Characters:

Ciel Phantomhive (age 24) Earl of the Phantomhive Estate. Owner of Funtom Toys.

Reader as Lady Phantomhive (age immortal/ looks 15-16) Daughter of the Earl of Sussex. Demon wife of Ciel Phantomhive, Earl of Phantomhive Estate.

Sebastian (age unknown) Demon butler of Phantomhive household. Tutor to Richard.

Meirin, Bard, Finnian (ages 20, 32, 19) Servants and protectors of the Phantomhive Estate.

Children:

Richard (age 10) Eldest son of Lord and Lady Phantomhive. Heir to the Phantomhive Estate. Very mature for his young age. Named for Richard I Lionheart.

Caine (age 6) Second son to Lord and Lady Phantomhive.

Alexander (age 5) Third son to Lord and Lady Phantomhive.

January 1st 1900 12:00 a.m.

Golden champagne swirled lightly as the sparkling crystal clicked together in celebration. Voices lifted in joyous praise, welcoming the New Year and the new century. The majestic ballroom blazed with silk skirts and spiced cologne, the smoke from cigars clouding the rafters. Fires roared within the polished marble fireplaces, flickering here and there. The flames seemed just as eager to dance as the guests. Ladies of class and their gentlemen waltzed and laughed to the chiming of the clocks. Butlers sifted through the crowd, their silver trays laden with glasses. The music of the violins and cellos wafted past the large mahogany doors and up to the grand staircase. The large grandfather clock chimed strong and profound notes as it counted the hours. It was in front of that looming ornament that the master of the estate took the delicate hand of his Lady and wife.

Ciel Phantomhive smiled down at his wife with all of the love that a man could present. And with his standing, that proved to be quite profound. The Earl's smoky blue eye glittered in the gas lit light of the chandeliers, the golden-yellow reflections played off of his slate grey locks. The smile upon his creamy lips was just as soft and smooth as the champagne you sipped from your glass, but tasted oh so much sweeter. Behind you, the clock counted the ninth hour. Ciel bent lower, his bow shaped mouth shadowing yours. You went to meet him, his superior height causing you to rock forward and lean against his chest. Another chime and it was the eleventh hour. Ciel angled his head gently to the side, his peachy lips parting. You closed your eyes, offering your mouth to your husband. As the clock sounded the twelfth hour, the celebratory raucous fell on deaf ears as you and your husband met in a midnight kiss.

His hands held you so protectively and securely that you pressed closer to him. You never grew tired of his kisses. They always had a way of making you surrender to him. Ciel's body had matured since those years ago. He was now as lean as Sebastian, and almost as tall. And his prowess and stamina were things to be admired. He could run his corporation for days on end with little rest, then retire to your chambers and still be able to seduce you. It was this strength, you believed, that allowed him to father three children in such a short time. Not that you were complaining. Ciel even discussed with you that he desired more children from you.

Two nights since past, you lay in each other's arms, his long fingers caressing the curvatures of your back. The children had been seen to bed by Sebastian, each sleeping peacefully in their nursery. Save Richard, who slumbered in his own chambers. At the ripe age of ten, Richard was Ciel's heir and next to inherit the Funtom Company. He resembled his father the closest, with likewise hair and eyes. Richard was a brilliant boy, quite like his father. He aspired to become a great Lord and gentleman like Ciel, and often spent his study hours daydreaming of that accomplishment. Much to the aggravation of Sebastian, who had been placed as the child's tutor and mentor. The demonic butler had to chuckle though, for he never dared to guess that his young master held such…passions to bring forth children from his loins. Nonetheless, Richard was an astute pupil. And Sebastian was right proud of the little Lord.

Ciel ghosted his lips over your shoulder and ear, his nose brushing your soft hair. You smiled dreamily and sighed closer to him. Your husband gently kissed your head and whispered into your ear.

"I want you to bare me more children," Ciel's voice hushed against your hair.

Chuckling, you turned your face to nuzzle his chin. "Oh? Is three not enough? Could it be that the great Ciel Phantomhive wishes to populate the earth with his blood?"

You raised a hand and traced a fingertip down his perfect nose. Ciel's blue eye darkened with growing lust when he felt that same finger drag over the strong column of his throat. Your touch sent currents of electricity to course down his belly and into his hips.

The earl growled playfully and pinned you onto your back, his lithe body erotically settling along yours.

"I will fill the world with my descendants if that is my destiny. No country will be blind or deaf to the Phantomhive namesake. Nor shall England be ignorant to my superiority in all matters…be they political or the pleasures of the flesh."

You felt the familiar hot pressure pressing against your hip, and you grinned devilishly. "Then we've little time to waste, my husband."

Those memories infiltrated your mind as you stood there wrapped in Ciel's embrace. A shudder traced its way down your spine, a shudder that the young earl absorbed through his lips. The Earl of the Phantomhive Estate smirked against your lips and crushed you to him in a cage of muscle and power. What a fine way to welcome the dawn of the new century.