A few shout outs! Fraya! Oh ... *blush* I just do my thang... thanks for your kind words!
VincyC - I hope you enjoy the rest of the journey in this lil' story. It's fun to watch them squirm. LOL
Camiszkely - I have to translate your lovely comments, but they are so amazing when I read them! You are the sweetest! Mucho Gracias (and that ends my Spanish language skillz...)
Lady Lachrymose - *hands you an oxygen tank* Just sit down, breath... I'll keep the updates coming, and you just breath.. I'd hate to have a reader pass out on me... So much paperwork. Oh and Sebastian is pointing out he would have to pause and make sure you are ok. Such a kind man... demon... something...
Jareth's - Thanks! I figure if he can love cats so much, maybe he can talk to them. He seems to know things, and cats are sneaky. I know mine usually just lay around and watch the birds, but they can be chatty (especially my older one... if you don't hand over food, she will talk your ear off!)
And all the others... aww... *squishy hugs*
Sebastian had not felt the hold of a woman around his cock in a while. He was more than skillful to take care of his own needs, but the hot tunnel he now was moving his cock through was like dining on the finest of souls - he envisioned taking the young master's soul would be the closest thing to what his body and mind was processing as he slide in and out of Mey-Rin's body. She kept up with his size and demand and was moaning lewdly into his ear, urging him to continue, to slate his desire upon her body. To push her dress up and place her knees over his shoulders, folding her as he swiftly took her sex up to his hilt.
Not a word passed between them. The air was thick and their bodies melted into the act they were in unison committing. Mey-Rin pulled him down and kissed him as she bucked back, her dripping sex slowly building to a gushing river as his cock drew out her needs and fed her his. He continued to rock her body into the wooden table, his hands now on her breasts, wishing that it was like in her bedroom, her body naked and he could see the shutters in her softness as he pushed the built up needs and desires, his hopes and fantasies, into this one moment, into her body, so willing and eager to take him.
If hell came to claim his young master, Sebastian would have allowed it. His desires for a real connection with a human was being satisfied. Mey-Rin below him snaked her hands to his back and felt her nails biting into his ass, palming them with the need to be taken to the heights again. He kissed her. The world collapsed and he only heard her breathing, her heart, her pants and felt the way her body was on his. No matter how long this would last, Sebastian reminded himself, this moment and any others like it, would be his most cherished private thoughts for eternity. His cock had impaled many men and women over his long existence, but none had openly wept for him to continue and to do it again and again - they usually stopped at size or his lusty ways of handling their fragile bodies as he slammed his desires into them. But his cock was made for the tunnel that was in Mey-Rin, he was sure. His size was accommodated quickly and she had seen his true form. She had wanted both and now cried out in pleasure as he brought her to an orgasm again.
"Fuck, Sebastian," she muttered into his ear and kissed him deeply. Her tongue vied for space in his mouth and they bucked faster. He did not want it to end, but her body was dangerously hot from his cock slicing into her and she was riding one orgasm after another, which, he mused as she exploded once more, she would not categorize as a bad thing.
"My darling, Mey-Rin, I must cum."
"Please," she moaned as she looked at him. "Please, my love."
And he slammed her into the table, listening to to it deliciously crack deep inside the thick wood, and released his need. He did not release his form as he had done when she had drawn out his need before, and he held himself deep and fast together even as he finished his release into her.
"Was that my lesson, Mister Sebastian?" she panted as they came down. He looked down at the wicked woman who had demanded him to be in her.
"I don't think our relationship is in a position for me to be scolding you for asking me to satisfy your needs with my own." He pulled out and smelled the rush of their liquids filling the air. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. They were intoxicating. And his knees hit the floor before he could stop himself and cleaned her thoroughly with his tongue and kisses. Meeting her gaze over her skirts, he smiled. "I can't have a lady walking around smelling of sex."
"No, I suppose not," she muttered and stroked his face. He stood and kissed her, helping her to stand. She leaned into him and placed her head on his chest. "My goodness."
"If you wish to have a proper etiquette lesson," he ventured, "I could include a more intense," his fingers slide up her arm, "focused," up her neck, "lesson," he ended in a breathtaking kiss.
"Mmm," she moaned as they parted. Her hands drifted to his still open pants and slowly buttoned them back up. "And how would I be paying for that lesson?"
"Whips and chains," he said, not hesitating. His favorite method of pleasure was torture. Well, he chuckled as he glanced at the slight indention in the table and the shimmering pool of combined cum on the edge and floor. It had been his favorite.
"Your room than?" she smoothly confirmed, only slightly shocking him.
"My, my, a bold woman."
"I intend to keep my lover."
"And splaying your body before him is how you think you will do so?" his tone a bit harsher then he intended and the widening of her eyes and the biting of her lip. "Damn, I am sorry."
She giggled. "Now whose language needs some lessons to fix?"
He crushed her lips with his. "My dear love, I said before I can't imagine staying focused without you. Your boldness surprises me. Your wit makes me laugh deeply. And your body, oh my, your body… well that will keep me on it for as long as you can stand it." He paused and smelled the desire in her again. "Because I can stay on your body alone, a long, long, long time."
"When should I be in your bed for our focused lesson?"
"Nine o'clock. Don't be late."
The lovers parted. Sebastian ran now with a lightness to his cottage, his cats meowing in congratulations of him taking his desired mate finally. He wondered, as he closed the door, if the cats had not grown as tired as he had in keeping his emotions and thoughts in check. He could now watch his maid, when alone with her, in open desire, knowing that her heavy glasses prevented her from seeing his face. It would be like before the past week, except he could melt into her room and they could share their fantasies together now.
He licked his lips as he placed the chains on his bed, waiting like the eager torturer for his infamous guest. His cock strained as he listened to her sock clad feet shuffled down the hall that had the servant quarters opened on it. The door to the bathing room opened and he heard the water run. Again he wished he could see through walls. What was she wearing? What was she doing? Was she smiling, waiting, eager? He groaned and almost took himself out and came from the very thoughts of how he wanted her body before him. Finally he heard her steady breath on the other side of his door. The door knob moved and slowly it opened, and his lover slipped into his room at last.
