It's midnight, and the whole world is covered in darkness. You should be sleeping, yet it has eluded you tonight.
Your mind is too busy to rest.
Recently, you came into possession of a document, which shows that the Funtom Corporation have been less than honest about how profit much they make in a year. You've no doubt it's for tax reasons, which is unusual given The Earl of Phantomhive's close relationship with her Majesty. You also have no doubts over its authenticity, given that it fell the Young Lord's carriage. You've spent the entire evening wondering what do do with your newly-acquired knowledge. Do you return it to the Phantomhive estate, in exchange for a favour in the future? Do you blackmail them? Or do you sell the information on to one of the family's numerous competitors?
All three options are extremely tenting, and you're finding it hard to decide which one sounds best.
You've always thought blackmail to be beneath you, but the thought of having a powerful Earl at your mercy is an enticing one. It's just a shame he's so young, otherwise you would have been happy to trade the information for sexual favours. If only that father of his was still around…
Selling the information to a competitor is also an intriguing idea, as you do love the idea of helping someone else topple an empire. The thought makes you feel rather powerful, in fact. To sell or to exchange… it's this very thought that is preventing you from sleeping!
Well, that and the fact that you've hidden the document in your pillow case. The stupid thing is so uncomfortable now!
You close your eyes tightly, planning to force yourself into sleep. You give up after only three minutes, as your eyes are starting to hurt from screwing them shut so firmly. The room seems darker when you open them, although that's probably just your eyes needing to readjust to the low lighting.
Sure enough, after a few moments, the room seems a little brighter, and you can make out objects in the darkness. Your bedside table, your dresser, a figure sat on your chair…
What, what was that last one?
You sit up and gasp, reaching for the candle on your bedside table. You light it with shaking hands, almost as if you're reluctant to discover exactly who has managed to sneak into your room so quietly. As you strike a match, you tell yourself that there's no one there, that your mind is playing tricks on you!
The candle is lit, and you aim it towards the chair, before almost fainting in shock. Sat on your chair, as calm as night and as clear as day, is a man dressed in black. His crimson eyes stare into your very soul, and his words chill you to the bone.
'Sorry to barge in like this, but I'm afraid that you have something belonging to my master. I'm pretty certain you know of what I speak; I would appreciate it if you would hand it over without a fuss.' His master? Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Is this the Phantomhive butler? You've heard rumours about this man, and none of them are good. Well, unless you're the Earl of Phantomhive. You imagine he's probably pleased to have a butler than can eliminate an entire mansion full of thugs (if that rumour is true)! You try your best to remain calm, thinking of way to still get something out of him.
'If you'll pay me, I'll gladly hand it over.' He smirks, which puts you at ease a little; at least he doesn't seem angry.
His words are full of amusement. 'My, you're quite fiery, aren't you? Most women would faint with embarrassment, or give into my demands whist pleading for their life. It makes me interested in taking more than I came here for.' He places his hand on the bed, and it lands on top of your thigh. You're only wearing a chemise and underwear, so your sheet is the only thing separating his hand from your thigh. The heat of his hand permeates through said sheet, making you blush profusely. You're about to stutter a response when another voice joins the conversation.
'The only one taking anything tonight shall be me. Earl Tracy has requested that I retrieve that document for him, and I have no intention of leaving empty-handed.' Earl Trancy? What does that brat have to do with anything? Maybe he seeks to use the information against the Earl of Phantomhive? No matter what the motivation, you find yourself in a rather dangerous situation; alone in a room with two strange men, who both want the same thing. Who do you give it to?
Your first visitor starts to speak. 'Ah, Claude, I should have known you'd be sent to steal my young master's documents. I fear you've had a wasted journey though, as I too refuse to leave without my prize.' The way he's talking, and the fact that his hand still rests firmly on your thigh, is almost enough to make you believe he's talking about you.
What makes it worse is how much you wish it was you they were fighting over.
After all, how often does a lady find not one, but two devilishly attractive men in her room? It's like something out of a dirty dream, made real by some delightful coincidence. You consider yourself fortunate to have picked up the document in contention, for otherwise this opportunity would never have presented itself to you. The only question is, do you have the nerve to seduce the two men?
You address the one named Claude. 'I'll tell you the same thing I told this man; if you pay me, I'll gladly hand it over.' You chew on your bottom lip, in a move you hope is seductive. It seems to do the trick, as his hand grabs your other thigh.
'Payment, you say? I can give you that. I can give it to you anyway you desire.' He slides his hand up your sheet, until he finds the apex of your legs. You turn your gaze toward your other visitor, silently asking him what he can offer you. He smirks at you again.
'I think I've found a way to resolve this little problem of ours. A game of sorts. Are you both willing to participate?' A game? You love the sound of that, especially with his riding up to join Claude's.
You other visitor sighs. 'I've no time for games, Sebastian. At least, none that involve you.' He looks at you, practically devouring you with his gaze. Looks like your plan to make the most of your opportunity is working.
You smile sultrily. 'I like the sound of playing with both of you. What kind of game do you have in mind?' Instead of answering you, your initial visitor (evidentially named Sebastian) yanks your bedsheets away, making you gasp in surprise. Claude looks at him in confusion.
'It's quite simple. We're both going to take it in turns pleasuring this little minx until she can't walk. When we're done with her, she'll give the document to the one who satisfied her the most.' Your underwear immediately grows damp. You like the sound of his game.
Claude takes a moment to consider things, his eyes roaming over your body. After they drink in their fill of you, he turns his gaze back to Sebastian. 'I hate sharing prey, and you know it. I'll let you take the document if you leave me the woman.' Your underwear goes from damp to flooded, and you feel your body growing hot. Normally you hate people deciding things for you, but on this occasion you're more than happy to wait and see what they decide to do with you.
Sebastian doesn't seem impressed. 'That's an odd thing to hate, given how often you try to steal away my prey. If you're unwilling to play, then I'm taking the woman and the documents. I did get here first, after all.' At this point, you don't care who gets what, so long as someone does something about the burning need in-between your legs. The two men stare at each other, eyes locked as if they're preparing for battle. Your arousal is growing more pressing by the second, until you can't take it anymore.
You pull off your ruined underwear and fling it straight at them, earning you their complete attention. Both of them are staring at you now, a mixture of confusion and hunger in their eyes. The air is thick with tension, and you swallow hard, wondering if you've just made a big mistake.
It's Claude that breaks the silence. 'If you let me have the first taste of her, I'll play your stupid game.' Sebastian lets out a low chuckle before springing into action. In an instant he's behind you, hoisting you into his lap. He spreads your legs as wide as they'll go, and lifts up you chemise, revealing your soaked opening to Claude. He licks his lips, clearly desperate for a taste. Before he moves though, he looks to Sebastian for confirmation.
Sebastian moves one hand underneath your chemise, sliding it up your body until he reaches your breast. He starts toying with your nipple, which has already hardened due to your aroused state. You start to let out a series of gasps and moans, and almost miss Sebastian's words. 'Eat your fill of her, Claude. It'll be the only taste of victory you'll have tonight.' He pinches your nipple to punctuate his sentence, which earns him a particularly load moan. Claude doesn't waste anymore time, placing his glasses next to your candle before jumping onto the bed and diving face first between your legs.
Your initial reaction is to scream, the sudden burst of pleasure almost too much for you to handle. Your whole body tries to squirm away, in an attempt to get away from the intensity of his pleasuring you. Sebastian refuses to let you move away however, keeping your legs spread wide open for Claude using one whole arm and an elbow, one hand still working on your nipple. He lowers his head to your ear, whispering to you in his low baritone.
'Now, now, be a good girl and stop squirming. It's very rude to interrupt someone's meal, after all. I bet you taste divine, given how greedily he's feasting upon you. Not as good as you'll taste after I've filled you up though. His tongue shall be nothing compared to the feeling of me coating your insides with my essence. I shall have you screaming my name tonight, before I take what you should have given me in the first place. Then again, I can't say I begrudge paying for it. If this is your price for information, I shall certainly become a frequent buyer.' He nips your ear, which sends you over the edge. Your juices flow into Claude's waiting mouth, and he laps at them furiously, desperate to capture every last drop.
As you come down from your high, you expect Claude to stop his ministrations. He doesn't no such thing, instead continuing to eat you out enthusiastically, your essence coating his mouth. You feel extra sensitive, and begin to wonder if your body can take it. You try to escape the sensation again, only to be retrained again, Sebastian chuckling darkly.
'My, my, he is a hungry one, isn't he? I hope he doesn't swallow down all of nectar; I'll need some for when it's my turn. In the meantime, you just keep these legs of your nice and wide.' You let out a string of desperate moans, your whole body feeling like it's about to explode. Eventually, it does explode, in the most glorious way imaginable. Your vision goes black as you reach your second orgasm, your legs spasming uncontrollably. His pace still doesn't falter, and you begin to wonder how many times he plans on making you finish tonight.
You get the feeling he'd keep going until you fainted, but you don't get the opportunity to find out; Sebastian pushes his head away from you, and inserts two of his fingers into you. He shoves them in and out of you rapidly, making sure you're nice and stretched before he adds a third. It occurs to you that he's preparing you his turn, which you're certain he plans to take next.
Claude eyes him up enviously, clearly unhappy to have his new toy taken away. 'I wasn't finished with her! In case you haven't noticed, I'm rather desperate for some kind of relief!' He pulls down his expensive-looking trousers to reveal his erection, which is throbbing in anticipation of release. It's thicker than you'd imagined; you'd expecting Claude to be the kind of man who has length rather than girth. Sebastian doesn't seem at all phased by his erection, his fingers never halting. You feel your third orgasm brewing, and begin to believe Sebastian was being serious about you not be able to walk in the morning.
Sebastian's palm rubs against your clit, and that's enough to force you over the edge again. Your orgasm this time is almost painful, but the pleasure accompanying it is so sweet it makes you cry. The ecstasy on your face seems to give Claude an idea.
'Alright, how about a different deal? If you let me take her mouth as you take her quim, I'll let you take that document. I think that's more than fair.' Sebastian considers his proposition for a moment, before pushing you off of his lap and onto all fours. Claude seems to take this as Sebastian agreeing to the deal, and he grabs your hair, forcing your mouth around his erection.
You have to fight not to choke on him as he thrusts into your mouth, clearly desperate for release. You're so preoccupied with not chocking that you barely register the sound of trousers being pulled down behind you. Before you have time to register what's happening, Sebastian is shoving himself inside of you, his forceful entrance forcing you to take Claude even further down your throat
The two men start to work in tandem, one pushing in whilst the other pulls out. The pace is a brutal one, neither man desiring to be gentle with you. Sebastian's hands are digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Claude is tugging on your hair with such force you're surprised it isn't coming out in clumps. Sebastian moves a hand down to toy with your bundle of nerves, trying to make you climax for a forth time. You suspect it has something to do with him trying to match Claude's achievement, but you're not certain.
Claude starts talking to you, sounding almost delirious with pleasure. 'You're a filthy whore, do you know that? Willing to let two men abuse you at the same time… It's depraved, and not the way a young woman should behave. You are, without a doubt, the most delectable human being I've ever encountered. Should you desire, I could spend days between your legs, corrupting and consuming you until all you desire is sex and sin. This shall not be the last time I take you like this, and I doubt Sebastian shall be willing to leave you alone either. Your body is ours now, and we intend to use it often.' His words are ultimately what finish you off, although you suspect Sebastian's efforts are in part to blame too. Your scream of pleasure is muffed by Claude's cock, the vibrations causing him to reach his end, spilling into your throat with a groan.
Sebastian watches the two of you fall apart, before experiencing an orgasm of his own, flooding your insides just as he told you he would.
The two men seem to pump into you forever, a seemingly unending amount of fluid being injected into you from both ends. You're glad when they final finish and withdraw, because it allows you to collapse onto the bed. You feel as if you've swam the channel six times over, your whole body aching. Sebastian and Claude both tuck themselves away, before Sebastian reaches into your pillow, taking what he came for. He gazes down at you, the smirk returning to his face.
'I look forward to doing business with you again, my dear.' He says, before disappearing into the night. Claude picks up his glasses before staring down at you too, taking in the sight of you naked and exhausted on the bed.
'Not if I get here first.' He saids, before he disappears too.
You let out a huge sigh; at least you'll have no trouble sleeping now.