terror at plate in front of her. Her mind had already gotten lost in the events again and the soup resembled blood more than anything else to her.
You could see how she forced herself to smile and not look at the spoon whenever she took a bite. Her eyes fixed on the host or Mr. Evan, who didn't miss out on making the situation worse, talking about a hunting trip very descriptively with much success on his spoils.
The struggle to breath, listen and hold herself from gagging took all her attention. An inattentive behaviour that ended in a high-pitched scream of terror as she dropped the spoon.
The plate shattered in the middle where to spoon hit it. You rushed over to help her as she had stumbled to her feet, almost falling backwards over her chair.
As you caught her, your eyes fell on the table and it became clear why she had reacted that way. Beneath the last remanentes of soup the design of the plate had become visible.
"Y-you served me... you... it's on of these evil-" Lady Bennet stuttered and stumbled over the words until her mind and body gave out and she fell unconscious in your arms.
Sebastian gracefully swooped in and lifted her up to lay her on a nearby ornamented small couch. He ordered you to stay with her as he led his master and Mr. Evan out of the room for some privacy.
You glanced over and saw Mr. Evans eyes lingering on Mrs. Bennet. His pupils dilated in some twisted excitement, they appeared to be black only. In the next moment your attention was redirected by a soft groan.
Kneeling down beside the slowly waking Lady, you held a glass of water. You offered it to her as she sat up but Mrs. Bennet just starred at the glass with her mind absent.
"I will perish soon. The plates have found me." She murmured like she was in a trance.
She was ripped out of this state as the table behind you began to shake violently, causing the already broken plate to slip and shattered into tiny pieces on the floor.
A bloodcurdling scream erupted and before you could react, Mrs. Bennet jumped to her feet and ran. As you tried to follow her Sebastian stepped in your way at the door and blocked you from doing so.
A look up at him confirmed your suspicion even before you heard the tablecloth rustling and Finny emerging from under the table. A wicked smirk curled Sebastian's lips slightly with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
"You already knew when you saw the table rattle, didn't you?" He asked you amused. "I wonder how much you already figured out."
After a moment of contemplating on the events, you looked up at him.
"Mr. Evans is the real victim or target in this game, isn't he?"
Your question didn't remain unanswered for long as Ciel Phantomhive appeared behind Sebastian in the door with a dark chuckle echoing through the hallway and diningroom.
"Sebastian's instinct about your keen sense of observation was on point it seems. You are absolutely right. Go ahead, Miss." He invited her to further deduct on everything.
"Mrs. Bennet is used as bait... no... as prey, isn't she? Mr. Evans watched her like a hunter... a predatory who stalks his kill. You created this act to scare her and show her vulnerable with fright to trigger him."
After your elaboration Sebastian and Ciel looked at each other with impressed glances. "Perfectly concluded, Miss." Sebastian admired and confirmed.
Finny left the room with a nod to the young Lord to stride off. You watched their swift interaction.
"And now? You let Mr. Evans actually hunt her out in the woods around the mansion as she fled in her panic? Or will the hunter become the hunted?" Your eyes roaming between Sebastian and the young Master.
Sebastian's smirk becomes more defined. "Sharp and diligent to the last detail. Impressive, young Lady." He bowed to the Lord and turned to step away. His steps fading down the dark hallway.
"Mr. Evans is a former soldier. After he returned from the war he married a wealthy woman but his trauma slowly turned him into a monster." Ciel calmly explained.
"The nobles paraded around with their fake power and he thirsted to show them real power. Make them crumble and shake in fear when he lured them out with invitations to hunt to turn them into helpless prey."
โฑ It had become night and a true predator left the Phantomhive mansion. One far more dangerous than Mr. Evans or any primitive animal. Sebastian vanished into the darkness. The scream that ripped through the silence told the end to this tale but hardly touched the nature of it. โฐ
"Sebastian Michaelis isn't human... is he?"
A question that slipped past your lips. A question that sealed your fate.
"No, Miss." Ciel Phantomhive answered as he turned to walk away.
An answer that gave no clarification, yet you knew enough. Too much.
A/N: Wanted to post a month ago but I hardly find time to write so please take this scribble for now. I'll be back soon hopefully~
When Sebastian returned to her -his contract on earth finally fulfilled- he was worse than she had ever seen. Her heart had almost stopped once again as her eyes fell upon him.
Wounded. Filthy. Vulnerable.
Never in centuries she had seen him like this. This demon had been the most intriguing phenomenon she had met in all her time existing and she had come to fall for everything he was.
Intelligent. Witty. Vile.
Now he stood in front of her with a crooked smile and his shape torn and twisted, barely containable due to the damage left on him. The soul he received as reward hardly a befitting feast to heal him.
Humans and heaven involved in this mess- the reason she almost lost the only thing that mattered to her in this dark world.
Almost had she lost him. Her love.
For her there was hell to pay and nobody could stop her.
The fire and destruction she left in her wake left earth scorched and scarred. The chaos arising heavens divine soldiers- all to fall to her burning desire of revenge and lust for blood.
After countless lives had been eradicated and blood seeped into the ground beneath her feet, she looked around. Where once laid corpses now bloomed her flowers.
Lycoris radiata.
Humans had found many different names over time for it like red spider lily or corpse flower. It didn't matter to her how they called them because all that mattered was what they stood for.
Death.
And death she would bring to anyone who dared to touch her love. She was ready to burn the sky for him and tear the heavens down.
But for now her thirst was quenched. She picked a flower and returned to hell to care for him and his lacerated shell.
Sebastian Michaelis would only learn of what had transpired centuries later as he had recovered and searched for the next soul to harvest for his eternal hunger.
The demon found it simply amusing. He knew how passionate she was about him. In the beginning he had only planned to abuse it for his entertainment but over time it had become like a comfort to him.
Never would he admit to it. Admit to liking it. He silently acknowledged it to the outside.
Nobody would ever hear of how he loved it. Loved her.
๐ญ MNDI: Heavy smut โข spanking โข some fingering โข edging โข overstimulation โข mostly degradation with slivers of praise โข Sebastian lowkey treats you like a toy โข some aftercare included but no emotional attachment bc cruel Sebastian
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youโre already across his lap when the first crack rings out. Sharp. Sudden.
The sting spreads like wildfire across your skin.
And Sebastian?
He doesnโt flinch.
He sits at the edge of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand splayed across your back to keep you bent โ spine arched, cheek pressed to the mattress โ while the other delivers another devastating strike.
Crack.
Your breath catches, a whimper slipping through clenched teeth. But itโs not the sound that makes his brow lift โ itโs the way your hips twitch. The faint flutter of your walls around nothing.
He sees it.
Of course he sees it.
And worse: he smiles.
โFascinating.โ
A gloved hand traces the curve of your ass โ warm from the attention heโs given it โ then dips down between your legs, dragging the pads of his fingers through the slickness thatโs gathered there.
He clicks his tongue.
โSo wet. And Iโve barely touched you.โ
You turn your face away. He doesnโt tolerate it.
โAh, ah, none of that.โ
His voice is silk-wrapped steel. One gloved hand curls into your hair and turns your head to face the floor-length mirror directly across from the bed โ deliberately placed, precisely positioned.
โYou wanted to misbehave,โ he murmurs, lips close to your ear, โso now youโll watch what becomes of you.โ
Another spank. Your thighs quiver.
But this time โ this time โ he sees it. The way your hips roll forward, seeking friction. The way your inner muscles flutter as if begging to be filled.
His smile darkens.
โOhโฆ you like it.โ
He says it like itโs adorable. Like itโs a discovery heโs delighted to make โ not because it pleases him, but because now he can use it.
And he does.
He strips off one glove. Slow. Controlled. The leather creaks softly between his fingers before he tosses it aside.
Then: his bare hand dips between your thighs again. Fingers glide through your folds, lingering at your entrance, circling your clit with slow, unbearable precision.
You twitch. Moan.
โSo eager,โ he murmurs. โSo messy. All from a little discipline?โ
You can see the reflection in the mirror: your face flushed, lashes fluttering, thighs trembling with each stroke of his fingers.
โDonโt look away,โ he instructs, voice low. โYou wanted to be a brat? Then be a good one and see how pathetic you look when youโre like this.โ
Two fingers push inside.
Deep. Slow.
The kind of pressure that makes your eyes roll back, but he tugs on your hair just enough to keep your gaze forward.
โThatโs right. Watch.โ
And you do.
You watch yourself fall apart as he works you open. His fingers curl inside you, hitting just the right spot โ again and again โ until youโre panting, gasping, clenching. But every time you get close?
He stops.
Withdraws.
Leaves you aching and empty.
โDid I say you could come?โ
โAhโ noโโ
โThen why,โ he breathes, leaning in close, so close, โdo you keep trying?โ
You whine.
He laughs โ gently, cruelly โ and lands another spank, this one low and deliberate, right over the tender wetness between your legs.
โStill dripping. Still misbehaving.โ
His ungloved fingers return. Slower this time. Circling. Pressing. Edging you toward that peak again with no promise of letting you have it.
โYouโll finish,โ he murmurs, dragging his fingers back out with a wet sound, โwhen I say you will. And not a moment before.โ
You can feel how wet the inside of your thighs have become. Embarrassingly so. The sensation of it โ slick, sticky, denied โ makes your eyes blur with frustration. You can barely catch your breath, and still he hasnโt given you release.
Not even close.
Sebastian tuts softly above you, fingers slow and unforgiving between your legs.
โYouโre being awfully ungrateful,โ he murmurs. โMost would thank me for even a fraction of this attention.โ
Two fingers slide into you again โ shallow, mocking. Not deep enough to give you what you need. Not fast enough to offer relief.
Your hips twitch. His palm lands hard across your ass. The sting sings.
โDid I permit that movement?โ he asks, voice calm.
You whimper something incoherent, and Sebastian sighs as though youโve disappointed him deeply.
โI gave you an order, pet. Stay still.โ
His hand shifts. The tips of his fingers press inward, curling just enough to skim that spot inside you that makes your knees buckle. But he doesnโt follow through โ no. He drags it out. Slow circles around your entrance. A faint tease against your clit. And still, no rhythm. No mercy.
The worst part?
He leans forward, lips brushing your ear.
โYouโre going to come begging, my dear,โ he purrs. โProperly. On your knees, if I feel generous. But not before Iโve ruined you for anything else.โ
You try to respond, to shift, but his hand is on your lower back again, pinning you in place.
And in the mirror, you see it:
Your own eyes โ wide, teary. Lips swollen from biting down every whimper. Cheeks flushed with heat. You look ruined already.
Sebastianโs ungloved fingers glide back down. He doesnโt even pretend to be gentle anymore โ the sounds are obscene, wet and loud and cruel. He watches your reflection as your thighs tremble.
โYouโve made such a mess,โ he hums, dragging his fingers across your folds only to spank you again. โSloppy. Needy. Do you even know how disgraceful you look like this?โ
He slips his fingers back in.
Deeper.
Slower.
Until your entire body jolts. But just as your breath catches, just as you feel your stomach coil โ he pulls out again.
โNo. Not yet.โ
You sob.
Sebastian laughs โ a low, fond sound โ and presses a single, mock kiss to your lower spine.
โDarling, you should be grateful. I havenโt even begun to be cruel yet.โ
He doesnโt give you time to recover when he moves you.
You barely register the moment he pulls you off his lap โ your legs jelly, brain fogged โ before he drags you to the center of the bed, bends you forward, and presses your chest into the mattress.
Your face hits the silken sheets. Your hips are lifted with exacting ease. And when you glance back โ just barely โ Sebastian is shedding the last of his uniform. His gloves are already off. His shirt unbuttoned. The contrast of him, always so put-together, now standing behind you naked and hardโฆ
You swallow hard.
Because heโs big.
Of course he is.
And when he strokes himself once, languidly โ just once โ the sound alone makes your thighs twitch.
He sees it.
โStill eager?โ he murmurs. โEven now?โ
You nod against the sheets. He tsks.
โYouโll regret that answer.โ
He kneels behind you.
And without another word, he presses in.
No teasing. No easing. Just a slow, unrelenting push until heโs stretching you open โ inch by deliberate inch โ and the burn is instant. Sharp. Glorious.
Your breath punches out of you like heโs knocked the wind from your lungs.
You gasp. Clutch at the sheets. Eyes wide.
Tears prick your lashes.
โTears already?โ he hums behind you, entirely unbothered. โHow pathetic.โ
And then he moves.
He thrusts forward โ hips snapping into yours with enough force to make the mattress groan. Your entire body jolts. You cry out, legs trembling.
He doesnโt stop.
He finds his rhythm immediately โ cruel and deep, paced to make you feel every inch. His hands lock around your hips, dragging you back onto his cock with every stroke, using your body like itโs nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.
โIs this what you wanted?โ
โYesโah, yesโโ
โThen take it.โ
He pounds into you.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, wet and sharp, and the slap of his hips against your ass echoes between your moans. Your fingers scrabble for something to hold, but thereโs only silk โ youโre left gripping the sheets with white knuckles as he ruins you.
Tears streak down your face. Youโre sobbing, but itโs not pain โ not really. Itโs too much pleasure, too fast, too intense. Your body is unraveling.
โLook at the mess you make,โ Sebastian growls, fucking into you so deep you can feel it in your throat. โSo noisy. So empty-headed.โ
One hand slides down your spine, not to comfort โ to press you further into the bed, flatten you. The angle shifts. The stretch sharpens. Your eyes roll back.
โYouโll remember this, pet,โ he whispers, hips still pistoning. โEvery time you sit. Every time you walk. Youโll feel me. Right hereโโ
He thrusts. Hard.
You scream.
โRight here.โ
You gasp โ again โ when he shifts behind you.
His hand slides up the small of your back, between your shoulder blades, and thenโ
โArch.โ
The command slices through you, low and sharp.
You obey.
Your spine curves deeper, hips tilting up, and the moment you do โ oh. The next thrust lands exactly where it makes you scream.
โThere you are,โ Sebastian purrs.
And then he wonโt stop.
Again. And again. And again.
Each stroke is devastating โ deep, precise, punishing โ and always angled just right to batter that perfect spot inside you that makes you sob. Your body jerks with every thrust, tears spilling freely now, lips parted in breathless whimpers.
โListen to yourself,โ he says softly, mockingly. โYou donโt even know what you want, do you?โ
โIโ Iโ pleaseโ!โ
โPlease what?โ
โPlease, I donโtโ I donโt knowโโ
Youโre babbling now. Mindless. Ruined.
He loves it.
You hear the smirk in his voice when he leans forward, chest pressing to your back, hips still driving into you with relentless control.
โBegging without knowing what for? You truly are nothing but a toy in heat.โ
You sob. Clench. Shudder.
โIs this what you were hoping for?โ he whispers against your ear. โTo be used until thereโs nothing left? Until your voice breaks and your body forgets anything that isnโt me?โ
He grabs your hips again โ tight, bruising โ and slams into you.
You scream.
โAnswer me.โ
โYesโyesโSebastian, Iโ!โ
The rest dies in your throat, strangled by the way he keeps hitting that spot over and over, abusing it until youโre practically convulsing, mouth open and useless.
โYouโre crying,โ he observes. โAnd yet youโre still clenching around me so tightly.โ
You whimper.
โDisgusting,โ he murmurs. โPathetic. Filthy little thing.โ
Another thrust. Your arms give out. Your body folds, trembling. But his grip holds you up โ keeps you where he wants you โ so he can keep using you, fucking into you like he owns you.
Because he does.
โYou donโt get to come yet,โ he warns, slowing just enough to make you cry harder. โYouโll wait. Youโll suffer for me.โ
And you do.
Because you canโt do anything else.
Because Sebastian has you right where he wants you: a weeping, overstimulated mess, body aching for release while he uses you for his pleasure โ and only when heโs ready will he give you what you need.
You donโt know itโs coming.
The warning never comes. The rhythm falters just once โ a sharp, deliberate snap of his hips that drives him impossibly deep โ and then you feel it.
The heat.
The sudden, searing warmth spilling inside you as he groans โ low, guttural, but still elegant, like velvet dragged through smoke โ and his hands tighten on your hips.
โThere,โ he breathes. โTake it.โ
You cry out.
The sensation alone โ being filled, claimed, used โ is what tips you over.
Your body clamps down around him so tightly it punches the air from your lungs. You tremble, shudder, scream, hands clawing at the sheets, face buried in silk as you fall apart completely.
You expect it to end there.
You expect him to go still. To soften. To exhale and cradle you through it like heโs human.
But heโs not.
And you forget that.
Until he pulls back โ and thrusts in again.
You gasp, eyes flying wide, body still pulsing around him. Itโs too much. Too soon. Youโre raw, sensitive, still fluttering with aftershocks.
โNoโSebastianโ!โ
โHush.โ
His voice is calm. Controlled.
And his cock is still hard. Still throbbing inside you.
โYou didnโt think we were finished, did you?โ
You choke on a sob.
โIโve barely begun.โ
He pulls back and snaps his hips forward again, hips slapping wetly against your ass. The stretch burns anew, slick with his seed and your own release, and your body jerks forward on the bed.
โDonโt tell me youโre already spent,โ he mocks, watching the way you twitch under him. โYou were begging for this moments ago.โ
You whimper.
โYou wanted it,โ he says. โAll of it. Every inch. Every thrust. Every cruel word.โ
His pace returns โ faster now, harsher โ and each thrust shoves his release deeper into you, messy and obscene.
โThen take it.โ
You cry out, high and cracked, tears slipping down your cheeks again โ not from pain, not from fear, but from the unbearable sensation of being filled, used, fucked through your orgasm.
Your body canโt tell if itโs breaking or climbing toward another one. Youโre boneless and hypersensitive and completely at his mercy.
And he?
Heโs not stopping.
Because he canโt stop.
Because heโs a demon โ your demon โ and you offered yourself up so sweetly, so willingly, and now heโs going to enjoy every second of your surrender.
โI told you,โ he murmurs, low and silken. โYouโll be ruined when Iโm through with you.โ
Your second orgasm doesnโt come with warning.
It bleeds through you in waves โ slow at first, like a shiver, and then all at once, crashing through your spine until your vision whites out and your limbs give way completely.
Youโre trembling. Boneless. Unthinking.
Still, Sebastian fucks into you.
โThere it is,โ he purrs, voice like velvet and fire. โYouโre soaked.โ
You are.
The sheets beneath you are ruined โ damp, warm, a testament to everything heโs drawn out of you, everything heโs forced from you.
โSo eager to come for me again, pet. And so easy, too. I do wonderโโ he thrusts deep, slow, dragging his cock through the mess heโs made of youโ โif you even realize how shameful this is.โ
You canโt speak.
You can barely breathe.
You moan โ broken and distant โ into the sheets, drool smearing the silk, hands twitching at your sides.
You gave yourself to him. Asked for this.
And now youโre his. Just his. Utterly.
โYour body has no dignity,โ he murmurs. โLook at the state of you. The filth. The tears. The way youโre clenching around me againโโ
Another thrust.
You sob.
โYou want more, donโt you?โ
Your head lolls, a whisper of a nod.
โYes.โ
Itโs ruined, cracked, barely a sound at all โ but he hears it.
And he smiles.
โGreedy,โ he whispers, leaning down to kiss the back of your shoulder, even as his cock drives into you with merciless depth. โYouโve always been greedy.โ
He pulls you back by the hips, pressing you flush against him, and thenโ again. Again and again and again, until youโre nothing but tremors and slick and ruin beneath him.
โYouโll let me do anything,โ he says, watching your glassy eyes flutter back, โas long as I speak softly while I break you.โ
You gasp.
He slows.
Not merciful โ appreciative.
Admiring.
And then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out.
You sob at the loss.
โHush,โ he says, palm pressed to your back. โWeโre not finished yet.โ
You feel it before you see it โ the thick warmth trailing down the insides of your thighs, his seed spilling from you, and thenโ the drag of his gaze over your bare, used body.
โLook at you.โ
You try. Your eyes flutter open as he shifts, standing beside the bed, and thenโ the mirror.
He turns your face toward it.
You catch a glimpse of yourself: flushed, wet, trembling, thighs slick and glistening, your body shining under candlelight, leaking around the edges from where heโs just bred you.
โDripping with me,โ he says with deep satisfaction. โPerfect.โ
He strokes himself once โ slow, lazy, still hard.
Still not finished.
โNow,โ he says, fingers curling in your hair, โon your back.โ
His voice is satin โ but the hand wrapped around your wrist is steel. He doesnโt guide you so much as place you, laying you back against the ruined sheets like a doll too delicate to move herself. Youโre pliant. Shaking. Glistening.
A mess. His mess.
Your eyes barely focus when he lifts your legs, spreading them open, pushing your knees to your chest with a slow, reverent grip.
โGood girl.โ
You whimper.
He settles between your thighs like heโs slipping into a throne built just for him. The head of his cock nudges against your swollen, puffy entrance โ flushed from use, fluttering from being emptied.
โJust once more,โ he lies.
And he thrusts in.
You sob.
Itโs too much. Heโs too big, the stretch too deep, and the angleโgods, the angleโhas your back arching off the bed, stars bursting behind your eyes as his cock hits a spot that feels like itโs never not been his.
He doesnโt give you time.
Sebastian folds you in half, hands braced on the backs of your thighs, pinning you down like itโs instinct โ like he was meant to fuck you this way โ and then he begins to move.
Hard. Deep. Precise.
โThere we are,โ he murmurs, watching your eyes roll back. โBack where you belong.โ
You canโt speak.
All you can do is gasp, cry, take it. Each thrust slaps wetly against your skin, your slick and his cum combining into a ruinous sound between your thighs. Youโve never felt so full โ so wrecked โ and he hasnโt even begun to slow down.
โYouโre trembling,โ he notes, voice velvet-drenched cruelty. โWhat a sensitive little thing youโve become.โ
He grinds his hips โ grinds โ and your thighs tremble in his grip.
โMy poor, pretty toy. You thought Iโd stop.โ
You mewl, broken, clenching around him like your body wants to be punished.
โBut you asked for this. You begged for this.โ
Heโs right.
And you love it.
Every degrading word. Every bruising thrust. Every possessive, overstimulating snap of his hips that sends your brain fizzling into static.
You donโt even realize youโre crying again until he leans in, tongue lapping at the trail on your cheek.
โBeautiful even when you weep.โ
He doesnโt stop.
He wonโt stop.
Not until heโs emptied himself inside you again โ until the soft, wet sounds beneath your hips turn into something obscene. Until youโre fucked full enough to feel him in your throat, dazed and blank, mouth parted in a helpless moan as he pistons into you one final timeโ
โYes,โ he hisses, teeth gritted, eyes blazing red. โTake it.โ
You do.
You fall over the edge again, for the last time โ tears streaking your cheeks, thighs locked around him, the warmth of his release pouring into you like a final, finishing blow. You come apart like parchment in flame.
And still, he holds you there.
Pinned.
Possessed.
Marked.
He stays inside you.
Just for a moment.
Long enough to feel the last flutter of your walls around him. Long enough to savor the final tremble of your thighs. Long enough to press his forehead to yours and murmurโ
โThere it is.โ
Then he pulls out โ slow, deliberate.
You feel it before you see it. The warm spill of his seed leaking from your ruined cunt, seeping down your thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath you. You twitch from the overstimulation, breath shuddering, body slack.
He says nothing.
But you feel the weight of his gaze.
Thereโs no shame in it โ only pride. He takes in the mess heโs made of you: the bruises on your hips, the handprints on your thighs, the tremble in your fingers, the saliva dried at the corners of your lips from crying out his name too many times to count.
And the leaking.
The way his release seeps from you in obscene abundance โ itโs enough to ignite that dark gleam in his eye again, but he tamps it down. For now.
โStay.โ
You couldnโt move even if you wanted to.
You hear the rustle of fabric โ a practiced motion, efficient, seamless. By the time you manage to flutter your eyes open, heโs gone.
And when he returns?
Heโs perfect.
Immaculately dressed, gloved, composed โ as if he hadnโt just turned you into a plaything to be filled and fucked until your sanity fractured.
A faint hiss of water echoes from the adjoining chamber.
โThe bath is ready,โ he says, coolly. โYouโve made a dreadful mess.โ
You blink up at him, dazed. Your body aches in that hollow, delicious way that says youโve been thoroughly used โ marked, owned. You donโt move.
He doesnโt scold.
He steps toward the bed and lifts you effortlessly, bridal style, his gloves somehow warm against your skin. You instinctively curl against him, the scent of sweat and smoke and him washing over your senses.
โYou asked for this,โ he reminds you, voice low.
A pause.
Then softer:
โBut I wonโt have you breaking on me just yet.โ
It sounds affectionate.
But itโs not truly.
Thereโs no love behind it โ only satisfaction. Possessiveness. A master tending to his favorite thing, his most prized possession.
He lowers you into the bath like heโs setting fine china on silk โ slowly, reverently, letting the water soothe your skin, wash away the evidence without erasing the memory. He kneels beside the tub, sleeves rolled precisely, a cloth already in hand.
Youโre too exhausted to speak.
So you let him wash you.
And he does โ thoroughly, but never indulgently. Gliding the cloth down your shoulders, over your breasts, between your thighs โ cleaning you with the same hands that destroyed you.
Everything once right now seemed wrong as darkness promised more truth than the light. A demon offering his life to you in your search of salvation but could a creature so fiendish truly be your saviour?
CW/TW: MDNI, (distorted) religious subjects, manipulation, mention of abuse and death, sexual content
Broken and hurt.
After Sebastian had left that night, you were alone with your thoughts. Pain and suffering lingered beneath the surface. Only Sebastian's promises to support you and remain by your side for all eternity kept you from breaking down.
Lies and betrayal.
A confrontation was inevitable. And if Sebastian was right, you would lose everything you had loved and cherished as everything had never been real. Again. Love and care would have been an act to keep you in your cage.
Freedom was a lie.
A truth you had subconsciously always known but had been easier to push aside. It was the one thing forever impossible to obtain in your existence. From birth you were chained to destiny written by a higher calling. You were given this life for purpose and servitude.
Love was fake.
It had been before -inside the cult- and there was good reason to question it again. Your only friend had lied to you or at least hidden parts to shape an image he wanted you to see and believe.
๊โ โฑโ ๊
God's words and love were to be spoken true and so should his children spread his love and always speak the truth.
These were Clarence's own words. God's words.
Never lie. Don't pretend as deception is the devil's work, spoken with a forked tongue.
๊โ โฑโ ๊
Yet you sat alone in your room inside a church -a place you called your home, a sanctuary to all seeking aid and shelter- having to face the reality that everything could fall apart like a house of cards.
God works in mysterious ways, so you were told.
Having met the devil all you yearned for was his honesty and an offered path straightforward. You stood at the crossroads of lost souls.
Which way to go?
How were you made to chose between the good and the evil while your whole being was divided from the start. Daughter of angel and demon. A nephalem. Special and unique.
"Special and unique... it just means different and alone."
This is what life had taught you and it had become the way you thought of yourself. To walk on earth while nobody could know of you as they would cast you out in disgust and terror. If you don't lock yourself away, the world would do it for you to kill or enslave you.
But something was different with him.
Someone yet again saw you as special. To keep. To protect. To be with forever. It might not the same as love. Not selfless. Not unconditionally. But was this so different?
Love means sacrifice. Was this bond with Sebastian not the same?
No matter how long and in-depth you contemplated on this, no clear answer would stand out. He had vowed to protect you and stay with you just like so many before him. But what made him different was honesty.
Sebastian didn't cover the fact that your body was of great value to him. Your blood, flesh and soul were guaranteed to be a filling and exquisite meal. He would never have need to feast on human souls in all his immortal life again.
Yet he had told you of his game with his current master. How eternity promised infinite possibilities but it all lost relevance with each passing century. He was bound to his craving to corrupt and slaughter for souls. The only emotion deeply embedded in his demonic being.
You were probably just another game to him.
But were you really? You had never met a demon but of course you knew about their talents to taint and seduce prey. Even Sebastian himself didn't make a secret out of it and this could just be a new way to pass time.
But there was something even the demon didn't realise yet.
Sebastian's knowledge about your existence was just as shallow as yours. There were many things you didn't even know about yourself and what it meant to be a nephalem. The creation of your kind had been long forbidden and tales of your kin were lost or forgotten.
Yours wasn't the only destiny which had unanswered questions in these chapters of life upon its yet unwritten pages.
All these thoughts just ended up in a spiraling circle of emotions ending in loose ends with no conclusion to any of your questions.
You had to confront Clarence about all of this.
Sebastian had offered to be there but you wanted to try on your own first. Giving him a time and place were this conversation with the priest would happen so he could come to your help if anything went wrong.
With this reassurance Sebastian did agree to your proposal.
He had stayed as long with you as his duty had allowed it. Spend comfort for your aching heart within his embrace and distracting you with soft kisses.
Your first kiss. A demon had stolen it and claimed it for himself.
You hadn't told him of course, though you were sure to have given it away with your timid and shy behaviour around him.
To your relief Sebastian hadn't made any effort to comment on it or initiate more. He left it at capturing your lips once in a while as his hands caressed over your body to soothe and alleviate your mind.
You shook your head, admonishing and chastising your thoughts. This wasn't the time to think about him. It would only send you into another fit of skittish giggles and furious blushes.
There had been more than enough of that in between all this emotional turmoil. You took a deep breath, drowned these images out and focused on the tormenting questions you wanted answers to.
Walking down the stairs you were ready to face it all.
The conversation was to take place in the afternoon outside the church. A clearing in the nearby woods would be the neutral grounds. You had informed Clarence after the morning service to met him there.
He had insisted to be told what this was about at first but you had been stubborn and after minutes of running into a wall the priest had surrendered and agreed.
"Will you finally tell me what this is about? This is unlike you."
Clarence seemed uneasy and nervous. He was pacing around while you had sat down on a cut down tree stump.
"Something is different about you these past days. Did something happen at the festival?"
Eyes pinned to the floor, you remained silent.
Anxiety had caught up to you after all. Your heartbeat was drumming in your chest as you felt unable to concentrate- no longer remembering how you wanted to start this.
"What is going on? What is it you are not telling me?"
Clarence had created a perfect opening in the next moment.
Heart still racing but not no longer driven by fear but anger, your narrowed eyes snapped towards him.
"Me? How about you? What have you not told me all these years?"
Pure spite saturated every syllable of these questions as you starred at Clarence.
"What in god's name are you talking about?" The priest slowly lost his patient demeanor as well.
One more deep breath- in and out.
You closed your eyes as if not seeing your friend would make any of this easier on you. Pathetically shielding you from his answers or maybe excuses.
"How did you get us out of the cult's church back then?"
Silence.
The only thing to be heard after you had stated the question was the wind rustling through the trees. Otherwise there was a long and tormenting silence.
"What brought this o-"
"Answer me!"
The volume of your voice had been louder than you anticipated. It had frightened yourself as it echoed over the clearing and faded into the forest.
Rage had started to course through your veins when he started to phrase his evasion. Fear joined in horror as Clarence didn't answer.
"Why doesn't he just explain? It would be all over and everything would be normal as before."
You quickly reached despair within this unvoiced plea.
If it was all true -Clarence and the cult being the same vile liars abusing you for their cause- you would lose it all again. Having wasted years of your life with people who meant the world to you but you were just an object in their eyes.
"Who told you?"
There it was- A twisted admission and not a care in the world for you.
"Does it matter? What about me?" You choked out in as whisper.
Trembling. Shivering. Hardly able to breath.
Your heart and chest clenched as antagonizing pain spread like a wildfire through your body. Your head felt like it was on fire.
"Who. Told. You?"
This harsh and dictating tone. It did no longer sound like Clarence's voice at all, it was loud and threatening- boiling with untamed fury.
Air restricted and trapped in your lungs, you couldn't answer him.
You felt dizzy and sick to the stomach. Incapable to speak, move or even open your eyes you felt your conscience begin to waver.
As you were about to faint, you felt strong arms picking you up and lifting you into an embrace.
For a second you wanted to protest but your body didn't allow it. Strength had left you and your will to fight against it was broken.
"Hush. I'm here."
Sebastian. It was Sebastian's voice. Sebastian's arms.
The world seemed to stand still as relief crashed over you like a tidal wave, washing away anything in its path as his arms sheltered you.
When your conscience slowly returned you clung to him, digging your fingers into his coat.
Sobbing. Screaming. Wailing. Letting out all the pain that suffocated your heart and the despair torturing your mind at the cruel truth.
Sebastian held you tight, carefully pressing you to his chest with one hand as the other caressed over your back while you wept and cried.
"A filthy demon. You seek comfort in the arms of such a foul creature? You really are a failure- a mistake."
Failure. Mistake.
These words came from the man you had spend most your life with. A man you had loved and cherished deeply. Your saviour from a hell on earth. A holy saint who taught you everything you needed to know and brought you peace.
Or so you thought.
"Why?" You screamed into Sebastian's chest.
"I thought you were my friend."
But these words didn't make it out as images of all those years flashed into your head.
All the adventures together. Blissful peace and happy laughter. Every high and ever low you had conquered side by side. Tears of joy and sadness you had shed with him. Started a new life with him.
Loved him.
It was all gone now once again. Everything had been a lie to keep you on a leash.
You had failed to see it.
"It's not your fault."
As if he had read your mind, Sebastian intervened your downwards spiral. His voice broke through and snatched you out of this hurricane of memories, keeping you from torturing yourself with them.
"It is all her fault."
Another stab straight to the heart from Clarence echoed across the plains.
"You could have had it all. Become the mother of the divine new realm. Now look at you. Crying in the arm of the devil."
You had hoped to never hear all this again.
"Mother of the divine."
To a child this sounded like a holy and pure title. Something to strive for and be proud of.
Over time as you grew older you learned the meaning behind it.
You were told what an incredible honor it would be to bear children of a god-favoured being. Become mother to a new perfect species.
A glamorized way to say you would be forced to lay with an angel and be nothing more than glorified womb.
"Never."
A faint whisper. "Never."
Louder. "Never."
Screaming. "Never!"
You turned around to face Clarence, to look him in the eyes.
"I will never be used like this. I never wanted this."
Just for a moment you paused as you couldn't deny the painful truth seeping in, looking at the person you thought you once knew.
"You knew this. You ran away with me because of this... but that isn't true is it?"
Becoming more quiet with every word it finally sank in.
"Why?"
You wanted to know the reason for all these lies and yet another fake life.
"Humans are greedy and unclean. Failures of nature."
"Humans?"
Sebastian had been quiet all this time, listening. His arms remained around you but as you no longer needed support to stand, he set you free.
"My my... how did I not see this before? He is one of those things."
Clarence got furious.
"Those things? I won't have that from a filthy demon spawn."
It only made Sebastian laugh.
"True. You are an abomination in your own right."
A wicked grin provoked the priest even more. Intentionally so.
Before Clarence could continue to spew more insults in return, Sebastian turned to you.
"He is one of those 'children' they wanted you to create. A nephilim."
"Nephilim?"
A word you hadn't heard in years but the cultists had taught you about it as they were indeed the species they so desired.
The purified and cleaner version of a human, so they said.
Half human, half angel.
"But how?" Confused and in disbelieve you looked at the priest.
Sebastian stepped in once again as you received no answer.
"My guess would be that he is not the 'purity' they wanted. Just a simple human and an angel as parents while you already have divine blood in you. Am I right?"
The demon seemed amused by this whole ordeal. Even more so as he watched Clarence become more and more enraged and agitated.
"Clever. For a depraved creature such as you." He tried to shoot back at Sebastian, but all he got was a contemptuous look.
"Careful. You might live longer than the average human but you are far from immortal."
Sebastian took off his coat and put on your shoulders.
Lost in endless thoughts racing through your head, you hadn't realised you were shivering as it had gotten cold and the harsh winds blew over the clearing.
You gifted him a smile and Sebastian couldn't resist to place a soft kiss on your forehead in return.
"Falling for a demon's tricks. I can't believe how far you have fallen. Please tell me you haven't laid with this disgusting thing, so not everything is lost-"
Before Clarence could start his next sentence, Sebastian had closed the distance and held him up in the air by his throat.
"Silence, bastard." The demon hissed and tightened his grip even more. "You are one to talk. Faking a deep loving relationship to force her in bed with you or some angelic dirt."
In shock you just watched them.
Startled by Sebastian's sudden violent reaction and shaken by those words you had to hear from your past friend.
"... not every thing is lost." You repeated his words, catching Sebastian's attention.
"Right. You will answer her every thing she wants to know."
With next to no effort he tossed Clarence across the clearing until the priest's back crashed into the tree stump you had sat on before.
You shrieked in surprise on the impact right beside you, watching him scream and groan in pain on the ground.
Sebastian appeared behind you, wrapping his arms back around you while nuzzling his face into your hair.
"I apologize. Anger got the best of me."
With a soft kiss on your temple, he tried to calm you. He knew you couldn't withhold soft giggle at his motions.
You sighed and leaned back onto his chest embracing the warmth and comfort his body offered even in this moment.
Looking at Clarence, you took a deep breath to straighten your thoughts and brace for the answers you were about to receive.
"What did you mean when you said 'not all is lost'?"
The priest still groaned and writhed on the floor.
"You better answer or I will make the pain worse." Sebastian impatiently urged behind you.
Your hands came up to his arms and gently held on while you looked up to Sebastian in an attempt to soothe his rage with a pleading glance.
Another kiss on your head signaled his temporary acceptance.
It had been enough time for the priest to steady himself against the stump and glare at both of you in disgust.
"It means that his filthy existence hasn't tainted you yet-" He pressed out between sharp inbreathing.
"And the seed of the archangel can still take root in you."
You wanted to throw up.
Feeling sick to the stomach at these words, your hold on Sebastian arms got tight and Sebastian pulled you closer against his chest.
"Archangel?"
You forced yourself to stay focused. This was your only chance to get answers.
"You can't be serious. There is no way you say that something as divine as an archangel would support this."
Clarence laughed. A cruel and pleased laughter.
"It was his plan all along. All of it. You. The church. Me. Everything."
As if it all was nothing to him he just laughed again. He turned his head to you and his gaze darkened.
"Just this demon filth wasn't planned."
Somewhere deep inside you a switch flipped.
"Kill him, Sebastian."
Even the demon himself was stunned at your words and firm voice. Clarence eyes widened in shock and disbelieve, his mouth left open.
You just looked back at him with an empty stare.
"Or I'll do it myself."
Enough.
It had been enough. You didn't need to hear more.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked in concern. He eased you out of his embrace and walked up to your side.
As your eyes met his, he didn't further affirmation.
Hatred.
Pure unchained hatred. Untamable wrath. Searing rage.
It all burned in you like an blazing inferno.
You wanted him dead and gone, wishing him endless torment in hell.
"...Angel?" Sebastian's voice hardly got through to you.
He wanted to urge you to leave and not watch but you were imprisoned in your head and the flames which flared inside.
"Forgive me."
It were the last words you heard before everything went dark.
Maybe it had all been a nightmare. Just your imagination.
"You are awake. Finally. We should be on our way soon then."
A voice. You had heard it before but couldn't place it.
Rubbing your eyes, you sat up. Looking around to find the person who had spoken to you.
"I haven't properly introduced myself yet, I think."
It was the boy with the eyepatch. The one you had met at the celebrations.
"My name is Ciel Phantomhive. I am Earl to the Phantomhive family. Although that name and title doesn't mean much around here, I guess."
He had started all confident and now seemed to struggle to continue. A circumstance which teased a giggle from you. You were quick to cover your mouth.
"Ah.. I am no good at this. I didn't expect you to wake up when you did. I just wanted to see... eh."
The boy slapped a hand to his face, seemingly annoyed with himself and the situation.
"I remember you, my Lord. Forgive me, I but I don't think I introduced myself back at the festivities." You tried to defuse the awkward mood.
But just as you were about to speak, you were interrupted.
"Sebastian has already informed me about you. I have agreed to take you in under the condition that you would work for me. The rest isn't of my concern."
Mind still a little hazy, you couldn't quiet fathom what the young Lord had explained.
"Work for you?" You repeated his words, asking for more clarification.
"As a maid, I would presume. Sebastian said you would met the requirements to become a servant in the Phantomhive household."
The door opened and -speaking of the devil- Sebastian entered the room.
"Ah, I see you are awake, my lady. And an introduction has already been initiated as well. How kind and forthcoming for you, my Lord."
Sebastian's grin and mocking voice seemed to humour his own master. The reaction of the Earl proved your impression of the twisted relationship between the two right.
"Tardy, Sebastian. Instead of wasting all our time more, you should see that our newest addition is properly dressed and trained with some haste. I will have afternoon tea in my room. After that- no further delay to our departure from this isolated dump."
The young Lord scoffed at his butler before he made his way over to the door.
"This is an order, Sebastian. No more dilly dallying."
Sebastian bowed as the Earl trudged out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"How are you feeling?" Sebastian's attention quickly shifted to you.
"Confused."
A husk chuckle resounded through the room at you answer.
"I didn't expect the young master to wander in here and speak to you before I had the chance."
Sebastian made his way over to you and sat down on the edge of the bed which you had found yourself in. He reached for you and you scuttled over to his side to seek comfort in his arms.
For a while you just enjoyed his warmth and listened to his steady heartbeat as your head rested against his chest.
"Is he dead?" You whispered.
Tears had already started to force their way into the corners of your eyes.
"He is. Gone and burnt to ashes. "
You knew this man you once had admired didn't deserve your tears anymore, yet they streamed down your face as you sobbed in Sebastian's arms.
"Angel, what do you know about your abilities?"
The question pulled you out of lingering sorrow. Confused you raised your head to look at Sebastian.
"Abilities? I only know what you told me. About my blood and all."
Sebastian's gloved hand stroked over your cheek, removing a few strands of loose hair and tucking them behind your ear.
"Have you ever been this agitated before? Do you remember anything?"
You thought about it but you usually weren't the type of person to get angry at all, especially not like this. You tried to avoid conflict at all time and kept away from trouble.
"There was only one time.. I think. The day I escaped the cult but I hardly remember anything of it. Clarence had told me something and after that... I don't know. When I came to, we were running and the village... It was like hell had come to swallow it all in its flames."
Sebastian pulled your head back onto his chest as he saw you beginning to tremble at the vivid memory, calming you with gentle strokes through your hair.
"You not only have that divine blood in your veins, love. It seems when you get angry enough it is possible for you to tap into your demonic origin as well."
It took you a moment but as those words sank in, your head shot up looking into Sebastian's eyes with sheer terror.
"What are you saying? That I did that back then?"
Horror coursed through you.
You could still hear them to this day.
The screams for help. The pain and agony in their raw voices. The fire which burnt their skin and bodies until nothing had been left.
"Calm yourself, love. I can't say for sure. Yesterday I had to stop you from lighting up the whole forest. I might have ended the priests life but you..."
You felt sick. Vision became blurry as the terrifying idea took over your mind, making your stomach churn and your chest tighten.
"Did I kill all these people?"
The thought of being capable of this. It made your mind shut down and your body falter under the weight.
When you awoke again, you found yourself no longer in that room and soft bed.
"Awake? How are you doing?"
"Sebastian? Where are we?"
You blinked into bright light which fell in from a big window next to you. The landscape outside was rushing by.
"On a train to London. I let you rest. When we arrive at the manor you won't have much time for that as we need to start your training."
Sitting up to look outside, your gaze got stuck on the cloths you were wearing. It wasn't the robe you had worn back on the clearing. And now that you thought of it, it had already been gone as you had woken up the first time after...
"I took the liberty and dressed you into something more appropriate."
Sebastian fetched your thoughts and gave you a nonchalant and innocent smile.
Eyes wide and mouth open, you looked back at the man in disbelief.
"Don't be shy. You are mine anyway, love. This won't be the last time I get you out off your cloths."
The smile on Sebastian's lips had been replaced by a smug grin.
While he was highly amused, all you did was failing to search for the right words to answer his boldness. A blush on your face so bright you surely rivaled ripe tomatoes.
"You are a shameless brute, Sebastian Michaelis." You pouted, quickly averting your eyes- pretending to marvel at the passing sights.
"And you are my adorable angel. So sweet I want to take a bite."
The smirking demon had gotten up and was swift to close the distance between you, capturing your chin in his fingers and stealing a kiss from your lips.
"I'll tend to the Lord. Rest and enjoy the view."
As he exited the closed-off cabine, you were left alone with your blush and a lingering feeling of his smooth lips on yours.
Bringing up your feet unto the cushioned bench, you pulled your legs to your chest and rested your head on your knees.
You couldn't help but smile while you observed the train pass villages, mountains and fields.
You weren't used to so many people, yet you were dragged through the bussing streets of London. Being shoved from one shop into another as you needed new clothing and a uniform.
Sebastian had packed a few things from your room in the church but most of your belonging were left behind.
It had a slight sting to it in your heart- to leave that life you had for so long behind just like that. But it was better this way. Nothing much to remember you of those times and... him.
Working in the Phantomhive household came with enough distraction as it was.
Nervous and scared you tried to remember every rule and instruction.
Meeting so many new people and getting to learn plenty of new tasks as the young Lord was an important person in british society and to the royal crown, so you were taught.
Everything needed to be executed perfectly at all time.
Well... at least that is what Sebastian urged everyone to achieve and maintain.
The staff had proven to be very special- peculiar one might say. You had fallen in love with them all in no time. Every single one of them had been endlessly forthcoming and supportive.
Within weeks you felt like part of the team and Sebastian was quiet pleased with your work too.
Since you had taken care of most household tasks back in your village, he didn't need to instruct you much at most chores.
Actually he was glad to have someone capable and able to work independent in such meticulous ways while others needed his overseeing a bit more.
You settled into you new life quickly.
The past events faded with everyday. Never fully but you were thankful and made sure to show it to the Lord as well as everyone else.
Polishing some silverware, you had almost dropped the fork in your hand out of surprise.
Strong arms had wrapped around you from behind. Words purred into you ear as you got trapped in a firm embrace, lips wandering down to your neck, leaving a tingling trail on your skin.
"Sebastian, I am working. You are the one always scolding me if I don't pay attention."
You tried to playfully wiggle away from his touch but Sebastian left no room for escape, holding you close and continuing his path of kisses.
"You did enough for the day. It's time to inspect our new chambers."
"'New chambers?" You slowly repeated, puzzled.
When you arrived you were assigned a servant-room next to the other staff. It was nothing special but more spacious than the church attic and way better equipped with actual furniture and not just old things thrown together -half way falling apart- to make it work.
"I'll show you. Come with me."
Sebastian snatched the cleaning utensils from you to put them down on the counter and took your hand, guiding you out of the kitchen.
"My room is fine. I'm more than content with it. I don't understand."
You received no answer as you were pulled through hallways, away from the servant's quarters and into the direction of Sebastian's dormitory.
"Why are you taking me to your room?"
Before you could ask any more questions, Sebastian opened the door to his chamber.
"You mean our room from now on."
He pulled you inside and closed the door behind him.
"What do you think?"
You had only been once in Sebastian's room in all this time.
On the first day you arrived, he made you stay and sleep in his bed as he readied one for you. Since he didn't sleep and it was a single bed, you had accepted as it was clear you wouldn't share.
Now that small bed had been replaced by a gigantic double bed, surrounded and decorated with dark red curtains and drapes. The room didn't look as sterile and empty as it had before.
A cushioned armchair and stool on top of a carpet had been added as well as a small iron stove. The only pieces of furniture remaining from the old fixtures were the sectary table and wooden chair.
The wardrobe had tripled in seize as had the dresser. Right next to them a dressing table was set up.
Another door which hadn't been there before was now leading to a bathroom.
The bathtub placed in the center might just rival the bed in seize. An ornamented mirror crowned the wall behind it. Shelves were filled all sorts of toiletries, perfumes and items to dress up. A broad sink with a second mirror and a toilet completed the washing room.
"If you desire anything else, just tell me. I know you have to work as a maid as long as I have my contract with the young master but that doesn't mean I can't make your life as comfortable as possible."
You didn't know what to say after you had been proudly toured around by Sebastian. Speechless you looked at him. Never in your life had you even seen such luxurious furniture and decor.
The sight of the bed made your glance around pause. Pointing at it and then looking back at Sebastian.
"You don't sleep."
You were sure you had seen him bite on his lip for a second before he turned his head away and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Are you laughing? Did I get that wrong?"
Thinking back to all those nights he stayed up by your side, you had been convinced a demon didn't have to rest.
"So am I not allowed to hold you in my arms until you fall asleep anymore?"
You were certain- there was suppressed laughter under his words.
"And what's so hilarious about that now?"
Pouting you crossed your arms in front of you chest but a soft blush became clearly visible on your cheeks.
"Nothing, my sweet innocent angel."
Sebastian turned back to you and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.
"Fetch your belongings from your old room and make yourself at home. I have to get back to my duties."
After stealing another kiss from you, he left -still with some mysterious smile on his face- making you brood over his demeanor.
"Fine. Have it your way as always."
Having Mey-Rin help you to get your belongings, left you even more annoyed. Her behaviour was all gigglish and odd but she wouldn't tell you why.
Pushing it all aside you finished polishing the silverware and asked the others if any more help was needed from you. All they did is send you off while sticking their heads together in giggles and whispers as well.
With a deep sigh, you threw yourself on the big bouncy bed.
Previously having enjoyed a long warm bath, you found some of your cloths exchanged afterwards in the wardrobe. Now unable to find a cozy pyjama, you had to decide for a black satin nightgown.
"Demon. Am I not allowed some colour anymore?"
Turning to the side, you looked at the secretary desk where Sebastian must be doing financial reports or whatever he did at night- you figured.
"He can't seriously be this excited about watching me sleep while he works."
Tossing over to the other side you tried to get your mind off Sebastian.
Every time you had encountered him today he gave you this stupid wicked smile and then just left. Your mind was set on revenge for this childish behaviour.
"No cuddles for you, Mister."
You rolled up in the sheets and tucked yourself into them as firm as possible, creating a tight cocoon of blankets.
With a victorious grin, you wriggled forward once more and blew out the candles on your nightstand, closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep.
Later in the night, you were woken up by a rustling sound.
Slowly opening your eyes, you could see lights flickering on the walls. Paper was softly rustling behind you.
Sebastian must have returned to the room.
The little stove in the corner of the room had a small fire crackling inside, spreading and sharing its warmth.
It made you smile.
He must have lit it up so you wouldn't get cold in the night. Or maybe he saw you tucked in so tightly, thinking you were already freezing.
"Are you trying to become a butterfly and grow wings to escape, my little caterpillar?" Sebastian laughed from behind you.
You didn't answer him and stayed still, curled up in your pupation with your eyes shut again.
"Pretending to be asleep, I see. You know I can hear the change in your breathing, right?"
Deciding you would further ignore him anyway, you denied him another answer.
"Hmm.. someone wants me to come over and check, I guess. I'll be right over in a minute."
Ignoring the playful threat in Sebastian's words and tone, you shuffled around, curling up into a ball as best as you could in your self-made imprisonment.
"Pft." You let him know, you were still not impressed and most definitely ignoring him. Sending the demon behind you into laughter.
"Oh? In the mood to play are we? Good, I'll gladly join."
You could hear the chair being pushed back and some papers put aside. Sebastian placed the candle holder from his desk on his nightstand before he walked over to the wardrobe.
More rustling made you open your eyes, peaking over your shoulder to see what the demon was up to now.
His back was turned to you, Sebastian undressed. He had taken of his tie and gloves and neatly set them down on the dresser.
As he took off his coat, you caught yourself beginning to blush and your heart made a few leaps but were unable to avert your eyes from the sight.
Having placed his coat on a hanger, Sebastian started to unbutton his shirt.
"Enjoying the show, angel?" He teased without turning around.
Still incapable of looking away even after he had called you out, you watched him take off his shirt. As it slid off his shoulders, you bit down on your lower lip.
Smooth skin hid traces of his well-defined muscular figure. Countless times had these strong arms held you tight. To see them bare and flexed sparked a heat deep within you.
Finally able to look away, you nuzzled your face into the pillow and pressed your eyes shut but the images just flashed up in front of you again.
"Naughty angel." Sebastian chuckled.
He had heard your heartbeat leap out of control as you watched him. Highly amused at your unusual bold behaviour which quickly switched back to the timidity he knew from you.
You could hear him making his way over to the bed, sitting down on the edge to remove his shoes and socks.
"Now... will you grant me an equal view by yourself or would you have me unwrap you like a present?"
The bed dipped behind you, announcing Sebastian as he crawled his way over to you.
Trying to hide further in your cocoon, you concealed your red face in the blankets and clung to the sheets in which you were wrapped.
"You don't deserve that. You cruel demonic man."
Your words muffled by the covers didn't help as you tried not to sound pouty and whiny.
"Tell me, angel. What -besides laying the world at your feet and stripping for you- do I need to do to be deserving of this heavenly sight." Sebastian joked, teasing you even more.
"Explain why you are laughing at me all day!" You demanded.
Another laughter from the demon, made you poke your head out and glare over your shoulder.
"I wasn't laughing at you. Well, maybe just a bit."
As you saw him reach his arms under you to lift you up, you wriggled away like a worm- to no avail.
"There is no escape, angel. You're mine."
Just for a second you were up in the air, while in the next you landed in Sebastian's lap- and with no more blankets to hide in.
He had skillfully unpacked his present, revealing you for him in the laced nightdress.
"Unfair! Unhand me, you beast!"
You yelped and tried to get off his lap but arms had already replaced the sheets and captured you within an embrace.
"And why would I let go of such delicious prey?" Sebastian purred next to your ear. "I think I'd rather have a taste."
Lowering his head to your throat, he playfully licked over your delicate skin with the tip of his tongue.
"Don't you dare!" You gasped.
No matter how much strength you mustered, there was no getting away.
Softly nibbling and sucking on your throat, Sebastian left marks all over. Kissing his way further down to your cleavage.
"Sebastian!"
Half indignant whine, half moan- you tried to make him stop. Freeing your hands and pressing up against his head and chest.
"Hmm, your smell is intoxicating and your taste..."
Another long lick and plenty of kisses across your chest, trailing his tongue down towards your covered breasts- before he stopped.
"... is addictive."
Sebastian lifted his head back up to level his eyes with yours. Slow and lascivious, he licked over his lips.
"You are an beast, Sebastian."
You tried to hide your bright red face behind your hands, but the demon wouldn't have any of it.
"Such high praise and yet I haven't even ravaged you properly."
Your deadly glare broke Sebastian's act and he chuckled as he removed your hands and caught your chin to trap you in a deep passionate kiss.
Your resistance faded more with every second within the loving kiss, melting it down until you wrapped your arms around Sebastian's neck, seeking to get closer to his body.
Hands carefully traced down your sides and coming to rest on your waist.
As Sebastian parted his lips from yours, you followed him for more. Unwilling to let it end, initiating another longing kiss.
Only breaking it as you felt Sebastian's hands lift you from his lap to spread your legs so you sat down facing him with your chest pressed to his.
You hadn't noticed your own hips starting to roll into him, craving and yearning for him. Riding his lap as you felt the heat between your legs spread.
"Don't stop, angel." Sebastian breathlessly whispered against your lips.
His hands on your waist, he carefully pressed you down some more and supported your movements back and forth.
You felt him between your legs. Moaning at the sensation, slightly arching your back the harder he got.
Sebastian watched you. Marveled at the beautiful view right in front of him.
"You feel so good."
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the head rest. Sighing in bliss as you moved your hips into him, matching the rhythm he pressed himself up into you. Listening to your soft moans.
As you movements stilled, he opened his eyes to look at you.
Suddenly shy and nervous, you averted your eyes.
"What's wrong, love?" Concerned he raised a hand to stroke over your cheek.
"You... you feel this? I mean.. does it really feel good for you?"
Embarrassed you lowered your head but Sebastian lifted your chin up to force you look at him. His eyes urging you to explain.
"You told me this is only a pleasant way to waste time to you. Not actually feeling anything and not able to... ehm.."
Insecure you shifted in Sebastian's lap, just to suppress a moan at the delicate friction again between the both of you.
"Haven't I told you that your body is also special to a demon?"
He teased you and rolled his hips into you again, making you feel him pressing between your legs.
"This isn't me shaping my form to please you, angel. This is me actually getting hard for you. Wanting you. Needing you."
"Don't say such filthy things." You whispered timidly.
Sebastian's husky laughter vibrated through his chest and traveled onto your body, teasing another soft moan.
"Filthy? My innocent angel, I haven't even started."
Picking up a faster rhythm with which he pressed up against you, he drowned the room in your exquisite moans and whimpers.
"This is all me and it's all for you. Just for you." Sebastian moaned as he let you ride his lap.
"Say my name. Please." He begged as you matched his pace again, moaning in pleasure and in need.
No longer able to hold anything back as the heat had swallowed you and wiped your mind, you moaned his name. Over and over.
"Sweet angel, I can't promise you to be gentle all the way but I will try, okay? Do you want this?"
Making sure he was in no way forcing this on you, he sought out reassurance. Looking at you, eyes filled with lust and desire. Openly showing you he spoke the truth about what he feels with you.
"I do, Sebastian. I want you. I need you so much."
"Kiss me, love." Sebastian leaned forward to meet your lips once again.
His hands found their way under your dress, carefully caressing over your skin before he lifted the gown and broke the kiss for a second to free you of it.
"God, you are so beautiful." He mused before resuming to kiss you more.
Minutes flew by as mouths and tongues mingled while your bodies tangled in a heated embrace made of roaming and exploring hands.
"Damn, I can't wait any longer."
Almost a growl- he groaned these words into your mouth, swiftly laying you down on your back and crawling over you.
You arms still wrapped around Sebastian's neck, you pulled him back into a kiss while his hands made their way down your body.
Softly stroking over your breasts, making you squirm and arch to beg for more of his touch.
But Sebastian's patience was running low. He wanted to make sure to prepare you properly for him, not hurting you in an overwhelming rush of lust.
Bringing one hand down to your panties, he slipped his palm underneath cupping your wet sex.
An electrifying sensation fluttered through you, making you break the kiss to moan Sebastian's name. Begging for more as your hips sought out more, grinding into his palm.
Quickly Sebastian freed you from the last remaining piece of clothing as he ripped through it. Giving him more access to let his fingers trail up and down your pussy.
As his thumb began to circle and rub your clit, you dug your nails into his back, making Sebastian moan in return.
"Ready? Tell me if it hurts, my angel. Look at me."
Nodding, you felt him push a finger inside in the next moment. Sebastian's eyes roamed over your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. But as you moaned and moved your hips he continued and began to move as well.
Carefully he added another finger, always observing your reaction but you could see it in his eyes that his restraint was dwindling.
"Sebastian, I want you. Please."
Your words tore down the last barrier of self-control within the demon.
Removing his fingers and freeing his swollen and hard cock, he pressed his tip against your soaked core.
One last moment of him waiting for your approval.
As he saw no objection but pure lust sparkle in your clouded eyes, Sebastian pushed himself inside of you.
Both of you moaning in satisfaction, he continued until he was all inside. Relishing the feeling of you twitching and contracting around his seize while he stilled his hips for a short moment.
"You will never ever get away, angel. I cannot live without this. Cannot live without you and the things you do to me."
Sebastian had closed his eyes to feel it all- feel all of you.
You eased one arm from his neck and stroked over his cheek.
"I won't, Sebastian. I will only live for you. Stay with me forever."
Sealing your promises to each other with a kiss.
Spending all night vowing them to each other as your bodies mingled and danced in a fiery game of love and lust all night.
To wake up the morning, still in Sebastian's arm was the greatest bliss you had ever found bestowed on you.
Being softly lulled out of sleep by delicate kisses all over you.
"Good morning, my love." You giggled as some of his hair tickled you.
"Mmmh, 'morning." Sebastian murmured against your neck still very busy with leaving marks.
"Sebastian... people can see these. Stop." You laughed and squirmed in his arms.
"Good. You are mine."
One last kiss stolen from your lips and both of you unwillingly parted as the day had come and duty called you into service.
" A mission? Me?"
Sebastian's good mood had quickly vanished as Lord Phantomhive had called you both into his office with a letter of the queen laying in front of him.
"Is that necessary, my Lord? I can surely find another way-"
"No. The queen has send a detailed request with instructions. The village we are to investigate is a strictly religious area and I think she is right to request to have her join us as she grew up in the perfect surroundings to help us blend in. No further discussion. Get everything ready. This is an order, Sebastian."
You could clearly see how the demon clenched his jaw in aversion to this order but he had to oblige.
"And you get ready too. I will give further instructions on the way." The young Lord demanded and send you out.
Outside Sebastian had waited for you. His eyes dark and narrowed.
"You will do everything I say, exactly the way I order it. Stay out of trouble."
As he turned around not letting you answer, he whispered to himself.
"I can't lose you."
It hadn't been in your mind to act against him. Ever.
But this village was not only a test of faith as you and the demon would soon discover.
