It's a breath that woke me up.
Not mine, I'm sure, rather a whisper in my head, like a heady background noise that only stopped when I opened my eyes.
The young Ciel slept soundly, his childish face turned towards me.
The blindfold that had hidden his eye was detached and I could see, in the faint light of day that rose under the heavy curtains, his eyelid, perfectly intact, whose long eyelashes flickered at the whim of his long inspirations.
The breath resumed. This time I distinctly heard my name.
I slipped out of bed, taking care not to wake him by too abrupt movements, and walked to the door, attaching the silk robe hanging over my shoulders. Hardly I opened it that I saw Claude in the crack, or rather his silhouette in the backlight of the corridor, high and slender.
I shuddered at the idea that he was at the origin of the voice in my head, but his presence in front of the door could not help make me think otherwise, as inconceivable as that could be.
I snuck out of the room despite the limited space allocated by Claude in front of the door. In closing it, I found myself almost against him. When he leaned a little towards me, I found myself pressed against it while trying to back away.
I held my breath for the long seconds he spent staring at me with a sounding gaze. Then, without a word of explanation, he straightened up, adjusted his glasses on his nose with a stern air, and stretched an arm toward the corridor.
"The master is waiting for you." He said coldly.
I thought back to Ciel's words from his butler. I could not disagree with him more than at that moment; Claude really had no attraction to me. On the other hand, I could not understand why Claude interested them almost as much as my master.
Alois clearly held a position of power within the kingdom given its wealth. I had heard of his father, Count Trancy, as being close to the crown, nicknamed "the spider" for some reason. Then Alois took his succession and thus represented a certain interest for the other nobles.
But, Claude? I never doubted that he hides many mysteries behind his yellow eyes, something dark, even unnatural, but from there to be of interest to Ciel Phantomhive?
Claude took me to the master's room and made me enter without further formalities before planting himself in front of the door, straight and formal as usual.
"Lili!" exclaimed Alois happily from his bed, raising his arms. "Were you with Ciel?"
"Yes master." I replied, tilting my head slightly.
"You spent the night with him then!" he gloated, jumping on his knees above the sheets.
His clear blue eyes shone with satisfaction. A gleam of mischief crossed them when in a smirk he asked me:
"Did you do it?"
My heart missed a beat; I felt it stumble in my chest. It had not escaped me that it was Alois's intention to serve me on a platter to deflower the young Count, and I began to fear his reaction when he would learn that it had not happened as he had planned.
"I ... No, my master." I admitted finally, eyes glued to the ground and fists clenched against my thighs. "I'm sorry…"
"What?!" he exclaimed, suddenly stormy, standing up on his bed. "Did you hear that Claude, if she did not obey she must be punished, don't you think?"
His voice echoed firmly in the room. I imagined that Claude approved this kind of behavior from my master. He had to even encourage it. To believe that seeing Alois degraded served his own purposes.
"Please forgive me Master! But he ... we did ... other things ..." I confused then in excuses, even more bent than before, hoping that my words would soothe his frustration.
There was silence for a few moments, during which I heard the bed creak before my young count came down and approached me. I remained frozen, eyes closed, praying that the pain would not be as strong as his disappointment.
He raised a hand to my face, grabbed my chin in his slender fingers and lifted it, planting his eyes in mine. He was smiling. One of those smiles which, without his beautiful blonde streaks in battle and his youthful features would be befitting the vilest of beings without detonating. I did not feel more reassured.
"Other things, Lili? Mm ... Like what?" he inquired, suddenly honeyed.
"Count Phantomhive has asked me to undress him, my master." I answered in haste.
Alois laughed. A loud and clear laugh, like a child to whom you have just made a wonderful gift.
"Come on my sweet Lili, come and tell me everything!" he said, taking my hand. He led me to his bed where he sat wriggling.
I knelt down in front of him on the floor. In doing so, the events of the day echoed in me; we were standing the same way as Ciel and I did, and it stirred up a breeze in my belly. But unlike Ciel, Alois showed no signs of embarrassment at seeing me so servile at his feet.
He held my hands, resting on his legs half covered by the bottom of his nightgown.
"What did you do first?" he asked, patting his fingers on the backs of my hands.
"I ... stripped his feet." I answered shyly.
"Was he afraid?" said Alois.
"Yes, at first ..."
"Ah!" Alois smiled, triumphantly. "I knew it, Ciel is too sensitive! Did he touch you then?"
"Yes ... He touched ... my hair ..." I said, hesitant and ashamed to reveal the gestures of Ciel. I hoped not to show the affection that was born in me for the boy.
"Like that?"
Alois dropped my hands and inserted his fingers into my hair. I froze with surprise. He was not hesitant, but his touch was no less soft.
His fingers caressed my head, delicately, on the sides and then down on my neck, triggering a shuddering wave all over my upper body. I could not help but close my eyes, my body stiffened by such caresses.
"And after?" He whispered.
"He ... touched my neck." My breathing became shorter, my words became mere sighs.
Alois ran his fingers from my neck to my shoulders, gently sliding his hands under the fabric of my robe.
"Did you like it, Lili?"
"Yes, master." I replied in an uncontrolled lascivious breath.
"What did you do to thank Ciel?" he continued, guiding his hands to my breasts, which he gently kneaded.
I kissed his knees. That's not the answer I gave, but that's what I did to Alois.
The same passion that had seized me the day before invaded me under his touch. He was far more enterprising than Ciel, my body was a lot more familiar to him too, and the frustration of being remained on my hunger made me less timid myself. I was already bubbling and felt my crotch moistening as I tightened my thighs, trying in vain to relieve some of the exquisite tension that raged in my lower abdomen.
Alois chuckled happily as my lips brushed down on his lap and my hands slowly caressed his fine calves, enjoying his delicate skin texture.
Spreading his legs, he gently grasped my neck and directed my kisses inside his knees, then higher on his thighs. The edge of his nightgown grazed my forehead and went up on his legs as I progressed. I could see soon under the fabric his erected sex, smooth and pinkish.
"Did he finish naked?" he began to whisper, retaining my face on his thighs.
"He only had his pants left, master." I whispered back.
"How did it end, Lili, did Ciel enjoy?" He whispered, leaning over my face. I felt his erect penis pressed against my head.
"Ciel laid me down, master He caressed me, his hand came down gently on my breasts, then on my belly, he was so shy and embarrassed, master ... I guided his hand to my pussy ..."
Alois began to wiggle; the pressure of his hands on the back of my neck was gradually increasing while I continued to caress his legs without stopping whispering my story.
"... his cock was hard against my thigh, I could feel it under his pants ..."
"Mm ... yes ..." he moaned, pulling my head against his belly.
"I slipped his fingers inside me, it was so wet ... and then he screamed, he pressed me desperately hard against him as he came ..."
At these words, Alois stifled a sonorous whine. He frantically raised his nightgown and slammed my face on his cock, inserting it into my mouth.
I could not hold back a gasp of surprise, it was so sudden. He leaned on my head and I struggled to hold a retching, my hands clinging to his clothes, not knowing how to push him away or encourage him. His cock was so swollen and stiff that he hammered my throat with every movement of his pelvis.
Tears came to my eyes and I was struggling to breathe under his short, quick assaults in my mouth. But almost immediately, after a few sudden back and forth, his back arched and his hands grabbed the sheet behind him, so tight that his knuckles turned white.
An almost scratchy and panting cry was formed in my master's mouth, while in mine, a warm, thick, bitter liquid squirted out.
My master gasped, wheezing and short, when he raised my stained face, which he inspected with an air of ostensible satisfaction. He smirked at my closed mouth.
"Swallow." he commanded.
Seeing me swallow, his smile grew. He took my face in his hands and pulled it toward him.
"You've done well, Lili… my sweet Lili." He murmured cajolously as he ran a hand over my hair. "You shall be rewarded ..."
I was lost. Soiled, distressed, excited. Terribly excited.
I was only a doll between his fingers; he could have made me what he wanted, rewarded me, punished me, I would have taken everything to reach the climax of this pleasure that was once again beyond my reach.
Alois approached his face and put his thin lips on mine. They were so soft. He opened them and pushed his way into my mouth with his tongue, licking mine, perhaps tasting his own seed whose light salty flavor persisted on it.
Then he ceased and smiled proudly as he let go of me, throwing himself back and laughing. Bouncing on the mattress, he sighed with satisfaction.
"Claude, I need a bath, I want to be ready when Ciel gets up." He exclaimed loudly.
Claude. I remained petrified in my position, kneeling in front of the bed, feeling a cold sweat creep into my skull.
I no longer remembered he was there. He had never witnessed such acts, so daring on my part. Raw words, tender gestures, given and received so willingly this time.
I saw him approach the corner of my lowered gaze. Alois jumped into his arms and when he started to move away, I dared look at him.
He stared at me and, for the first time, I saw a lustful glow shine in his golden eyes.
