First - apologies for the long wait to the update - my time has been been crazy busy and RL just is... *sigh* ya.
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Three months later…
Sebastian pulled her apron strings and let them fall to her sides, pushing up her dress on her backside. He nuzzled his face into her neck and nipped at her. His hands wandered from the apron strings to under her apron, cupping her lovely breasts. His stiffening cock bucked into her almost naked butt.
"Sebastian," Mey-Rin scolded. "Please, I have work to do," she said. She looked at him and moved one of his hands, which he quickly placed on the top of his lovers pussy, sliding under her fabric covering.
She let out a huff and leaned her head back into his hard chest. "I am not going to learn how to bake a chocolate cake, will I?"
Sebastian went back to kissing her neck. "Not if I can help it."
"The young masters' birthday is tomorrow."
"Yes and I can make a cake in a few minutes, not," he said, slipping her dress up even more, "in a few hours."
"Well, good on your demon powers," she muttered. "Some of us are still just mere humans."
"I will let you know when I find one," he breathed, turning her around and moving her next to the bowl of chocolate cake batter she was in the process of stirring. "You are no mere human, Mey-Rin. That astonishing eyesight is only the beginning." He captured her lips and kissed her deeply.
He was forced - or really compelled - to tell his lover about his true nature after Claude almost eased her memories of their change in relationship status. He had planned on telling her eventually, if he had too, but Claude's intervention and her confusion, he decided it was time. Besides, they had basically also moved from a punishment/pleasure relationship to one based on just about pleasure. He was eager to maintain that new status.
The night after the Claude incident, he had put his master to bed, and found her already in his bedroom, sitting at the small table in the corner, reading the book he had started to read to her the night before, before Claude implanted thoughts into both of them while they slept.
"Mey-Rin, some tea?"
She looked up and nodded. "Why do you not pour yourself a cup?" she asked finally, accepting the delicate china cup.
He sat down and looked at her. Her brown eyes held the curious question that his own young master had asked so many years previous, yet the answer was obvious to him.
"I do not need substance to sustain myself," he answered. "I neither need drink or food, and if I do take it, it sometimes is out of politeness or boredom."
"You know that is not a good answer," she said after a moment of their silence. "No man can live without food or water."
"No, no man can," he replied. He studied the tea cup she sat down and looked back at her. "I am not a man."
"Could have fooled me," she muttered, a pointed gaze at his crotch.
"Mey-Rin, please, some decorum," he lightly scolded. He bit his tongue; they had agreed no more punishments were needed because she would continue to let her acting skills of tripping and falling into him at odd times, continue for the sake of the young master and the other servants, who would expect such incidences to occur. Only in his room would she take her glasses off and let the intelligent eyes be seen. But she had proven she rather liked the shackled to bed part of their exploits as well. His mind had shifted so quickly to taking her and punishing her for the un-lady like tone and words, he sighed and looked away. Chains and dildos still would always have a place in their bedroom play.
"Sorry," she said, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap. "So not a man. And you do not need any food or drink. And we know you like rough bedding…" she lifted a corner of her lips at him and watched as he rolled his eyes. "So, what are you, not a man?"
"I am almost afraid to say, dear," he answered, guarded. "I am not sure how you will react."
"Personally or as your bed mate?"
"Tongue," he warned, narrowing his eyes. He was still not above shoving another thick dildo in her and making her do her duties with it in; it would still be pleasurable for them both to be in that kind of pain. "Your memories were clouded by something that is like me. However, I would never do such a thing. Your memories are too fragile as a human to be messing around with them. And," he paused, his fingers longing to touch her face, "too precious."
"You keep skipping around the topic, Sebastian," she said, leaning forward and placing her hands on the small table. "Tell me."
"I am a demon."
Mey-Rin stilled and he was sure she was broken from processing the words. He twitched as he listened to her heart beat a little faster and slow back down. He knew she was a superstitious woman and telling her would perhaps press her over the edge and seal the end of any relationship they had.
"Mey-Rin?" he ventured, his eyes searching hers.
"So that was why the sex was hotter than hell," she finally muttered, her mind clicking and continuing to process the words.
"Not a time to joke, my dear," he said, leaning back a bit. "But yes, I suppose in relation to your other partners, I would be better."
Mey-Rin blushed deeply. "I'd have you know I only had two before you," she spat.
"I will not say anymore on the subject."
She opened and closed her mouth. Finally she shot him a look and got up. Whirling around she faced him, anger, jealousy, longing, and worry, all passed over her face. "How many have you had?"
"Too many lifetimes worth," he sighed. "Never once did I think I could be tamed to not inflict pain while drawing out the pleasure," he added thoughtfully. He did not expect to be back handed by the beautifully angry maid that now stood mere inches from his face. "Mmm, I see you still love the pain as much as I do."
"You… you…'
"Demon?" he said helpfully. He caught her hand as it made its way back to his face. "My darling, I only want you to know me. You have fallen for a beautiful facade that I have built, and is me, deep down, but I am also a demon, with demonic thoughts, and demonic needs. Which," he sighed as he pulled her to sit on his lap. "Brings us back to Claude, the man who pushed your memories to the recesses of your once innocent mind."
She set her lips in a hard line. "I do think 'innocent mind' is a bit far." She paused and sighed, thinking. "He is a demon as well?"
He nodded. "The worst kind."
"There are levels?" she asked, a finger trailing along his still buttoned dress shirt.
He turned his eyes to her and sighed exasperated. "You are a tease when you should be listening. One more quip and I will chain you to the bed."
"I think I do well like that," she whispered. She found herself in a dizzily moment shackled hands and feet to the bed they had made love a few hours previous. Sebastian looked at her, stalking around the bed like a hungry lion, the ridding crop smacking his open palm suggestively.
"I am faster than you can imagine," he said, trailing the crop up her leg. He lifted the dress she still had on and smiled. "I could take my pleasure swiftly and leave you beginning to get ready for me. I could cum deep inside and you be bone dry, in pain as my cock took you." He slid the tool across her slit and teased it a bit. "I could do all the work you, Finny, and Bard fail to do, but I like having you around. Even so I still do the work," he added with a wink. The crop now was on her arm. "I take care of the young master because I am bound to him in a deep way, yet I take care of you because I am just as equally bound. Of course, our bond was mainly one sided," he mused, bring the crop to her breast. He leaned down and ripped her dress apart. "I could take you and leave you in a blink of an eye," he breathed.
"Sebastian," she whispered as he kissed her now exposed chest. "Why did the other demon do this to me?"
He stilled and sat up, tracing the round cheeks and full lips. "That, as I said before, is because Claude is the worst kind of demon. He is jealous. Jealous of what I have."
"Of me?" she asked, a mix of wonder, doubt, and hopefulness.
"Partly. But mainly of the young master. He has a master as well, but he is, well, rather more like us in his sexual desires. Pain before pleasure. But the young master," Sebastian smirked.
"Please, my dear, don't talk about the young master to me like that," she pleaded. She wished her arms were not shacked so she could place a hand on his arm. She moved a bit and her ripped dress fell off her left breast, drawing his eyes back to her.
"Yes, sorry. Claude and his master. Claude wishes to have the young master and destroy my part of paradise here," he said. His hand palmed her breast and he laid the crop beside her head. Smoothing back her hair he kissed her. "You look so willing to take me when you are spread for me."
She sighed as he lowered his mouth to hers once more. He slipped her his tongue and they kissed deeper. Sebastian moved and unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off and dropping it on the floor, getting a raised eyebrow from his maid. He never dropped his clothes in a messy pile. He pulled his pants off in a single motion and climbed back on the bed, taking his usual position between her leg, stroking his hardening cock in front of her.
"Claude hates that I had a woman like you want me in such secret ways," he breathed. "He had told me that before in passing. I laughed and said I indulged your small fantasies because I only knew them to be innocent. You never acted on them… at first," he added, slipping his head into her. "The nights you moaned and pleasured yourself, my name on your lips were the first indicator you were bolder and more committed to the fantasies then I believed. And when I watched, and then joined, I knew my own desires were quickly rising." He pushed a bit deeper and placed his hands on either side of her hips, rocking gently. "And then we crossed the line. My desires clouding me and my position only making me see a desirable woman, a tainted mind, and a way to fulfill each of our needs."
"Sebastian," she gasped as he slid all the way in finally. Mey-Rin pulled at her shackles and found them soon undone around her wrists. She pushed a hand into his hair as he kissed her nipples, and she placed one on his shoulder, pushing him slightly to set a slow burning pace.
"I am glad you punished me. I have struggled with my self-impairment for years, and the desires of my body. I knew you were too good to be a man who would look at me twice, so I let myself dream, maybe then I could be happy. But they only made the longing more unbearable at times." She sighed as he kissed her lips and he gave her long, steady strokes deep inside her. "So unbearable," she muttered. Her body felt like it was exploding and she moaned in pleasure.
"What kind of butler would I be, if I did not satisfy that need?" he whispered, "This past year has been a mutual growth for us - as you have been more bold about your fantasies, I have been discovering I liked being in them. And when I took you the first time, I could dominate you on a different level then outside these walls."
"A slow torture," she muttered as she pulled his head back down to hers.
"As a demon, I am rather apt at that. I am patient and can toy with my food," he whispered, licking her ear. "It makes the meal so much more enjoyable," he added, slamming into her now.
She screamed through his muffled hand and he came deep in her as he appreciated how her vaginal muscles had grown from his last device. She gripped his cock like a vice as he sped up and deposited his cum.
Back in the kitchen, three months later, he was teasing her cherry red lips with the chocolate batter as he finished satisfying her. Mey-Rin still had taken a few days to process that he was a different species, but eagerly climbed on his cock and slated her own needs at night. He kissed his beautiful woman and nipped her lips as she sighed into him. Three months later and he was not sure how much she accepted that he was demon versus accepted that she could continue to fulfill her never dull fantasy life.