Hey guys! I'm back. I have the flu and I'm confined to bed but I can finally function enough to write a new chapter.
This is just a little citrus, just something to get you through the story. I have to say I'm pleased with how many people have read this and I want to thank all of you.
Enjoy!
Recap: The top of her housecoat had shifted open, giving a nice view of her cleavage to him. He smirked happily, admiring her from his view on the floor. Her face was red as she realized exactly how compromising the situation was. She blushed farther when she realized her undergarments lay on the chair nearby.
Ib felt her cheeks burn as she slowly turned her eyes back to Sebastian's red ones. She could feel his taunting gaze burn into her as she attempted to get up.
Her foot slid on the damp tile floor as Sebastian yanked her back down by the hips, making her squeak. She attempted to get up again before he trapped her with his hands on her thighs. He lifted her forwards so her pelvis was hovering over his face. She looked down in confusion, trying to see what was going on.
"Sebastian, what are you d-NYA!" Her question was cut off by her own cry of pleasure as she felt his tongue probe her wet folds and skim her clit. Her breathing became laboured as he continuously repeated the action, letting his tongue slide deeper until he replaced the sinful muscle with his fingers and let his tongue continue working the bud of nerves that made her scream.
She raised a hand from the floor, putting her weight on the other, and covered her mouth, trying to hold back the sounds she was inevitably making. He suddenly pulled away from her still not letting her go.
"Don't you dare hold those beautiful sounds back, kitten. " He growled.
She shakily replaced her hand from her mouth to the floor and he rewarded her by nipping her inner thigh, making her yelp.
"Sebastian, that's not fair!" she groaned as he continued with his play. "What if someone hears us?"
"Nobody is here except for us. Besides, I don't really care at this point. Let them hear. " He purred. She tried to ignore the shaking in her legs as he continued to probe her with his fingers. At one point, he curled them, hitting her g-spot, making her voice climb an octave.
The combination of his long digits with his skilled tongue were all too much for her to handle. She clamped down hard on him, his name the only thing escaping her lips besides her inevitable pleasured moans and sighs.
Sebastian shifted the trembling girl to his arms where she practically collapsed. He lifted her so he could carry her bridal style to the bed and he gently laid her out, tucking her under the covers.
"Feel better?" he asked her. She nodded sleepily. He pecked her lips. "Good. "
Sebastian disappeared back into the bathroom and came back out holding a comb and brush. He sat by her headboard and gently moved her head from the pillow to his lap where he proceeded to carefully detangle her hair. He knew full well that she would not be able to stay awake and he needed her to rest as much as she could while in her injured state.
When her long silky brown hair was tangle free, he proceeded to just absentmindedly run the comb through until her hair was completely dry. He then switched over to the brush and watched her eyelids droop slowly. He felt a little pleased with himself at the satisfied glow that she practically radiated. If she woke up, he could easily put her back to sleep with a massage. Or sex. Or both.
He rested her head back on the pillow and silently exited. He slipped off to their library, he had been conducting research of his own. He had always been curious about her powers. Something that he felt he should be remembering.
Sebastian felt like he was on the brink of a discovery. He just needed to find the right piece of the puzzle to make the picture clear enough that he could see the rest without the remaining pieces.
He wandered the clean rows of books, wondering where exactly he should start.
Sebastian almost facepalmed when a sudden idea struck him out of the blue. He disappeared off to the darkest, least visited part of the library. the part containing fokelore and family stories that had been passed down through generations and written off as hoodlum of the past.
Scanning carefully, he searched for anything that leaped out at him. He paused at a midnight blue book with silver binding. He reached for it, the moment his slim fingers made contact, he drew back. It was cold as ice, despite being in a heard room. The other books were warm, singling the book out farther.
Crimson eyes blazing, he grasped the novel greedily, hoping that his long search was at last over. He wrapped his fingers around the old cover, slowly lifting it...
He hid the book when he heard the slight sound of feet, gently making contact with the wood floors outside.
She didn't stay asleep for long, did she?
Sebastian went back to the centre of the room and lounged in a chair with another book in hand, one he had grabbed at random, and opened it, trying to look busy as he heard Ib slowly open the door, just enough to let herself in.
He gave her a bemused look as he watched her sleepily rub her eye with a yawn. It was at these times that he could picture her as the same scared child she had been all those years ago, coming to him at night because of another nightmare.
The only thing missing was the teddy bear dangling loosely from her hand. Giver that instead of her breasts and height and she could almost be the same person.
He opened his arms towards her and had to hold back his gloating expression when she practically threw herself into him. Nuzzling into his neck, she curled up on his lap.
He rolled his eyes. She could be a child if he didn't know better. He lifted her and took her back to bed. When he tried to detach himself from her, he tried to break her iron grip.
He sighed.
"Ib. Please let go. "
"Hmm." she hummed. "No. "
He gave her a look before sighing once more. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Stay with me. " She pleaded, looking up at him sleepily before nuzzling back into his chest. He lolled his head back before complying.
He let himself recline in the bed with her still curled on his chest and he continued to read until the master came home.
When Ib was well enough, they returned to the manor. They continued their lives without incident, letting everything return to normal ( or as close as they could get).
Sebastian never had time to read the book he found, Ib and Ciel seemed to making a point of occupying all of his time.
He didn't mind though.
Sebastian made extra sure that Ib was caught up in her studies so he wasn't surprised when she spent a lot of time in the library, engrossed in books. Ciel continued with his schooling and managing the business as Ib was still considered to be on recovery.
Ib wandered about the library, pretending to be catching up so she could secretly do some research of her own. She normally wouldn't try to hide what she was looking into but, she didn't want to seem like she didn't know anything about herself.
She knew there was an exact copy of every book in the library at both the townhouse and the manor. Ib frowned as she wandered back to a dark corner and found the same navy book Sebastian did.
Scooping it up, she dusted it off and began reading, turning the old, yellowed pages as she went.
The Phantomhives
That was it's title.
The Phantomhives are a legendary family, loyal to the queen, ruling and managing the underworld for the longest of times. Known and revered for their power, they are truly an extraordinary family.
Ib skipped past the financial blabber to a more interesting section that caught her eye.
The Phantomhives are less known for another remarkable trait.
Every 5 generations...
Ib let the book hit the floor with a small thump at the same time as an equally stunned Sebastian who had finally found the time to read in another room.
"Oh my. " Sebastian mumbled, both of them realizing that they stumbled across something life changing.
There we go, new chapter up and finished. Sorry for any errors, again, I'm writing this on my hateful iPod.
That's all I got.
Ta for now!