Slippers a la Créme

Sebastian knocked on the door to the pantry and Mey-Rin turned to see him blocking half the doorway. She smiled as his figure moved closer. And then her smiled widened even more as her eye sight became clear, her nose and breathing became lighter, easier.

"Honestly, I am surprised that they don't punch a hole in your delicate skin," Sebastian said softly as he held the weighty frames in his hand. He looked at her and brushed her cheek, his thumb coming away with the dirt that she had just beaten out of the carpet and was currently airing outside. "I don't want anything to blemish that skin."

Mey-Rin blushed and looked away and then back. "Too late."

He chuckled and leaned over a bit and smiled as her eyes went wide. "No one is near, my dear, we are safe for me to steal a kiss, and you one back, should you wish to."

She did wish, oh how she wished! And her hands dropped the bag she had brought in to wrap the string peas in, and wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips on his. They stood kissing like the desperate lovers who had not seen one another in years. It had been a few days since they had talked, promised, but only a bit less since they had kissed. But that was briefly, a quick stolen kiss. Now, she slid her hands over his back and sighed as his wrapped around her waist, gliding up her back and his long fingers tangled into her hair.

"My, my," he muttered as he pulled back. "A desperate kiss."

"Sorry," she whispered and looked down.

He dragged her chin up and cupped it delicately. "Never apologize. I surely will never do so if I am getting that kind of kiss. But, what I will apologize for is not coming and seeing you last night. I heard you at my door, knocking, but I was tending to the young master and his duties. I am very sorry about that."

"Just kiss me," she said. He obliged and they soon were swapping desperate kisses and his hands undid her apron strings and she slide it off her, letting it fall. Her hands shoved his coat off, and it fell along side her neat hair cap. "Sebastian," she moaned. "My love… oh gods, please…" she suddenly pushed him and he stood back, looking at her. She steadied her breath and looked up at him. "Not… not here. I don't want to... I mean, oh gods, do I. But… not here."

He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her gently. "I didn't want to take our dessert making here either, but you just are so tempting."

She smiled and ran her hands up his chest. "As are you. Tonight? Tonight can we… create something new?"

Sebastian chuckled and kissed her nose. "I will make sure to bid the Master goodnight extra early. I want our dessert making to last all night."

Mey-Rin crushed herself into his body and smiled into his chest. His own dessert was hard, and she knew hers was ready as well. "Tonight. Come find me?"

"Your bed or mine?"

She looked up and kissed him gently again. "Do you mind if we eat in yours again? It's bigger and has more room to… spread out."

He smiled and chuckled. "Yes, my Sponge Cake."

"Oh gods, I am hungry for Eclairs."

"Tonight, my love. All night. And if we have leftovers, before we need to be at work, in the morning."

She cupped his erection, boldly and smiled coyly up at him. "Always make a few batches. You never know when one of us will get hungry again."

He groaned and slide his hands over her breasts and kissed her deeply. "I know the feeling, sadly, very well. But…" he paused and stepped back, looking her up and down. "I think tonight is a wonderful start to getting those cravings fixed."

And he turned and left. Mey-Rin sucked in a deep breath and turned to the beans and placed two handfuls in the cloth bag. She smiled and stifled a girlish giggle, rising in her throat. Her hands would be working another kind of object that night.

Sebastian was begging to be released, except not begging, because he was a demon, and his Master was a mere human. He looked down at the young man his contract had become and frowned. If he and Lady Elizabeth were already married, or if they were of a lesser moral constitution, the other man would know what Sebastian was hinting at. Even demons has needs, should have been enough for the man.

"Oh, for gods sake… just leave me if you will whine about all this paperwork," Ciel finally said, rounding his desk and placing the brandy glass down. "I can manage to get this stack done, and you can manage… whatever comes after that." He looked at the papers and picked up the pen. He twirled in his hand and looked back at Sebastian. "When do we have to be in London?"

"Not until 2, my lord."

"Wonderful! So I will stay up and catch up on sleep… so disregard that bloody 6:25 business. Come fetch me at," he turned and studied the Grandfather clock that stood in the corner. "10? Too late?"

Sebastian suppressed a smile. "No, my lord."

"Well. Off with you. I'd warn you not to be staying up too late, but I wonder if you even sleep."

"No, I don't have such needs."

Ciel shook his head. "So you make the Manor a well oiled machine 24 hours a day and you wish to leave me early tonight." He held up his hand and waved it a bit. "Yes… needs. I did, in fact, hear you. I just chose to ignore it."

"I am supposed to be the demon, my lord," Sebastian said with a smile as he watched the man sit and turn to him.

"Go, or I'll find something to order you to do."

"Yes, my lord," Sebastian said a moment later, bowing and then swiftly exiting and closing the door to the study. He thought about locking it, but knew his master would not come looking for him. Sometimes the Earl slipped away to what he thought was privacy, even so there was no such thing for the contracted man.

He found his Maid on the back stairs, carrying a box of freshly laundered and folded bedding. "Let me," he said, stepping beside her and taking the box. "You have other things to worry about."

She smiled and slipped her hand up his back as they walked. "I don't have to worry about much. I am going to be taken care of by a very good man."

He chuckled and thought about how absurd the statement was if she knew who and what he was. He placed the box in the hall beside the bathroom. "Taken care of yes. By a good man… well, not sure about that."

"Oh he is good," she said leaning into his chest as he turned. "Very good. He is an excellent tongue for words and licking, has wonderfully strong arms and swift reflexes to catch me as I fall, and can make the best tasting creame anyone could ask for."

"You better run and get him, he sounds like a yummy treat," he said, kissing her head.

She undid his tie and nodded, pulling him a step towards her, towards his bedroom. "I can introduce you to my yummy treats as well."

"Mey-Rin," he sighed as he scooped her up and lifted her into his arms. "I'm not worthy of your desire."

Mey-Rin blushed as they entered his bedroom and he shut the door. "No, my dear, I am not worthy of your desire. I am but a Maid. And an ex-assassin. A blemished woman who has a hard time expressing herself around men."

"You could have fooled me," Sebastian said softly as he brushed a stray hair off her shoulder. "I thought you were a pastry chief the way you cook up the most delicious desires in me, and then make me deliver mine back to you. And you seemed to know how to express yourself quiet clearly."

Mey-Rin blushed and looked away as she eyed the door and then back at him. "Sebastian?"

"Yes, Mey-Rin?"

"Can we make love and fuck tonight?"

Sebastian blinked and smiled at her forwardness, although he should have expected it by now. "My, my, Victorian Sponge Cake. You want my Eclair dripping, don't you?"

"I'm already dripping," she said, pushing her dress off her shoulders and soon worked it down her body. "I have been waiting for our third dessert night for longer then I should have."

He smiled and nodded, removing his jacket and top. "Yes, I do believe I am to blame. Teasing you with the promised dessert. Hmm… what can we make with an Eclair and a Sponge Cake?"

"I think," Mey-Rin said, stroking his cock as it appeared, "I would like to try some Slippers a la Créme."

"Oh that does sound delightful."

"I haven't made it in a long time," she whispered. "I begged for something very sweet the first time we ate, and I desired the same sweetness desperately the second time. Now," she added as she slipped to her knees, "I think I can handle such a sweet taste."

And she plunged her mouth on his cock, he held on to the wall, and tried to still his hips even as they moved forward, making her open wider, be ready to take his Eclair further. He looked down at her bobbing head and smiled. He would give her the sickly sweet taste she desired, for as many times as she demanded to be given it, and they would both be on sugar highs for the next few days. He would not break his Maid. He would not hurt her sex. He would be careful to draw her full wetness and then attack her. He would pump his slipper into her, and they would be creaming all night.

"OH!" he thrusted deeper and felt his release sink down her throat, churn around her mouth, spill out of her, down her chin and on to her bare chest. "Fuck…" he added in a whisper as he watched her hands encircle him and pump all his cum into her mouth.

"Best creame filled Eclair ever," Mey-Rin said, rocking back on her heels. "I may have sucked it dry."

"No, not yet. Not ever," Sebastian said. "My love, my Sponge Cake, please, come to bed. I need to recover and I want you ready for our next dessert, or next magnificent creation."

"I am," she said, sliding her hand between her legs and scooping up some of her juices. "I was baking while you were giving me."

Sebastian wrapped his left hand around her wrist as she moved her hand towards her mouth. "It's my dessert. I don't share." He said with a wink, as he sucked her fingers. He brought his right hand up and stroked her breast as he leaned over, releasing her hand, and kissed her. "My dear, I know you are ready, but I can be more then what you see. I am needy and greedy. I will take and take, and not stop. I will eat all the sweets you present, and then some. I will give you what you want, but you must stop me if I go too far. If you need me to stop, please, let me know. You have my permission to be rough to get me to listen. I," he paused and searched her wide, curious, eyes, "have a very sweet tooth."

Mey-Rin slowly smiled and arched her back, her hips hitting his stomach. She looked down and saw his erection slowly coming back. "I crave you more then you know."

His hands glided back down her body and he lifted her legs over his shoulder. He licked her hidden lips and he smiled as she gripped the blankets. "I can smell your cravings. I can taste them when you walk by. I have known your sweet smell for a long time. My love, my Mey-Rin. When you let me have you… let me taste you, I thought for sure I was dead, I had died, I was in heaven. Heaven," he chuckled and looked back at her sex. "I finally found it in you."

She moaned as an answer as he once more licked her and teased her into an orgasm, her body splayed and open, her eyes and hands seeking his skin. He licked her thighs and her legs fell off his shoulders as he kissed his way up her body. He sucked on her breasts, his gloved fingers intertwining in hers as he worked his body to be over hers. His cock head once more sat at the entrance of her her sex and he paused as he kissed her neck, nipping and sucking the tender flesh.

"My love?"

She turned her haze filled eyes towards him and smiled lazily, a satisfied and ready woman. "Yes?"

"May I make love to you?"

She smiled and tears slipped from her eyes as she nodded. "Yes… please… yes!"

He wrapped his left arm around her head and cradled it as he slowly sought her opening and then slid in. He took in the small ways her face changed, her lips parting and her eyes shimmered more, her body seemed to heat up and her legs moved wider. They were unnoticed and small enough no one would see, but he did. His demonic senses were flooded by her scent and her breath. Her quick darting tongue, wetting her lips as he slid a bit more into her, made him pull her close and he moved his hips again, sliding still further. He slid in and out, deeper each stroke and her breasts brushed against his now hyper aware skin. It was delicious how her eyes stayed on his, the flecks of gold in her brown eyes lit up and change as she blinked and rocked back into him. This, he decided, was what making the ultimate dessert was about. The way her body seemed to emit more of her creame, and her fingers burned marks into his skin, how her head moved closer to his, and her legs glided up his. Sebastian closed his eyes and took in everything. He was far from inexperienced, and his other lovers - human and demon, male and female, noble and prostitute - had all complemented him on his supreme love making skills, but Mey-Rin's body on his, it was more then just her sex on his lips, or hers on his. This time, this moment, was like he was truly being born. Better than the souls, he finally settled on as he opened his eyes, as he placed the feelings in order, sorted them and peered into the eyes of the one he wanted most.

"Better than the souls," he muttered as he crushed his lips on Mey-Rin's and felt her hands slip down to his hips and her feet on his legs, on the back of this thighs, urging him deeper as they thrusted steadily. Sound seemed to suddenly come crashing back to his ears and he heard the slapping of flesh, his balls on her tender flesh, his cock drawing out her wetness and pushing it back in in steady and sure strokes, their breaths huffing as he built up the speed and depth.

"Fuck…" Mey-Rin panted. "Fuck…. Sebastian… oh gods… fuck me! Fuck me!"

He leaned down and kissed the hollow of her neck and up to her jaw, finally kissing her on the lips. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I need you deeper… oh fuck…. Oh FUCK!"

He felt her shutter and smelled her release, felt it gush and suck and squeeze his cock. He squeezed his eyes to keep from becoming the demonic lover he became, he felt rise when he was about to cum in a body. His cock expanded and he pushed it from going further. He would not hurt his lover. His balls churned and he focused on sending his delicious seed into her waiting sex instead.

"I'm comming," he said into her ear and she turned and licked her lips and pulled her legs tighter around him and pulled him deeper, deeper… and deeper still. He moaned loudly as he slammed into her, the mattress moving in the confines of the wooden box he made to keep it still, all anchored to make sure each thrust did not make it move across the floor. And then bit his lip and released his cum deep into the human he had shared his desserts with. A human whose craving for forbidden sweets seemed to match his own. A human he did not want to hurt above all else.

"Oh fuck," Mey-Rin sighed as he stopped cumming, and she returned from another climax. "How can one match that? Gods above, you are great in bed Sebastian."

He smiled back at her and felt himself slowly shrink. "I'm just one hell of a Slippers a la Créme maker."

Mey-Rin sighed as he slipped out and pushed his hand down to her leaking sex. Bringing it up to her mouth, Sebastian watched and groaned as she licked his gloved fingers. "Mmm… yes you are. And I, oh dear me! I just don't know how divine this dessert making could be. Oh to have done this sooner! And again!" she kissed his fingers again and his mouth, curling into his side and looked up with a satisfied smile. "But perhaps we should let this sit? Make another batch in the morning?"

Sebastian pulled his Maid to his body and stroked her back and down her curvy body. "Whatever you wish, Sponge Cake, whatever you wish."