Sausage Eggs

Sebastian felt his lover roll into his chest and moan as a single ray of light from one of the few window and the hastily closed curtains that lined his corner room, beamed into the pert face of his bed mate. He leaned over and blocked the light, feeling the bright, early morning sun, heat a single part of his back. He smiled as her face settled into a calm look again.

"My dear?" he whispered as he lifted a strand of red hair from her face and moved it gently away from her face. He watched as her face twitched, know she was partially awake, and struggling to fall asleep again. He leaned down and kissed her temple. "My darling?"

"No," she muttered. "It was late last night. And I just want to sleep."

"Oh… I was hoping you wanted to make love, to wake slowly with me deep inside you," he whispered as he worked her night dress, his old and now altered, top, up past her hips. "I know you are eager to make another meal with me. Last night was satisfying and made me very full, but, I want a hardy breakfast of cake and sweets."

"Desserts will rot your teeth - especially in the morning," she said, slipping her hand over his arm and slowly looking at him from under sleepy eyelids. She blinked and he smiled as her brown eyes came back to his. "But breakfast is important to healthy living."

Sebastian leaned down and kissed his lover. "Sponge Cake, you are rotting me from the inside already."

She smiled and yawned, stretching, making her gown slid even further closer to her breasts. "Please take my shirt off if you are going to wake me. I want a proper breakfast."

"Oh… I can manage that." Sebastian rolled over so he was blocking the sunbeam and was straddling her hips and hunched over her. "My love?"

"Yes?"

"Shall we start with Sausage Eggs?"

"Mm… wrapping my eggs in your sausage?"

Sebastian leaned down as the last button fell away and he could gaze at her naked body. "Yes. That one. I seem to remember it is a good way of getting all the morning nutrients, and one of my favorite to cook. For only you," he added as he gave her a slow kiss.

Mey-Rin smiled and kissed him gently as his hands glided over her taunt stomach and ample breasts. The two stared into each others eyes and Mey-Rin reached around and slid her hands down his back, feeling the heat rise as she inched her way down to his bare ass, kissing him slowly as he moved to lay on top of her.

"Step one… boil the eggs," Sebastian whispered into her ear as he slowly slithered back down her body, heating her up as well. "Make sure they are hard, and boiled."

"I think you got the hard, and you are doing a good job boiling me."

"Tsk, tsk, my cook in training. We must raise the temperature together, and slowly. Every morning, I must retrain you." He paused and looked up over her naked body, "So bothersome."

"Screw slow! And you're the bothersome one!" she gasped as his lips curled around her sex once more. "I need a sausage!"

Sebastian's laugh pushed hot air along her slowly weeping slit and made Mey-Rin arch her back as his tongue and fingers glided into her again, as they had done last night. Over the past weeks, the pair had decided to forgo the back and forth between their rooms, and Mey-Rin's bedroom was merely a place she kept her guns and swapped out clothes on a weekly basis. When they walked to bed with Bard and Finny, they would go into their separate rooms, and then, after an hour or so, Mey-Rin would put down her book she was reading or set aside her cleaning supplies, and walk into Sebastian's room, stripping off her clothes and relishing the loving hands that cupped her breasts or ass as they moved to the bed. Some nights it was simply enough to kiss and caress, other nights they laid out multi-course meals for the other to sample. Last night they had walked the roof and had reset many of the traps around the grounds as well, finally crawling into bed near 3 a.m., leaving Mey-Rin exhausted and only able to lay back and let Sebastian dine on her creme. Not that either minded as he finished and curled her into his body, warm and ready, but relaxed and simply there for her.

Mey-Rin stuffed her hands into her mouth as an orgasm rolled over her and she felt Sebastian suck all the drops he could out of her dripping sex. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt her lover move on the bed, over her body, his fingers still deep inside her.

"Mmm… boiled and ready. I may have done step two already," he said, faking a frown. He looked over her nakedness and smiled down at her as she opened her eyes and looked at him. "You must strip the egg after it is boiled."

"I'm usually cooked pretty good to de-shell me first," she whispered and brought her hands to his face, caressing his cheek bones. "I sleep with an incubator who keeps me nice and toasty."

He smiled and kissed her again. "Step three… Hm… unwrap the sausage. Well, I suppose."

Mey-Rin giggled as he sat up and took off his sleep pants. They had long conversations, post dessert, about his sleepware, and why he wore pants to bed. He had simply began ending the conversation by gripped her shirt and started to tug it, when she would stop his hand. "Because unwrapping the ingredients is as good as making the meal," he had whispered and pulled her to his chest, nuzzling into her neck.

Sebastian's hard cock slapped his stomach as it was freed and Mey-Rin sighed. They had been having a steady night time diet of their own creamy delights for three months now, and still she was aroused by the size of his Eclair she was able to delight on. "Is that all that is required for step three?" she whispered as he once more settled on top of her.

"Hm… if I remember right, yes. So step four, flatten the sausage meat with hands and cover the egg completely."

The two had enough sex to know how to guide Sebastian's large cock into her sex, and Mey-Rin took his cock in her small hands and raised her legs up, around his chest and guided his thick sausage meat into wrapping around her egg. She smiled and kissed him as he wrapped his arms loosely around her head and shoulders, the normal position they took when he was on top of her, a simple and casual pose for the two to maximize their space and relish in making slow, passionate, love.

"I am afraid you will be working your meat a while before you can wrap around the egg," she said, moaning as he slid deeper. They had perfected the dessert making of Slippers a la Créme, but it still was a pleasurable moment to be so full of Sebastian's cock, that Mey-Rin usually climaxed a little in the beginning, wetting his cock to make the dessert makers slick enough to truly make a long meal out of their cooking.

"I have enough to wrap around each of your eggs, my sweet Sponge Cake," he replied. "And I will coat them all, hoping we get a surprise."

Mey-Rin felt the familiar prickle of tears in her eyes as Sebastian mentioned getting her pregnant. Her monthlies were irregular already, lowering her chances, and she had yet to truly tell him why she feared the outcome he was sure he could produce, wasn't going to be happening. Or if it did, it may hurt her in the process. Mey-Rin closed her eyes and turned her head into his arm, enjoying the steady pounding of her lover between her legs, up her folds, warming her body, and tried to chase the regrets out of her mind.

"Oh my love," Sebastian whispered, pulling her tighter and pausing in his steady love making. "My dear Maid."

Mey-Rin gripped his muscular ass and tried to shove her hips up and his down, tried to make him pick up the fucking again. But she simply sobbed now, burying her face into his arm, into his chest, and then tuning to look at his concerned face. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm ruining breakfast. Oh, gods, I'm so sorry."

"No, my sweets. Never. Shall I … leave you?" he asked, looking down at where they were joined. "I don't want to hurt you," he added with concern in his voice.

"No, and it would be I who will hurt you," she said. He smiled a bit and rolled over so she was on top of him. She moved a bit, settling his massive cock into her more comfortably from the new angle. She placed her hands on his chest and looked down at him, at the perfect abs and then up to his face, wiping the tears from her own face. "You know I was a rather broken woman when you found me. Scared, about to be executed for crimes I had committed all over England."

She paused and Sebastian closed his eyes, going back and seeing the look on her face as she watched him hand money to the officers and offer his hand to her. He opened his eyes swiftly and looked back at the same woman, now healthy, and even more beautiful as she was sitting on his hard cock, her breasts shining and hard, her eyes half closed either from the sensation as he flexed his muscles at the feeling of having her sex around him, or from the memory. He cupped her cheeks and felt the tears flow over his naked hands.

"I was finally caught after I was… after I was in the hospital. I had…. Oh gods, Sebastian! It is too horrible to tell!"

She fell forward and sobbed, loud and body wracking sobs as he simply held her, stilling his body, his mind, his heart. He was a demon - a hardened one, at one point who wouldn't be swayed by a woman's girlish fantasies and her human body. He was a demon - one who had fucked many men and women and had torn them up as he took his pleasure, not minding theirs. But he was a demon who now had taken a human to his bed, multiple times now, and had wanted to protect her. He wanted to protect his flowing heart that brimmed with pride, with lust, with need, and with love, for those he had brought into the Phantomhive Manor. But this woman who was still crying into his shoulder was his alone to love and share all his feelings with. He frowned; her tears were more ernest somehow now.

"My dear," he finally whispered, pushing off some of the red hair from her face. "Please, get off me, I wish to only hold you in my arms. I… I don't think either of us can finish in this state."

Her head flew up and the look of horror and devastation tainted her gaze. "Oh gods! I am so sorry! I can… I can finish."

"No," he said softly, yet firmly. "Not now. In a while perhaps. But I love you too much to allow my body to hurt you when you are in so much pain already."

"But I'm not in physical pain, only emotional," she replied, trying to sit up, slid back down his cock, which had slipped a little when she flung herself forward.

"Stop my Sponge Cake. Please."

She stilled and they moved on to their sides, Sebastian slipping his cock now fully out, leaving both of them to groan at the loss, at the knowledge they had not finished. She placed a hand on his throbbing cock and looked slowly back up to his eyes. "I'm-"

"No, do not say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. It is I, I believe, who has caused you distress. So it is I who must apologize."

Mey-Rin simply cupped his face in return and kissed him slowly. "How did I get such a caring lover?"

He gave a sharp laugh. "Oh, I am not as caring as I appear to you. Others will never know how much you see in me. I will not allow them to see it. I am only naked," he gave a small chuckle as she smiled, "with you. So believe me when I say I am not always the best man you want in your bed."

"I've… I've had worse," she said in a bare whisper. "A few sent me to hospitals," she whispered, mindlessly trailing a finger up his perfect body. Her eyes flickered down to her own body and she moved to trace a thin scar over her breast. "A few who kindly paid for the damage they did." She sighed and looked up at him. "And more that never bothered to do more then fuck me and leave."

Sebastian silently looked at her, his brain trying to pull away, his emotions trying to make him leave her, hunt. Hurt. Kill. Destroy. Her warm hand was back on his body and pulled him towards her.

Her voice was small and distant, her eyes closing slowly as she spoke finally. "I was dropped off at the hospital after I was found in the streets. Blood… everywhere. The doctor who found me swore it wasn't all mine. She was kind to keep me warm as we raced to the hospital. To the ward where women where cared for… after they had been abused."

Sebastian felt the cold shiver run through her body and he pulled her closer, dragging her legs closer to his as well. He wished the blanket she had over her before was not on the floor. She shivered again and tried to grip at his slick body.

"The blood was mine. And I hadn't been beaten," she finally continued in a mutter. "My services as an assassin came with a price and men preferred not to pay me in money. I can defend myself," she added, a bit of strength entering her voice as she looked up at Sebastian, "but the last time… there were three of them. And then, a few months later… they came back. Found me in a state," she paused and cried again, her tears flowing around his arm he held under her head, cradling her. "And they took me to... a place, and..."

She left the story hanging and Sebastian growled, fitting the pieces together. "The… person who did the… operation," he growled.

She nodded. "It caused my already irregular monthlies to become even more erratic, and now I have even more pain… lots of it. So you have seen," she added, blushing. "Many times, over the past eight years."

"And they… hurt your insides when they…" Sebastian muttered into her hair, having to use every once of control not to do anything to alarm his lover. - not to demand the animals names and hunt them for what they had done. "And so you believe a child would be impossible?"

She simply nodded and began to cry once more. They laid in bed, their fingers and kisses slowly moving around their bodies again.

"I will never make a statement about you baring my child again," Sebastian said finally. He lifted her chin and saw her eyes were red from crying and he bent and kissed her slowly. "You are a complete woman even in your pain, and I thank you, from every fiber of my being, for sharing your reasons why you tell me we can't have a family. Why you sometimes silently cry after I have talked about a family."

"We have one already," she said, shifting to lay more comfortably in his arms. She looked at him and smiled. "The Earl is like your son, and Finny is like mine. Bard is somewhere in between - like an uncle or some distant relative who lives with us. And Tanaka is like the old, wised Grandfather."

Sebastian looked at her and circled the small scars that were on her right hip. "And Lady Elizabeth is my daughter-in-law?"

Mey-Rin smiled. "Exactly. And we are the forbidden lovers who make mad, passionate, love in the dark, keeping the family running."

"It sounds like a dime novel."

Mey-Rin smiled and turned to kiss Sebastian with passion, tears clinging to her eye lashes. "It's our dime novel." She moved over to slide her hands down to his cock, which had gone limp. "Perhaps we should say we are are running our own bakery and no one knows about it."

Sebastian cupped her breasts as she moved slowly back over his body. "You are beautiful and I don't deserve a woman like you."

Mey-Rin gave his cock a few strokes and looked up at him. "No, you don't. No one deserves me - and I hardly deserve anyone in return. But I have learned to accept that I am going to have to let someone take care of me after everything I have done. And," she added, leaning down and kissing his cock head, "I am choosing you."

Sebastian thrusted into the warm mouth of his beloved and gazed down at her. After a few powerful sucks, Mey-Rin was once more rubbing his cock on her sex and lowering herself on him.

"We didn't finish our breakfast."

"No we didn't," Sebastian sighed. His hands rested on her hips and he helped to keep her upright as they began to once more fuck. "Oh Mey-Rin! My lover! I choose you too! I choose you…" he whispered horsely, thrusting into her once more wet sex. "Oh my Sponge Cake… take my sausage."

She leaned down and pounded her hips back into his. "Coat my eggs, my lover. Finish the recipe."

Sebastian held her gaze as he pounded harder into her, and soon was flooding her damaged womb with his cum. He had suspected she had been hurt as she had described, which was why she would always quip about her never having children, but his mind blanked out as he blew his cum deeper still and thought about how he could repair her, how they would tell the others about their secret cookbook affair. How he would fight to keep her with him forever, and out of the grips of the hellish demons who haunted even him still in the back of his mind.

"Step five, garnish, and repeat the recipe until done," he muttered as he flipped her under him and once more moved her around so she would be the recipient of the delightful repeat of the breakfast they had finished and began anew.