Scarlet Sins

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The raw, jagged, electric spark that erupted from her panting voice mixed with the settling, meek whimpering of his danced in rhythm as the last cathedral bell tolled. The first request was a simple one to begin with. Madame Red asked Grell to kiss her and not hold anything back, a mutual exercise they both participated in with their hungry desire, their busy tongues, and hot bodies-bodies that began to become lubricated with beads of sweat. Grell, sweet-minded human butler Grell, awkwardly fumbled with the buttons of his Lady's nightgown, was thrilled yet a nervous wreck. It was more of a challenge to be a suave, charming young bloke than how his dreams depicted him- a sexually confident "young woman", who lured Sebastian with his feminine charms, and flashed a sweet smile, a seductive glint in his eyes and a show of his smooth skin upon his thigh. Only in his dreams had he and Sebastian made love so heart-pounding, so hot and so right that Grell woke in joyous splendor to his own essence caked into the sheets as the soul proof that he, in fact, had a pent-up sexual urgency to be touched, and Madame Red was fulfilling that need now.

"Grell, tear it off if you need to," Madame Red panted in his ear, licking it to encourage him. On the other hand, Grell did not need encouragement now due to how thick and throbbing his erection was pressing against her inner thigh, begging to be touched, licked, sucked, inside of her. Release.

Grell looked at her, in wild bemusement. "B-But, Madame, I-"

"I told you to call me, Angelina, Grell." A kiss was planted at the crook of his neck, a place she knew was tender to the touch.

"Ah! A-Angelina...Oh!" Grell shuddered, jerking his hands apart, in turn ripping the nightgown down the middle, the buttons falling to the ground in various clicking arrays. His face fell, but his cock grew towards the sky even more at the site of her there-kneeling down, legs parted, round breasts that glowed in the pale light, skin the shamed a newly born's smoothness, and a sexy set of curves.

"O-Oh my...o-oh God, I-I am sorry! Th-That was y-your nightgown, A-Angelina! I-I am so sorry, it was so pretty on you, I am sorry, I'll kill myself if you want me to....to...O-Oh..."

Madame Red groaned as she pressed herself into Grell's nude frame, causing him to blush more, but he held her as they fell back together, kissing passionately as if they had never kissed anyone else before. "I don't care about that old thing," she whispered between kisses, her hand traveling down to Grell's aching pleasure. "All I care about is now is you, how you are making me want you, how I want you to make me scream, make me come, make me crave you, and make me want to make you want me more than a whore's blood upon your chainsaw."

"Angelina...yes," he moaned. He answered to her hand around his cock by bucking his hips, eager for her to touch him there more. How sinful this was! How delicious, how forbidden! Madame Red saw the shades of red spread across her butler's face, tears building up in his beautiful emerald pools that reflected her image. He smiled in serenity, so much in the moment shared between them. His smile made him look like the Virgin Mary.

Their swollen lips kissed and kissed, Grell turned his attention in a kind, respectful manner to her neck. He pierced her skin, biting her, marking her as his own, then kissing the marks to sooth the pain. She cried his name before straddling his hips, cock still in hand. From the tip, pearls dripped which formed small white ribbons all over her hand, a sweet lubricant for her hand to pump him faster-the sweet scent of dead roses and honey. The promise of those ribbons decorating inside of her enticed the beckoning of her trembling spirit, her whole self, to settle upon her servant's pulsating knife while it slide inside of her. A perfect fit, like a glove; a wild, untamed moan escaped from her lips as her body made itself at home upon Grell, rocking her hips with his frantically.

"A-Angelina, A-Ah! Oh...fuck!" His hands immediately clapped over his mouth. Grell was shocked that such a filthy word came from his vocabulary. He fearfully looked up at his mistress, who was looking down on him with half-lidded eyes curtained with pleasure, riding him.

"Why, Grell..." She rose, then fell, rose then fell hard. "Such vulgarity. If I did not know better...ah! I-I would think that you had a mouth of a common harlot." Her moans bounced off the walls, casting a song, a symphony, only the two could sing along to. "Naughty boy, Grell...so naughty!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Angelina...f-forgive me!" Grell pushed up inside her, his length felt so warm and protected it seemed that he himself had melted inside of her-melted and became one person with her, his Angelina. "Angelina...ah!" The quality of his quivering need, his dazed words that possessed a hint of erratic wildness, gave birth to his transition from brown hair to a dazzling red, straight, white teeth to sharp, gleaming ones, and a slightly larger body mass. Madame Red felt his cock grow inside of her, almost breaking her entire self, yet she wanted it to grow more, like a seedling blossoming into a plump, mature rose with dew falling gently from its petals. Before her widening eyes, there was Grell, the Grell she had met years before. Her scarlet sin, the redness that leaked from her heart but in a Shinigami form shamed the reddest rose, and brought joy to her damaged heart and weeping loneliness.

"Why, Angelina, how beautiful you look!" He held her hips steady and firm. "Would you care to partake in a vigorous exercise with me? We girls have to stay in," he thrusted up inside her more, "tip-top shape."

"Oh God, yes, Grell," she whimpered. "Work me to the bone. You shall not regret it."

"Yes, my Lady."

Soundlessly, the night began to age. Like distilled liquor, the later hours brought a more pure, sweeter taste. Sometime between Madame Red riding Grell to spilling herself over his exploding length, his cum soaking, leaking from her entrance, to her sucking Grell's length, swallowing all he could offer, to Grell flipping his Lady on her back against the fluffy pillows, his prey right where he wanted her.

Grell stroked Madame Red's cheek, looking genuinely euphoric and happy. "Angelina," he breathed out, his signature grin causing her to become wet and excited again. She smiled back.

"I love you, Grell." Madame Red never meant for those three words, those eight little letters, to come out, especially with his name followed after. It just...came out. It was, however, the truth, and if there was one thing Madame Red valued over anything was being true to herself as a woman. She looked at him directly, yet on the inside, she was nervous.

In all her life, Madame Red felt like she was standing upon a great precipice, dangling from a ripping thread with nobody to pull her back to safety, nobody to tell her to be strong. Inside her own soul, she was screaming. Her voice powerful, operatic, a shriek that belonged in a torture chamber that nobody could hear-except Grell. He was right here, loving her,trusting her, promising such a strong contract with her, it was like marriage. 'What a sinful woman I am,' she thought while Grell slide inside of her, and at last she was fulfilled-completely.

"I love you, t-too, Angelina. Oh...God, how tight you are, my Lady," Grell moaned in her ear as he pushed into her more, burying himself up to the hilt. "Ah! Spread your legs! Let me in, mon ami, let me in." Madame Red spread her legs as far as she could, feeling Grell's length move in further then withdrawing slowly, painfully. "N-No...stay, please stay, don't leave me...alone," she begged, tears suddenly cascading down her face. 'Don't leave me, please don't leave me! Don't leave me like he did. He who chose my sister...he who could've loved me! Don't leave me! God took my husband, my child, they left me...don't leave. Stay, Grell...stay...with me. Stay! Please!'

The movements ceased from both parties. Madame Red upheld a strong facade to conceal her true nature-the tragic and downtrodden girl of a wealthy family that was terrified of being left behind again. Thus, she latched onto Grell, crying. Grell froze. Again, he did not like seeing his Lady cry. Soft caresses and chaste kisses were his gift to her. His presence, his love, his everything was solace in itself to her.

"I will stay, Angelina. Forever, if you want me to."

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, Grell." She kissed him. "Grell, love me, make me feel you, make me bleed, make me scream, make me want, make me feel alive, just prove to me that you are here, loving me, wanting me, keeping me from rotting away in my own sorrow!"

Grell swallowed the lump in his throat, turning a new shade of crimson. He felt like he was being reborn. He was falling in love. Real love. "Yes, Angelina, My Lady."

They were not having sex. They were making love. Together.

"Grell!" was what she cried after he bit deep into her neck, tasting her delicious blood, an elixir he could drink forever along with her wetness. He slammed into her repeatedly, hearing his deep grunts of pleasure mix with her elegant moans of wanting him to bring her to the point of no return. Wrapping her legs around his slim waist, locking her ankles, pulling him in deeper, created a deep rhythm between the two scarlet sweethearts.

"Oh! So naughty! Oh, you bad girl!" Grell moaned. "Oh, I am cumming...ah! AH! O-Ohhh! Oh, yes, hahahaha! Angelina!"

"Grell! Yes! Yes! Ah!" Madame Red screamed his name before she felt herself cum with him.

He collapsed like a timbering sycamore upon her trembling body, aching in the sweet afterglow. He panted in her ear, red hair dispersed over him, over her-a blanket of red acting as their cocoon, a personal shelter to protect them from their horrid solitude the world so bitterly gave them.

"I love you, Angelina," Grell said weakly, holding her close. Holding him in return, she remained mum. There were no words needed to describe the small piece of happiness she felt at that very time and moment.

At last, asleep at sunrise, the two scarlet sins found repose.

TBC...