Dragus returned his hand to her pussy, bringing her to the edge again and again. Each time, he pulled away at the last second. Each time, she would groan, wanting the release. Rosalina's mind was beginning to fog with the desperate desire for orgasm.

"Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give it to you. I'll give you every release you've missed out on up to this point, I promise you," he said gently.

Rosalina still remained silent and, so, his hand went to work again, nearly bringing her to climax before he stopped. A mixture of a moan and a cry escaped her mouth. She was ashamed that she was letting him affect her this way. "Please," she whispered, letting a tear fall.

"What? Speak up, Rose," he encouraged.

"P-please," she paused, "Master."

The smile on his face couldn't possibly get any wider. "That's my girl." He returned his fingers to her clit, playing circles around the swollen bud. It only took a few seconds for Rose to find her release in a single convulsion, crying out. He slowed the pace of his motions, bringing her down from the peak. Dragus kissed her cheek and knelt down in front of her.

She peered down at him, her eyes glazed over. Rose watched as his tongue slipped from his mouth and into the folds of her wet pussy. The feeling was amazing, pure ecstasy. She hated the fact that it was him doing this to her, but she couldn't help the way her body was reacting to this demon. Once she admitted the fact that there was nothing else she could do to fight this, at least for the moment, she gave into it, feeling every pang of pleasure shooting through her nerves. She was too far gone at this point.

Grasping the chains in each hand, she rocked her hips into his tongue and rode out yet another orgasm. He rose to face her again, licking his lips clean of her juices. She hung her head in shameful defeat as he freed his cock. Taking it in his hand, he positioned himself at her entrance.


"No one is coming for you, Rose," he said, spinning the tails in the air slowly. "Your friend is dead. I killed him after you left that warehouse." He smiled as her eyes widened in horror at his confession. "And Sebastian won't come. He's too concerned with his own master to be worried about you. What makes you think he'd leave the boy alone to come after you?" he asked, matter-of-factly.

Rosalina wanted to scream, but, the truth was, she had nothing to say. It was true. Sebastian wouldn't leave Ciel by himself to save her; she knew it. She stared at the ground. Dragus took her lack of focus as a chance to strike. The spinning tails drew closer, making contact with her pussy, over and over again. It was light strokes at first, but as he drew closer, the harder they would get.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the feeling. There was pain and, then, there was the pleasure. There was the initial sting and, then, the burn…that deep pleasurable burn. Biting her lip, she hummed through it, a deep low hum.

"Rose, look at me," he said gently. Dragus, she'd come to know, enjoyed playing the gentleman, making her feel like he cared, when in reality, he didn't. Even though she knew this, sometimes, it sounded so real. He lifted her chin and she glanced into his eyes. Those red orbs gazed back at her, going from a caring stare to a conniving one. "He doesn't care about you. I watched you that night, you know. I saw what you let him do to you, only to have him leave your side as soon as you feel asleep. He's never cared, Rose, and never will."

It was hard, keeping her emotions in check. She wanted to cry. Rosalina had begun to realize that she loved that demon, her creator. Sebastian. She'd let herself get her hopes up, wanting so badly for him to feel that way about her. However, she'd realized that next morning that he hadn't gotten those emotions back. There was no way he'd ever feel the same.

The demon nuzzled into her neck. "It's better for you to accept the facts now. He won't come. That young master of his needs him too much and he's too willing to provide. He's probably looking at it like: you're a demon; you can take care of yourself," he said nonchalantly. "And you can, if you just accept the facts. It's true that, in a fight between you and me, you would never win, but I don't want to fight you, Rose. If you submit to me, there'll be no fighting. I'd rather have you by my side than as my enemy."

Rose took in his words carefully. His hand began sinking lower, drifting past her belly. When those fingers reached her core, she gasped, realizing she'd become aroused. He'd taken her focus away from the whips and touches. Dropping the cat to the floor, he let his other hand graze over the curvature of her ass, across the concave of her back, and around to her breast.

"You don't need him, Rose. I can give you everything."

Those fingers sunk into her, bending into that certain spot that made her arch into him. Dragus never kissed her on the mouth; instead he would always kiss her cheek, forehead, or, in this case, her neck and chest. Everything seemed to overwhelm her mind. There were so many questions left unanswered.

"He left you. It's so easy for him, isn't it? He left you alone that day, too."


Sebastian stood at the precipice, the entrance into Dis. Rosalina stood beside him, taking in all that was around her. The flames of Hell reflected in her eyes. She seemed almost drained of all emotion. It was like the transformation had sucked everything from her. A part of him hated that.

He didn't want to leave her, but she had ordered him. It was her last wish. "Sebastian, I order you," she had whispered to him after waking up in the middle of the night, still in his arms, "to make me into a demon. It's my last order, the very last one." He'd told her about the law and she'd told him that it was ok, that it was what she wanted.

A young demon, by appearance only, walked up to them, nodding to Sebastian. He looked to Rose and motioned for her to follow him. She didn't hesitate. Turning, he let his demon form take shape and dropped off the cliff, without looking back, as he extended his wings mid-fall. Rosalina did turn back and she watched him fade away.

That day, Sebastian knew that he would regret it. Ever since he had to end her life in order for her to start anew, ever since he felt that gut-wrenching pain as her soul died, he knew. What he didn't understand, however, was why. Why would he regret it? Could he regret? It wasn't a feeling he'd ever remembered.


Rosalina's breathing labored, feeling Dragus speed up his motions. She couldn't slow the beating of her heart. As she felt her climax drawing near, he stopped.

"Rose, you're thinking too much. Stop and just feel," he said softly, bringing himself to her entrance."

That was one thing she could never do. Every time she tried, it only worsened. That butler's very scent would fill the air around her and only she could smell its deep floral musk. She would feel his skin, soft and cool, against her own. She'd feel the warm scruff of his wool uniform along with the silk of his gloves against her cheek. Flashes of his face burned onto the backs of her eyelids.

Then, she would remember. Rose would sense the emptiness. That feeling would disappear as quickly as he had. There was no comforting scent or warmth to sink into. He was gone; he'd left her.

Dragus filled her in one swift thrust, groaning at how wet and tight she'd become. Her body always betrayed her. Her mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of another demon butler: Her Butler.

Suddenly, her mind went blank, completely. Rosalina only felt the abrupt explosion of pleasure within her. Her scream was hardly audible to her and she didn't feel when he'd reached his end as well. Everything was muted.

Dragus stood there, still buried inside, and stilled his breath. Taking a hand from her hip, he reached up to her face, which was hidden by her hair. He didn't need to move it away far to see that he'd won. His task was complete.

A single bloody, red tear rolled down, staining a path down her cheek, and he smiled. "That's my girl."


A/N: I know this one was a little short, but I've had writer's block so I had to deal with what I got. I'm happy with how it turned out, though. Dragus got to me in this one, too; the way I've imagined this character is soooo…evil. His fake kindness clashes so harshly with that conniving personality that…I dunno; I think I kind of like it…

Anyways, this is drawing closer and closer to the end, now. Let me know what you guys think!