Undertaker gets bored… chaos ensues!

Chapter six: The Animal

'I do not seem to understand why you had to do that, Sebastian.' Ciel complained angrily, almost pouting.

'My apologies, young Master. I just thought that, since the shinigami was such a bother to young Master, it was my duty to shoo him away from the Manor.' Sebastian feigned to apologize, though he was also exasperated.

In honest truth, he had thought that if he raped Grell that badly, the poor redhead wouldn't ever want to have sex with him again.

He had been wrong, nonetheless. Once Grell had caught a taste of what she wanted, her desire only grew more and more.

Undertaker seemed to be having awful amounts of fun on presenting her all dolled up, more even than she used to be, with cherry-red glossy, painted lips; profusely made-up eyes in red, black, grey, white, and even little sparkles; two different kinds of false eyelashes, red and black; extremely cute necklaces, and collars; elaborate and pretty hairdos piled up with little accessories that would've delighted Lizzie ( he no longer allowed her to wear her red hair all simple and loose); tiny little ears and long tails in different colours and swiftly adorned; and overall, excessively, immorally, outrageously, blatantly short petticoats, barely above her knees or worse. By that time, (a few months after living under her new master's crop) Grell seemed to have grown accustomed to walk and move with the rolling balls in her.

So it seemed, for the way she kept sneaking and hiding around Phantomhive Manor.

Ciel leaned his cheek angrily against his fisted, delicate hand. Still, a sadistic smile took over his thin lips.

'Are you honestly telling me you are unable to get rid of the shinigami, Sebastian?' he asked, slightly amused with the idea.

'Well, young master, I think that in this particular situation, we'd better simply…'

A dangerously cruel smile took shape in Sebastian's mouth, and his eyes turned a pulsing red under the dark lids.

'… Release the hounds…'

'Ouch!'

Grell pushed and kicked to get herself out of the bush she'd fallen into and started picking leaves out of her thick tail. For this time Undertaker had introduced a slight variation in her feline attire, and she wore a red, bushy fox tail instead of a cat one, with a delicate white stroke on its end, and matching perky ears on her head. He had also been overly careful with her hairdo, as he had combed her mane into a ponytail tied with a furry white scrunchy, and this ponytail into a tress that ended in an equally white and furry pompom that had been tied to it.

The slight changes that Undertaker had made to her appearance were a success. A tiny ruby glistened in each earlobe, and the beautiful jewel he had made especially for her shone right through the sheer fabric of her ruffled white shirt. Her lips were smeared in red, her eyes delicately painted, and she wore a black ribbon tied around her shirt's high collar. The cufflinks on her shirt matched her earrings, the same ruby-red colour as her childish layered knee-length skirt, the same as her high heeled strapped ballerina shoes; the ivory colour of her shirt matched her thigh-high stockings and her lace garter-belt.

She truly was gorgeous.

The demon dog thought so, indeed; that she was a beautiful fox-woman that had appeared into his territory; and though he knew he was to get rid of the foxes, he still had this love of women that was stronger than any other instinct.

She went wide-eyed when he tackled her and started licking her velvet neck, in which he could sniff the smell of blood racing, and with a strange voice she cried out his name and tried to push him away ('Pluto! Pluto, get off me!', she screamed, but Angela used to scream just the same, and then she didn't want him to go, so he just ignored her).

'Please, don't!' she cried, fighting, and her pretty white hands got all injured from trying to fight the claws he still had despite his human form, and her pure ivory clothes got soiled from earth, since he had pinned her down on the garden ground. Strands of red hair fell out of her braid, falling into her tantalizing, teary face, and the instinct of the predator awakened in him, since he was mating and so she seemed as well.

His claws ripped apart the delicate, sheer white fabric of her shirt, and exposed her chest, her creamy pale skin and her perky, rosy nipples. She yelled and tried to cover herself, but to no use, since he had her arms safely pinned to the floor, and she wriggled and struggled under his body, but that only made him want her more. Angela had tried to teach him to be delicate with human women, but this one was only half human, right? Humans don't have pointy red ears and bushy tails like foxes do. He was allowed to be rough with her –his new master, Sebastian, had told him so.

She cried as he ferociously bit down on her petite, pink nipples, and licked the white skin of her plush breast, but the cries only managed to make him more aroused, so he lifted her up and forced her to stand on all fours, like bitches do.

'No! Wait!' she yelled, trying helplessly to escape his embrace, but to no avail; Pluto was much bigger and stronger than such a tiny, fragile woman. He half lifted, half ripped her skirt, and her milky, silky bum was all exposed to his sight, crossed only by the two lace straps of the garter-belt, which followed to her thighs.

He bit on her creamy buttocks, and white skin turned red and then purple, to finally bleed in circles with the shape of his teeth, and the taste of blood inside his mouth wildered him even more. So he pushed her waist up between his strong hands and forcefully penetrated her.

She screamed, and her pleading voice inflamed him, and so he pushed in deeper, then pulled out, and impaled her again. Her legs still kicked, ruining her shoes as she nailed them to the ground, and tears rolled down a perfect face he couldn't look at anymore.

He knew she was enjoying herself. She surely must, because a sparkly, clear fluid dripped like water between her thighs, and he could smell her arousal, just like he could smell her blood. Pluto's member was huge, well fit for a demon and well fit for a beast, and Grell thought she was going to rip apart, as her blood mixed with her fluids in a pink liquid that streamed like honey down her legs and dropped onto the ground. She cried, but she had ceased to resist, delighting in her current pleasure and relishing at imagining the upcoming punishment, as Pluto's beastly member entered her again and again.

When she collapsed onto the ground, her cum drenched her skirt, and his sperm dropped slightly off her torn ass, while her entire body trembled and convulsed lightly in the last spasms of her ecstasy.