Ok, so you know that poor girl that Claude basically had his way with over in "Maybe, In Time," chapter 17? Honestly, it was a hard chapter to have to watch and write… I mean it's Claude, and he is having sex. Ew. Alas, that poor thing was left and looked up at me at the end of the story and had such a pitiful look… so I scooped her up and went back to my favorite perspective of writing: first person. I almost did "Maybe, In Time" first person through Rey-Min's eyes… I mean, common, who would not want to have Sebastian's hands on them?! Oh, sorry… ya. So this one is about that poor girl, and how she manages to end up in the Undertakers care, because that man needs some loving in his life, all gloomy, and deathly, and … well, you know.

First chapter is basically "Maybe, In Time" Ch. 17 in the girls' perspective. Trust me, I had to wash my hands and wanted a shower... because she doesn't know it's a demon who is doing this, not a dream that Claude has given her. Shh... she will find out soon enough, poor soul.

Chapter 1: Visitation

I went down the stairs quiet as a mouse, needing to get a new candle. I had burned mine out and had to pick my way in the darkness to the table in the kitchen, striking a match as I leaned over the gas light. I turned to go to the far end, where the new sticks were kept, but a sudden breath blew out the flame.

A hand covered my mouth and most of my face, only allowing me to breath through my nose, and I wanted to scream and kick the man behind me. His body was against my back, and I could feel his lower half digging into the small of my back, and his hard chest pulling me against him.

"Shh… there is nothing to be afraid of," a velvety soft voice spoke in my ear, and for a moment I wanted to believe him. I wanted to relax into his body, feeling so strong on my back, and sink into his voice. I felt him caress my forehead and suddenly I felt as if I was floating. I breathed in through my nose deeply, and slipped into a serene feeling of relaxation. There was really nothing to be afraid of.

A man, the man who held me, was what I really was waiting for. I was down here to get a new candle to burn in my window, signaling to him that my father was asleep, I was ready to entertain him. I wanted to talk. Wanted to… kiss him. So badly did I want to kiss him. I had burned my candle and dreamt of kissing his lips, his strong fingers caressing my cheek as he opened my mouth and we kissed.

And now, now he was here. I felt myself tense, but also relax; he was the one I was summoning to my house at midnight. And he knew why I wanted him. I was scared because of why I wanted him.

"My dear love, I am here at last," the man said. I turned and saw his black hair was tangled a bit, like he had ran to be with me. "I have waited so long to see that candle in your window."

I smiled and kissed him. Leaning into his chest I felt him pull my front to his and I gasped. I blushed; I am a virgin, I whisper.

"Do you wish to remain in such a state?"

I look into his strange colored eyes and slowly shake my head. "I have waited for you. But I am scared. What if -"

"Shhh… I will bring you nothing but pleasure."

He took my chin and held it as he kissed me, slowly, chaste and then spread my lips as I deeply desired and my mouth was invaded by his tongue. I curled my tongue around his and he groaned, pulling me closer to him. I felt my breasts poke out of my sleeping dress and our clothes brushed up against each others' chest as he slowly dropped his right hand down my side, down my side… and played with the hem of my night gown. I gave a sharp breath as his fingers brushed my naked thigh.

"Shh… my darling, I want you to be mine. Do you not wish to be mine?"

I nodded. The hem went up a bit more.

"A blushing virgin who has wanted nothing more than a man to take her. Make her a woman at last."

"Please…" I moaned as the hem traveled further and he touched my private part. "Please make the burning stop."

"I shall," he whispered, kissing me deeply as his fingers slipped into my secret place.

A sudden memory of my father yelling at me that I should not give my secret place to anyone by my true love - my husband - flashed. But the man in front of me... his fingers slipping into me, I moaned.

"Turn around," his voice said, pulling me back from the pleasure.

I looked up and opened my mouth to protest; I wanted to look into his strange eyes as he took me for the first time.

"It will be gentler, easier for you, if I take you from behind. Your first time should be memorable and enjoyable. I want you to remember and enjoy this."

I nodded and turned around, feeling his hand on my back, bending me over the table. His other hand lifted my night dress up and slipped back into my secret place. I bit my lips, feeling as if I was floating and then I felt as if I was peeing, but his fingers kept pumping in and out of me. I was confused.

"Ah nice and wet, for me only, yes?"

"I.. I didn't mean… I am sorry."

"For what my love? You gave me what I needed so I can give you my body and give you what you are so desperately called me here for - to take your virginity."

I felt better; he liked what my body gave him. And then I felt a stiff object - his man part! - press against my secret place. I moaned as it slid in a bit, and his hands came back to rub my back, the other on my breast, pawing at them. His hands moved back to my hips and he pushed in more. I bit my lip; I did not want to wake my father up and have him see me and my secret lover taking me over the kitchen table. But I wanted this, I wanted this so badly. I felt a shudder run through my body and his hands clamp on my hips. He sighed and pulled out a bit, and before I could protest that I wanted his body in mine, he obliged, with a bit of forcefulness in his pushing. His body - his man part - fit in me like a perfect match. I felt like I was flying now as he slowly pulled out and back into my secret place a few more times.

"I am so glad you waited for me and left your sleeping quarters upstairs. Tell me, my darling, how do you like our first time?"

I moaned as a shutter ran down me again and made his man part slip in and out easier. However I had done that I enjoyed his grip tightening on my hips as he sped up. I wanted to tell him our first time was like heaven. Like the perfect dinner. Like … better than I had ever imagined. He sped up, my own hips bumping into the table, the tingling in my body washed over me again.

"Ah yes, you do like it rough. A man like me can show you the stars, and you want to see them so, so bad."

I nodded. I did want to see the stars. I wanted to see them with him. Him taking me like this, like a man who had found his woman and would never let her go. His hands came around my throat and squeezed, his delicious speed and angle piercing me differently, more furious. I felt like his man part grow and grow, like it was worshiping my secret place and I loved it. I loved it so much.

It hurt. His man part was hurting my insides, but he kept going in and out, my body still wanting this feeling. I opened my mouth and wanted to tell him to stop. To not hurt me. He said he would not hurt me when he took me. It hurt. It hurt. His hard chest was on my back, and he was so heavy, pushing me into the table as his man part was pushing into me. It slipped deeper and deeper… I felt like my body was waiting for this and his man part was wanting to give it all to me. I was being ripped apart by my secret place - and I loved it.

My secret lover moved my legs further apart, and was standing upright behind me once more, his hands on my rear, gripping it hard as he stilled his movements. I felt so full in my secret place. I wanted to feel full all the time with him. He moved his hands up my back and grabbed my hair, pulling me back, making me bend my back and….

He growled in my ear and went back to roughly taking my virginity - did I not already give it all to him? Was there more to take? As his man part kept sliding into me, I bit my lip. Oh how scandalous it would be if father woke and came down the stairs? He would find my lover standing at the table, moving his middle, and then would see me. Oh he would see me gripping the table, my secret place invaded by a man part, my lover's man part. Oh… I let the feelings wash over me. I would not feel ashamed… I would scream for my lover to keep giving me his man part.

"Oh deeper… please my lover!" I screamed as my lover removed his hands from my hair and moved them to my shoulders. "Let my father see how much of a man I can take and how my lover has made me a woman."

My lover wrapped his hands around my mouth as my body shuttered and I felt the white hot heat explode out of my secret place and wrap me up up like a blanket. And my lover kept his pounding with his man part.

Oh gods above! I should call it what my friends and I giggle about. A penis. Oh, it was a horrible sounding word for something so beautiful. I could call it what my dearest friend called it, a… I felt extra dirty as I just thought of the word. Cock. My lover's cock. I shuttered. My lovers… cock was taking my virginity.

A surge of liquid came from my lovers… cock… and deep into me. I was scared but felt his hands once more on my hips. The feeling warmed me and his… oh dear me! His cock slipped deeper into me once more, and the liquid filled me more. The light sensation of before came back over me.

"Oh! Yes," I muttered trying to be so quiet even as I felt as if I could scream and the dead would smile knowing why. My lover was ending my days as a good girl, as a virgin who knew nothing about men. Who believed her fathers words that men were wicked, only wanted women for their bodies, and here, here my lover, who I had waited so long to come, was lavishing on my body the most delicious of sins.

Finally my lover sighed and his man part - his cock, I reminded myself - slid out of me, the sudden loss of his heaviness no longer in my body. My legs went weak, and I slipped to the floor, laying there as my lover sat in the corner, panting, smiling, his clothes still on and mine still halfway up my front.

"Thank you, my love," he said. He crawled forward and kissed me. His hand touched my secret place where fluid seemed to be leaking and smiled again. "This fluid is mine and yours. It is sacred and precious. It will help you remember me."

I reached out and placed a hand on his beautiful face, seeing it really for the first time. "Will you not stay with me?"

"No my love, I can not. What if your father finds you? I will never be able to visit you again," he whispered, dropping a kiss on my lips. His fingers went back into my secret place. "And I so wish to visit you again, don't you?"

I nodded. I nodded and closed my eyes. Letting the sudden exhaustion wash over my non-virgin body. I smiled as I felt his fingers leave my secret place and skirted across my lips. I licked my lips and tasted the liquid we had made. It tasted tangy and sharp. I fell asleep on the kitchen floor.

And here we part from the place it is in "Maybe, In Time." Well, it will be referenced once more when she wakes, but then this is a separate story, or in my mind, a companion of what happened after that night of Claude naughty naughty and his lust to find Sebastian and Mey-Rin before they ... oh go read "Maybe, In Time." If you haven't already. It's quite wicked in it's own right. All smutty and ... um smuttiness? Til next chapter.