Surprise Cutlets

Mey-Rin held his hand a bit tighter then needed as she stepped into the carriage. Her dress caught around her legs and she felt his hand on her back, steadying her.

"Damn it."

"Language, my lady."

She shot him a glance as she untangled her dress from her legs, roughly grabbing it and pushing it to the side, then rearranging herself again. "You try to walk down stairs and over gravel and then have to get into a covered carriage with this," she said, frustration lacing her voice as she motioned to the swirling fabric. "This is much to much fabric. What was the Master thinking to send me to London in this? I am a Maid!"

"He wanted you to spend time with his soon to be bride. And to look beautiful. Which," he added as she finally settled into the cushions, the dress swallowing her and the bench, "you look ravishing in that dress."

She sighed and looked at him. "You are only saying that because you got to help me put it on."

"No, I am saying that because it is true. The fact I was able to lace up the corset and make sure the buttons on the lower back were perfect, all add to the beauty I know is underneath. Now, if you excuse me, the sky looks like it will be dumping rain soon. So, best we get heading to London."

Mey-Rin felt so out of place as she looked around the carriage. The Master had sent her with a few clothes, thankfully not as extravagant as the gown she wore now, and a message to enjoy herself, let the soon to be Lady Phantomhive become at ease with the servants, bond with Mey-Rin, who would also be her Ladies Maid. Mey-Rin sighed and looked about again as she brushed her fingers against the fabric of her dress. She was the one not at ease - and she was the servant!

Soon rain was splattering on the widows and Mey-Rin tried her best to push the glass windows up quickly, encasing her in the box even more. She felt the carriage lurch and bit her lip as she placed a hand on the roof, as she bounced off her bench, her feet sliding on the fabric under them, as she tried to gain purchase on the wooden floor.

"Oh do be careful, Sebastian!" she said and looked up, wishing she could see him. "Please, if we are late, that will not matter." She was about to say something else, mutter another comment under her breath, when the carriage once more lurched to the side, and then forward again. "OH!"

She was launched into the other bench, catching herself on her outstretched arms and felt the tight laces and corset Sebastian had delighted in placing on her under the dress, dug into her skin. "Sebastian! Is the rain too much? Pull over! Oh do you hear me? Please, my love! Don't hurt yourself just to get me to Lady Elizabeth!"

The carriage was now on the side of the road, the rain harder, the thunder cracking across the sky. She sat up and felt the carriage sway; Sebastian was getting down. The carriage door, facing away from the heavy rain opened and Sebastian's wet, black hair, stuck to his head as he smiled.

"Mey-Rin, I'm sorry we have to stop here. Let me undo the horses and get them to safety and I will return."

She nodded and he smiled and slid a hand over hers as her hands bunched the fabric dress back up, letting her wiggle back on her seat, a bit more comfortably and safely on one side of the carriage. He nodded once and closed the door, muffling the sound of the rain again. She jumped as the crack of thunder and low rumbling was closer. Peering into the darkness, she watched as the horses were trembling and walked away, toward a clump of trees and tied to them. Sebastian's tall figure came back towards her and the waiting carriage. As he walked up the slight hill, she opened the carriage door.

"Come in, it's dry in here."

"And I am wet," he simply said. "I do not wish to ruin your dress."

"And you are not standing out there in this," she said. The sky rumbled again as if punctuating her stance. "Take off your coat and hang it around the wheels, it will stay. Surely your under clothing are dry."

He smiled and leaned into the carriage and kissed her softly. "You are beautiful and demanding when you tell me what to do. Dangerously beautiful."

And he took his coat off quickly and climbed into the carriage, closing the door and sat opposite her. "You look uncomfortable in that dress."

"I told you I was," she said lightly. She shifted and winced. "I think a piece of the corset may have come undone. I feel the boning poking into me."

"Let me," he said softly and moved towards her. She shuffled to make room and finally settled on siting half on the bench. His swift fingers undid her side stays and he slide his hand under the fabric and blushed as his fingers touched her skin.

Mey-Rin laughed at the bright red that splashed across his cheeks. "You catch me swiftly when I am falling. You have seen me naked and held me while I was on my monthly. And you blush as you touch my naked skin?"

"I was invited to touch you in those instances," he said softly. "This was… I didn't ask."

She leaned over and kissed him lightly. "You never have to ask, my love."

He shuttered and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss. "Oh my dear Maid."

And his hand, under her bodice, left little traced against her skin and he tugged her other stays, loosening the top, making it easier to lean and kiss, and to hold him closer to her.

"I need you," Mey-Rin breathed. "Please… I need you."

"You are dressed as a lady," Sebastian started.

She pulled back and he moaned at the fire that was in her gaze. "Eclair," she whispered. "I need you. In me. On me. Please. Don't make your Sponge Cake beg."

Sebastian smiled and kissed her gently. "Oh my Sponge Cake, how can I resist?" He slide his hands from under her bodice and gathered her dress. In the darkness of the carriage, with the lightening intensifying, he slide his hands up under her dress and brushed against the fine undergarments he had presented to her. "I shall not ruin this dress."

"I can't say the same about your clothes if you don't hurry," Mey-Rin moaned and undid his pants. "My love… please."

He huffed into her ear as he slide his solid cock deeper into her. "Mey-Rin…"

"Gods above, Sebastian!"

They clung to each other as they slowed their movement in the confined box of the carriage. "My love," he whispered as he moved her to lay more on the bench. "Are you comfortable?"

"In your arms? Yes, very much," she said, sliding her hands up his arms. She looked into his eyes. "And finally being with you again? I have waited for this to be again."

He kissed her gently as he once more concentrated on the pace of sliding in and out, drawing her pleasure out, enjoying how her body was presenting the treats he didn't deserve to be given to him, and shoving them back to her. "If Bard and Finny found out we were… together," he started. He looked down and licked his lips. How he desired to see her naked breasts as they made love. "I can't explain that. Not yet."

Mey-Rin cupped his face and she looked at the pain in his face and smiled, her hands now on his cheeks. "Don't think of that. Or the master… please don't think about that. Just love me, now Sebastian. Just love me now."

"Yes, my Sponge Cake."

And they listened as the rain beat against the taunt roof and against the glass on the windows. They heard the whimpering of the horses that Sebastian had tied up on a nearby tree, and the rumbling of thunder, the crash of lightening, and their own steady breaths as they slowly built up the fires of their lust and secret love. Mey-Rin arched her back as she felt her first orgasm flood her. She loved the man who was feeding her body such fine food from his Eclair. From his cock, she smiled as they kissed. Sebastian rocked deeper and held her as she shivered through the feelings.

"My darling?"

"Yes?"

"Are you too cold to show me your fine breasts?"

She smiled and tangled her fingers into his hair. "You want to see my breasts?"

He smiled wider. "Please?"

"Oh, a fine gentleman asking so politely!" She squeezed him closer as another orgasm ripped through her. "And so wickedly does he keep his steady pace."

"I can speed up if you wish."

She bit her lip and shook her head. "I want this to last."

"It will last as long as you desire." His hands slide back up and cupped her breasts as he pushed deeper into her. "My dear darling Maid."

Mey-Rin shifted and the stays that he had pulled earlier fell away even more and together they worked on them. Soon Sebastian was falling on her naked breasts, the fine dress around her waist and falling around his legs as he moved once more into her. Love shone in his eyes as he lowered his lips to her breasts and his hands holding her head and waist.

"How did we wait so long?" she moaned as he moved to once more kiss her neck.

"We were scared. I was… I guess I was mostly scared. I know you have had feelings for me, but I wanted to discourage them," he whispered. He moved her leg to wrap around his waist and slid in again, making her moan louder into his ear. "But I was punishing myself, I see now. How could I have denied such feelings for so long?"

Mey-Rin climaxed again and smiled as his hands roamed her free breasts. "I'd bake a thousand cakes for you!"

"And I will keep eating them each with the same amazement and delight I did the night I boldly asked to sample your Sponge Cake."

"Oh gods! Oh… your… Eclair… your cock!"

"Wicked tongue!" He pulled back and slammed into her, the carriage now rocking differently. "You deserve to be punished for such language, but all I wish to do is dine on your body."

And he pulled out, making Mey-Rin whimper as she was so close to a third orgasm, and watched as the carriage was light up and her dress was flipped and his head disappeared back between her legs. She arched her back again as he slide his hands under her butt and lifted her off the bench, his mouth and tongue sliding over her wetness, over where he had been slicing into her, demanding her liquid. His hands slide farther up her back and her legs were on his shoulders and he suckled on her lips and dipped his tongue deeper into them, licking her into another flood of juices.

"Sebastian!" she cried as he sucked her dry and finally came back to lay his head next to hers. She turned and kissed him, her juices on his lips still. "Oh gods, you haven't… you are still…"

"Hard? Full? In need?" He smiled and kissed her slowly. "Yes, but my delight in eating such desserts is keeping you fulfilled."

She reached down and felt his cock still erect. "Move to the other bench, I will take my filling now."

"You wish to suck it out, not take it deep inside you?"

Mey-Rin paused as she sat up. "My love…" she softly whispered.

He placed a hand on her cheek and smiled softly. "I know you said you didn't think you could be with child. If that is what you are worried about, I love having your body on mine in any way I can. I work hard to keep your desserts ready."

Mey-Rin felt tears slip down her face and she roughly pushed them away. "I know I said I didn't think I could have a child and I know when we made love the last time - made Slippers a la Créme - you seemed to work hard to keep from hurting me." She paused as she watched his face change and reached over and stroked his cheek. "You looked like you were scared to cum in me."

"I could hurt you," he whispered and curled his hand over hers, still on his cheek. "If I did hurt you… I have hurt so many… I'd not forgive myself."

"The only way you can hurt me is telling me you don't want me anymore. You can only hurt me if you do cum in me, and a miracle happens, and I am carrying your child, and you reject me. You can never hurt me when I am in your arms and dinning on your delights."

He pushed her back into the opposite bench and Mey-Rin licked her lips as his hard cock was still sticking out, dripping his need slowly, but neglected as they talked. "If only you knew what kind of… man I was."

Mey-Rin slide her hands down to his neck and smiled. "My nipples are hard, and my body is getting cold. Your cock is demanding to be taken, and my body is ready for you again. You are the one who is doing all that to me. Who you were before you found me, whatever your past, please know, I am yours now. I want you now. Here," she added as she pulled him to her lips. "Dining on desserts crafted for our pleasure and each others. I never have felt like I was going to be harmed by you. And if you feel you will harm me, for whatever reason, I am strong enough. I am an ex-assassin. Well," she smiled as she looked away, "as much as one can ever be an ex-assassin. You made me feel like I was a woman, a classy woman whose desires and dreams for a man far above her were that - dreams and desires. But," she added as he pulled away a bit, keeping her hands on his cheek and moving them slowly down his shoulders and arms, "you kept holding me when I fall and are too close for politeness, and you can't deny that I affect you," she added while cupping his erection. "I'd never deny you. Not my body. Not my mind. Not my bed. And if you are worried, I will never deny you fathered my children."

His eye brows raised. "Children?"

She blushed and kissed his cheek. She nipped at his ear and whispered, "One can't say no to only one Surprise Cutlets. Because we would be getting a surprise should you chose to make me a mother, and my body can accommodate the request."

"I chose to make you my lover, for this lifetime," he groaned as her hands once more was jacking his cock. "My dear, whatever comes because of this night - any of our nights together - I need to feed this creme deep into you. I can't waste another moment without your body."

Mey-Rin slide her hands and legs back around him and smiled. "My love. Delight me with your offering on tonight's menu."

He leaned down and slid his cock deep into her in a single push. "My delight is to offer you the ingredients that have made other Eclairs and Sponge Cakes explode alike."

Mey-Rin's hands glided into his hair and she looked at him as she kissed his chin. "You have been with men?"

He smiled and nodded. "You are not… turned away by the fact I have delighted on many desserts? Is it because I tell you, yours is the one I love the most? Is that… too much? I am not worthy of your body or even your dessert!"

Mey-Rin's body was heating up as he was once more pumping his cock deep into her folds. "Oh… gods… Sebastian, you are mine now… and oh! I'm cumming!"

Sebastian once more felt his demonic being flair out as he watched the beautiful Maid under him bloom and explode as she moaned and her body simply took his cock. He felt his cock expand and his balls tighten, the human and the demonic, wrestling inside his body. He closed his eyes and his black, shadowy wings seemed to expand as well. "Fuck you are so delightful!"

And he threw his head back, thrusted deep into her, his cock expanding and his cum shooting into Mey-Rin's body, pinning her to the bench, to her orgasm, to her forbidden side they had found together. "Mey-Rin! Oh please forgive me if I ever hurt you!"

And his cock exploded again. Volley after volley of toxic, possibly life-giving, cum flooded her, as he thrusted into her, holding her hips, staring into her eyes as they fluttered open and held his gaze, even as he struggled to hold on to his human form in the very loving gaze. In an instant he saw himself holding her, her belly full of his child, saw them holding a child, black hair, red eyes, covered in black wings, protecting itself from the prying eyes of the world. He saw himself holding his Sponge Cake, delighting on her breasts, on her folds, on her body, every night preparing for another child.

"FUCK!" he screamed and the carriage shuttered with the last bits of his cum washing her insides.

They held each other, their naked needs met, yet not separating. Sebastian kissed Mey-Rin gently and slid her down to the carriage floor, wrapping her legs around him, still straddling his cock, still in her, holding his cum deep in her body. He gathered her dress and pulled her closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Mey-Rin was slowly falling asleep, his cock deep in her folds, and his chest warming her naked breasts.

"Oh, dear, Maid," he whispered as she shifted and his cock twitched again deep in her. "I hope you will one day know how truly tempting you are. How I fought hard not to give in. And how I will take whatever punishment Hell has now that I never want to stop making desserts with you."