Prompt Word(s) used: Tribute/Devotion, June 15
Genre: Erotica/Romance
AU Suggestion: Master/Servant

Inspired by: BunnyWK's CielKag piece, the link is here: bunny-wk-fanfic .tumblr .com post/163455042859/if-youre-up-for-it-how-about-your-take-on
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Note: Take place in an alternative future from the Victorian era, AU for Kagome. Both characters are older and well into their adulthood.

Note 2: This is a response to a guest review, I'm not certain how anyone would have impressions that any piece I've made is even connected to any other piece, unless otherwise stated. To make this clearer, this CielKag piece had no relation to any piece I've made prior. If I made a sequel or a connected piece, I'd say so. Apologies for my tone, but I'm not pleased at getting this kind of review and having it to be an anon that I had no way to contact you. You may now carry on to your reading.

Warning, this is similar in style to the previous piece (Discord's VinKagRach), so there will be a smut—but it is not very graphic. This is done in an attempt to respect the rules and to keep it classy. I found I loved this style for writing intimacies, so I will likely continue using it. Hope you'll enjoy!

It had been six years, and her end is approaching. Kagome knew it was. Her search for answers and vengeance to fill are nearing to the close. In a way, she couldn't be any happier. The cult of Kumo will fall—with her, if she must.

"Ciel," she breathed, stilling an incoming flinch when she felt his chin dancing across her shoulder—his skin was so cold, "it's almost time…" She clenched her eyes shut and felt his brand to burn from her breast, at his quiet chuckles. With their skin-close proximity, she could only hear him amidst the ocean of voices in the bristling party. Everything else was muted to her ears.

"That it is, milady." He curled in her hands and pressed heavier against her slim back, "Care for one more dance then?" Ciel nosed deeper in her decorated hair.

Pointedly keeping her eyes away from the monster she'd summoned so long ago she gave a stiff nod, "If that is what you like."

"I'd like that very much, milady." Ciel's smile was wicked at Kagome's sudden cry when he spun her around to face him, the silk of her dress flared from her back, "So very much."

The world blurred between colors and silks and quietened the blaring music, Kagome saw only the red-tinged eyes of her monster, when she shambled to keep up with his steps. With smooth manipulations, Ciel kept her from humiliating herself and made her a graceful dancer in his arms. It didn't end.

It felt like an eternity.

The eternity ended with a gunshot.

At the desperation of keeping himself alive, the inhuman bastard shambled away from her monster, laughing madly that the last Watchdog of the new Queen's had fallen. A stray mutt who was never meant to be a Watchdog, who foolishly accepted the then-empty cursed position from the Royal Family. Dropping to her knees her hands went to a hole in her chest Kagome could feel nothing. She dimly remembered watching Ciel's pale face transforming into that of pure rage. A sight that should've scared her, but didn't—she was too drowsy to care.

It wasn't a look she'd seen before on him.

Was the floor always this red?

Blackness encroached around her graying vision and she saw his brilliantly red eyes, "Ci…el?" She traced on her red color across his face, "Is…it done? Ful…filled?"

Ciel pulled her slackening hand into his black-gloved grip, "Yes, milady. It is done."

There was no pain—only drowsiness. Lolling her head against his chest Kagome mumbled, "Oh…good. I…can go now."

Pressing a kiss onto her bloodied palm Ciel laughed and tightened his grip on her small body, "What makes you think you'll go anywhere, my lady?"

Kagome couldn't muster any energy to reply. She could only scrunch up her face in confusion. She could barely think now. The way he said milady was strange though, that she almost tasted fear on her tongue.

"I'll see you well, soon." Kagome felt the strange weight of cold skin onto her forehead, "I did promise that I will be at your side for eternity, did I not?"

Did I ask for that…? Kagome fell into the black.

It was the tenseness that woke her. Strange but familiar tingles of white warmth were spreading across from her lower stomach, "Hmm, what…?" She knitted her brows when she felt her cheek was rubbed against soft, fine cotton over hard flesh. She fluttered her eyes to the white. It took a moment for a name to come to her tongue, "Ciel?"

"Ah, my Kagome, you're awake," Ciel curled in a wicked smile and tightened his grip against her small body, "I hope this would make to for a grand entry to the real world." He purged his fingers deeper, into a place he knew she'd be most sensitive to.

She choked on air, "What are you—!?" Kagome latched onto his unbuttoned dress shirt, though she couldn't close her thighs on him, "Ciel!"

Ciel muffled her cries with his lips while continuing her tortures, slowing and quickening his pace as he went to prolong her relief. When Kagome burned with needs of air he released her tongue and laughed at her flustered state, "You've long since been mine, milady, yet you acted if I never did this to you before." He tasted the sweat on her neck and gnawed on her flesh there.

"But I thought," Kagome wheezed and cried out with feeble hopes for her release, "you were going to eat my," she buried her faced in his neck and dug in her nails deeper, "soul!? I died, didn't—ah, I!?"

Ciel stilled his pistoling and dragged a sob from his lady. With a last slow pull of his tongue on her slender column of flesh he closed over her lips, "That you did, but you see," he pushed his fingers in knuckles deep, and he smiled at Kagome's cries, "your soul was far too beautiful to eat. So," he resumed his rhythms but more consistent, "I decided that I wanted to keep you for myself."

Thunders ripped throughout her body. Kagome grabbed hard against the demon, wailing her relief to his ear and her thighs were shaking around his wrist. She couldn't care enough to pay attention that Ciel departed from her warmth with evidence of his effort, nor could she bother to watch him cleaning off his fingers with his mouth. Ciel kept her waist tightly against his frame and forced her to keep her position over his lap on her bed.

"Ciel! Ciel…" He brushed a kiss on her shoulder, amused at how she clung to his form, "wh…" She shivered at his too-cold hand trailing all over her body, "Why me?" Kagome refused to leave her safety against Ciel's neck to meet his eyes.

Dancing over her quivering thigh Ciel pulled her against his loin and grounded himself, "There are far too many answers for your question, milady." At her shudder at his intense, visible want of her Ciel shifted, to continue his worship, "Although perhaps the simplest one would be that I am merely following your wishes."

Kagome muffled her whimpers at what poked at her hip, "But our contract is fulfilled?" His silky short hair offered some comfort, she found, that it helped distracted her from Ciel's touches on her half-naked body.

"Yes, and you're mine." Ciel dragged down the neckline of her negligee to uncover her breasts and kissed the skin there, "You've made it easier for me to keep you, milady."

His teeth, sharp teeth, trailing across her white skin had her arching, though she felt no pain. It was the strange sensation that had her shivering with the knowledge that her servant—a devil who disguised as a man, had no longer wore an appearance of a man. She didn't want to look and couldn't contain her whimpers, "But Ciel...how am I alive? Why me?"

Kagome bit back a cry, at the sharp ends of his talon-nails ragging her dress and his course long tongue that was sure to be black in color. She buried her face in his bicep, at his voice that trembled her throat from the vibration and lust, "I didn't say you were alive, milady, nor did I say you were dead. I simply made you mine."

"You—!" She lost her breath then, when she found her back on the softness of their shared plush mattress. Kagome refused to open her eyes at the devil before her and squirmed at his knees compressing her small, so human body. The heavy heat she felt pressing against her covered belly had her aching, with a want that she wasn't sure should belong to a sane woman.

Tossing her arms over her eyes at the blast of chilly air at her frame and the sounds of fabric tearing Kagome shivered and knocked her knees together, "Ciel, am I…like you now?" She bore the slight pain when he snapped the last of her sleepwear from her body.

All it did was to have her longing for their physical reunion.

Damn him.

Ciel shifted so to manipulate her legs to settle them against his angular hips and ran down his inhuman palms across the silky flesh on her thighs, "When I am done with you, you will be." He breathed in her soft scent deeply and lowered himself to his soon to-be bride, "As you agreed, you'll be mine for this eternity and the next, forever devoted to me." At Kagome's quiet whimpers he tangled his hands to part the arms she'd used to shield herself from looking at his hellish form and rolled down his hips to evoke a moan, "Look at me, my love, look at me."

She tasted his breath on her lips and warred with her fear to follow his quiet demand. Biting back an urge to cry at the appearance no human can hope to describe she saw his eyes—blue eyes. Such human eyes had quietened her nervous heart, "…Ciel?" They were so unlike the eyes Ciel had worn in his disguise—they were nothing more than a shade of color to hide his true nature. Even then there were no hints of humanity in them and only emotions he'd seemed to display were either his arrogance, wrath, or lust.

Surrounded by blackness and inhumanity there was love in those blues. Something that she'd never seen before in her monster. All the fear and hesitations faded, "Ciel?" Her heart thudded when he moved his talons to cup her face.

Ciel hadn't said a single word, when he weighted his lips upon hers.

Unlike every kiss they'd shared before, all demanding and lusty, this one had Kagome nearly crying at how tender he was. Ciel never was such with her before, and she was ever only familiar with his lust and seductions without an ounce of love. Clutching his wrists she felt him entering and found his thumbs prodding her to open her mouth. Lost in the world of unfamiliarity she took his long tongue and bored the slow inches of him slipping into her warmth.

He was never quite this slow—he'd tease, but he hardly had much patience beyond her first time with him.

She hadn't realized she was crying, until she felt a slight brush of knife-like edge from his thumb to sweep away her tears and his tongue wasn't pushing against her throat anymore, "You're mine from the moment I first laid my eyes on you, milady," he murmured against her lips, "and I'm a selfish creature." With a swift jerk of his hips, Kagome hitched her breath at how full she felt—so much fuller than she'd experienced before.

"What was it…" Kagome couldn't keep her moans, when Ciel grounded against her, "about me that you wanted so much?"

Drifting down a hand to clench onto her hip and drawing slight blood from the nitpicks of his blackened claws Ciel found a slow rhythm and trailed a kiss away from her lips, "Everything." With a grunt he found bliss in Kagome's smaller body, "Everything, milady—one would say a demon don't love," pulling a cry from her he continued his relentless pursuit for their joined pleasure, "but we do. We love differently, selfishly, from the moment we find our one. We will never love anyone else. It is too dangerous," he gnawed his teeth against her throat, relishing in the taste of the sweetness of her skin, "for us to love for we will destroy all in sight if our chosen is harmed."

Kagome wondered if she should be afraid—but she was far too lost in his attention to care, with the tenseness climbing to an almost painful degree from his slow pace.

Shuddering at her tightness—she was perfect, Ciel moaned at the flavor of his lady's blood from the accidental cuts his teeth created, "For all what I can do, for what I am, and what I had done to you," he sheathed himself in against with a swiftness that had Kagome gasping, "will you love me?"

She struggled to speak through the haze of pleasure Ciel was drowning her with, "You wouldn't let me go." Tangling her hands through his too-long lock that grew sudden from his transformation Kagome pressed a kiss over his forehead and minded his horns. She absently wondered how loud her heartbeats were, before she jerked onto a hold on these horns and choked on a cry when Ciel slammed back into her, his pace picking up in speed and force.

"You'd be correct, milady." Ciel gnashed his teeth, with possessiveness washing over his senses, "I would never let you go. Would you love me still?" He dug into his nails into her skin, leaving behind the reds that would never linger again on her white flesh in matters of hours, "Will you accept me as your husband?"

Crossing her ankles at his back, there was no other answer she could think of, "Yes!"

Kagome only remembered his snarl—a snarl of triumph, and the whiteness that blinded her for a moment. She found her womb burning with the copious proof of Ciel's love for her and her warmth was still so full of him—he wasn't willing to leave. It hurts to breathe too, with his weight settling on top of her. Her hands had resettled onto his broad shoulders, clinging so he would never leave her.

Neither spoke—their heavy breathing was the only sound that filled her bedroom.

But, it didn't last, when Ciel wrapped his hands around her waist and rumbled his laughter against her collarbone, "Milady, there's much works to do to be done to finalize our marriage." He moved away from their joining, only to slam himself back into her warmth again, and dragged a cry from his lady's throat, "And I'm not done with you just yet. The night and next will be long, but," at Kagome's legs knocking against his back from his declaration Ciel grinned and straightened himself back onto his knees, "as your butler and your husband, I'll ensure you will enjoy all that I've planned for you and us."

"You're…such a bastard, Ciel." Kagome shuddered though not from the nervousness or fear—no, it was from a mix of the pleasure he was inflicting upon her and anticipation. Even trying to wiggle her hips from his grips had her paralyzed with euphoria—whatever he was doing to her, his powers were involved.

Leering down to her inebriated state he chuckled and lowered himself down to her face, mindful of the dangling pieces of jewelry that hang from his horns, "Perhaps, but I always keep my words, milady." Ciel muffled her groans with his lips and tangled his claws with her hands. Somewhere underneath his breaths Kagome thought, and hoped, she heard these three little words.

He was a fool to love a human like her—but she was no better with a demon like him.