Stuffed Eclair

Sebastian smiled as Finny left the garden. He had actually not killed anything, or made a mess. He was proud of the boy. Sebastian didn't tell him that, but didn't scold him, and by the way Finny skipped off, smiling, he figured he had done well.

"Your smile is nice," Mey-Rin said as she walked down the path, approaching him. "You should smile more."

"But then the staff would think I am nice. Lenient. Soft. Caring."

"You mean they would know you are nice, lenient, and caring. I very much doubt you are soft," she said, stepping closer, her breasts barely brushing his arm. He reached out and placed a hand on her waist which made her glance down and then back up. "See? You are caring."

"No, I'm stopping you and I from doing something we both wish to do." He sighed and looked back down the path. "Sometimes temptation isn't a good thing to give into."

Mey-Rin licked her lips. "You owe me some dessert. Perhaps that is what we both wish to do?"

Sebastian licked his lips as well, and watched as Mey-Rin's breathing hitched. He smiled and gazed at her as her eyes widened a bit, anticipating. "I do, don't I?"

"May I call in that dessert tonight?"

"I will not object dining on some sweets. In my bedroom perhaps?"

"You know what they say about eating in bed," Mey-Rin said, walking a bit closer, his hand slipping behind her back. "It can get rather sticky."

"Epecially Eclairs," he breathed.

"And Victorian Sponge Cake."

He leaned down and placed his lips on hers for a deep, and brief kiss. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to invite you sooner."

"It makes the dining experience more pleasurable. However," she added, pulling back, "don't Eclairs have to be cold?"

"I will be serving a very warm Eclair."

"Well you ate my steaming hot Sponge Cake," she whispered. "Right from the oven in fact."

"Oh, my dear," he moaned as she molded her body to his, feeling how his rising Eclair was showing he was ready now. "I love my Sponge Cake nice and hot."

"I can't wait to have a hot Eclair. Maybe they are better then cold ones."

And Mey-Rin wisely ripped herself from his body and walked on to the Manor. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. Sebastian's cock was straining from the smoldering look she gave him and he turned to walk down the path she had come from. He sighed and reached inside his pants and snaked his cock out, spraying a batter of his filling into the rose bush Finny had finished cutting.

It had been three days, tormenting days in their own right, since Sebastian had caught Mey-Rin making a real Victorian Sponge Cake. He had startled her, had watched her, and had smiled as he heard her run up the stairs, her longing trailing after her. The moment of unguarded lust in her eyes as he plucked her glasses off, was enough to seal the decision, make him wade into a tempting situation. All the times he caught her, and watched her lips part, felt the heat rise off her body as he righted her, and all the times her eyes roamed his body when he wasn't facing her, had made him walk up the stairs, the desire she had hinted was for him and his own desires for her body, propelling him along. And he was bold to assume that the cake was code. And he was bold to flirt with her. In her room. Alone. Her wearing a night gown that he wished was more transparent. Letting him see everything before he touched her. Wanting to touch her to see everything.

And he had pushed her to reveal why she was baking a cake, and she gave into his fingers, as he suspected she would. And he had satisfied both his need to be on a woman's body, and her need to have him on hers. Of course they had not done anything but lick her sex, her begging to feed his Eclair into her even as he moved away, steadying himself for her eager dessert tasting.

"Are you going to actually wipe the table down or simply stare at it?" Ciel's voice ripped into his daydream.

Sebastian snapped back and looked at his master.

"I thought I sensed something." Always a good excuse.

Ciel huffed and swiped another biscuit from the table. "Move faster if you don't want me eating."

Sebastian smiled a bit as the man moved out of the room and back across the vast open hall and into his Library. The boy who had called him in desperation was always lurking under the airs of the man who now commanded a strong business and the underground of impolite society.

Sebastian did indeed move swiftly, cleaning up and placing the left overs into boxes, which he would deliver to the nearby church for the poor. He was not an entirely heartless demon, just one hell of a good Butler, who knew that not everyone had luxuries such as food, bedding, and the opportunity to combine them with a lovely red-head who he was sure would find some new dessert for him to try. But tonight was his turn. He would feed her Eclairs until she could handle no more. He snorted as he heard her move above him as he climbed the stairs. He would be careful with her. A delicate human on a demon's cock would not end in pleasure. He had done the very move several times, each time knowing that as the human enjoyed a small beginning of pleasure, he could rip them and toss them, unsatisfied, into the abyss of Hell. His Maid was not one of these foolish women or men who presented themselves as a delicious morsel who wanted only their satisfaction, no, Mey-Rin wanted his as well. Although dining on her Victorian Sponge Cake was rather more pleasurable for them both in the moment, he had found much pleasure the next few days in the memory of her creame flooding his mouth.

"You look like you are stalking your prey," Mey-Rin cooed as she opened the door to the shared bathroom and walked towards him. "Something on your mind, Mister Sebastian?"

"Yes, a certain dessert I was wondering if I should place on the menu. Perhaps you should come with me and see if it satisfies?"

"Is it big enough? I haven't eaten in a few hours."

"I haven't eaten in days, and I think it's very much enough. I had to test it just this afternoon," he whispered as she stood once more in front of him. "It was disappointing I wasn't able to starve myself just a bit more."

"Oh no, not starvation. One must stay full, and satisfied," she whispered back as she slid her hands up his arms. They were around the corner, away from any eyes if Finny or Bard walked down the hall. Of course the gas lamps were off, so they were standing in the semi-darkness. The light from Sebastian's room were already on, and shone a bit on them as they leaned into the wall.

"Can I entice you into my dining room?"

"Mm… do I get to have you lay on the bed?"

"I do believe that would work the best."

"Better tasting that way?"

Sebastian closed the door and drank in the way Mey-Rin was already sliding off her night gown, much more see through and easier to take off. He walked the three quick steps and leaned down, taking her lips with his and snaking his arms around her like a hungry man for her kisses.

"Your mouth is tasty as well," he whispered as they kissed again. "May I ask for another helping of Victorian Sponge Cake?"

"After my Eclair. I am sure the filling will be much better afterwards," Mey-Rin said, moaning as Sebastian slid his hands up to her breasts and flicked her nipples. "I'd hate to spoil you with a weak offering."

"Fair enough," he said. She slid his jacket off and folded it over the nearby chair. He undid his white top and walked over to her and placed it over the back of the chair as well. "How do you take you Eclair's wrapping off?"

She groaned and bit her lip as her fingers skirted her bare sex. "Lay on the bed, my Eclair. I think I like to unwrap it slowly." She reached for his bulging front and looked into his eyes. "Or not slowly at all. You feel like you may melt."

"I shall not melt at all until you have sucked all the filling out to your hearts desire."

"I like the filling."

"As much as I like the creme?"

She smiled and pushed him to sit down on the bed. She straddled his lap and locked her arms around his neck. "I think we are pretty evenly matched in our desire for quality desserts."

"Mmm… good answer."

Mey-Rin gave a breathy laugh and kissed him. "I like your naked chest. I can finally see some of those muscles. However… the gloves. You really want to serve Eclair with gloves?"

"They are really messy. Even when eaten by experts."

She smiled and kissed him hard again. "Fine. Gloves on. I think they heighten the forbidden nature of eating an Eclair, actually."

"I concur."

Mey-Rin placed her hands on his belt and stepped back, her feet on the ground and slowly undid his pants. Their gaze was unwavering as she pushed his zipper down and he lifted his butt off the bed, letting her slide them down to his knees. She placed her hand on the sides of the pants and pulled, yanking them off as she stepped back. Leaving her Butler clad in gloves and an obvious Eclair showing in his undergarments. She smiled and placed her hand on it, wrapping the fabric around it and slide up and down a few times. It was thick and long, and she smiled.

"I think a warm Eclair is going to be my new dessert."

And she unhooked his undergarments, freeing his throbbing sex to be seen by her. Sebastian smiled; his cock was large even in his human state, and he had damaged lesser dessert eaters. Mey-Rin's eyes gleamed as his cock sprang into view, standing up, tall, thick, and announcing itself with the barest of wetness already on the tip. She worked his pants off the rest of the way and slide her hands up his now exposed legs, the soft skin of his thighs, trailing into his inner thighs, smiling as his breathing hitched as she lightly skirted around his sacks and then finally glided up to the top of his cock.

"Oh, dear me, a big Eclair for sure," she whispered as she leaned forward, her eyes back on his even as she snaked her tongue out and licked around the tip. "I am not sure I can eat everything."

"I took all the Victorian Sponge Cake you offered," Sebastian said calmly, raising his hand as he brushed across her cheeks. "How can one properly eat a dessert if one isn't committed to devouring it all?"

She looked down and licked his Eclair once more. "I suppose you are right. You enjoyed the dessert I made, and it's rude not to do the same when one is offered."

And she sat up a bit more and leaned over, her breasts resting on her arms as she snaked her hands over his hips and up his stomach. And she opened her mouth and sucked in his tip and a few inches in one bob of her head.

"Oh… Sponge Cake!" he sighed as his left hand raked into her hair and he met her gaze, over his cock in her mouth, over his abs, over his pecs, and into his eyes. It was like a connection from the depths of Hell itself it rocked him so deeply. He licked his lips and laid back a bit. "Oh… gods…"

Mey-Rin smiled and worked her lips and tongue, the two pleasuring tools at her disposal she wished to use to get her delicious and promised Eclair nice and hard, ready for the explosion of creame. She moved her hands across his thighs, scrapping her nails down his flesh, and up again, closer and closer to his cock to his balls, and then up his stomach, tracing the small ripples of his muscles as he breathed, sat up a bit, sucked in his breath. She smiled as he bit his lip and grabbed her hand and laced his fingers with hers.

"My gods… you are talented when eating your sweets."

She raised up, swirling her tongue over his tip as she let him go. His Eclair was shiny and wet, and not all from her mouth. "I haven't had experience in eating such a fine Eclair, Mister Sebastian, but I am glad to hear that I am doing a good job."

"Oh, dear, Sponge Cake, coy doesn't look good on you," he breathed tipping her chin up and brushing his gloved fingers over her lips. "You are too good for me to treat so badly. I wonder if I shouldn't feed you now."

Mey-Rin worked her way up his naked body, and placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled. "Don't you dare. I want to earn my dessert. Every way I can."

"Wicked little Sponge Cake," he muttered as their lips met. "But I am distracting you form your enjoyment," he added, pulling back with a smile on his lips. "I'm sorry."

"And you call me 'wicked,'" she muttered as she kissed his lips once more. She chuckled as she kissed his neck, her hands over his shoulders and chest, rubbing over his hard nipples, as hard as hers, and she kissed them lightly as he had done. She licked and kissed down to his stomach and snaked her hands around his cock once more. "I don't quite remember where I was," she whispered between stoking his cock and licking the base of it. "I hope it doesn't melt while I re-trace my memory."

"I thought you were an assassin," he remarked, meeting her eyes. He huffed and shook his head a bit. "I didn't know you also specialized in all sorts of torture. Is that anyway to treat dessert? Torture it until there is nothing left?"

Mey-Rin glided her hands up and down his meaty cock and looked at it for a moment and shrugged. "Perhaps it is too much."

"Gods, woman," Sebastian moaned. He sat up and bent over, meeting her lips as she sat up on her knees. "I made this Eclair just for you."

"And your desserts are the finest made," she said, capturing his lips again. "Maybe a bit more? I should enjoy it; who knows when I get such a fine one?"

Sebastian placed his gloved hands on her face and guided her lips back to his cock. "Depends on how well you eat your meals. So far, I'd guess, we may not be starving too long between them."

Mey-Rin plunged down on her prized dessert and closed her eyes at the thought of being able to do this very thing again to the Butler. She hummed on his cock and worked her hands, fingers, tongue and cheeks to feed his large Eclair down her throat, into her, out of him, and desperately communicating how much she was enjoying dining on his offering. She once more went to bobbing her head and raking her nails against his taunt, sensitive skin, dragging his creame into her mouth as his juices peaked and made gliding up and down easier. He thrusted into her mouth and she clamped down on his base, jerking up as she pulled back, she pushed down as he once more bucked his hips, his hands on her head and on her cheek, stroking them as he looked down and bucked faster.

"Oh gods… so beautiful watching you prepare for the final part of the dessert."

He thrusted and she met his stroke. Mey-Rin snapped her eyes up to meet his, watching as they turned a red to pink, and settled on a mix, bright, needy, and delighted to watch her as well. She felt his Eclair pulse and soon there was a surge, and she slipped back, a few inches left in her mouth and gulped, sipped, lapped, at his creame, so heavy and thick in it's own right, she had to swallow fast and her eyes fluttered at the delectable taste. He was right; his Eclair was indeed the best she had ever had.

"Fuck," he whispered and met her smile. She bobbed down once more and dragged her lips against his semi-towering Eclair. She lifted up and the head of his cock made a small plopping and she licked her lips, sighing as she got a bit more off her chin. "Did that give you time to bake a Victorian Sponge Cake?"

Mey-Rin stood, now a bit over him as he slowly sat straighter. She stood between his legs, her body humming as she was sure his was when he licked her. "I think I may have enough creame to reciprocate."

His fingers glided between her lips and he plunged them into her, looking at her the whole time. "I do believe you have a batch."

She moaned as she leaned over and he kissed her hard nipples first before leaning up and kissing her lips. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"Ah, that language is so beautiful coming from those naughty lips," Sebastian muttered as he rubbed her deeper and stole the small kisses she was tentatively offering. "It's really a nice change from the rest of the time."

She leaned back and bucked her hips as he rubbed faster. "You want the language in the kitchen to go to rot?"

"No, of course not," he said, enjoying how her eyes closed and her face flushed as even he felt her orgasm build. "Only in the bedroom."

She exploded as he said the last word. She fell forward, her mouth working in a moan and a silent scream as she caught herself on his chest, her breasts smashing into his and her arms dangling down his back, like a rag doll whose Sponge Cake had deflated because all the creame was rubbed out.

"My, my, don't be broken on my account."

"You just really know how to get that creame," she whispered into his neck as she recovered. "Now I really need to fuck."

Sebastian turned so she was now on the bed, her legs dangling off the bed, like they had been the night he had started their tasting. He leaned over her and placed his hands on either side of her body, his eyes sweeping up and down as he licked his lips and kissed her jaw gently. "I don't want to hurt you, dear Mey-Rin."

She turned her head and kissed him just as gently. "Sebastian, I think I'd be more hurt if you refused to love me and my body."

"I'd never do that. I don't want to hurt you physically," he clarified.

"We are naked and your cock is brushing up against my sex. If you don't push it in, and fuck me, make me a Eclair Sponge Cake, I am going to be hurt." She held his gaze and smiled slowly. "I'm already a Eclair addict, so how much more physically painful can it be?"

He did indeed feel his cock at her entrance, and it would be so easy to slip in, to sip at her creame, to take his fill, because he wanted to, he desperately wanted to fuck the beautiful Maid. He wanted nothing more then to have his skin to continue to mold into hers.

"Perhaps we should wait for our next dessert night? Too many sweets," he finally said, raising up off her, agonizingly slow, making her grab at his side and his ass, demanding to be taken. "My dear, Mey-Rin, please. Desserts are meant to be savored."

"Screw savored," she moaned as she rolled on to her side, her breasts falling into stacked mounds on her chest. "Screw the dentist and his restrictions on eating desserts. I loved my Eclair, you had some more cake, and I just want to bake some more with you deep, deep in me," she said, sliding her left leg and hands up his hip and waist.

"However, if you would have noticed, I am merely asking for a third dessert tasting. Not a complete cut off." He slid his own hands up her legs and chest. "I wish to dine on you more, but now, my sweet dessert maker, let's rest and maybe in the morning we can have a second helping?"

Mey-Rin pouted but sighed. She finally smiled and kissed him deeply. "I should be thankful you don't want to make love now. I can try a new recipe next time."

He matched her smile and nodded. "I know some old recipes I think you'd enjoy immensely."

She slid her leg off his and curled into his chest. "You'll let me eat an Eclair in the morning?"

"Don't tell your boss you have dessert for breakfast."

She leaned up and kissed his chin. "Only if you don't tell him you also had a creamy breakfast."

He pulled her close and leaned his head on hers. "Our secret dessert special."

He felt the smile and blush warm him, and he soon was listening to the slow breathing of his dessert lover as he just held her through the night.