Mey-Rin melted into his arms and the passionate kiss. Her face was not covered in tears, and Sebastian was relived, but there was the barest of tear stain tracks on the round cheeks. He brushed them and kissed her again.
"That man is insufferable!" she huffed, turning back toward the half-cleaned fireplace. He eyed it and wondered why it was so dirty; it was mid-June. "Bard just doesn't know the limits! I slapped him for good measure."
Sebastian smiled. "I know. I am proud of that."
She smiled and eyed him. "I learned how to give a little torture from this strikingly handsome demon man."
"Oh?"
"Want me to show you?"
"Oh, gods," he breathed as he collected her into his arms. He backed her into the bed and she sat down on the high mattress. "Please, my love."
Mey-Rin undid his pants quickly and efficiently, and with all the needs of a newly married woman, she deeply took his cock into her mouth. She traced his name on his cock and he came, holding her head as he bucked and fed the precious cum. Her eyes shone as she pulled back and smiled, licking her lips and plunged back down his cock, doing it again. Again he came. He looked down as she closed her eyes, milking his cock. He lost his form, just as he had the last time they were in the young masters chambers and she had taken his cock in her mouth, repaying him for the delight he had given her the first night of their new relationship. He howled, slamming into her.
Sebastian pulled back and smiled down at his smiling maid. His lover was stroking his wet cock and had her other hand beneath her skirts, drawing her own pleasure out. He smelled her desire. He smelled her need. He smelled his young master's lingering scent as he bent down and kissed his wife.
"Fuck," he breathed and stood up and backed out of her grip. She smiled wickedly. "You know how much the young master loves me - and in just as unattainable ways as Baldroy desires you."
"And so Bard is going to learn to deal with me and you being married." She smiled and stood up, smoothing her dress and looking back at him. "Actually I had wanted to do some light flogging again, but this was easier to do and we didn't have to move to our room."
Sebastian picked up his lover and flashed them up to their room. He smoothly placed her on the bed and opened the suitcase, taking out their newest toy they had tried only a few days before to the delight of both. He snapped it on the floor and they met each others eyes as the sound reverberated off the wooden walls.
Mey-Rin stood and undid her apron, undoing her uniform and letting it pool around her as she stepped out of it. She took the flogger and brushed it up his chest.
"Take off your clothes, or I will rip them off."
Sebastian was naked in a second and felt the leather tentacles of the tool drag over his legs and cock. He almost came as she flicked them over his hardened member.
"Bed."
He followed his mistress' commands, knowing that his desire was to make her happy in anything they did. Even if she was pregnant, they would delight in the fleshly desires and fuck all night. He sighed as the flogger came down hard on his chest.
"I should have asked you to wipe Bards' memories," she whispered, watching his chest rise and fall, his blood blossom under his flesh, the small welts forming. "Surely you could do that."
"For you, mistress, I would do my best."
"Ah, yes, well perhaps I shall still ask. And how about the young master? Is he still pining for your tender touch to come?"
Sebastian licked his lips as the flogger hit his thighs. He never saw his young master, a child, in a way that was inappropriate. He understood how Ciel could have formed the feelings for him - the demon he had formed a contract with and protected him until the very end. Even past the time Ciel's revenge was finalized. But he would never indulge these feelings - not like he had finally done for Mey-Rin. Her feelings were built on lust, fantasy, desire. Things he fed off of even as he starved for a soul. Things he craved in a body, and a soul. He had both - in separate bodies. Ciel was a child who worshiped him for what he did; Mey-Rin was a lady who worshiped him for what he could do - to her.
"He is, my mistress, but his affections also grow stronger toward Lady Elizabeth."
"Ah, yes, forgot about her," Mey-Rin said, lightly slapping her hands with the tool. "They will be married next spring, after his sixteenth birthday, yes?"
He wasn't quick enough with the answer - well, actually, he didn't want to be. The tentacles hit his chest and shoulders. He looked at her corseted breasts and licked his lips. He had indeed taught her well as she laid a hand on his cock and raised the flogger, cracking down on his other shoulder. He would have no bruises once she was done. She had refused his blood after their session and he could see the dark black and blue spots still on the tops of her breasts and thighs.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes, mistress. They will be married next year." He sighed and felt the hand of his lover stroke his hot cock. "Please…"
He closed his eyes and begged. Oh god, he begged even as her hotter sex, dripping and open, sank his cock into her. He begged as he bucked, begged as he felt her collapse on his chest, begged as he felt her body give back in and climax.
He begged as if it was a prayer.
"Please let me give you our child."