Sebastian brought flowers and asked Mey-Rin to dinner in front of Baldroy and Finnian. Finnian had squealed and clapped his hands as he watched the pair leave the house that evening. He had requested the teenager clip the finest flowers from the manors gardens and had wrapped them in ribbons himself.

The pair had agreed that for this moment, this lifetime, would appear to be proper and court, as the custom of the time. Sebastian had felt bad for taking her to bed before asking if she wished to be his. Of course her emotions and her boldness told him she had waited a long time for him to come and take her. Now, they walked to the cottage on the edge of the property. He would introduce his cats to his lover, and the would spend the night making love and continue their quest to get her pregnant. They had been actively trying for two months, and Sebastian had found Mey-Rin crying in the bathroom about her not being pregnant.

"It could be a while," he said, sitting on the floor beside her as she curled up in a different kind of pain. "Demon and human babies are rare, but possible. And if you don't get pregnant and you wish to be turned in another way," he rubbed her back. "We can visit that when we get there."

"But I will be old if I don't get pregnant soon!"

He laughed and kissed her head. "No my love, never old. Your body is ready for me, as is my seed for you. Just like humans, it may take time."

They had agreed to court for a year, publicly fall in love, and privately try to become pregnant, a much easier, and less painful way to have Mey-Rin convert to partial demon, and spend eternity with him. The young master had also become a lot more at ease with the staff and personal matters among them. Although Sebastian did not tell him he and Mey-Rin were sleeping together, or were trying very hard to become pregnant, he did tell him that he was seeing Mey-Rin outside the scope of his job.

"As long as my household runs smoothly," he had said dismissively and jumped back into the daily running of his small empire.

Sebastian scooped his lover up and kissed her as he ran to his secret hiding spot. He had sensed her body was changing as they tired to have a baby, and he hoped tonight would be the night. She was off her monthly and he hoped her change was due to her body being ready. Demonic seed was not as potent in humans as human to human seed was, and it frustrated him that he could not give her everything they wanted together. Seven months was a long time to have sex a few times a week, and a few times a night when they were able to get away to one of their rooms, usually his. Now that they had discussed everything - their feelings, fears, hopes and dreams - and now they were ready for a life together. To have a baby together.

"The young master seemed calm when we asked to have the night off," Mey-Rin said as she passed Sebastian a plate. She watched as he placed the delicately sliced salmon on the plate and scooped some vegetables on the side. "Did he know we were going to go out of the manor and see each other?"

"I may have told him I would fix the situation between Baldroy, you and myself. Well," he added, as he placed the plate before her and slid into a chair across from her, "he more of ordered me to fix it any way I needed to."

"And you waited two months to do so? Not very efficient," she mocked. He smiled and lit another candle on the table with a flick of his finger. He had delighted her with a few of his inhuman abilities to control elements, even to the point of creating snow in his room and making love to her under the covers.

"I was biding my time," he answered. "A cultured man does not rush into things," he added, tipping his empty crystal glass towards hers.

His hand curled around hers as they danced, ending the evening being watched by the curious gaze of a few cats who had not left the cottage for their own nightly activities yet. The soft curves of her breasts, waist and hips were all inviting his touch. She had chosen to wear a simple dress, with a simple corset, accenting her curves. Sebastian had memorized them all even before he had acted on his desires and slipped into her room seven months ago. He traced them lightly, making his way up to his lovers face, round and smiling. He knew she was impatient about not being pregnant, but enjoyed the trying as much as he did, and still she held on to a smile. There was another way to become changed but neither wanted to think about the pain and length that process would take. This one was already both in different ways. She stifled a yawn and placed her head on his chest, her breathing slowing down.

"My love, shall we go to bed?"

Mey-Rin sighed and looked up at him. "I know you wanted to have a quiet evening and continue trying, but," she yawned. "I am so tired. My master was pushing me to finish my chores early so he could sweep me off my feet."

"Lucky man," he muttered against her lips. And he swept her off her feet and walked up the stairs to the bedroom which took up the whole second story. He never needed to finish the second floor and had moved a bed in only a few months, in secret hopes of having a night like tonight to whisk her to his secret place.

He placed her on her feet and looked down at her. He lit the two lamps that were above the bed.

"Help me undress?" she asked, even so it was not necessary; she put on the dress and corset herself and could easily take it off. But this was also for his delight. Sebastian pulled at the corset stays and they fell away easily. Next was her dress and they slowly kissed as it floated to the floor. She climbed into the bed as he picked up the garments and folded them, a habit really since neither cared if their clothes were on the floor after a night of passion, or a night of simply holding one another.

"I'm sorry my sweet," she said as she curled into his arms, her breasts brushing his chest and her legs wrapping around his side. "Maybe a few hours of sleep will give me the energy to try again."

He nodded and stilled. "Mey-Rin, your monthly was two weeks ago, correct?"

"Yes. We made love two nights ago, and all last week."

He calculated and sighed. He had hoped that the fatigue was because she was with child. "Not yet, my dear," he muttered, to himself, as he listened to the woman in his arms softly drift to sleep.

He was awoken by a kiss on the cheek and he blinked. Rarely did he sleep. He closed his eyes to pass the time, but sleeping was something that was rare. He turned and saw Mey-Rin smiling, blinking a bit of the sleep out of her eyes still. "My love?"

"Just wanted to wake you so I can make love to you," she said kissing him again. He felt her hand on his cock and smiled. She had often woken up hungry for him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he sad quietly and helped her shift onto him, feeling her wet sex and her hand guiding him into her.

He watched her close her eyes as he slipped deeper into her, her guiding her body down his length. No matter how many times they made love or just fucked, the feeling of her warm tunnel on his large cock always made him even harder. They did not say a word, just stared into each others eyes as they stroked each others desire, exploding in moans and small noises. They had to be quiet when they were in the manor; his hands slipped to her breasts and roughly pinched her nipples, making her yelp.

"Scream my dear," he said, flipping her over and pounded her into the mattress. "No one hears us out here. What is your command?"

"Fuck me."

"Yes, my lady, however I asked you to scream for me."

She licked her lips and moved her hands over his arms. She rode her first orgasm and Sebastian drank in the vanilla scent floating around him. She lifted her eyes to his and licked her lips again. "Sebastian, fuck me. Oh gods - FUCK ME!"

A night they had planned of gentle love making turned into a heated desire and rough sex, the kind they had not had in months, and as they panted, clawed, and shouted, was months overdue. Sebastian planted his seed into her in a roar she joined in as the sun came up.