Chapter 4: Forest Play

Katherine slipped the coat on and left her temporary bedroom, walking down the very long hallway of the south wing. She paused at one of the many windows, looking across the perfectly manicured lawns, seeing Finny trimming another tree that did not need trimming, and Sebastian walking towards one of the gardens. His slight turn of his head made her smile; he knew where she was as well as she knew where he was. Their respective contracts with each other had bound them at a different level than Sebastian to Ciel.

Continuing on her walk, she figured the young master was taking his breakfast in the gardens since the smell of food was definitely not in the dining room. Although she, nor Sebastian, need to eat, she was once human and did enjoy the way the flavors seemed to still linger on her tongue, registering ever faintly the memories of when she needed to eat. Smelling the fine pastries as she came into the greenhouse, she smiled and sighed; her cooking instructions were not wasted on the demon. Poor Ciel had to endure a few days of bland, non-discript food, before Michaelis reached out, in frustrating tones, to help him "fatten this child, or I will take no pleasure in killing him." Really the Earl of Phantomhive should thank her as he popped another cherry tart into his mouth.

"Ms. McDarvin," Ciel said, gesturing for her to sit opposite of him. "Have you composed a letter to the Scottish office?"

"I have, thank you," she said. Sebastian leaned over the table and filled her cup with tea.

"Lady Grey, m'lady."

She gave a small, and almost dismissive nod towards him and remained in eye contact with the young boy she had watched grow up in the Manor while she was taking care of Vincent. She knew he did not know her, her presence was a closely held secret of his fathers, but she could not help but feel the pain he felt when he lost not only his parents and home, but his whole child-like innocents.

"Ms. McDavin?"

Katherine took a deep breath and snapped back to the present and gave him a tight smile. "I am sorry, I am sure you get this a lot," she said, setting the china cup down. "I am impressed with your resolve in the face of such a brutal act. A young man of your age is not normally so calm."

"A 'young man of my age' does not see the things I have seen," he replied in a curtly manner. So much like his father when his anger built. "Nonetheless, I am shaken by how close this came to hurting me," he added, pegging a stare at Sebastian. Katherine could almost see his right eye glow in anger under his eye patch.

"But you are well, even so the Count is not," she smoothly said, watching the bright blue eye slide back towards her. "I shall send my message at once and help anyway I can. It sounds like this is not the first attempt at your life?"

"Too many to count," he muttered, sipping his tea and holding it out for a refill. "But this vandalizing of my home has got to stop. I had hoped that Sebastian could resolve it by now."

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian replied, a deep bow of apology. "I had hoped so as well. However, if Ms. McDavin can assist in perhaps adding her own specialty of knowing how to track in the wilderness."

Katherine nodded, rolling her eyes; she was very apt in tracking - she had tracked him many times to bring him back from the same rim of hell he had saved her from so many centuries ago. "I will do my best," she simply replied.

After breakfast she sent the letter to Scotland, even so it was only for show; the Count did indeed wish to expand the Phantom Toy Company into the north, but had been struck down by the board of advertising and had been let go the day he had called for "someone" to help. The three weeks they had spent trying to turn the minds of the advertising board around had been helpful to making his spirit feel like he was making a difference. She walked slowly beside Sebastian as they left the inner walls of the manor and took to the woods.

"You are very quiet."

"It's the second time I found myself without a heart to deliver and you in my presence."

"I am the common link?" he asked amused.

"You flatter yourself," she muttered, slipping her hand into his gloved one. "No, the thing that is doing this must be the one who is hunting me down as well. We both know we have made enemies. Both because of who we are, and who we chose to be."

Michaelis nodded and tightened his own grip on her hand. "If they knew we were both in torture because of the bonds," he started.

"I would not call our mutual contracts 'torture,'" she huffed. She stopped and pulled him to a stop as well. "What is torture is that we can not spend time with one another without the other sides watching and laughing. What is torture is being looked at with suspicion when I deliver a heart with duel markings. 'Did she steal it?' 'Was it taken as a reward for being with her demon lover?' 'Is that demon's whore -'"

His lips sizzled on hers as he pushed her, splintering a tree. "I never stop wanting you."

Katherine watched as his eyes changed and the heat of their mutual longing and lust boiled to the surface. They were alone as far as humans could sense them, and she wondered, as Michaelis crushed his mouth and body into hers, if it really mattered if they were in the open, where any immortal could watch. As his hands wound tighter around hers, and his straining pants threatened to split on their own, she moaned and did not care that it sounded like the wanton whore she had been accused of being so long ago in her fathers temple. The one she promptly burned down when Michaelis coaxed her demonic side out with their first contract. She tasted the sulfur as his tongue danced with hers and the cool feeling of the air as he hiked her layered dress up towards her waist. Her hands took care of his buckle and undoing of his pants, hiking her left leg up and over his hip, feeling his length extend and harden as it entered her, sealing all the heat that radiated off them deep inside her pussy.

The tree splintered into a thousand pieces as they didn't slow down and let themselves have the pleasure that they both wished they could simply exist on. Michaelis had always preferred to dip his wings in the deepest recesses of hell when he could, and Katherine's duel nature let him have both his sin and salvation as they fucked. If last night was making love, this was out and out wrestling of pure pleasure, pain, torture, tenderness, and promising - giving and receiving. Katherine gripped his head and thrusted back with force, cracking the bolder that was now their bed. Michaelis grunted in satisfaction as the rock continued to split, their lewd act causing the birds to take flight and run away from the demon and halfling.

"Oh shit," she sighed. "Fuck, yes."

"A sailors mouth," he muttered, yanking her head back and letting his razor sharp teeth cross her neck as he shifted her to now under her, the rock cracking again as her back hit it. "A woman who knows how to fuck too."

"And you really just wanted to save me from being raped by a sadistic man who did not love me," she laughed, grabbing his ass and pushing him deeper. "Was it all to get me?"

Michaelis laughed and finished splitting the rock into two. "If it was?"

"A pure demon," she sighed as she came hard. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"

"Yes, my Queen."