It's midnight in the manor, and Sebastian has come for you yet again. This time however, you're ready for him.
You know how arousing he finds it when you show willingness, so tonight you've decided to wait for him on your hands and knees, wooden object inserted inside of you still. You're somewhat concerned about what keeping something up there so long will do to your body, but you keep it there anyway; you have to please Sebastian. You've even taken the liberty of blindfolding yourself in advance, a sign that you're more than ready to be used again.
You hear a groan of approval from behind you. 'Just when I thought my desire for you had reached its zenith, you go and do something like this… I believe I owe you an explanation for my recent behaviour.
'You see, we demons are a possessive bunch, especially when it comes to humans. The thought of you within kissing distance of another… it spurred my jealously into overdrive. In my envy-driven state, I thought that the best way to keep you here was to be so rough with you that you'd not have the strength to flee. However, you have proven time and time again that you have no intention of running away. I apologise for my actions.' You almost faint; he's apologising to you? He never apologises to anyone, at least not genuinely. You're glad you've opted not to gag yourself, so you can respond to his statement.
'I accept your apology, master. I'm happy that you finally realise just how willing I am to become yours permanently. It's an honour, master, and I desire it above all else.' You hesitate, a question from earlier bubbling its way up to the surface. Do you dare ask it? Well, he's being a bit nicer than usual. Now is probably the only chance you'll have to ask it. 'If I may ask, master, what happens if another man takes me before the ritual is complete?'
You hear a growl from behind you, and instantly regret your decision.
You brace yourself for pain, but it never comes. Instead, he starts ruining his hands along your sides, clearly growing bored of your questions.
Sure enough, you feel him probing at your entrance moments later, followed by him removing the toy from your rear. He leans over to talk to you as he starts thrusting slowly. 'As you've been such a good girl, I'll tell you. If another man pollutes your womb, it will start to reverse the ritual. If I do not reclaim you with a twenty four-hour period, the ritual shall end prematurely, and we'll have to re-initiate it. The second time will be a lot more painful than the first, so I suggest you keep your legs crossed when I'm not around.' You feel something pin your hands to the bed, presumably using whatever passes for hands in his true form.
He starts pounding you in earnest now, chasing his end like a hunting dog chasing a fox. You start moving your hips too, hoping that your participation will please him.
It does.
He starts taking to you again. 'What an amazing creature you are, finally willing to participate fully. I was worried you'd be a passive participant forever, but here you are, actively talking part in our joining. I haven't even used my little mind trick on you tonight. It makes me crave you even more.' You falter slightly. So the cloud of lust you feel whenever he's inside you is of his own making?
You're about to confront him, but then something rubs against your clit and you're too busy chasing your end to care.
He brings you to an explosive peak, your face buried in a pillow to keep you from waking the entire household. You keep moving your hips as you do, which proves to be too much for Sebastian. He lets out a small moan before emptying himself into you, your mark burning as usual.
As he continues filling you, you brace yourself for the coming paralysis. You're looking forward to the ritual being completed, because you're starting to hate the feeling of helplessness the paralysis always causes. After all, the manor is constantly under attack. What if some crazy assassin broke into your room? You'd have no way to even call for Sebastian, let alone fight or flee. The sooner everything is over and done with the better.
Even if that does mean you're bound to a demon.
He finally finishes, withdrawing slowly. He scoops you up and puts you into bed, tucking you in carefully. To your great surprise, you feel him caress your face gently. 'Beautiful, and all mine. I'm going to leave the blindfold on you for the night, just in case I decide to visit you again. Get some rest for now though; you deserve it for being so well-behaved.' You feel the slight pressure of his lips against your forehead; he's kissing you goodnight!
As he leaves the room, you begin to wonder why he's being to kind all of a sudden. He's like a different man. In fact, he's acting more human than demon. Perhaps it's some kind of trick?
Whatever the reason, you find yourself drifting off a short time after his leaving.
-t/s-
Your sleep is plagued by nightmares.
They had started off tame at first; you were at a ball, talking to some random noble when he'd noticed you weren't wearing any clothes.
That scene faded into one of you on stage. You're about to sing opera in front of a packed theatre. You open your mouth, but no words come out. The entire theatre starts laughing at you, and you burst into tears before running off stage.
The third and final nightmare is the worst.
It's dark, and rain is pouring down from the heavens. You're in the middle of London, running away from an unseen figure.
It chases you as far as London Bridge, before you feel your legs freeze. You can't run anymore, paralysed by both fear and exhaustion. You turn to face your tormentor.
You can barely make anything out in the darkness, but what you do see terrifies you. A pair of crimson eyes, and a set of glowing white fangs approaches you slowly, accompanied by the sound of heeled shoes clicking on the pavement below. You manage to back away, only for your back to hit a wall. It's the edge of the bridge. If you step over that bridge, you'll fall straight into the icy Thames below.
The figure starts speaking to you softly.
'Come with me, my dear. I'm not finished with you yet.' You see dark shadows approaching, like arms made from the night itself. He wants you to walk into them, to let him accept you as his own.
You refuse, instead opting to jump off of the bridge. Your final thoughts are that if freedom…
-t/s-
Your eyes open wide, body breathing heavily. You try to sit up, but your body won't move. There is nothing but darkness.
You begin to wonder if this is what death feels like, before you remember where you are.
You're in your bed, safe and sound.
The darkness is being caused by a blindfold, and you can't move thanks to your 'master's' demonic essence.
The thought doesn't calm you as much as you'd like, as you're essentially paralysed in the dark. You're terrified, the dream still with you. What had been chasing you in the dark? Whatever it was, it was terrifying.
You hear a creaking sound coming from your window, followed by a gust of wind. The room feels very cold, and you can hear footsteps approaching.
Someone is in your bedroom.
You try to scream, but no noise escapes. You try to move, to break past your paralysis. It doesn't work. All you can do is stay put, totally defenceless. It's just as you'd feared earlier; someone has broken into the manor, and they plan to kill you.
You feel them roll back your bedcovers.
They lift up one of your legs, as if they're examining it. They brush over Sebastian's claw marks, and you feel a jolt of pain rush through you.
You hear a rummaging sound, followed by the feeling of something cold over your wounds. It stings a bit at first, but the pain soon fades away. It occurs to you that the intruder is tending to your injuries.
You would frown in confusion if you could. Who on earth breaks into someone's manor in the dead of night to tend to someone's wounds? They must have another goal in mind, surely.
Once the mystery visitor is done with the first leg, he moves onto the second, giving it the same treatment. Part of you wants to try screaming again, but curiosity prevents you from doing such a thing. You need to know why someone has broken into your bedroom.
The hands leave your legs, apparently satisfied with their work. They settle on your hips, and a sinister thought enters your mind; they could do anything they want to you, and you'd have no way of fighting it. If it's a man, he could disrupt the ritual with a single act. You subconsciously hold your breath, and await the intruder's next move.
They tentatively turns you over, and presumably examine your back. When they find only fading bruises and faint scratches, they return you to your previous position.
The hands leave your body completely, and you wonder if they'll leave you alone now. Suddenly, you feel them pour a cold liquid down your throat, tilting your head up so it goes down properly. It tastes vile, like a bizarre combination of liquorish and misery. However, as it begins to work its way down your throat, the most marvellous thing happens.
You feel your paralysis lifting slowly.
You try to lift your arms, and are surprised when they manage to move about an inch from the bed's surface. It takes about five minutes for the paralysis totally dissipate, during which time you manage to force yourself into a sitting position. You go to remove the blindfold, but are stopped by two hands grabbing your own. They gently coax them into your lap before walking across the room. You hear the visitor walk across the room, followed by the sound of a draw being opened. The soft shuffling of fabric approaches you. You reach out, and the figure places something in your hands; it's s nightgown. You thank your mystery caregiver, and manage to put the garment on despite not being able to see it.
When you're done, you're softly pushed into your back, before being tucked in again. The intruder strokes your face, and gives your lips one quick peck before uttering only two words;
'Sweet dreams.'
You recognise that voice, but you're too tired to figure out where you've heard it. You hear the window creak again, signalling your visitor's departure.
As you close your eyes for the second time tonight, you hope your sleep is filled with dreams, rather than plagued by nightmares.
You also hope Sebastian doesn't find out what just happened.