Ivory's breaths came out in heavy pants.
Ciel was killing her.
"Damn him." She growled out, her orange eyes flashing dangerously. Her draconic wings twitched as her scaly tail swayed threateningly.
Ivory is a dragon-kin. More than likely, the last of her kind. She looks human, but has dragon characteristics, and she can also shift into the form of a dragon when she so pleases. She has long white hair that goes down to her mid-back, and she has a white, scaled tail coming off of her back. A pair of leathery wings with white scales along the bones came from her shoulder blades. Her orange eyes were rimmed with red, and her pupil was slitted as she glared ahead of her.
Just a few days ago, she had been captured by some insane man that Ciel had been sent to deal with by the queen. Ciel had rescued her of course, but not before the man had locked her in a chastity belt, claiming that his daughter would not lose her innocence before she could be married. During the battle between Sebastian and the man, the keys to the chastity belt that was locked around her waist were thrown into a raging fire and melted in seconds.
Ciel and Sebastian had both failed to remove the belt, so it was still locked around her. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be an issue.
But she had just gone into heat.
When a dragon-kin female is in heat, they get uncomfortably hot, and their groins will be in constant pain. They will seek relief in any way they can, sometimes if they can't find a suitable male to soothe their pain, the females will help each other out, if only just to stop the pain and heat.
But, with the chastity belt locked around Ivory's waist, she can't pleasure herself in order to chase the pain away. Ciel knows this too, and he takes great pleasure in teasing her to insanity.
Just a few moments ago, she had asked him if there was any progress on finding the man who made the belt. When her master replied no, she turned to leave. However, as soon as she had left his office, Ciel had followed her out and pinned her to the wall. His scent had clouded her mind and her loins were burning. She wished for nothing more than for him to ravage her right then and there. But all he did was press his body against hers and whisper an order into her ear huskily, before he pulled back with a devilish smirk and went back into his office.
"I'm going to kill him." She snarled as she walked into her bedroom in the servants' chambers.
"Kill who?" A voice asked, shocking her.
Ivory whipped around, her anger forgotten as she looked upon a boy around the age of 19. A year older than her. He had shaggy blonde hair and icy blue eyes. A smug grin was spread across his face as he looked down at her. He was half a head taller than her, and he wore a purple overcoat with a green undershirt and black shorts that ended just after his rear. There was a black ribbon tied around his neck.
"My apologies, my lord. I didn't know you were standing there." She said, dipping down into a bow as she stared at the ground. "Oh please. No need for a beautiful lady like yourself to bow to me." He said smoothly. Ivory blushed at his praise. As he stepped closer, Ivory caught a whiff of his scent and stiffened.
It was intoxicating.
Her loins began to burn and she bit back a moan as his scent surrounded her. "What is a girl as young as yourself doing working as a maid for Ciel, hm?" He asked, taking another step towards her. Ivory was glad she had used some of her powers to hide her wings and tail in her body moments before this boy had shown up. Ciel was adamant on never letting anyone know what she really was.
"Why, I'd kill to have you in my manor...but perhaps not as a maid…." His suggestive tone lit a fire in her as her breaths began to escape her. For every step he took towards her, she took one away from him, until her back hit the wall.
She was cornered.
His arms were on either side of her head, boxing her in. His scent was clouding her mind as her clit pulsed with need. "Tell me...what is your name?" His voice was low, seductive. "I-Ivory." She managed to say. "Ivory?" The teen repeated, looking into her orange eyes. Ivory let out a small moan as her name rolled off his tongue.
She stilled, upon realizing what had just come out of her mouth.
The icy blue eyes of the teen pinning her darkened in lust. He placed a hand on her side, his fingers gently running up and down her side, as his other hand curled around the back of her neck, burning his touch into her skin. "I want to hear that sound again." He whispered into her ear, his hot breath washing over her skin.
"I want to hear you moan." The hand on her side skimmed down to her thigh, dancing over the thick skirt in her maid uniform. "I want to hear you whimper. I want to hear you beg for my touch. For me." He pressed his body against hers, reveling at the feel of her curves pressing into his hard body. "I want you to scream my name as I enter you." Ivory shuddered at his words as she panted heavily, the burning in her loins grew into a raging fire that was pulsing with need. "I want to drown in every sweet noise you make." He licked the outside of her ear, making her release a whimper as she pressed herself further into him. "I want to kiss those soft lips until they're bruised." She could feel his length pushing into her stomach through their clothes. "I want to ravage you until you faint." Ivory's hands gripped the material of his overcoat tightly. "I want you to be mine." He whispered.
Ivory's orange eyes snapped open, the lust cleared from her head in an instant as she twirled from his grasp. Coming down from the high he sent her on, Ivory dashed out of her room to get away from him.
The moment she stepped out of her room, she slammed into a hard body and nearly fell to the ground. Thankfully, the person she had run into wrapped their arms around her before she could fall and picked her back up. Looking up, she realized that Ciel was the one holding her, and he was looking down at her in concern. Before her master could ask her anything, the blonde stepped out of her room and sent a venomous glare to the navyette.
"Trancy." Ciel growled out, holding Ivory closer to himself.
"Phantomhive." The other teen snarled, his icy blue eyes flashing dangerously.
"Your highness, it's nearly dinner time, perhaps we should head back to the manor?" A man walked up behind the blonde. He looked an awful lot like Sebastian, but he wore glasses and had golden eyes. The blonde's blue gaze lingered on Ivory before he turned and walked away with his butler.
Ciel let out a breath of relief and let go of Ivory once the other teen had left the manor. Brushing herself off, Ivory looked up to Ciel. "Master, who was that?" She asked, looking in the direction of where the blonde had left.
"Alois Trancy. He's a deceitful spider who has no place here. Stay away from him." Ciel warned, before heading back to his study.
Ivory walked into her room and sat on her bed, placing her hands on the sheets, she furrowed her brows when she felt something silky under her fingers. Looking down, she saw the thin black ribbon that had been tied around the blonde's neck. Gently biting her lip, Ivory picked up the silk material and raised it to her nose, taking a delicate sniff. His scent flooded her nose and she groaned as she felt the fire begin burning in her loins once again.
Laying down on her bed, she stared up at the ceiling. She looked at the ribbon as she rubbed the thin material between her fingers. "Alois." She muttered out, smiling softly at the way his name rolls off her tongue.