Sebastian was wrapped in chains. He normally like that, and the feeling of his cock being bathed in something warm was a bonus. But it wasn't Mey-Rin. It hadn't been Mey-Rin for a few sessions now... a few... he squeezed is eyes shut more. A few days, weeks... months? No... surely not that long... He didn't know, almost didn't care... He needed to get back to her - that was the thought that pulsed through his body and mind.
He opened his eyes and saw a torture demon smiling sharp teeth down at him.
"Ah you awake. A nasty ordeal that removal - you going in and out for a while now. I thought you would be fighting a bit harder." He shrugged and walked around the rack Sebastian's body was strung. He looked down and saw a damned soul taking him.
The demon cracked his whip and the damned got up and moved to take him in his body. "Pleasure or pain, Michaelis. Which will you pay with?"
"To protect my beloved, my unborn child," he spat out some blood, making sure it landed on the damned soul's chest. "I'll take both."
The torture demon sighed and nodded. "I always admired your devotion. No matter what it was - fucking, soul taking, hunting, or cracking this here whip with me on that rack - you did it perfectly."
"I aspire to be perfect in what I do."
"And you got a human perfectly pregnant."
He smiled. "It was a long road to do so, but I was able to."
"Instead of dragging her down here and letting the experts do it, you decide to take a darker path to immortality. I admire that… but you are here now."
"Experts?" he laughed and sent a wad of his cum into the body bucking on him. "Fuck, can't even find a soul to fuck right."
The demon cracked his whip and the damned soul moved off his hardened cock. His torturer now moved between his legs and Sebastian drilled his eyes into his. If he was going to take him, if his body was to be violated, as it had been in delight. He would make sure the pain he felt would reflect as pure pleasure. His insides were invaded with the hot embers of the torturer and he came again.
He closed his eyes, riding out the pain, imagining the soft hands and delicious skin of his lover. She was why he would endure this - this so called humiliation. He would pay for breaking a rule, for getting his lover, his human lover, pregnant.
Finally.
Finally Mey-Rin was carrying his child. He roared in joy as her body took him, fully and deeply, knowing that she wished to have another child. He tried to rest his hands on her hips, the swell of them now marked her a mother, a mother because of his child had been born. She was softer and more delicious. He came again. Taking the pleasure.
"Fuck Michaelis, are you sure that human you are trying to make half is so worth it? You have messed my perfect leather suit - twice. Ah, so good too." The demon grunted and Sebastian felt the hot cum land on his own chest. "Ah fuck me deeper - fucking fucker! The delicious sin of your body is mine and that human whore will be mine too. You love this! You can think of her, but my body is the one that is giving and taking the payment!"
"Gee, if you were better, I wouldn't be seeing my wife on my cock."
The chains hardened. The feeling deeper.
"Sebastian."
The whip came down on his chest. His cock was bathed once more and he held the gaze of the man he had taken his anger out on a few times.
"You are really running on low and bad information," Sebastian huffed. "My lover has been pregnant for a while. And I will work double to give her another, and another, and another! This torture only makes me want her body so much more."
"If she survives the birth, that child will be one of the first half-fallen the human world has seen in a while. You would have done better not to mark her with your seed and let us - me - take all that nasty humanity out. The Master could have given you worse than I, but I like your delicate flesh on mine. And the stench of a human - all that humanity you have begun to bring into your body. It's the rot I love."
"I guess you may start with my body to get rid of it!" Sebastian spat. "My heart is protected and my mind is as well. I love my human wife! I long to take my human contracted soul into my protection from this place! I will keep their humanity in my body as long as I am alive!"
"Sebastian."
"I thought I smelt the dirt of humans on you."
"Sebastian, please… be alive."
"Your death… can be arranged," the demon breathed into his ear as he moved and sliced his talons down his chest.
He felt the tingling and the heat. His body was being soaked in liquid flames, dancing on his skin, burning and warming. He screamed - in ecstasy. The feelings were what he needed. Torture. Punishment. His sin was to drink humanity - whole and deep. And he loved it. He loved the broken souls.
"Get up here! Now. Damn it! I will pull you from hell myself!"
Sebastian pulled himself free, the delight of the humans summoning him, bringing him the strength he needed. The hope of her being alive - and still pregnant - fed him deeper than a pure soul. And then Ciel. His mark. His master. Calling. His wife was also calling. He roared, the very black blood of his kind sizzling as he pushed off the demon, wrapping the sliver whip around his torturer's neck and snapping it with the strength he felt from above. From humans. The lowest creatures that Demons hunted, the hated, the loved, the only kind that Sebastian had ever found worth his time.
The damned soul joined the pile next and he looked around. They wanted him broken placing him so close to the inner chambers of the very depths of Hell. He wiped his mouth and smiled, his demon form freely taking shape. He knew he was devastatingly beautiful; a fallen angel among fallen. He heard the call and tug of his contract. He snarled and curled into the vaporous smoke driving into anyone, destroying anything in Hell that the Master put forth. He had to get back to his love.
His humans.
His child.
His true life.
