Once the shock of Sebastian's "resurrection" finally simmered down, Sebastian helped Lilliana move all her belongings back into their room. Although she didn't have much, she still wanted to make him work a bit after putting her on the spot many times during the investigation. He didn't mind it though; he knew exactly why she did it. Though, she had to carry the items that they didn't want anyone to see, like her corset and her sexy undergarments. Even though she didn't feel shame in wearing these things, she just did not want to deal with explaining why a maid would need a corset and lingerie if she wasn't seeing someone. Even if Sebastian lied on her behalf, her reputation would be questioned by the other servants and especially Ciel.
When they finally reached the room and put away all her belongings, Lilliana sighed in relief as she plopped onto their bed. "Well that was exhausting. I really hope we don't have to do anything this intensive for a while."
"I don't know what you're complaining about. You didn't need to pretend to be two people at the same time. This is the most I've had to use my demonic powers in a while," he said as he sat next to her.
"No, but if you let me be the one to play dead, I could have had a little break from all the chaos, but no, you made me the target for all the suspicion until we pinned it on Woodley. You're a cruel man, Michaelis," she teased in a feigned pity voice.
He chuckled. "There was nothing I could have done about that and you know it."
"You could have let me be killed."
"Oh? And what would you have done if I did?" he asked as he moved over so his torso could be on top of her and his arms prevented her from wiggling away.
"I would have gotten some well-deserved sleep, that's for sure. You know how exhausting having two jobs is."
"I suppose, but we were fortunate that you didn't have to report for work the entire time. If someone caught you outside even once, everything could have fallen apart."
"I'm well aware," she said with a grin, but deep down, she was reminded that in a little bit, she had to go back to Headquarters and talk to William about the spice. She was not looking forward to it and wanted to do anything to delay it.
"Do you need to leave soon?" he asked as he slowly started reaching underneath her skirt and kissed her neck.
"I suppose not. I'm always late anyways," she said with a breathy moan as she leaned in to kiss him. With every desperate kiss, he reached to find the zipper at the back of her dress and she started to unbutton his shirt.
However, he suddenly froze in place and sighed in annoyance. "The young lord is calling."
"Of course he is. He's got the most impeccable timing, doesn't he?" Lilliana said with equal annoyance.
He nodded as he pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. "It is time for him to go to bed. I'll return as soon as possible, but in the meantime, how about you change into something more . . . appropriate."
"'Appropriate', sure," she said with air quotes.
He chuckled and opened the door as he said, "If you'll excuse me." Once he left the room and closed the door, she got up from the bed and undressed. She had to admit that she felt a little pent-up during the murder party since she wasn't allowed to sleep with Sebastian for the sake of the investigation. Plus, if he continued to play Jeremy, it would be embarrassing if anyone heard the taboo sounds of a niece and uncle loving each other that way. She walked to the closet and pulled out a red corset. She wrapped it around herself and carefully tied the strings to the shaft of her Death Scythe.
"The things I do for that man," she said as she threw her Death Scythe away from her so the strings would tighten. She let out a little grunt as she could feel her waist unnaturally shrink, but she repeated the process a couple of time before she felt satisfied with it. At this moment, she had an idea and went to the nightstand and took out the bag with one piece of chocolate left. She had been eating these chocolates to feel more satisfied as they had intercourse and she wanted to get rid of these as fast as possible without making her crave sex so badly that she could not be satisfied no matter how many times she came. As she was about to eat it, she heard his footsteps approach the door, but she quickly put on her button-down shirt in case it wasn't Sebastian. As the door opened, she could see his devilish face, but it didn't seem to be happy to return.
"I have some bad news. The young lord has ordered me to protect him tonight from any possible traitorous snakes."
"Are you serious?" she said as she took off her shirt. "He knows he won't die because he has you around and even by some chance, he was on the To-Die list, I would have told him so that you two can prevent it."
"I know," he said as he approached her to tie the laces of her corset "But he wants to have the peace of mind that he won't even be afflicted with any pain if Snake still was trying to kill him again. It's hard to say we have fully gained his trust just yet."
"And this will take your time because . . . .?"
"Because some of the snakes do slither around at night and I must tell them not to. I would have you do that, but you unfortunately have another job to attend to," he said as he finished tying the laces. With a sigh, she put her shirt back on and walked to the closet to get the remaining part of her uniform. "But maybe when you return . . . ,"
"It all depends on how work goes," she said as she buttoned her pants and slid into her heels. "But I must admit that I do hope I'll have some energy left to do something fun. Just keep yourself busy until then," she said as she kissed his cheek. She grabbed her Death Scythe, put on he spectacles, and opened the window to leave the manner. All he could do was smile as he returned to the hallway in search of wandering snakes.
Lilliana was very reluctant to enter the building, but she promised to go through this and even if she backed out, she would get in trouble for not turning in the paperwork on time. With a deep breath, she entered the building as if she was entering a war zone. With every step up the stairs into the office, she could feel her stomach sinking. It amazed her just how nervous she was about this whole situation. If it were any other scenario, she may have sadistically enjoyed the torture, but not only was Katia a victim to the spice, but William, who she wouldn't mind seeing tortured, was poisoned by the spice while Eris took Lilliana's form. It messed her up on so many levels that she needed to talk it out to get any form of closure.
As she walked into the office, she saw a small amount of Reapers working the late shift scurrying around to either turn in their paperwork or prepare for their next collection. She walked to her desk, making sure not to be conspicuous, but usually, everyone is so absorbed by their own work to notice her and normally, she would be no different. She took a seat and immediately started working on the paperwork, but before she got too comfortable, she took out the bag of chocolate from her pocket and threw away the bag. She hoped that after today, no one would ever fall victim to this spice ever again. After tonight, she wanted this whole scenario to be over and never thought about ever again. She took a quick glance at Will's office and the door was closed, which was to be expected for him during overtime. She felt a bit bad for making him stay for this, but this was the only time she could come to the office.
Some time passed and she completed her report documenting the three souls she collected: Herr von Siemens, Patrick Phelps, and Karl Woodley. No one was in the office, luckily, but she could never be so sure around here. Once in a while, Ronald would work the late shift and he is infamous for spreading rumors about things he heard. She took another deep breath before she got up and walked to William's office. She knocked on the door softly and he didn't answer. She was afraid that he went home and then she'd have to track him down for their talk. She knocked again with a little more force and she could hear some movement on the other side of the door. "William, are you there?"
"Y-Yes, come in," he said in a slightly panicky voice, as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't. She opened the door and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but his hair seemed to loose its slickness a bit since it was so late and totally not the fact because he accidentally fell asleep just mere seconds ago. "You have the paperwork to turn in?"
"Yes," she said as she handed the file to him. He took it, making sure not to brush hands again so he could control himself. As he looked through them, she noticed the large teacups, one with tea and one with coffee. "Since when did you start drinking coffee?"
He looked up at her and then at the two cups and sighed. "Only recently. I needed to stay up . . . to finish up with some paperwork and tea wasn't working as well as it used to. Katia suggested it to me since in America, they prefer to drink coffee instead if they wanted a bit more energy."
"I guess it was a lot of work if it managed to exhaust a Grim Reaper," she said with a bit of an awkward laugh, but it died quickly. The room fell into silence as he continued to read the file, but it soon broke as he closed the file and put it on his desk.
"Well done. Usually you would hastily write this to get it over with, but I see you took your time with this one."
"Well, this case is a bit different from the rest," she said with a hand behind her head as she tried to avoid the elephant in the room.
"True, but I'd assume it's because you wanted to delay our conversation," he said as he pushed his glasses back.
She sighed, but took a seat in an empty chair. "Was it that obvious?"
"Yes, but to be honest with you, I'm not fond of this conversation either. When we last spoke, you left me questioning a lot of things regarding this 'Lustful Spice', most notably how to release myself from its effects."
"Well, this is not the safest place to discuss this. If you want to keep this conversation between the two of us, that door is not soundproof. Anyone, especially some well-known gossipers like Grell and Ronald, could hear us if they came in to turn in their paperwork."
"But neither of them are assigned to work tonight," he said, but she wasn't pleased with his answer.
"Still, I don't want someone spilling any details to them on accident, even if all they see is you and me alone in your office. Grell especially would be very jealous and I really don't feel like dealing with that."
"A-All right. Then where would you like to go?"
After some time, the two of them reached an inn in London. It wasn't in the best neighborhood and it was clearly a place where prostitutes frequently brought their customers. William never feared for his safety since even the most skilled human assassin would not be able to kill him, but he still didn't want to be around such low-class humans. However, he was surprised to see her looking around and even taking off her spectacles to use her demonic eyesight and check for anyone sneaking in the area and following them. When she felt safe, they entered the building and she scanned the area to confirm no one was suspicious in there. With her guard down, she casually walked up to the front desk and the man behind the counter seemed to be happy to see her and vice versa. He was surprised to see her this happy to see a human, but they conversed a while before he handed her a key and she reached in her pocket to give payment. William didn't listen too closely to their conversation, but he picked up that she hadn't been here for about two years and she says she got new lodgings with her new job. However, at one point, the man pointed at William and Lilliana embarrassedly shook her head. With a thank you, she showed him the key and they headed upstairs to the room. "I know this isn't your ideal place to hold a meeting, but this was the furthest place from everyone's assignments."
"You really don't want anyone to catch us," he said in a suspicious tone.
"I'd assume you'd be the same. I know where Reapers usually hide since I used to be watched by them for a while when I first started soul-collecting."
"I remember that. They would send Grell and I out since they felt that we were the most competent at stopping you. Still, there were some days that we couldn't find you until the very moment you had to collect a soul."
"Well, how would you feel if you were constantly under surveillance? I had to be more creative in my hiding spots and this used to be one of them," she said as they reached the door ad she put the key in the lock. "Believe it or not, I actually lived here before I accepted the job at the manor." She opened the door and let him in, but as he walked in, William's heart dropped as he got a good look at the interior: wallpaper with various types of flowers, the oak furniture, the chair that could be seen from the full-length mirror, a bed with white sheets, pillows, and blankets with a wooden headboard to contrast it, and the tiny window that was too small for him to crawl out of. It was exactly the same room that he kept meeting Eris is his dreams! "It's not much of a place, but I don't require much. She said as she sat on the bed and bounced a bit from the momentum. "Oh, it's a lot more springy than I remember."
"This," he tried to say, but was in utter shock that he couldn't say much else.
"Is something wrong?" she said as she took off her shoes.
"N-Nothing's wrong," he sad as he sat in the chair. "I just would never imagine you living in the human realm."
"It was better than living in the Shinigami Realm, that's for sure. But that's not why we're here."
"R-Right. So, how do I release this toxin inside me?"
She blushed a bit before saying candidly, "You have to fuck someone." He was surprised by her bluntness, but hoped that Eris wasn't right all along. "You remember how I explained the Wrathful Spice?"
"You said that it activates when you act upon a certain sin that correlates with the spice."
"Yes, so that means that in order for the Lustful Spice to activate, it needs to interact with a certain stimulus. However, unlike anger that can easily be provoked, lust is a bit . . . picky. It can only be activated around a certain person's attraction, whether they were aware of it or not and masturbation won't be enough since it will be a weak release."
"So that means that if a human were to consume this spice, it would be activated by any person?"
"Not necessarily ANY person, but whatever excites them. Whether it's gender, kink, or scenario, if it arouses them, it will activate and won't cease until they find satisfaction."
"Then that explains how I—," he tried to say, but was interrupted.
"Will, you're a special case. As a Grim Reaper, we aren't supposed to have any attraction since our emotions are supposed to be suppressed. We have to watch many Cinematic Records that depict sexual acts, but we aren't aroused. You especially are the very example of this; you never showed any attraction to anyone. Trust me, Ronald has told me about his experiments to find things that would excite you, but you never showed interest. It's hard for me to believe that anything would arouse you, but . . . ," she said before stopping.
William tried to explain himself. "What you saw in that tent was nothing more than past desires when we were younger. We were both curious of each other and possibly wanted to do more if we were given the chance."
"Even if that was true, she would have tried to resemble the younger version of me, but instead, that bitch had to take my current body image and use it to please you." She took off her spectacles as she continued, "William, I have to ask: how do you feel about me?"
William fell silent. He never thought the power dynamic would switch like this, where he was the one in the hot seat while she interrogated him. However, unlike her, he was not ready to admit any misgivings he did, even if he didn't understand them fully. "At the circus, she seduced me prior to that night. It may be possible that—,"
"But she still kept seducing in MY image, didn't she. If you were as stoic as you claim to be, she would have tried multiple forms to see what you fancied, however, that's very unlikely for two reasons. First, once she looked into your eyes and saw your memories, she would have seen our past and use that to sway your emotions into her favor. Second, if you completely did detach from those past emotions, I feel like you wouldn't fall into temptation, no matter how persistent she was. If you were a hopeless cause, she would have given up, no matter how hungry she was."
He was silent again, trying to fully process what she said. She was right. Eris took her image from the start, probably seeing his audition from the sidelines so he never saw her. When they first met, he completely thought it was Lilliana going undercover and somehow changed her eye color to purple, but Eris acted too differently from her that he soon concluded it wasn't her. She didn't immediately try to seduce him until the trio arrived to the circus, but that's also when he was tricked into eating the chocolates with the spice. Not only did he see Lilliana in a revealing outfit, but he also caught her having sex with Sebastian, so his lustful emotions spiked a lot more than he was willing to admit and Eris took advantage of that. "Y-You seem to have thought this out," he finally said.
"My mind has been racing about this for a while. I tried to find any reasonable explanation to figure out what happened, but I was only left with one solution. William . . . do you have feelings for me? Not just back then, but right now."
He blushed a bit, which surprised her, but ultimately gave her the answer she was looking for. "You wouldn't believe me if I said no."
"If you made a convincing case, then maybe. Still, it's hard to tell if these are romantic feelings or an infatuation. After all, the spice IS in your body. For all I know, this could just be you admitting feelings that you don't feel strongly for. I've seen it before," she said as she kept Katia in mind. William was surprised how quick she was to defend him, which he was thankful for. "If this situation was different, I'm not going to lie, I might have enjoyed watching this spice torture you and only tell you how to release the effects when I think you'll hurt someone else. Consider it a revenge for leaving me helpless all those years ago during rehabilitation. However, if this IS more than just an infatuation, I want you to know that I do not develops feelings."
"Are you sure about that?" he asked bluntly, catching her by surprise.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, since we are in a private setting with no fear of someone listening, I can admit something to you: back at the circus . . . I, um . . . You and . . . ,"
"You saw me with Sebastian, didn't you?" she asked, finishing his statement. He nodded and she sighed. "I feared that. I thought I saw you at the entrance, but I wasn't sure and I didn't want to confirm it in case I could get away with it. I was scared that if you found out, you would report me to the Association, but I don't have to worry about that anymore."
"You would expose me if I did, wouldn't you?"
She thought about it. "If it resulted in me going back to rehabilitation again, of course I would."
"And that's why I kept quiet about it. Still, from what I saw . . . you two were very intimate with each other, enough for you to possess his devil mark."
She blushed a bit. "H-How much did you watch?"
"Enough to know that this wasn't a one-time thing," he said with a bit of jealousy in his voice, but could feel the spice activate and tried so hard to control himself. "If you stay in that relationship, you're only going to get hurt. He's obviously using you."
She laughed a bit. "You really think I'm that naive? We just use each other to release tension. It makes things easier when I have to fight for Ciel's soul when the contract is fufilled. It's just sex and nothing more. Speaking of which, that's what you need to do. I paid for the room so you could have it to find someone to have sex with and bring them here. If you want, I can even pay for a prost—," Lilliana tried to say, but he lost control and pounced on her. He pinned her against the bed and kissed her, but she was terrified by his sudden action. She tried escaping, but he pinned her tightly and she couldn't break free. She even tried to kick him off of her, but he continued to kiss her, even adding tongue.
She would have bitten his tongue off if he continued, but he broke the kiss by saying, "It's good that you don't catch feelings. We can have our own fun."
"Get the fuck off me!" she yelled as she tried once again to wiggle free, but something about being in this compromising situation seemed to trigger something in her and she felt the most terror she's felt in her entire immortal life. She could feel tears filling her eyes and her heart started racing. However, when William saw what he was doing to her, he finally regained himself and quickly got off her. She immediately scurried away from him toward the headboard, breathing heavily as she did so and holding a pillow tightly as a shield and for comfort.
"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean . . . I would never . . . ," he said, utterly appalled by his actions. He sat at the edge of the bed in shame and sat with his back facing her. "You know I would never do this if it wasn't for this fucking spice." She was quiet, not knowing what to say at this point. "Eris warned me about this. . . . The reason why you saw me drinking coffee was because I kept having dreams about her and every time, she said that I should sleep with you to release this spice's effects. I hoped that you would find an alternative that wouldn't be so humiliating, but she was right this whole time and warned me that the longer the spice was in me, the stronger the urges would be."
Lilliana was finally able to calm down, but she was still a bit shaken by what just happened. "A-At least you're not an incubus," she said. William turned around to face her, confused by what she said. "It may seem random to you, but lust demons have been after my taste for years since I'm more than just a Grim Reaper to them. My brother would never let them even get close to me, fearing something like this would happen. If you were an incubus, you wouldn't have stopped."
"And this is important because . . . ?"
"Because . . . that makes me want to help you," she said as she slowly crawled to him. "You're clearly suffering because of this and based on what just happened, you won't be able to control yourself if you left this room without any relief."
"How are you going to help?" he tried to say, but seeing her on her hands and knees crawling to him was going to trigger the spice again and he quickly looked away. However, she guided his face back to hers, but he was surprised to see her have red in her eyes. "Are you angry at me for what I did?"
"What, no, why?" she asked.
"Your eyes are red."
Her eyes widened a bit, but she soon sighed. "There are three things that can trigger my demonic instincts. You're familiar with anger and being around blood, but there's one more: lust. B-Before I reported to work, I-I ate a chocolate square with the spice in it."
"You what?!"
"Look, I wanted to get rid of those chocolates so no one could fall victim to them. I ate the last piece and was planning to . . . well, I guess you know."
"So . . . that means you need to release lustful energy too," he said as turned his body to face her.
"Yes," she said softly with flushed cheeks. "And since you're having the same problem . . . perhaps it should be you . . . that does the honor."
He was surprised to see how embarrassed she was. Usually, she was the type that didn't have any problems talking about sexual acts, especially since she was raised by demons who were more than sex positive. She may still be terrified of him, but at the same time, the spice should make her more desperate to get relief, meaning she wouldn't beat around the bush like this.
"You're willingly do this, even after what I did?" he asked, but his question was answered when she kissed him. It was brief and when they parted lips, she nodded.
"This is sex and nothing more," she said as she removed her vest and helped him take off his coat. "And just for your peace of mind, I'm not Eris." He awkwardly chuckled before he kissed her again and pushed her onto the bed, gently this time. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. Never in their wildest dreams would they see each other in this position. This time, their tongues shyly collided, but soon became intense as their breathes slowly got heavier.
"Forgive me if this is not to your speed, but I do want to take my time to get the most relief," he said after he broke their kiss and started kissing down her jawline until he reached her neck. She let out a little moan, which excited him more as he started kissing her neck more and even caressing his tongue on her soft skin. Lilliana wasn't expecting him to be gentle, especially after he practically threw himself onto her moments before, but this was honestly what she preferred. Quick sex can be fun, but she would feel more pleasure whenever her partner took her time. His hands started to explore her body, but when he felt something hard and rib-like underneath her shirt, he stopped what he was doing.
"What's wrong?" she asked, but he didn't respond. Instead, he started unbuttoning her shirt, even though he really wanted to just rip it off. However, she grabbed his hands to stop him. "Wait, hold on a minute."
"Do you want to stop?" he asked in a genuinely honest tone, but also hoped that she wouldn't say yes.
"No, that's not it . . . It's just . . . ," she said, but soon began to unbutton her shirt to reveal the corset underneath.
William gulped at the sight and she looked away with red and burning cheeks . "Why are you wearing a corset to work?"
"I-I don't normally. I just . . . ," she stammered. There was something about her shyness that made her even more attractive to him. Maybe it was because she was like a completely different person than he usually encountered or maybe it reminded him of when they first took the exam together and started to like each other, but he really wanted to get to know her more when she was like this and the only way to do that was to play with her body.
"I always fantasized you in a corset," he breathily whispered into her ear as he continued to kiss her neck.
She felt his teeth graze across her skin and while it did send a shiver down her spine, she had to say, "Don't leave any marks, please. I still have to go back to the manor after this and the last thing I need is to be interrogated by Sebastian."
"O-Of course," he said, but his tone made her suspicious, as if he was planning something. Sure enough, he scooted toward the edge of the bed so his legs could dangle and pulled her over his lap, ass in the air.
"Wait, what are you—," she tried to say before she felt a hard smack on her behind, making her yelp in surprise, pain, and pleasure at all once.
"I don't want you mentioning that demon's name tonight, do you understand me?" he said in a dominant voice that honestly made her aroused. He spanked her again when he didn't get her response and this time, she let more of a moan escape her throat. "Understand?"
"Yes," she said with a moan as he smacked her ass again.
He chuckled. "It's funny. When Eris pretended to be you, she told me that you liked to be dominated. It would have been hard for me to believe until I saw you . . . ," he said before stopping himself, trying not to break his own rule for her. However, he noticed her red cheeks as she faced away from him and realized something. "Was she right?"
"I mean, she's not wrong," she sheepishly said. "It just gets me off faster. I don't know why, but it also depends on how dominant . . . MY PARTNER wants to be."
"Really?" he asked before unbuttoning her pants so he could pull them down. He figured she would be wearing matching panties and spanked her with more force and frequency. With every spank, she let out a quick moan and she could feel his cock twitch every so often through his pants. When he saw her Mark of Lust, he remembered just how sensitive that spot was on her and debated using it now, but he wanted to prove that he could please her without any help from that demon. After some time and when her cheeks were a rosy red, he started to untie the laces on her corset. She did try to get up to stop him, but once the corset was loose, she feared that if she moved her torso in any way, she would reveal her breasts. However, that was no longer an issue when he grabbed her and lightly threw her on the bed. She quickly tried to cover herself with her arms, but he soon got on top of her and grabbed her arms. However, he noticed her resistance and asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
She looked away and said, "I-I do. I assume it doesn't seem like it, but I really do. It's just . . . It's you."
"What do you mean? Am I doing something wrong?"
"No, you're fine, it's just that . . . this is a scenario that I never thought would happen. To actually go through with something as intimate as this . . . it's making my heart race more than it ever did with Seb—," she said before quickly cutting herself off. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm not myself . . . with the spice and all. I've never been this shy before."
"It's all right, I-I think I understand," he said as he kissed her. "But if you want to keep doing this, I want to make sure you're enjoying yourself as well." She nodded and let her arm muscles relax so he could pull her arms away from her body, exposing her chest. She looked away with matching red cheeks and he gave one of her breasts a squeeze. She let out a little moan, but once he started moving his thumb around her nipple, she started to moan more. "They're beautiful, you know." Her cheeks grew redder, but seeing her this shy, or even submissive, to him was still shocking. He soon started to fondle both of her breasts, occasionally paying special attention to her now erect nipples.
"Mmm, fuck," she said through breathy moans. However, she would give off more of a reaction as he started to suckle one of her nipples while pinching the other.
"It seems you're enjoying yourself now. I was scared I couldn't live up to your past experiences," he said as he twirled his tongue around.
"H-How experienced do you think I am?" she asked in between moans, but her question shocked him so much that he stopped.
"Well, I figured that being raised by demons and all . . . ,"
"Well you clearly haven't met my brother. He made sure that no demon would ever sleep with his sister, even if she wanted to. I don't know why he was so adamant about it, but I remained pure until maybe this year."
He was stunned. "You're serious?"
She nodded. "I've only had two partners in my life. One you are aware of and one that I wish to keep private." She sat up and started to unbutton his shirt. "Now I can add you onto that list." For some reason, hearing her say that really made him happy. Of course, he never liked the idea of her being intimate with a demon, but the fact that he is possibly the ONLY demon she's slept with gave him much relief. Though, he did wonder who the other person was. With this newfound happiness, he hastily suckled on her breast, even leaving little bite marks near her areola. He watched as she flung her head back, completely forgetting her own rule about leaving marks.
He grabbed her hand and guided it down to his bulge and he had her rub it, making him moan a bit. "This is what your moans and your body are doing to me," he breathily whispered in her ear, but he didn't expect her to get a bit aggressive with the rubbing. He could tell her demeanor was slowly starting to change from the shy partner to an active participant. He saw her bite her lip and keep a mischievous smirk, probably reveling in the fact she was able to dominate him, even if it was for a moment. However, he soon gained it back as he started to do the same to her through her panties. Though, he was not expecting her to react as much as she did and she didn't expect it either since she covered her mouth in embarrassment. In all honestly, he felt proud to hear her moan like that, especially since he got more of a reaction from her than he got from Eris. Even if she was playing up the reaction for his sake, it was not nearly as loud as Lilliana was.
Despite her blushing cheeks, he continues to rub her to see if he could get the same reaction out of her again. After a few muffled moans, she eventually succumbed to the pleasure and moaned freely. He noticed her turning her head and biting onto her curled pointer finger, but she still moaned loudly. It seemed like she was biting pretty hard, enough to leave teeth marks. He was scared she might actually bite it off, especially if her mind was racing with pleasure. She really must be sensitive if this is giving her a lot of pleasure already. He wondered . . .
He wasted no time in removing her panties, expecting her to stop him initially, but was that not only did she not, but seemed to plead with her eyes to play with her. He resumed teasing her with also suckling on her nipple. "Fuck, William. I'm surprised . . . how good you are . . . at this," she said in between moans.
"When you've observed as many Cinematic Records as I have, you learn a few things," he said, now inserting two fingers in her, making her arch her back and moan more.
"But learning is different from . . . practicing," she tried to say, but was surprised any words were forming coherently.
"I guess not in my case."
"Oh really?" she said as she managed to push him so he would be laying on his back and she crawled toward his bulge. "I'll show you the difference between the two." Soon, she unzipped his pants and his bulge emerged through the underwear. With some help, she managed to free it so his twitching cock would be in plain view. "It's bigger than I imagined."
"I'd assume you work with much bigger," he said, but soon shut up when he felt her hand wrap around him.
"Not exactly. He usually starts off with one smaller than this, but depending if he wants to punish me or not, he'll make it bigger. I guess that's a perk of a demon cock," she said before letting saliva drip down to coat his cock. Soon, she began to stroke him and she could see him trying to hold back moans. Maybe he's still shy about being pleasured like this or maybe . . . "Have you . . . done something like this?"
He was taken aback before asking, "Like this?"
"Being this intimate with someone? You're the person I would least expect to have any experience," she said before swirling her tongue on the tip, making him bite his lip.
"Y-You're right to assume," he said in a slightly embarrassed tone.
"So I'm your first, unless you count Eris," she said before wrapping her mouth around the tip and slowly starting to suck more. He flung his head back and fully gave in to the pleasure. He had deja vu, thinking about the time when Eris did this to him in the tent, but it was definitely different. Unlike Eris, who tried desperately to make him cum quickly, Lilliana didn't show that same desperation. Instead, she took her time to pleasure him fully, even managing to suck as much of him as she could, which impressed him. Occasionally, she'd look up at him with his cock fully in her mouth before she pulled back. However, when they had eye contract, she was quick to look away with a bit of red in her cheeks. She's still shy after all of this?
After a while, he could feel himself about to climax, but he desperately tried to hold back to keep this intense pleasure going, but it was getting more and more difficult. She was deepthroating his cock more and more and he knew that any moment, he was going to cum inside her mouth. Would that be all right with her? Surely she wouldn't find that disgusting or disrespectful, but he could never be sure about how women felt about these things. Then again, if she was under the spice's control, she wouldn't care. She's probably hoping he releases so she can have a taste. Eventually, he couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Lilliana, I'm gonna—," However, before he could finish his sentence, he released inside her mouth, surprising her a bit, but she kept her lips wrapped around the trip until he was done.
However, while cumming, he seemed to have a vision of something very unusual: he saw himself in front of an altar of a church, awaiting his bride with blonde hair and blue eyes. A man who shared her hair and eyes watched with pride as he walked her down the aisle and then gave her away to him. Later that night, they embraced each other with sweet and passionate kisses before laying on the bed to continue their night of passion as a married couple. William didn't know where this vision was coming from our even if this was even his memories or something he saw from a Cinematic Record, but the feelings from this vision were very much real.
As he regained himself, he looked at Lilliana, who just swallowed his cum. "See? Practice is more effective than just watching."
"Lily," he whispered before he flipped them over so she was laying on her back and he was on top of her. "I missed you so much."
"What are you talking—," she tried to say with a confused tone, but was cut off when she felt his tongue on her pussy and she flung her head back and arched her back suddenly. His tongue moved swiftly as if he was desperate to taste every inch of her and give her the pleasure she deserved. She moaned loudly and squirmed around him to maximize the pleasure. She had to admit that he was REALLY good at this, even if his only source of instruction was through observation. That's probably what's making this moment even more pleasurable: the unexpected. She bit onto her finger again when he started to give extra attention to her clit and held onto her thigh tightly. Although she expected to take a while to cum, she was proven wrong as she was already at the edge and he didn't show any signs of slowing down. Instead, he inserted two fingers inside her as he kept eating her out, making her bite down on her finger harder and louder moans escaped her throat. "Fuck, I-I'm—," she tried to say, but she had even less success than William in finishing her sentences and came hard.
And just like William, she too had the same vision, but this time she was the bride. She saw Bastille waking her down the aisle until they met with her black-haired and brown-eyed groom. She felt immense safety with him, as if he were her shield against any evil and on their weeding night, she felt a sense of relief that they didn't need to fulfill an obligation, even as they embraced each other on the bed.
As she regained her breath, she noticed William slowly regaining himself from a trance and look up at her with a bit of confusion in his face. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," he said as he got out of bed and tried to get dressed, but before he could even reach his shirt, she got up and quickly kissed him passionately. He was taken aback by the sudden movement, especially since she was the one who initiated it. "Don't leave me like this, please," she begged.
"But you climaxed. I thought that the spice—," he tried to say, but she kept kissing him. She even managed to fully remove his pants and sat on the bed.
"Just take me, T—William," she corrected. "Please, I'm begging you."
He blushed, but listened to her and climbed onto the bed. "I'll be honest: I-I don't think I have the skill to fully please you," he said, "The spice is no longer in control of me." However, she flipped them over so she was on top of him, which surprised him.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," she said as she positioned herself over his cock and eagerly slid it inside her. They both moaned loudly; for William, it was out of surprise by her sudden eagerness and for Lilliana, it was out of intense pleasure. She was quick to move her hips and kept moaning and flung her head back. Even though he was still a a daze, he held onto her hips and let her take over. She put her hands onto his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. He was expecting to feel uncomfortable pain, but was surprised to feel a sense of pleasure along with the pain.
"F-Fuck," he said in between moans, completely immersing himself in this intimate act between them. He watched her enjoying herself and biting her lip every so often, but he couldn't help but worry that she'll bite her lip so hard that she'll bleed. Though, he also thought that bleeding isn't really a bad thing for her since Sebastian must have sucked her blood like a vampire while they have sex. He wondered why, but assumed it was a demonic thing.
At the thought of Sebastian, he felt a jealous urge and suddenly flipped them around to the missionary position. He teased her a bit with his cock before he inserted it into her pussy. She moaned loudly again and seemed to be so lost in the pleasure that all she could think of was how good his cock felt inside of her. She clung to him and pulled him close to her chest so that their moans would be close to each of their ears. She dug her nails into his back and left red scratch marks all the way down his back. He moaned loudly into her ear, which she was surprised by at first, but was once again lost in carnal pleasure as he sped up his thrusts. William thought that she loved leaving marks during sex since she began to kiss and bite all over his neck and shoulder, which he didn't mind at this point. In fact, it was now adding to the pleasure, which he couldn't understand.
After some time, he could feel himself about to climax and hoped she was too. He didn't know how long he was going to last if it was still going to take her a while to cum. He was unsure if he would be able to continue pleasure her after he was spent. Luckily for him, she whispered in his ear, "Keep going. I'm so close." He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock as he started to thrust even faster. She bit down hard on his shoulder and put more pressure than she did before. Since Reapers don't have fangs, it would hurt more and be more difficult to break skin, but it didn't matter for him. Eventually, she moaned out his name as she came hard, putting the most pressure in her bite, but still not breaking skin. Feeling her pulsate around him, he finally couldn't hold back anymore and came inside her, filling her with every drop.
And another vision came over them, but it was far from pleasant. During their wedding night, they were arrested by a powerful religious figure. However, for Lilliana, seeing that man brought her so much fear that it practically paralyzed her. They were taken away in their wedding outfits and put into a prison carriage. After a long and terrifying ride, they were dragged into separate cells and while he was free to roam the cell, she was chained to the wall by her wrists. The last part of their vision was her screaming at the top of her lungs and him feeling an immense feeling of hopelessness.
Once they regained themselves, they caught their breaths, and didn't say a word about what they saw. After all, both of them were confused about what they just witnessed. They slowly got off the bed and collected their clothes. Once they got dressed, she examined herself in the mirror so she can straighten herself up and William did the same. He was surprised to see just how many red marks and hickeys were left on his neck and shoulders. For someone who did not want to be marked himself to not get caught, she was not afraid to do the same for him. Although he was just planning on going home once they left, he wondered how long these marks would last, especially when he put on his shirt and felt the sting from her nails on his back. He had to make sure that he wasn't bleeding before putting on his white shirt. He noticed the bite mark on his shoulder and could see her teeth marks. Is she like this usually? He wouldn't know and did not want to ask.
"I need to return to the office to fix my makeup a bit. If you want, you can stay in this room. Just remember to return the key to the front desk," she said as she put on her heels.
"R-Right," he said as he sat on the bed. She took the key out of her pocket and put it on the dresser, making sure that he saw her.
"I'm sure I don't need to say this, but this was a one-time thing and we won't discuss this."
"Of course. We answered questions we had about each other. There is no further need to bring it up."
She nodded and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts, but she also needed to go over what she had just done and what she saw in her vision. What was all that? That wasn't a memory. She had never met that man before nor does she remember the setting of where all that happened. She didn't know why Bastille was there, giving her away to her groom, especially since she was never married. At first, she felt a sense of safety but suddenly, it to turned to utter terror. If she could speak with Bastille freely, she might discuss this with him, but she can't be caught with him or else he could be killed. All she could do was just go to the office and fix her makeup and eat that final piece of chocolate with the spice.
Have the two finally gotten past the circus incident? What were the visions that they were seeing? Are all their questions answered? Reviews are appreciated!