This was not written by me; it's a birthday gift from my dear friend β€οΈ@lalause.
An Earl in this society isn't expected to have a mansion that huge, not to mention the wealth.
First there is the road; long, pale, and ribboning through low hills like a thought the land is reluctant to finish. Then come the trees, arranged with suspicious naturalness, as though the wilderness itself has been coached into politeness. Their branches lean just enough to frame
what waits ahead. A carriage carries you there, that's how long the road and the scenery is. It's possible to see few tamed horses wandering around freely, and sheds with various purposes.
Most of them are reserved for wines, the supposed income for the earl, but still doesn't explain the wealth. Their orchards and vineyards a few miles from here is a great façade for their business. But the road continues until the glorious mansion is visible.
It rises from the earth confidently, made by a man who knows what he's doing, a hired professional. It does not need to announce wealth because it knows. Built of pale grey stone that blends to the English sky in the rainy days, the mansion stretches wide rather than tall, its symmetry deliberate, almost mathematical. Tall sash windows line its face, each one catching
the light like a composed eye. Ivy has begun its slow, aristocratic conquest along the eastern wall, not enough to suggest neglect, just enough to imply age, and therefore, legitimacy. What this lineage has been doing behind the shadows is unknown, but its actions became visible with the current earl in place, suspiciously right after his marriage. But the mansion does not end here.
Spread before the mansion like a second, living architecture, the grounds are disciplined by the hands of a demon. Lawns roll out in sheets of green so evenly cut they resemble fabric rather than grass. Hedges stand in geometric formations, clipped into corridors and chambers, guiding the eye and the body.
Yew and boxwood have been shaped into quiet declarations of control; spheres, cones, and the occasional more daring spiral, each one suggesting a gardener who understands both patience and power. Flowerbeds erupt in orchestrated color, not wild but arranged with a painterβs restraint.
Roses climb trellises in careful gradients, white surrendering to blush, blush deepening into crimson. Exported Maroon flowers border the pathways, its scent carried deliberately by the breeze, an intoxicating scent almost inhuman.
There is a fountain at the gardenβs heart, its stone basin worn just enough to suggest generations of watching. Water spills from a sculpted figure, an innocent water nymph, her expression caught between serenity and something more knowing of what is inside the mansion. The surface of the water reflects the mansion in trembling fragments, as though reality itself is being reconsidered.Passing this perfect yet eerie garden is the central entrance. It is crowned with a modest portico supported by fluted columns the kind that costs more than excess. Above it, the Earlβs crest is carved into the stone: a stag poised mid-step, frozen in a moment of eternal vigilance.
Even the gravel beneath seems curated, the house is a result of demonic obsession.
Finally, when a guest is honored to enter this mansion, they see a huge painting,
probably the most expensive thing in the house. A portrait, which is another façade, of a newly
wed Earl and his most beautiful child. His marriage did not bring a child yet, but it certainly
brought wealth from the wildest dreams.
Swirling the wine glass across the orange afternoon sun, it was another day you have to endure in front of other people. You had a beautiful face and a rich dress hiding what is under.
Everything was a mask, and only clever people knew how to wear it properly. And you believed that you were one of them. Everyone thought that stupid Earl had the best wife, wine and the money, but all he had was the title he passed on to you gracefully. The Countess behind your name hid many secrets and an ugly past. Climbing the ladder and sitting on a huge fortune and velvet chairs, you did everything by yourself.
Or, you let everyone believe. Because in this rotten society, a woman needs to do anything to free herself from the shadow of a man. Confidence, lots of luck, and a demonic touch.
The crest rests on your chest, in a place where you can see every morning when handmaids bring your toiletries. Not a day passed without forgetting that. Even now, as you wait for the supper and your beloved husband, the Earl, with a tasty wine made by your workers, the owner of the crest stays behind you.
Maybe you werenβt staying under the shadow of a man, but you were under something far worse, a demon.
βWhatβs inside your clever mind, my lady?β the man in black bowed slightly.
βHave our guests left satisfied?β I asked, putting the wine aside. Every interaction was a mind game and you never cloud your mind with nectar.βOf course, Iβm one hell of a butler after allβ¦β The man grinned.
βNo doubt about that, Sebastian.β You scofed at the irony. You were the giver of that name, on that one cursed night. He was the one said heβll follow you, but he was the only man you couldnβt really make bow down to. The whole journey of making a name for yourself, marrying the Earl and becoming a respected Countess felt like all his doing. It shouldn't be possible, but he was a demon, so you sold your soul to him, and the paycheck was close.
βI can only hope my lady is enjoying herself in this lovely afternoon. If not, Iβm preparing a lovely supper.β Sebastianβs grin never faded away. I felt like what he was planning in his mind was
"Shouldn't I wait for my lord?β That made the grin gone, just as you wanted. Any mention of the Earl was a good way to provoke Sebastian. You marrying the Earl wasnβt in the plans of him to take your vengeance. It was purely a choice you made for yourself, to look like a lovely lady of a lonely house, and Sebastian was the attentive and skillful butler. It made the faΓ§ade perfect. No one would know who strikes them from the shadows when you take your vengeance.
Thatβs where you two disagree, Sebastian wanted your name to be heard and known. And you probably werenβt aware of how much this means to him.
Ambitions made the soul tastier and worthy to feast upon, and yours dulled when you were busy with marrying and making a peaceful name for yourself in the community to fit in.
Sebastian loved, even craved, those who refused to follow and fit in, so even the act of you playing the innocent wife got on his nerves.
βThe Earlβ β¦Sebastian began, voice colder, maybe even disrespectful towards the owner of that title, β... wonβt be coming tonight.β
βOh, how unfortunate.β You picked your wine back, not really wanting to indulge in this conversation, but the demon had other plans for you. You felt his cold, lifeless breath on your back as Sebastian leaned on the back of the velvet chair. His glowed fingers gripped the rim of your wine glass, taking it away.
βWould you like to send a thoughtful message of how youβll spend the supper without him to the Earl?β He said with a low, challenging voice.
βThen I should probably leave out the part about the activities of the night.β You said meaningfully, an implication hanging in the air. It made something flicker in the crimson eyes of Sebastian.
βYour orders, my lady?β He asked with expectation, he had to hear it. You paused for a moment to rise from the velvet chair and get the wine glass back from his grasp. βPrepare supper in the dining room.β You said, while daring to look down on the demon himself. βIβll eat without company tonight.β
The night doesn't come easily when you have something anticipated. You eat your upper, stroll around the garden at night with flowers that gloom ominously, and retreat to your cambers. The huge bed is something you're supposed to share with a husband, your lord, but not you.
The Earl's eyes wander around despite having a beautiful wife like you. This could be scandalous, if it didnβt help your plan. So it's okay, your eyes are on someone else too. As before every night you expect to spend with Sebastian, your mind drifts off to the first day you meet.
A damn day, on a bloody altar. Back then, a certain someone made you lose everything you have and will ever have. Your family, lineage, name, honor and life are gone in a blink. It felt like nothing human can help you after that night, so your mind wandered around the other side of the human world.
The demons, those damn demons. Feasting upon the sole thing that makes a human,
human; emotions. But not every emotion is up to their wicked taste. They need despair, hatred, ambition and vengeance. Vengeance was the must for a demon. A target for them to hunt down for you, to earn your tasty human emotions. In exchange for emotions, soul, and your chance to ever see God, your vengeance upon earth will be taken by an obedient, hungry demon.
That's how you managed to call one of them that you conveniently named Sebastian. The way that demon set the terms⦠it could be only from a demon's mind. The discussion of the agreement terms is the last part of the demon testing if you are worthy of their obedience.
The demon will set traps laced with sultry words to play with you like a puppet. This is why not every vengeful person has a demon pet at their back, many fail here. But you didn't. The life you spend in society and the courtly talk you mastered made you maneuver around those traps and made Sebastian yoursβ¦
The agreement was Sebastianβs obedience until you kill your arch enemy and cut ten of his fingers for satisfaction. You didn't even try to hide your bloodthirst, which made Sebastian obsessed. A demonic obsession to your soul, emotion, body, and mind.
And he's determined to show this obsession in every possible opening he finds. He fucks your body, your mind, and soul throughly, reminding the vengeance, and the obsession in every twitch of the aftershocks. Your body shivered with anticipation, that's when the demon knocked the door.
βCome in!β You said a bit too fast. Taking your permission, Sebastian entered with his usual smirk.
βGood night, my lady. How can I assist you tonight with the full moon? Is there anything I can do?β Sebastian bowed slightly.
βYes, there isβ β¦You straightened from the bed a littleβ. You can stripβ .You always saidt that, but Sebastian never does that with fake excuses, and something in your mind said you shouldnβt order this. Not that heβll be ugly, but he probably had some things you shouldnβt see.
βMy lady always asks for moreβ β¦Sebastian moved closer to the bed with predatory movements. He took his gloves out and pushed them into his pocket. β... things that would be hard to provideβ β¦He brushed your calf, resting on the bed, hid behind a fabric with a fancy nightgown.
Then his hands wandered further, to your thigh, navel, brushed between your breasts, all the way until your face. It was cold, it was shivering, but you held still.
βIt would be much more pleasurable, for both of usβ¦β
you pushed more than usual, because when you look back, all your memories were hazed beside the pleasure, with norecollection of Sebastianβs body or his manhood. There was something mysterious about thisβ¦
βYour selfless butlerβs pleasure shouldnβt matter my ladyβ¦β His finger parted your lips, like heβs about to kiss you, but he never kissed you either. That demon just played with you.
βLetβs just see where the night will take usβ β¦you gave up, relaxing on the bed to get ready for the things Sebastian will do. He saw that rare submission, but were you ever submitted fully, that part was questionable.
Because you were this selfish creature who only chased her own power and pleasure, just like Sebastian liked youβ¦
βYesβ¦ my lady.β His eyes darkened into a sick shade of crimson, you knew this look.
His hands caressed your sides, leaving goosebumps on its wake. You end up lying on your back fully, so Sebastian can climb on the bed near your legs.
He held the hem of the nightgown, reaching your ankles. It raised slowly until your knees were visible, making you sigh in anticipation of what's coming. The pleasure he gives every time was never compared to any men you've been with.
βDo you really like doing this?β The question left your lips hesitantly. You didnβt mean toask that, you shouldnβt ask that.
βIf my master desiresthen I shall do itβ , β¦He said with a husky voice that made your insides tingle. You knew this was the answer Sebastian would giveβ¦ but you hated it nonetheless.
But to compensate for his deficient answer, Sebastianβs hands roamed up, focused with a single purpose of getting your worries out. You moved your hips to encourage him to move further. You were extra eager tonight, not aware of what will come.
Suddenly, the thing you felt between your thighs werenβt a hand, finger or anything, but it was a shivering cold that made you yelp, a limber soft thing, moving impossibly to tease your folds.
Your reaction was priceless for Sebastian, a wicked joy making his lips curl. You ignoredthat and tried to look down to see whatβs happening, but you ended up getting pressed on your shoulders to stay in your place.
You tried to call him out on this, but he spoke first, βI thought my lady wanted to see my vulnerable parts?β the question hanging in the air like a joke.
βY- you are nothing but vulnerable, Sebastian!β You hissed. βTell me what this is.β a sharp demand, enough to make Sebastian back down a bit, only to get closer.
βThisβ β¦The pliant thing between your legs moved in the most delicious wayβ, ... is the thing behind the maskβ¦ the real side of your loyalβ¦ servantβ¦β You couldnβt even answer that as his movement urged, making your knees give in.
You were confused beyond explanation, but the pleasure dulled your mind to even ask questions. Whatever it is, it was better than any finger or penis. It moved cleverly between your folds, making the warmth spread, and it circled the most responsive areas with ease.
You spread your legs wantonly and raise the skirt of the nightgown while searching for a release. It was incredible how Sebastian knew the best parts and controlled the mysterious thing between your legs which is supposedly a part of him.
As the warmth and shivers raised higher to your navel, shameless noises escaped your mouth. You knew there was no one to hear but Sebastian, but the little dignity in your bones raised to cover your mouth as you shut your eyes to focus on the feeling. But suddenly, something with the same texture of the limb between your thighs grabbed your wrist, makingyour eyes open with shock.
You turn to your side, at your hand pinned on the pillow, to see what has been holding it. And what you saw was something black, with no resemblance of a human part, tips slightly translucent, and pliant like it had no bones. It circled your wrist two times to create an inescapable grasp.
βDo you like them, my lady? Orβ¦ do they scare you?β Sebastian whispered the obvious question. The shadowed limbs teased your entrance to open up.
βS- scared?β you tried to repeat his words but the sensation happening under there made you stutter helplessly. Sebastian was sitting on your legs, with two long shadows rising from his back, one on your wrist and the other between your thighs. He still had the body of a man, but looked more demonic than usual.
βHmmβ β¦Sebastian hummed with contemptβ. If you're not scaredβ¦ I will make you enjoy them throughlyβ¦β He leaned on your ear with his hands wandering on your breast.
βYou werethe one who said, letβs see where the night takes us.β You could feel his smirk without even seeing it.
With that little exchange, Sebastianβs moves hurried, with more limbs escaping from his back. One of it curled around your waist to pull it up, two other shadows grabbed your legs behind your knees and lifted them efortlessly. One of his hands palmed one of your clothed breasts while the other went inside your panties to join the limb that has been easing your entrance.
βIs this to your liking, my lady?β Sebastian asked, knowing the answer too well. You were shamelessly squirming under his hands and the mysterious limbs that touched you just right. So your head moved to nod eagerly, you just wanted release above everything else. The teasing was painful in the best way.
So the cold, pliant limb suddenly hardened to reach your sensitive and induced insides, passing the entrance, making your back arch with the help of the curled shadow on your waist.
His hands kept rubbing the sensitive nub to excite you in both ways. You screamed and squirmed, until you felt the familiar and delicious contractions in your thighs.
βSebastianβ¦ Iβm about toβ¦ Iβm about toβ¦β You gave out breathy sounds that are trying to form words.
βLet goβ¦ my ladyβ¦ I got you right in my armsβ¦β Sebastian said, almost soft and compassionate.
So you listened to Sebastian and your body as it came like a wave, the strongest you ever felt left your body as you shaked and gasped. Your body became limp afterwards, still spread yet spent. Sebastian caressed your legs and stomach to ease the shocks and the twitching.
βWas that good, my lady?β Sebastian fixed with his cufs playfully and raised on his knees once again. βI sayβ¦ to satisfy the Earlβ¦ we need a babyβ¦ in his lovely wifeβs bellyβ¦β
His hands went down, right on the bottom of his slacks.
βH- huh?β You helplessly looked up to Sebastian, half man, half demonic shadows, grinning with hunger you saw for the first time.
βIβll give you the seedsβ¦ the husbandβ¦ the fortune and the fameβ¦ and those ten fingers of your enemyβ¦ and youβll only look at meβ¦ for eternityβ¦ my ladyβ¦β
