'Sebastian, please don't hurt him. I'll stay with you this time, I swear it. Just let Undertaker go!' The words leave your mouth as a desperate cry, but that's exactly what it is. After everything Undertaker has done to try and help you, you can't bare the thought of him dying for you too.
You sooner give yourself to Sebastian, as the demon had intended all along.
In a flash, Sebastian stands, no longer pinning Undertaker to the floor.
He smirks at the reaper before him. 'By the grace of my whore, you have your life. Do not think I shan't take it in the future though, should you choose to interfere again. Have I made myself clear, Undertaker, or do I need to give you a permanent reminder?' Your heart clenches at his words. Surely he won't hurt him after you begged him not to?
Undertaker stands, a somber expression etched onto his face. 'If this is what the lady wishes, you'll won't have to worry about me anymore. I'll just go back home and mind my own business. I've become rather good at that over the years.' He gives you a sad stare, one that almost brings tears to your eyes. You almost wish you were going with him, but you've made your choice now; you're staying here, for both your sakes.
You give Undertaker a firm nod, effectively sealing your fate. 'This is what I want. I see now that I was a fool to resist my fate. I shall stay by Sebastian's side from now on.' You look at the demon in question, hoping that he knows that you're being sincere; his face gives nothing away.
With no reason to remain, Undertaker gives you a curt nod. 'Very well. I wish you all the best. Just know that my door is always open to you, should you need a friend.' With that, he leaves the same way you presume he came, gracefully jumping out of the window before disappearing into the night.
With the Undertaker gone, it's just you and Sebastian again, just as it had been for months before Undertaker's involvement in your affair. You'd assume the familiarity of the scenario would help calm your thoughts and your breathing.
That isn't the case at all.
If anything, your heart begins to beat more erratically as Sebastian saunters over to you, his face devoid of any traces of emotion. If only he gave you some indication of his mood, you wouldn't be quite so anxious; you've seen every side to him at this point. Right now though, you've no idea what he's thinking or feeling, and that terrifies you.
When he finally reaches you, he raises a hand to caress your face, before pulling it back and slapping you hard on the cheek. You don't even wince at the pain of it, used to suffering a lot more at his hand.
Face still a vision of calm, Sebastian grabs a handful of your hair, and uses it to pull you up on your knees until your faces are at the same height.
The calm seems to slip as he addresses you. 'You really are the most ungrateful whore. I could have done so much worse to you after you ran away from me. Instead, all I did was tie you to the bed, which is where you'll end up spending most of your life anyway. I should do the most despicable things to you. I should sever your tendons so you can never walk again, or cut out your eyes so that I know they will never wander again. All these things I should do…' fear begins to rush through you, and you can't stop the tears that begin to escape from your eyes. You know in your heart he won't do either of those things tonight; he'll do so much worse. He's a demon, after all; they're not exactly know for acts of mercy.
To your surprise, you feel a gentle brush of lips against your forehead, followed by the hand in your hair abandoning it in favour of pulling your body flush against Sebastian's.
Sebastian's voice sounds remarkable gentle. 'However, as you did choose to remain here yourself, I shan't do either of those things. It would be such a shame to break my toy for no good reason. I'll need to keep you in perfect health these next few months; I have big plans for you.' His hands slide down your back and grasp your ass, his touch just as forceful as it's always been. Life with him would be so much easier if he wasn't quite so rough all the time…
Touching your body after so long seems to be having an effect on his body, if the hard thing digging into your body is what you think it is. Perhaps the thrill of the fight has caused that reaction. Either that or it's the thrill of finally having you right where he wants you.
Without warning, Sebastian's hands leave your ass, and head for your chest. He gives your breasts a firm squeeze before shoving you onto the bed, his body moving with your own as he positions himself over you.
His formerly expressionless eyes are now filled with something you know all too well; lust. You already know exactly why he's gotten you both into this position, but you don't care. You've had enough sex with Sebastian to know by now that he can be quite attentive, if you obey his every demand. Well, given that tomorrow the ritual is due to complete, and your body is due to change into something not quite human, obeying Sebastian's desires is going to be your whole purpose in life; you may as well get off to a good start.
Spreading your legs beneath him to indicate your willingness, you do your best to swallow any residual fear, before putting on the most seductive voice you can manage. 'I'll go along with anything you have planned for me, Master. I'm all yours now, after all. You can do anything you want to me.' You arch your body up for good measure, making it clear you're being sincere.
Sebastian's eyes flash excitedly for a moment, before he strokes a hand against your cheek again. 'That's right. You are mine now, little whore. I'm going to make sure of that.' You hear his trousers unzip, but before he pushes them down, he stops.
There's a pause, the room becoming thick with tension. Why did he stop? Is he planning something?
Your questions are answered when Sebastian leans down to chuckle in your ear, his laughter sounding more maleficent than happy. 'I fear being without you has worn down my patience. To think, I was about to take you in my human form. No, that simply will not do. I want to take you in my true form, with you on your hands and knees. I want to leave welts and scratches on every inch of you, so deep and raw that they never go away.
'Then, when I'm done with you, I'm going to tie you to the bed again, in such a way that has you on full display. I'm going to come in here at least three times every day to feed you, water you, and take you. I'll keep up with this routine until I know that you are finally and completely submissive to me, and that you know your place is by my side. After that, well, I may try to grant you a few freedoms again, provided you don't go off the rails again should I take them away. Does that sound fair?' You give him a nod. 'I don't know why I bothered asking you. Who cares if it's fair to you? It's what I want, so it's what you'll accept. I'm also going to stop being so lenient towards you. Punishments from now on shall be cruel and immediate, and shall also result in me tying you to the bed again. They'll also end in you getting maimed in some way, so it's best you avoid getting on my bad side again, wouldn't you agree?' You're unsure if he wants an answer this time, but you nod again anyway.
Sebastian seems pleased with your response. 'Perfect. Now, I'm going to stand and get undressed. Oh, how I've longed to feel you again. I fear it won't take me long to reach completion tonight. No matter though; we have centuries to take it slowly.' He stands, and begins to do exactly as he said he would, his clothes coming off both quickly and precisely.
As tempted as you are to sit still and watch, you know that's not what he wants; he's already told you what he plans to do to you.
Not wanting to disappoint him so soon, you make short work of the tattered remains of your robes, before crawling up the bed and getting into your hands and knees, burying you head into the pillow.
You feel a presence surround you, one that you recognise in an instant; it's Sebastian in his demon form.
His ethereal hands seem to touch every inch of you at once, as if his has hundreds of them, trying to work your body into a lustful frenzy. For the most part, it works; your body begins to ready itself for Sebastian, the same way it always has. Yet there's still a part of you that can't help but think you made the wrong choice. Sure, you may well have saved Undertaker's life by submitting yourself, but at what cost? You've gone through phases of hating Sebastian since the very beginning; now it doesn't matter. No matter how you feel about him now, you're going to be with him for the rest of your life.
Sebastian's voice is right by your ear again. 'See, isn't this so much better than being a disobedient whore? No nasty ropes, not unexpected toys… no begging me to stop. This is how it should be between up; a sinful concoction of lust and desire.
'Speaking of which, I think it's time I dealt with the first of those two ingredients; I bet you're just as welcoming as ever.' He decides to put that theory to the test instantly, forcing himself into you without warning. The sudden intrusion makes you cry out in a combination of pain and ecstasy; two other things Sebastian has a habit of mixing.
Sebastian's pace in as brutal as it always is, the entire bed shaking and creaking so loud it's a wonder the whole household doesn't run in here to investigate the noise. Either that, or they know that Sebastian is in here, and they're too afraid to knock on the door and ask what the noise is.
As harsh as his pace is, you still manage to find some kind of pleasure in it, though not enough to make you reach any kind of climax. Sebastian is doing nothing to assist you in that regard either; it must be his idea of a punishment of sorts. Still, considering everything else he's threatened you with, deliberately avoiding bringing you to climax seems like a very small thing indeed.
True to his earlier assumption, it doesn't take Sebastian long to reach his peak; abstinence must really hit him hard. His release is as plentiful as it always has been, his essence seemingly never ending as it pours into you, causing your body to stiffen in place as it always does.
When he's finally through with you, Sebastian slips out of your body, and shifts back into his human form before settling himself down beside you on the bed, tracing patterns that feel suspiciously like his seal on your back with one of his nails.
After a moment, he speaks. 'I'm going to miss this, you know. I love seeing you like this, all frozen and vulnerable. Tying you down just won't be the same has having you totally unable to move. Ah, well. I suppose the paralysis would get boring after a few decades.
'Now then, I fear I still have a few late night duties to attend to. Ah, the joys of being a butler…' he grabs your ass again, gripping it even harder than he had earlier. 'I suggest you get some sleep now. When you next wake, you'll find yourself tied to the bed with me inside you. In fact, that's how you'll always wake from now on.' He practically pounces off of the bed, dressing himself in record time. You find it vaguely impressive that he can perform such a task so quickly; then again, he is a demon.
Before he leaves the room, Sebastian grins malevolently. 'Oh, but how I've missed my perfect little whore.'
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Six months have passed since you agreed to remain with Sebastian, and one thing has become clear; he's wasn't lying when he said he had plans for you.
True to his word, for the first month after the ritual competed itself, Sebastian kept you tied to the bed, only visiting you on occasion to tend to both your needs and his own. Your days and nights blurred into one as you were forced to stare at the headboard, the light coming through your window the only indicator of time. You feared that you would go mad, trapped alone in a room with only Sebastian's visit to look forward to.
That all changed the moment he discovered he'd gotten you with child.
The discovery had been made one evening by Sebastian, who had taken it upon himself to inspect your general health and well-being (as there's no way he would allow an actual physician within sixty yards of 'his whore'). The moment the conclusion was reached, Sebastian had removed all your bonds at once, and made love to you so tenderly you could have sworn it was a different man.
Every since then, Sebastian seems to have been treating you better, showing you with silks and jewels just as promised. He's even taken to massaging every inch of your body at night, helping you to find some kind of comfort, despite your encumbered state.
That's the position you're in right now as it happens. Perched up in bed with a pillow underneath your rapidly growing bump, with Sebastian sat right behind you, rubbing at your shoulders gently. You can't help but relax into his touch, feeling completely at ease under his magic hands.
You let out a sigh of contentment, and Sebastian chuckles. 'I'm glad to see my favourite whore is enjoying her massage. I was concerned you wouldn't let me anywhere near you, now that you're with child.' His hands move down to caress you bump, and he hums contently. 'Not that I'd have listened, of course. I own the child inside of you, just as I own you. I shall raise him to be the perfect demon spawn, so full of hate and distain for humanity. I'll also make sure he knows the importance of finding himself the right mate, one that he can bend to his every will.'
Sebastian's hands slide up again, squeezing your breasts this time. 'These are already nicely swollen. It pleases me to know that he won't be going hungry. I myself may have to indulge in a taste. Not too much mind; I'd hate to steal food from my heir. My perfect heir… I made a good decision, taking you as my mate. Sure, you can be disobedient at times, but I think you're over that now. You can't afford to act up now, not with a child on the way. I would hate to have to take him away from you…' you find yourself growing sad at his remark. Would he really take your baby away from you if you fall out of line?
You shake your head in protest. 'You don't need to worry about that. I promise I'll behave from now on. Our child is my top priority now.' You place your hands over his and move them back to the bump, encouraging him to cradle it again.
He plays along, humming once under his breath. 'He is for now. As soon as he's out however, your priority should be providing me with another. It is my greatest ambition to watch as my children go out into the world and spread their demonic wings. One child is all very well and good, but it's simply not enough. I'm going to have you pumping out children until there's nothing left in you for me to fertilise. Then we can return to my realm, and live out our lives as master and whore, watching as our children find their own way in life. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll return to this realm to find another woman to mate with. It's not uncommon for demons like me to have a whole harem of women waiting for them back home. I myself have never seen the appeal, but you've given me a taste for it…' he begins biting at your ear, as the reality of his words sets in. He's planned out the entire rest of your life. You really will just be a whole forever, won't you? Just as he's always told you…
The man who once shattered your life picked up the broken pieces of your soul, and has used them to form something just for himself.
You can't stop the tear that falls from your eye.