Ciel Phantomhive left the place the same day.
Alois had sent for me to attend his departure on the steps of the manor, less out of politeness than to gauge his reaction to me. I then stood somewhat in the background, almost behind him and watched his young guest.
He was really an insolent beauty for his young age. Proud and dignified in his elegant blue suit, wearing a ribboned top hat, Ciel bade farewell to Alois. He thanked him for his hospitality and promised to give him the courtesy soon, but in his eyes there was no warmth, only mistrust.
As he was about to turn his heels, Alois grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, so suddenly that I almost hit Ciel hard. But the latter did not even blink.
My face flushed a little to find me face to face with the boy after the events of the day before. I bowed, muttering awkwardly a few wishes for a good journey, when he seized my hand and raised it to his lips, laying a delicate kiss on it.
"Thank you, Lilia." He told me intently, offering me the sweetest smile.
There, I saw the warmth in his eyes. Complicity too. Whatever be the nature of the feelings that were born in me towards him, it is their reflection that I saw in his eyes.
Ciel was a brief and tender respite in this troubled period of my life. The calm before the storm. It is only with hindsight that we realize how much more intense we would have had to live these fleeting moments that life offers us.
Alois, on the other hand, did not appreciate Ciel's audacity. His young guest had indeed analyzed the twisted personality of his host and was undaunted. It forced admiration and it was what was reflected in the eyes of the two butlers, Claude and Sebastien, while Ciel was getting into his car.
When my master was upset it was like a storm was falling on the whole mansion. Everywhere we could hear his cries and the crash of objects he broke. If you were not in the odor of sanctity, it was better not to cross his eyes. I made myself very small, avoiding as much as possible to take care of the rooms too close to him. That's how I managed until the evening without trouble, but not without fatigue.
I collapsed on my bed without even taking off my clothes. What forces had allowed me to work again that day? Wherever they came from, they left me just as my body touched the mattress; I fell asleep immediately.
Something tickled my face. Then the arm. Finally the leg. I opened my eyes but I did not see anything, the room was plunged into darkness.
I tried to regain my senses, not knowing where or when I was. When it finally came back to me, I realized that I had not moved, I was still lying on my stomach, legs extended almost beyond the edge of the bed. This is where I finally sensed a presence in the room.
"Claude ..." I said in a whisper, more for myself than to name him. It could only be him, or the devil came to claim his due.
"Yes." He said simply.
"Are you my reward or my punishment?" I asked in a low voice.
"Both."
So saying, Claude slammed a hand on my neck and squeezed, pushing my face a little into the mattress, and brought his face to my ear.
"It's rude and disgusting what you do with your bodies ..." he whispered, "... that's what I thought at first ..."
His other hand grabbed the bottom of my dress and began to gently pull it up my legs. My body refused to move, petrified by the fear that crept into me.
"Then I saw you change, love what we did to you ... and hate yourself for that ..."
I felt my legs be fully exposed and the petticoat was passed over my buttocks.
"It's a stunning sight to see you sink a little deeper into what you abhor ... debauchery ..."
His words were nothing but hot breaths on my face, almost burning, as if the flames of hell were brewing in him. His hand rested on my buttocks, I felt his long fingers tighten my flesh, palpate, while I shivered.
"I'm here because the master wants me to make you scream, Lilia, whatever the cause, but I must admit that I became curious about you ..."
His fingers inserted under my panties, one side tore without resistance.
"What's in you that makes them all so ... primal?" They look like animals, unable to control their weak instincts ..."
The other side jumped in turn and the fabric slipped on my skin. At the cool breeze I felt between my legs, I realized that my sex was in turn exposed.
I tried to tighten my legs but all I could do was breathing, somehow with my face almost buried in the blankets. My mouth could not form the words that I would have liked to say, my whole body was numb, forcibly dispossessed, and in my head the frenzied knocks of my heart made a deafening noise.
"... Is it your smell? The warmth of your skin? Ha! It's so superficial! They can not see the best part of you ..."
I tried to understand the meaning of his words, his actions too. Although the master asked him, his interpretation seemed far too personal. It was unlike him to revel in the execution of his tasks.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the shape of his face approaching mine. I noticed then only the absence of reflection before his eyes; he had taken off his glasses and his wrinkled eyes shone strangely in the darkness. He was looking at me, scanning my face for something I did not know yet.
When I felt his body fall on mine, inserting his legs between mine, and dawn his cock up between my thighs, close to my opening, I realized that he observed my reaction at that time.
He penetrated me. Without gentleness, without manners, he thrust all his long sex into me. The jerk was harsh, and snatched a hoarse cry of painful surprise.
"Mm ..." he said, almost questioningly, before starting again; withdrawing and then penetrating me in a sharp blow.
I screamed again, dazed and bruised, gasping.
He resumed and his movements became more flexible as he seemed to slip more easily into me, his body was heavier and I felt the flesh warm between my legs.
Soon the warmth spread insidiously inside my belly contracted with each coming and going. Without my realizing it, my body, this traitor, took pleasure in his assaults, expressed a desire that I did not want to confess to myself.
My screams had become moans of pleasure and on me, Claude seemed to lose his cool too; his hand on my neck was loosening and descending on my back as his breaths became loud.
I realized that my arms were beginning to obey me and that my toes were responding. As he retired a few seconds, I tried to throw myself forward to escape his grip, but my legs were still weak and I only managed to drag myself miserably on the bed with the force of my arms.
"Where do you think you're going like this, Lilia?" I heard sarcasm in his voice; I could almost see him smiling cruelly.
Claude turned me on the back as if my body weighed nothing. He was a dark spot in the darkness of the room; even its outlines were indistinct.
Only his eyes appeared almost incandescent, of an inhuman orange yellow, but at that moment I could not distinguish the dream from the reality, nor the evil from the good. My brain, frozen by the amazement of what was happening, did not even realize the strangeness of Claude's appearance.
The shadow fell on me and I felt his hand grasp the collar of my dress and tear it like paper to the skirt. I found myself completely naked, hidden by the darkness of the night and yet I felt horribly exposed to those eyes that devoured me.
His hand grabbed my neck and I snagged on it so as not to suffocate. He lifted me from the bed and slammed me on the mattress again, tearing me out of my tight throat.
"Yes, like that ... You have to scream, Lilia."
He fell upon me, inserting his pelvis between my legs he forcefully removed, and entered me again. Once again my guts became animated, warmed to the movements of his sex swollen in me.
The motionless air soon filled with the snapping of his body against mine, breaking the heavy silence, then groans that my throat kept issuing, which became grotesque abortions that only an animal could express.
The solid shadow filled me always stronger, plowing me savagely, touching unknown parts of the depths of my being that awoke in me new sensations, devastating.
I glimpsed at last, the paroxysm, the culmination of the pleasure that I had barely touched so far. The air I inhaled had become so hot, my dry, stinging throat screaming to flay it while his body seemed ever more crushing and thick.
His hand clenched my jaw while the other went on my back, clutching my waist, grabbing my buttocks like claws. His hoarse breaths had become jerky, irregular.
"What ... this feeling ... what is it?"He gasped in a hoarse voice with effort.
The rhythm of his thrusts became frantic, relentless. From his mouth came out grave and indistinct sounds, breaths, words that his visibly disturbed mind could not hold back.
"... that's it ... no ... it's ... impossible ..."
"Claude ..." I plaintively emitted between moans.
Claude? Among all the words I could have said to implore his clemency, to ask that he stop humbling me in this way, I said his name as a supplication. Not for him to stop, no. The whore that I am was encouraging him! Lasciviously, I invited him to fuck me to the end.
"You ... you're mine ..." He hissed between his clenched teeth, his voice as deep as hell.
He clung to me, hugged me tightly and, in a new assault, I felt my whole body tighten from inside.
All my limbs contracted and my legs wrapped around him like seizures of self-will. In my belly, the thing that had swelled little by little broke out and spread there a syrupy fever to the shrill sound of my uncontrollable wails.
That night was the beginning of something and the end of another.
When I awoke in the early morning, my skin was cold as marble and my limbs numb, as if I had slept outside.
I had vague memories of a strange dream and a taste of coal in my mouth. It was while getting up and noting the state of my ragged clothes on the bed that I noticed a dark stain on the blanket.
Then I felt it, beyond the dull pain that pulled my crotch, a viscous black liquid papered the inside of my thighs.
Claude. Reality suddenly hit me; from his eyes to his attitude, from his unhealthy ascendancy on Alois to his filthy seed still flowing from me, nothing of it was of this world. He was not human.
But I was still a thousand miles away from knowing what he was.
Stunned by what I had just understood, I will forget all the rest, all the vague memories of the so-called dream that I thought I had made. Only the sensation of having done something foolish irritated my mind without my being able to grasp the cause.
That night, I had yielded the best part of myself to the Devil.
