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Original post date: 08/11/2018
Grammar editing: 09/27/2018
Story Editing: 11/14/2018
Editing: 07/23/2019
Editing: 04/26/2020
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Chapter 7
When I woke up the next day, I felt fully rested. I hadn't had such a restful sleep since leaving Undertakers. That thought aside; I need to get up and get ready for the day. However, when I glanced over at the clock on Sebastian's desk, I nearly fell out of bed.
"Sebastian!" I yelled out, attempting to get out of bed. Throwing the covers off of me, I tried to stand but, my legs gave out, making me fall to the floor with a thud. I grit my teeth a moment as the soreness between my legs stung from the fall. Rubbing my now aching backside from the fall to the floor, I wondered how the hell just his fingers had caused such a feeling. While I was still on the floor, Sebastian came rushing into the room, carrying a tray in his hand.
"You should still be resting." Looking over the edge of the bed from the floor, I glared at him.
"You purposely let me sleep all day? It's already six in the evening." Sebastian looked at me with a natural look a moment before speaking.
"You have been neglecting your body's necessities. So naturally, I allowed you to rest." Sebastian set the tray he had been holding down on the bedside table as he made his way to me, extending his hand. He had added the bedside table for me a few days after coming here.
"Sebastian, Not sleeping and eating is normal for me and my body." I expected his hand allowing him to help me back onto the bed. It was then I noticed I was in a nightgown. It was pretty, to say the least. A gray knee-length sleeping gown that had three-quarter sleeves. "Thank you for taking care of me after I fell asleep."
"It is my job, after all, to take care of you," Sebastian said matter of factly. "Perhaps next time I pleasure you, I'll be exceedingly gentle. As you clearly can't even stand." The simper on his face was smug. Looking at him, I felt my eyebrow twitch at his declaration but choose to leave it alone at this point. The whole, Pick your battles thing and all. But, the commentary about taking care of me being his job was another story.
"Job?"
"You, My dear, are a witch. Demons, like myself, are very familiar with your kind." Sebastian sat down at the edge of the bed as if he just informed me the sky was blue.
"Um... Okay? I don't understand what that has to do with anything." That was out of the left field. And entirely too neat of an excuse, no he was withholding something.
"I believe you are originally from my realm, a demon, witch hybrid. Given your name and scent." I just gawked at him like he grew a second head. Okay, I guess we are just plummeting right into the topic just like that.
"Sebastian... that isn't possible."
"You were sent here; therefore, you can be sent there. But you ought not to worry, I plan on proving all of aforementioned to you. Once I do, I intend to take you as my mate." I didn't know what to say to that. I felt like my brain was short-circuiting. Did 'the' Sebastian Michaelis say he fancied me as a mate? A demon... that presumes I'm a half-demon.
"It would seem that you are inarticulate." Sebastian brought his hand to his chin in thought.
What the actual fuck. Of course, I'm speechless! It took me a few moments to be able to speak again.
"Sebastian..." I ran my hand down my face in an attempt to clear my thoughts and any facial expressions that may have formed. "Even if that were true, why on earth would you want a half breed? Plus, how on earth does a mate work here?" Sebastian seemed to be in thought but otherwise acted as if I hadn't said anything. Sebastian hadn't explained himself with anything he has done that was out of character, so why would he do so now?
"Do you trust me?" Sebastian said, invading my thoughts.
"Trust?" Did I trust him? or am I just indifferent like with everything else and just going along as normal? There is that pull to him that I have yet to dissect.
"Mafdet, I understand that I have just burdened you with this." Sebastian stood up, getting the tray he had sat down before. I just realized said tray had food on it.
"In your world, being a witch or of the descent of witches, Bloodline does not mean much." He came over with the tray sitting back down. "But here, your surname denotes royal blood and power." Setting the tray on my lap, Sebastian started feeding me.
"As a high ranking demon and essentially royal myself, you as a companion makes since." Not knowing what to say or think, I let Sebastian feed me — not bothering to question anything at this point.
"You are able to use a reaper's weapon, which likewise confirms either reaper blood or demon blood. My mark burning at your touch confirms your witch blood." Swallowing my mouth full, I asked the question that had popped into my head.
"How does that confirm my being a witch?" Sebastian put a fork full of food into my mouth after I asked. I felt like Sofia from the golden girls.
"Witches have the stigma of being minions of the devil because they can summon and control demons without the normal payment." That made some sense there are plenty of books in the new age section about summoning angels and demons etc. the most memorable to me being the book Summoning Spirits.
"Okay, so basically witches can, when done right, basically make a contract without losing their soul." I clarified after swallowing my food.
"They can do more than that, but yes."
"I get the idea that witches can be rather dangerous to demons, much like reapers." Sebastian nodded as my reply with a look of amusement. "So, by using the Death Scythe, it could translate to being half reaper. But that could also be a by-product of my near suicide, seeing as in this world that is how reapers are born." Sebastian's hand paused mid-way as he was bringing the fork to my mouth. The flashing of his eyes going deep red told me he wasn't too happy with what I had said. I put my hands up in surrender.
"Oh, um, I didn't want to die or anything. I was experimenting with chemicals out of curiosity." My nervus laugh seemed to make Sebastian question my intelligence.
"While I wish to question you further, I'll leave that for later." Sebastian continued to feed me. "I know that you are, at the very least, a half-demon by the scent you released during your climax. While it was slight, it was there." Sebastian cleared away the tray placing it back on the bedside table. "Your eyes also started to illuminate with a red hue."
"Shine?"
"Certainly," Sitting next to me now, Sebastian pulled me into his lap.
"You're taking this all rather well."
"How am I to take it?" I rested my head against his chest. Truly. How am I to take it? Do I even care? Not really, it doesn't change anything. Except maybe make me less interested in going home.
"I half expected you to become hysterical."
"I don't entirely care, I suppose. I'm indifferent."
"I'll admit that as demons, that is how we feel about most things. There isn't much that excites us." Sebastian tilted my face up to look at him by my chin.
"You and Undertaker excite me." The admission came easy. I'm not sure why I said that, but it was out there now.
"Going forward, I'll be changing that." Sebastian kissed me, gently moving a hand up my nightgown.
"When? ..." I breathed out between kisses.
"Hm"
"When did you start planning?" Sebastian smirked against my lips, moving his own to whisper into my ear. "The moment you uttered my true name." His voice made me shiver.
"When did you know?"
"My first clue was the scent of your arousal after seeing Undertaker." Sebastian kissed down my neck as his hand moved further up my leg.
"You didn't question me when you saw my wound because you already knew."
"Yes." Sebastian's hand made it to my womanhood, not wasting any time he rubbed my bundle of nerves. "Now, for the matter of who you will choose." Sebastian's touches and kisses had my breathing starting to become labored.
"Does it matter?" Slipping his fingers inside me, Sebastian's kisses trailed down my chest teasing my nipples through the fabric of my nightgown. "Seba... stian..." I moaned out, feeling that heat from before in my stomach. The hard thrust of his fingers inside my core was maddening. The sting of tears in the corners of my eyes was already there. As much as I moved my hips along with his movements, it wasn't enough, and the frustration of not yet feeling complete had me near tears. It didn't take long for Sebastian to make me climax. I laid there in his lap, panting as I calmed down. The feel of being drenched was not pleasant in the slightest.
"I would not share should you become mine. I do not believe Undertaker would share either." He has a point; whoever takes me would most likely think of me as their possession from then on.
"Then, for now, I guess I stay a virgin." Sebastian pulled his fingers free of my sticky passage so he could bring me close.
"Tempting a demon will ensure your defilement."
"Then let the game truly begin." I looked up at him with a faint smile in a challenge. The fanged smirk I received as my reply sent excitement through me that I had not felt in a long time.
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Sebastian had insisted I bathe then go back to bed. While I tried arguing, he won in the end. He wouldn't let me out of bed at all the next day, either. In fact, I wasn't allowed out of the room till Thanksgiving. When he wasn't forcing me to sleep or eat, Sebastian had his mouth and hands all over me. I didn't think I could be bent in ways that I was. It was a learning experience.
It was now the day after Thanksgiving. Ciel had let us all celebrate in the name of becoming more cultured since Thanksgiving had been a national holiday since eighteen sixty-three. Bard and I were American, so it made it authentic for him.
"I'm still tired from all the turkey." I slumped into Ciel's deck chair, closing my eyes.
"Are you always in the habit of sitting in your Master's seat?" Ciel said in a bored tone as he looked over his chessboard. He was currently playing against himself.
"It's not like you're sitting here."
"Insufferable."
"If that were true, you wouldn't put up with me." I got up and walked over to him.
"You're an important pawn." I watched him move his chess piece.
"Does it hurt?" I walked over to him, peering at the chessboard from over his shoulder. Ciel didn't seem to mind my closeness to his person so long as I didn't actually touch him.
"Does what hurt?"
"Not having him around." Ciel, after a moment, Froze dropping his chess piece from his hand just as he had picked it up, turning to face me. A look of horror on his young face.
"Ciel, there are many things that I know about what happ-"
"SHUT UP! DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD!" Ciel stood up, yelling at me. His chair being jostled back, toppling over. He was breathing hard as if the very truth of his existence plus the current situation was too much for him.
"Of course, young Master." I straightened up, stepping back from him.
"GET OUT!" I bowed and left the room. I stayed outside the door for a few moments listening to Ciel sob inside his study as he through and broke things. The sound of shattering glass was also heard as Ciel had a complete meltdown.
"Was that necessary?" Sebastian said as he materialized next to me out of nowhere.
"Perhaps not." I smiled at Sebastian and changed the subject as I moved a fraction away from the study door. "I completed my inspection of the manor and the gardens."
"Very good. Once done with the agendas, you'll be done for the day. I've already arranged all the ordering." Sebastian drew me close to him so he could kiss my nape.
"Are the others truly that bothersome?" I responded with a breathy tone. The feel of him kissing my nape always felt good.
"My dear girl, those idiots have me wanting to bury them alive."
"How did you ever get anything done before I got here?" Sebastian let me go stepping away.
"I'm simply one hell of a butler." I giggled at his answer.
"And what have you been doing with all the free time?" Sebastian put a finger to his lips and walked down the hall, ignoring my question. "Fine, don't tell me." I shrugged and followed Sebastian to the kitchen, where we worked together, in perfect sync, to make the evening meal for everyone.