Now that the staff knew about the feelings Sebastian and Mey-Rin had for one another, it made some things a bit easier. Sebastian presented Mey-Rin a ring, making her cry for two days, and Finnian clap his hands when he saw the pair together. The young master had insisted they hurry and make things official and Sebastian readily agreed. He wanted her honor as a lady to not be stained, despite they were still trying to have a child together in their private moments. Sebastian glided up the stairs and listened as the heartbeat of his beloved grew stronger.
"My love," he whispered, as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck and moved up, capturing her lips. "Mmm, you smell and taste amazing." He turned her and wrapped her in his arms, her hands clenching his coat and pulling them tighter together. He and the young master had gone to London for a week to investigate something for the Queen.
"I have missed your lips on mine," she muttered as she pulled away. Her eyes flashed and she smiled coyly. She pulled away and backed into the bed, slowly pulling him forward by his coat labels. "And your body on mine."
She laid down and Sebastian moved on to the bed, straddling her hips. He looked down and licked his lips, his red eyes drinking in her dark night gown. He watched as her breasts, free from a corset moved against the fabric and just peaked out of the lacy top hem. His lover bit her lip and moaned. Smiling he undid his coat and dropped it beside the bed.
"Mey-Rin, my darling," he breathed. "How does being married to me in a week sound?"
Her eyes danced, new tears clinging to her eyelashes. "In a week? Oh, so fast! I haven't even decided on which dress I saw last time we were in London!"
He smiled and leaned down, his hands on either side of her face. "I know. So I brought back both."
"My love - they cost a fortune for both!"
He stroked her cheek and smiled wider. "I plan on marrying you only once in this lifetime."
She moved so his burning fingers brushed her cheeks again. "And we have many lifetimes to do it again," she sighed.
"Eternity is indeed a long time."
She smiled and leaned up. "I can't wait to start."
He brushed his love's lips and breathed into her as they deepened the kiss. He couldn't imagine not having her with him and the young master till the end of time. The parted and her eyes were on fire with desire. He smiled slowly.
"Ah the best way to make sure you are eternal, hmm?" he looked down at her and down her bodice now. "Are you sure your body can handle what I have been dying to give it for a week?"
"I may be a bit out of practice," she replied, her tone changing into the sexy minx and toying bed mate she had embraced the past month after they voiced their feelings to everyone in the Phantomhive manor. Still only Ciel knew that they were sleeping together, and he didn't even address the fact as long as the pair continued to do their jobs protecting him and being as efficient as always.
"I'll make your body remember," he growled into her ear. "How attached are you to this gown?"
"I had hoped to wear it for my lover," she sighed. She slid her hands up his shirt. Flicker her eyes up to meet his, she said, "How attached are you to this shirt?"
They were treated to another fabric shower as they both ripped the pieces off as best as the could, finally finding the pants hard to rip, yet easily undone. Sebastian wrapped her in his arms and flipped so she was on top, her breasts shaking as he helped her move, sinking down his cock, so ready for her sex, her hands on his chest, clawing at his hard abs, her sex so ready for his cock.
He thrust deep into her and covered her mouth in time as the yell of pleasure came bubbling up and out, sounding only like a yelp. He chuckled as he held his hand on her mouth and moved his other one up her side, playing with her hardening nipples. He bucked steadily into her body and felt her first orgasm. He sat up and pulled her down by her hips as he bounced up as best as he could in the confined area of their union. He wrapped her legs around his waist and stood, his cock not angling deeper and new, walking her to the wall and placing her back against it. A change and freedom for him to freely slice in and out, quickly, slowly, thursts, pounds, and capturing her moans with his mouth. This, he relished as his lover came a second time, flooding his cock with the liquid it needed to let him buck even faster, was what he would enjoy forever. Literally. He looked down into her eyes and he kissed her.
"When was your monthly?"
"Last week!" she gasped as he placed her on the bed, kneeling on it himself and let the bed shift in time to their love making.
"Ah, a fertile womb," he whispered, leaning over her and smiling. "May I beg you to occupy it?"
"Ah, fuck me! Give me your child! Please, let me change," she panted as she rode another orgasm.
His cock swelled and dumped his load into her, knowing as he did so and held her gaze, bucking deep, that she was silently praying the same thing - let this time be the time they got pregnant. They had given themselves a year to try the easier, less painful way to convert her from a frail, mortal, human to a strong, eternal, half-demon, and had a little over eight months left on their self-imposed calendar. Sebastian could convince her to extend the time, knowing how painful it would be on both of them to have her bled, sexed roughly, scrapped out of her human desires, and fed the eternal flames of hell back into her blood, making her for sure infertile. If she got pregnant and converted, she would retain part of her humanity, allowing them the opportunity to become pregnant again. He held her; if it was this hard to get her to have a child with him as a full human, it would be miracles upon miracles to get her pregnant after this baby. But, as he stiffened again in her sex, he would try. She would be a wonderful mother. She would be a wonderful wife. She would be a wonderful half-demon.
"Sebastian!"
"Mey-Rin," he sighed, once more taking his lover into his arms and nipping at her neck. "Oh my beautiful Mey-Rin. No matter what, if we get pregnant this time or not, you will be legally my wife in a week."
He felt tears as they made love, a little less rough, a little more touching and roaming hands now that the initial need to fuck and have her body on his, subsided. They kissed and he stroked her body up to the fiery heat of hell once more. He only slipped out after feeding her his seed, letting her cool and ride the last of the passionate orgasms, and let her take him in her mouth and into her body again as the sun slowly rose and he could hear the other staff members rise for the day. He stayed firmly in his lover, demanding silently that her body take his seed, her womb would allow it to find its prize and start a tiny life, changing their lives.
"I love you," she whispered as she stood, a night of mind-blowing passion showing in light bruises and her reddened, used, sex shining proudly on her body.
He rubbed her hips and sides, frowning a bit. He hated when he left marks. He kissed her and bit her lip a bit, drawing blood. He pulled back and bit his own and kissed her again, mixing their blood.
Demon blood had certain properties that made humans react differently, and when given in small doses - a single drop was enough - their mortal bodies became temporarily immortal, wiping any bruises and infirmaries out of their system. Sebastian had practically begged on his knees to do so when she was hurt. She had firmly denied his pleas, saying she was scared of what it would do to her. They had not promised each other anything other than the passion of each others emotions and feelings. She was scared he would pull away, and being the lover of her wishes, Sebastian, painfully, had obeyed her almost order not to heal her with his blood.
Once they had made their desires for a lasting, eternal, life with one another, he had ventured again to ask to use his blood to lessen the glorious after effects of their passion. She had insisted she had made it five months as a "frail" woman who took a demon willingly into her body and dealt with the bruises before, and could do the same now she knew. Until he had fucked her too hard and heard her hip break as he pushed her into the bed while chained. She had gladly taken the two drops he fed her, her body knitting back the bone in only a few minutes.
"Ah, as good as new," he whispered, watching as her eyes glassed for a moment and she blinked, the look fading as quick as her bruises. "I love you so."
