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Post Date: 02/27/2019

Editing: 08/23/2019

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Chapter 18

Sighing to myself, I dreaded seeing Sebastian right now. I was on my way home to him after all the fun on the ship. I'm confident that Sebastian was told that I was there. On top of that, he now knows that Undertaker is a Grimreaper. Sighing again, the carriage jostled to a stop. The trip back to the manor was shorter than I remembered it being. It would take everything in me to remain calm through all this. Despite everything and my analytical mind more worried about the what-ifs and the experience of it all at the beginning of my stay here and even up Intell recently, well now, I'm starting to understand why humans are complicated creatures.

Just as I was about to let myself out, the door to the carriage ripped open. The Demon Id be dreading wasted no time in ripping me from the confines of the carriage. I wouldn't fight it, his ire or his hold.

It was all a blur of colors as Sebastian used his demon abilities to waste no time in getting me into the room we shared, promptly tossing me down on the bed, his demon eyes flashing brightly as he stared me down.

"Talk." He all but growled out.

"Talk about what? Prey tell." I was attempting to act innocent. The look he gave me in response had a shiver going down my back.

"Do not play games with me, Mafdet, for you shall lose most miserably." Sebastian's Fangs became prominent as he growled out his words. Was it normal to find that fanged look as a turn on? I mean, the man could kill me right now, but at least Id go out horny, right?

"Yes, I knew about Undertaker."

"Clearly," Sebastian tosses one of my 'Black Butler' Volumes on the bed. It was one that I had put a cover over since Undertaker with his scythe on the cover.

"What else did you want me to talk about, Sebastian?" I stared right at him, trying not to submit to him at all. It was proving difficult for me. It didn't help that our child was kicking me.

"Was it his blood?" Sebastian's voice grew dark and low.

"... yes..." Sebastian is clearly struggling to control his rage. I didn't dare move despite my child wanting me to. Sebastian's dark aura oozed out as he shifted into his proper form. I wanted to go to him, shower him in affection, anything to pacify him, but I knew if I did, it could turn out grave. He's fighting his rage and basic instincts right now, and despite having his child growing inside me, I'm not his mate.

"Lay back," Sebastian's thick speech snarled out at me, and I complied. He didn't wait to crawl on top of me. I expected him to place himself between my thighs since Sebastian seemed to be ruled by Lust. I had suspected that maybe it was part of the sin that made him a demon in the first place. But instead, Sebastian moved his face along my abdomen, making me gasp in astonishment. I didn't expect such a gentle touch at all. From my viewpoint, it looked like he was scenting my stomach like the way a cat rubs on its owner's legs to show affection.

I wasn't sure if this was out of possessiveness or worry over our child due to being around Undertaker so long. He should comprehend that I wouldn't let anything happen to our baby, but then again, Sebastian isn't human. He's a demon playing a role right now.

My eyes were focusing and unfocusing as the thoughts wander around in my head. The feel of Sebastian moving down my body had me hyper-focusing on him as He started to hike up my dress. This made my face heat because I know precisely what he was about to do. Maybe the gentle touch was just to through me off? This was going to get sexual as per usual.

Laying back flat altogether now so I couldn't watch him any longer, I felt him move my legs apart and get close to my femininity. His breath on me was warm, and it made me excited. I kind of hope he does touch me. It's been so long since I last felt him. I was gone for some time while he and Ciel worked on this case for the Queen. I had left well before its start.

Was it normal to want to be touched all the time? Even if I didn't really want to have sex, sometimes I just wanted Sebastian to hold on to my womanhood and cuddle, or even slide his manhood in and just leave it there.

"Is it alright that I taste you?" Sebastian growled out. I'm surprised he asked. He's never really done that before, not that he needed to. His growl sounded more animal than man, so I know his hold on his temper is vastly abbreviating.

"Yes," I pant out. I can feel Sebastian smirk against me. I'm sure he's pleased with the fact that I'm wearing 'modern' underwear plus with his sense of smell, he can for sure scent that I'm excited and see it since he is so close to me.

"I apologize for this shall be most rough indeed, when I'm done with you, you shall be thoroughly marked by me, not with my teeth but by my scent and seed." If my face could get any redder, I'm sure it would have.

The sound of the duvet rustling rang in my ears as I felt Sebastian move further forward. The wet sound of his tongue, leaving his mouth was something distracting. I thought I was prepared for what would inevitably come next, but I was sorely mistaken as I felt that wet tongue make contact with womanhood. Even over my underwear, Sebastian thoroughly soaked it, though, making me feel more drenched than I already did previously. I was trying so hard to not make a sound, pulling my hand up to cover my mouth. Despite this, muffled sounds were still triumphantly making there way into the room.

My sounds and breath stuttered as I felt a clawed finger trail over my inner thigh and caress over my core. The feel of that clawed finger as it scraped against delicate skin was something that sent shivers up my spine. Sebastian slowly moved away from me, his long serpent-like tongue still hanging from his mouth as he fully pushed my underwear out of his way, exposing my wet heat to the cool air. I Shivered at the loss of heat from Sebastian's body, moving away from me. Only mid shiver to hear the distinct crunch of claws being broken off.

Eyes wide and heart skipping at that sound, I couldn't help it when my legs tried to spread further apart. Sebastian chuckled in that deep baritone of his at my response. It didn't matter, though. I didn't care if he found it amusing. He's at fault for making me addicted to sexual contact in the first place. Perhaps if Sebastian's sin was Wrath, mine was Lust though he more represented Pride in my opinion.

Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back into the pillows, finally relenting to just make the lewd noises I knew would only please Sebastian anyways, bring my hand down to my side to grip into the covers under me for some sort of feeling of grounding as Sebastian pushed in a single finger inside curling it slightly. He was simultaneously using his thumb to rub at my bundle in slow, deliberate circles. This is all it took to put me over the edge since I had been so thoroughly keyed up beforehand.

"Done already, my sweet?" Sebastian chuckled as he added another finger, moving them in all the ways he knew I enjoyed most. Sebastian wasted no further time and moved forward again to use his tongue on me in conjunction with his fingers. The overstimulation was intense; my legs shook. My hips moved on their own accord against his fingers and mouth. It really had been too long.

Sebastian must have been irritated at my underwear because He ripped said underwear off me and went back to enjoying me. Only now can I feel his fangs prick my flesh in that intimate area. My voice was carnal, and my body was starting to sweat and shake more intensely from the heat building up in my body. Sebastian snaked one of his hands up and began to fondle my sensitive breast. The added stimulation had me cumming again. Sebastian hastily ripped his fangs and fingers from me abruptly from my tightened core and ripped my dress and accompanying underthings right off my body. The ripping fabric's sound and abruptness of it all had my vision whiting out, and for a brief moment, all other noise stopped.

"Now then," Sebastian moved away from me and smirked as he kneeled between my legs. "Pleasure yourself." I looked at him and caught sight of him, licking his digits clean.

My breath hitched at not just his order but the sight of him. Sebastian's tongue was wrapped around his fingers that were dripping with my fluids. His tongue was like a reptile. By design or simply to visually simulate me, I wasn't sure. Does he really just want to watch me? Not wanting to refuse him giving the state of things, I moved my hands down to my womanhood, using one to spread my lower lips so that Sebastian could have a better view, while I used the other to begin pleasuring myself, closing my eyes so I could imagine it was Sebastian's hand doing it. It didn't take me long to get to the finish line for the third time, and as I finished, I felt warmth being spread over my thighs.

I looked at Sebastian's panting form. I soon realized that Sebastian had been pleasuring himself with the sight of me, following me over the cliff and subsequently coating me in his cum. I watched as Sebastian moved his hand over my skin where he had placed his seed and rubbed it into my flesh. His seed, being massaged into my skin, was making me hot all over again. I could feel myself becoming slick.

Sebastian seeming to be done with his task, brought his finger to my mouth. I didn't protest at all and opened my mouth for him, slowly licking and sucking on his fingers, cleaning them off. Sebastian moved forward, kissing me, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. The taste of the two of us was in my mouth, making me embarrassed and happy at the same time. All these emotions that I wasn't accustomed to truly feeling before were overwhelming. I didn't know how to express myself adequately.

"How does it taste? Do you enjoy the taste of us together as much as I do?" Why does he have to speak? His low growling voice, the taste of us in my mouth, the feel of him against me, as close as he can get with my baby bump in the way. Instead of words as an answer, I pulled him into another kiss. He moved to my side, and I assume this is due to my ever-growing bump as I'm almost fifteen weeks along.

Sebastian nips and kisses along my neck and shoulder while rubbing his erection against me, pulling me to him and turning me away from him on my side. He continued to kiss and nip, only now he was rubbing against my womanhood. I can't help but whimper at his teasing. Sebastian puts pressure on my shoulder with his fangs as he pushes inside of me, and it is now that I know our time together truly begins.

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There was a bright light shining through my closed eyelids, too bright, why can't the sun go away. Sebastian had me to the point of passing out several times last night, and since I had come back first thing in the morning, it was basically almost twenty-four hours of Sebastian rage taking me to sate his anger with me only getting brakes long enough for him to deal with Ciel when he was called.

Opening my eyes, I blinked back the sleepy tears trying to make my eyes water. My eyes were still heavy with sleep. What day was it anyway? I came back after the Easter egg hunt, so it must be April twenty-fourth, eighteen eighty-nine, two days from being fifteen weeks along in this pregnancy. I know I was told how long demon pregnancies were by someone, but I can't remember for the life of me. All I knew was that I looked, to me anyway, more than halfway through. I'll have to ask Sebastian, but first to find him. That can wait though since I'm alone, I think it would be nice to sing to our baby this morning. The baby seems to like it when I do this.

As I sang the lullaby to our baby, I started to feel my mind fog. It was the ever-present feeling of hunger that I still wasn't use to. I still can't remember what I was told about demon pregnancies, but I do remember what Undertaker had said to me about human ones since I had him explain in great detail, even the birthing process, Just in case, our child took after me and not Sebastian. Granted, being a witch wasn't the same as being human, but our reproductive things worked the same.

Just as I finished the song I was singing to our baby, Sebastian walked in, smirking at me. He didn't say anything as he closed the door behind him and went into the washroom and started a bath for I'm guessing me. He was clearly still mad.

"Are you going to talk to me or not?"

"I'm perhaps beyond the use of words at this time, my Lady, do forgive me."

"Okay, I get it. You're mad."

"My Lady, mad, does not begin to describe the level of rage I feel."

"I'd say sorry, but we both know I don't mean it. I hid Undertakers' true self from you and even lied to protect him with the whole reaper blood thing, and I'm sure Charles mentioned running into me on the boat."

"Indeed, the annoying human did."

"You're probably not liking the fact that you had no idea and couldn't pick up on the baby at all or me." Both of us talked in our familiar voices, him the ever so good butler doing his job and me bored and somewhat monotone.

"I would like to know how you pulled that off." I could hear him moving around the washroom, forcing the various glass bottles around.

"We have a Week together to talk about it."

"Expect to be bathed in me every night of this week." I blushed as I remembered last night. The sheets and I were definitely covered in Sebastian. He had all but ordered me not to bathe until he said so. He knows I hate the feeling of being sticky, but what can I really do at the moment? I nodded, even though he couldn't see me do so. This would, in the long run, help Sebastian. Instead of a mating mark, this was just his way of still marking me as his. It was really the only thing he could do. Sebastian came out of the washroom and stared at me for a moment before coming over to me and picking me up from the bed.

"Thank you." Sebastian didn't acknowledge that I had said anything and only put me in the bath and began to wash me. The whole thing was done in silence. I didn't want to do anything to anger him further today. Usually, these times were filled with chatter and learning more about each other, even flirting and joking around. But not today, it was fast, and I was also quickly dressed after.

"The servants need new schedules, be sure to get to it at once soon as we are upstairs."

"Yes." We walked in silence to the kitchen, and as we did so, we heard a loud crashing sound of what I assumed was glass followed by an explosion making both of us sigh at the work that would have to be done today. And so the start of my week-long punishment began.