Curried Lamb

The rain pounded off the glass roof of the greenhouse and Mey-Rin smiled as the Earl and the pregnant Lady Phantomhive huddled together under the umbrella that Sebastian held. The couple walked on the path, and Mey-Rin watched until the three figures were wet specks. The spring rain was unexpected and cut the couples late breakfast short after Lady Elizabeth declared it was too cold for her. She had held her six month belly and had smiled at her husband, who leapt up and told Sebastian to get them back to the Manor.

Mey-Rin sat in the vacated chair and looked up at the glass ceiling and was lulled into a trance as she watched the water cascade down the sides. She moved her head as she watched one of the rivers go down the side of the roof, down the sides, and she gasped - in the window was Sebastian, smiling softly at her. She got up and walked to the door, and blushed; it had locked behind him when he had escorted their master out.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, over and over as he walked in, wet and looking like a dog who had been neglected. She threw her arms around him, tugging off his coat and he smiled, catching her wrists as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"Slow down, my dear. I am not going to drown. Besides, the rain isn't going anywhere. The clouds stretch for miles."

"But you will get sick, and then the master will blame me since you came back for me. Oh, just take it off so we can hang them and dry them!"

He smiled and let go of her wrists, chuckling a bit. "Are you not simply wishing to see me naked?"

Her blush, although now a year and half into their sexual affair, and a year into their official courting, told him that she did in fact wish to see him naked - after she made sure he was not dying because of of the excess rain that dripped off his head. He sighed and shrugged off his wet shirt; he didn't mind at all being naked in front of, or with, his beautiful maid. He stroked her chin as she looked down and shook her head.

"My dear, please, this isn't as serious as it looks. I can, if you desire, dry myself," he said as he pulled her up to look at him. "I am in total control of my urges to give into the demon I am," he added as he bent and kissed her softly. "If you desire me to hold back."

"Sebastian," she moaned as their lips touched again. "You will be sick if we don't get these off."

"I can't get sick from merely being in the rain. I am, my Sponge Cake, not human, remember?" He sighed and looked at her. "I can summon my demonic being and dry in a moments command."

She lowered her gaze a fraction from his hot red eyes and bit her lip. "I know, and I forget… you just are so…"

"Human?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Yes. I swear I heard you cry when I was starting my monthly last week and the pain had me in a ball."

His eyes danced, telling her she wasn't wrong. "I could take it all away," he muttered as he lowered his lips to hers again. "We can dine on a family meal."

Mey-Rin smiled softly, the blush once more reddening her cheeks. "Sebastian, we have the Earl and Lady Elizabeth to worry about."

"How will that stop anything of our doing? If we have the arrival of a child - the next Earl Phantomhive, perhaps. Or a Lady Phantomhive," he said, looking over her shoulder for a moment with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He looked down at his lover. "And then? Then will it be our turn?"

She pulled back and pushed her hands down his chest. She looked down to where his large cock was hidden and gave a small smile. She leaned her head into his chest, letting herself be wrapped into his strong, un-humanly strong, arms and sighed. "And then… we may be able to think of our own futures."

He pulled her tighter and laughed a little. "Futures for me have always been a contract, a soul, a quick nibble. Never the thought of someone as beautiful and determined as you being beside me." He pulled back and looked down at her. "My dear… I have to ask you something."

They unwound their arms and he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing the velvet box he had bought a year ago. It had burned in his hand and in his growing heart, waiting. As the rain picked up and the soft light from the gas lamps threw them into a romantic mood, he took it out and bent on one knee, being the classic, elegant man and gentleman, he looked up at his surprised lover and opened the box.

"Mey-Rin, ex-assassin, lover of my heart and body, woman of my dreams, eternal mate to me, a demon, would you officially spend eternity with me?"

Her hands had cupped her mouth and her brown eyes welled with tears faster now. She squeaked and nodded, and nodded and cried. "YES! Oh gods! Yes!"

Their bodies collided as he stood and she leapt in to his broad body. She cried out in shock and slight pain as her subtle body connected to his ever hard one. He smiled as he gathered her into his arms and gently brought her to his chest, and let tears slip from his own eyes. Yes, he had cried in frustration when he could do nothing but hold her hand, rub her back, as her sparse monthlies had demanded pain from her body as it expelled her menstrual blood. He had walked the corridors of the Manor, cursing the men who took his beloved and hurt her, the man who hurt her further. And now he cried in happiness. He pushed her back a bit and clutched her left hand, brought it up to his lips, and then slipped on a band of silver on her finger. He again lifted it and smiled, twisting it in the light and making the small diamond in the middle of the simple band, catch the light. He looked at his intended and kissed her gently. She bursted into another round of tears and clutched at his neck.

"It's so beautiful! And so elegant," she said, looking at it over this shoulder. "Oh Sebastian, really, I … I couldn't love it more." She pulled back and looked at him. "Or you. If we really have eternity as a couple, as a demon and his human, as impossible as it sounds, this moment is when I fell in love with you the most."

He kissed her and chuckled. "I guess I need to up our dinning experience if a simple ring is better."

She swatted at him and rested her left hand on his still naked chest. She sighed and looked at it. "You already asked the master?"

He nodded and grunted as he pulled away. He looked her up and down, and kissed her slowly, finally lifting his eyes, a playful and hinting lust building. "My pants are soaked and are uncomfortable."

Mey-Rin looked down at his pants, still wet, and back at him. "Oh dear! Take them off, and we will put them on the chair. Oh I am sorry! I should have finished one task before I-"

"Got you distracted? Don't worry, my love. We have time. Time to relax, time to hold each other, time to make love even as my clothes dry. Or, like I said, I can dry them."

Mey-Rin shook her head and placed the pants and shirt on the back of the chairs. "No, I'd like to spend a rainy morning with you. Like normal people."

"We work for the Earl Phantomhive, my love. We are not normal servants who keep our professional distance, my darling," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her clothed back to his naked body. "I can't remember how to not be tempted by your presence."

"And would you want to forget?"

He kissed her neck, making her sigh. "Never." He kissed her again and slid his hands up to cup her ample and still clothed breasts. "My love, can we celebrate our official engagement?"

Mey-Rin simply nodded, her body too emotional and being touched as only her lover touched her, she only moaned as he kissed her and made her sit on his lap, his cock pointing toward his chest, ready for her. She smiled as they kissed slowly; this meal was going to be a slow build up. The two of them had been passing around the Manor for a month, both being busy with the jobs that came up - Sebastian out of the Manor a lot with the master, taking care of his businesses, and Mey-Rin tending to Lady Elizabeth, blushing and dreaming of a family of her own, knowing she only had to ask and Sebastian would give her one. Time to be intimate had dwindled over the months and this was both a celebration of what Mey-Rin had always wanted - to be secure in a man's arms, to be loved, and to bath in the knowledge that she was a worthy of being someone's wife, not just a quick round of bedding or a passed off bed mate - and she was going to take her time.

"What meal are you planning in that head of yours?" Sebastian whispered as he tugged at her apron strings. "Or are we going to nibble only?"

"A light course of tossed greens. And a roasted variety of vegetables. Of course," she added as she slipped the dress off slowly, "topped with the finest cuts of lamb. Drowning in the most sinfully rich sauce one can make."

"My taste buds are overflowing with desire," he muttered against her lips, as he discarded her dress and worked his hands up her back, the stays of her light corset bending and undoing as he kissed her and pulled them off her body. "It sounds so divinely sinful and delicious. Or it could be the meal I am unwrapping now." He kissed her breasts as they came into view and looked up, a coy look in his eyes. "I always did prefer my dessert first."

"Sebastian!" she gasped as he slipped his hand into her undergarments and ripped them further. He simply smiled, his eyes flashing dangerously as he shifted, and her legs were spread over his hips as he gathered her up. "My love… what…"

"Shh… we will clean it up later," he whispered as he lowered her to lay on the table their master and his wife had sat at, was eating on, and had vacated. Mey-Rin had made sure the table had been cleared before Sebastian had startled her, but she had not removed the tablecloth and fabric was almost cold on her back, making her shiver more. "A light course first? Hmm," he mumbled as he bent down and kissed down her body and kissed down her bare legs, staring into her eyes, smiling as he kissed her thighs and rested his head on her left one, his fingers gliding over the mark on her upper thigh. "So many ways to make this one part. But you wish to savor it, yes? All of it?"

Mey-Rin gasped and nodded as he kissed her weeping sex, and he nipped at her mark again. There was nothing now between her and his naked skin, as it had been for many months, as it would be for eternity, even so she didn't know how or what that meant to her body, to her soul, to her heart, and she didn't care as he nipped into her again, making her moan, sigh, and pull him into her, demanding to be dined on, releasing herself as he had so many months ago, into his waiting mouth, onto his waiting body, and into the bliss he wrapped around her, as he finally eased his cock into her weeping sex.

"Sebastian!" she panted as he eased himself slowly deeply into her. The feeling of his hard, large cock making her climax again, and again she moaned into his ear, even as he panted into hers.

"My love…" he breathed as he pulled back and forward. The dance of their love making was slow and steady, a building of lovers and diners, anticipating the next slice, the next bite, the pieces they snatched with their lips and danced on their tongues. "Do you wish to be made whole tonight?"

She held his gaze as he asked the simple question and her tears of earlier pricked her eyes. "Before we are properly married?"

"I have bedded you - am bedding you now - and you worry about being proper?"

She laughed at the absurd question and simply nodded. "I may have wondered the dark alleys doing a man's profession, but I do believe in being proper. I had a good teacher, too," she smiled and arched her back into him. "Please. I wish to be able to carry a child - your child."

She drew her legs up around him and he sighed, easing himself faster, urgently into her. "It may hurt, I was warned."

"I am safe in your arms."

"You maybe for now," he said, looking over her and down at where they were joined. "I… my friend said it may be several times -"

"Stop worrying. I am yours, no matter if I can bare you a child or you tear me apart. I am going to be yours for eternity."

He leaned into her, kissing her deeply as he picked up and slammed his cock deeper into her, faster, harder, rougher. His eyes turned deep red and he felt the familiar tightness in his loins, the tugging at his back. He leaned down and kissed her once more, letting his demonic wings rip from his flesh and spread, surrounding her, engulfing the little bit of light from the lanterns, turning their world into blackness.

"My lover!"

His cock bathed her insides with the cum, with the repairing powers, with the demonic need to breed his human, to keep her bedded and satisfied, under him and only him, begging for him over and over and over and over…

"Fuck me Sebastian!"

He held her tighter and he kissed her roughly, leaving her lips bruised and her legs splayed as he once more slammed her body into the table, his weeping cock once more bathed in their juices, cumming deep and long, hard and fast.

"Always, my love… always!"

The feeling of their coupling settled into a hum as he gathered her body into his and he pulled himself back, the black feathers and her bruised waist where he held her tightly the evidence of their rough and multiple sexing. He pulled her, feeling around her back, up her neck, his fingers into her hair and then sliding down around her rounded hips and down her legs, still holding him deep in her body.

"Mey-Rin?"

"Yes?"

He sighed and nestled his face into her shoulder. "I thought I had broken you."

"I'm stronger than I appear."

"I don't like my meat tough," he said, laughing into her kiss. "I like it tender. A tender lamb."

She pulled back and smiled, a laugh in her gaze as she looked about them. "That was not a tender, slow, lovers celebration. That was a raw claiming." She drew his face down and kissed him strongly. "And I loved every moment of that claiming."

"How are you not mad? I could have hurt you. I still may."

She brought her left hand to his cheek and glanced at the stone diamond. "Because you gave me more then a symbol of your love. You gave me your true self. You give me your true self much easier now." She caressed his cheek and smiled. "And, if you are quite done fucking me roughly, I would like to be taken a bit more tenderly now."

Sebastian shook his head and gave a breathy laugh into her ear. "Will you ever be satisfied?"

Mey-Rin threw her hands around his neck and bucked her hips, demanding he do the same. "Never will I say no to anything you propose to try my love. My sweet tooth has been found and I am going to endlessly demand your body and your baked goods and very hearty meals."

"My creame still is the best?"

"Only your creame will be my satisfaction. No one else has loved me and made me so happy."

He smiled and kissed her slowly, once more easing his cock out of her and slowly back into her, their juices making it easier to slide in and out. "I want your body."

"It's yours."

He pulled out and flipped her, so she was standing, bent over the table, and she closed her eyes, the morning fuck of many months ago, revisited a few times since, over the sink sprang to mind. "Oh… yes. I will take my delight again. I will claim you once more - but now, I will let you rest. A lamb needs to rest before it's thoroughly baked."

He buried his cock deep into her and his left hand slid over her mark on her left thigh, burning it once more, making Mey-Rin bit her lip in pain and pleasure, even as he fucked her, slowly and with tenderness, her back to his chest, and their lips dancing over each others. He finally pushed her to climax, and then sped up, making her cum quickly over and over. He kissed her neck and wretched her head to the side, claiming her lips with his. "Tender love is over for now my sweet Mey-Rin. I have the need of a demon to bed his chosen. Roughly and over and over again."

Mey-Rin sighed, her body now on the endless climax only her demon lover, her baker of the flesh, and consumer of her heart, brought when they were together, their needs, both loving and primal, rose and met the other in equally urgent thrusts.

"I love you, Sebastian!"

"And I, you."

The rain was met with the delightful howls of the pair fucking well into the afternoon, the thunder clapping as Mey-Rin screamed in pleasure. The sky seemed to know their love making was not finished and rumbled dangerously as Sebastian filled her slowly repairing womb with all the cum it could handle, and needed, to make the other woman of the Phantomhive Manor both satisfied, and pregnant.