Part 3: Separation
A cyclone tears at you, for from this product of lust comes two warring essences. You have the strength to endure the mighty gale, and what remains is unclouded.

I dedicate this chapter to my biggest fan. You know who you are, boo. *kiss*

I was grateful to have a late night appointment: a reason to slip away from my master, some other activity to give preoccupation. After that kiss, it was all I could do to whisper "sweet dreams" and shut the door softly behind me. What I desired in that moment was to flee.

I do not know what shocked me more, to be wanted or my reaction to being wanted. The whole situation was confusing and left me bitter. I wanted to be rid of these thoughts and Mey-Rin was willing to be a convenient distraction. I suppose in some way, her eavesdropping was serendipitous.

Mey-Rin's quarters were situated far on the other side of the manor, apart from the men's quarters, and even further from the master's. This normally would not be the case; while servant's quarters are always segregated, they are typically not so separated, but with Mey-Rin being the only woman in the house, it was easy to accommodate. Also, this allowed for her to be quite a bit closer to Elizabeth's guest room, so to better attend to her needs when she was visiting.

Narrow stairs led to the doorway. I could have brought a light with me, but in these dark hours, I rarely consider its use; I see well enough. Its purpose is more for others' benefit. Otherwise, my presence in the dark has a tendency to startle.

I tapped on the door, just enough to give a gentle alert. It was not a second after that she rushed to answer my knock.

"You appear eager this evening, Mey-Rin," I said, amused.

She blushed from the comment, and squeaked, "Would you come in?" shuffling aside to welcome me.

A single oil lamp was turned low on a bedside table, but its dim light was enough for such a cramped space, light just reaching the furthest corners. It was slightly chill; the embers in the wood stove had burned low. The kettle atop it poured a lazy thread of steam. Save for a chest of drawers with mirror and wash basin and a rifle by the bed, she kept the room sparse.

She closed the entrance and offered, "Would you care for some tea?"

"Surely you were not expecting to entertain for a late night tea party."

She looked at her stocking feet. Boots were discarded at the foot of the bed, and her uniform was neatly hung, already pressed for the next day. She only wore a simple shift of cotton that hung from her shoulders. It was a shock to see her bare arms, and I smiled at the sight of such fair skin. She clasped at her bare arms, perhaps sensing the chill of my gaze.

"Truth be told, I don't know what I'm expecting."

I resolved it best not to delay this dalliance. I clasped those soft arms and she jumped.

"Nervous?" She squeaked in response, her lips pursed, and the blush now to her forehead. "Oh my, please do not tell me this will be your first time. I could not bear it."

By this point she was a furious red. "Of course not!" I pulled her glasses from her face and set them next to the wash basin. "Please don't take my glasses! I can't see!"

"What is there to see, Mey-Rin? After this afternoon, do you not think you have seen enough?" I chuckled at her blatant embarrassment as she clutched at her burning cheeks. "Now now, I am not here to ridicule you, even if I am a little surprised by your reaction to me and my master."

The mere mention of him brought me back to earlier events. I imagined him writhing under me: brows knit, mouth agape, my hands forcing him to not look away—

Her shaking hands reached for my face, gazing at me with unfocused, dazzling eyes. "I must confess something, Sebastian. I just… I've dreamt of this, many a night, I have."

She traced my features, as soft as rose petal, unexpected for a maid whose hands are always busy scrubbing something. I leaned into the caress, replying, "By 'this,' are you referring to having me in your bed?"

My hands found purchase on her back, rubbing through thin cotton. I could feel muscle flutter, and she whispered, "When I saw you with the master, I kept thinking… how I wanted to be under you, in that music room."

I descended over her slender neck which produced a moan. She rose on her toes to give me better access. Soft hair cascaded over shoulders and swept gently over my face. The pheromones bloomed from the flesh, subtle eruption of sweet musk, trepidation and excitement. I grinned into that petal skin, knowing full well I would find much pleasure in slathering her with serpentine words.

She tugged at my wool coat. "Sebastian?"

Lips brushed over an ear. "Yes, dear?"

"Um... I have a question… Do you ever wear anything else other than a black suit?"

If there was ever a way to destroy what effort I was making to set a mood... "It is what my young master has provided me. Would you prefer I wear something else?"

"I'd prefer you wear nothing at all." She immediately clasped her hand over her mouth at the statement. My barking laughter did little for her embarrassment. "I'm sorry! It just came out!"

"Well, now would be as good a time as any to let it all out, would you agree?" I pulled the gloves off and set them neatly over those spectacles, Mey-Rin watching with curiosity.

"Are your nails black? What is that on your hand? Looks awfully suspicious, it does." It was for this reason I took the glasses from my far-sighted maid. In such tight quarters, she would have trouble making any real detail, even more so in dim light.

"Do not ask questions. You might not like the answers you receive." My bare hands trailed over the goose- pimpled skin of delicate arms. It would be best to keep the focus on her and her own pleasure. "Mey-Rin, I want you to undress me."

There is a strange thing that happens when a woman is met with a sordid encounter such as this. She is filled with such trepidation, for such endeavors require quite a lot of personal investment. Sex is always high stakes. I watched that unmistakable fear cascade with the arousal in her features, wide eyes and rosy cheeks. Ironically, it is this fear that causes them to leap toward sinful desire.

Her hands moved with determination, methodically peeling off each layer and hanging each article with care. With my bare chest revealed, she planted kisses, fingers trailing down to slacks. There was a reverence to how she handled me, not unlike how I would handle my own charge. While I was receptive to the affection, her lips warm against my skin, I could not immerse myself in this moment, for all the thought I was giving to my young master.

I stepped out of my slacks, drawers soon to follow. Mey-Rin looked down and exclaimed, "Good Lord in Heaven."

"Excuse me?"

"It's… it's big." She covered her face in shame. "Goodness me—"

I looked down myself, thinking, Am I really that big? and then further pondering, Not when I'm soft like this.

It was then that I realized that this situation was not arousing in the slightest. For all of our pawing at each other, Mey-Rin's desperate kisses, my urgency, the only thing I wanted to have on my mind was Ciel and his touch that could have me erect with no effort. I wanted to preoccupy myself with this attractive woman before me, and all I could think of was the very situation I had wanted to escape moments ago.

It was maddening, to feel like such an idiot.

She would not notice if I would wear that veneer of flawlessness. I did not want to offend the poor dear, after all.

I pulled the strings that held her shift on her shoulders. One tug exposed a breast and she gasped. Another string snapped free and the fabric pooled around her feet. She lifted her heavy breasts like an offering, eyes shimmering and expectant. "Oh how delicious." I pulled her to me and she was on the tips of her toes. I laid kisses on her chest, cock twitching against her soft mound. Sweet arousal blossomed from her.

"What is so special about the master? He's a boy. What can he offer that a woman can't?"

"What did I say about asking questions you do not want an answer to?" My hands tangled in her hair as lips trailed along her collar bone. "Besides, why does anything excite us? I would not waste a thought on why seeing me with the master has affected you so. I simply acknowledge that it does."

She grasped at my shoulders. "You would take advantage of me because of it."

"You want to be taken advantage of, you lecherous maid. And I tell you a secret; the young master wants to be taken advantage of as well," I whispered in her ear.

"Do you like to prey on the weak?"

"It is more accurate to say I prey on the desperate and the depraved - there is not necessarily weakness in those qualities." I felt her lips on my cheek, a sweet request for a kiss. I responded, my lips hard against hers. She moaned into me, her full breasts pressed against my chest. I breathed into her parted mouth, "You are not weak, and he is most certainly not either."

Mey-Rin pulled me to the bed, legs splayed in this "come hither" fashion and I played along. For having such a bashful disposition, I was surprised by her passionate affections: the nips at my neck, nails in my back, pulling my hair and the violent crash of lips. She desired me, and I cannot deny how pleasurable it feels to be wanted.

Ciel wanted me, so how is it that I wanted to shy away from that? Did I not initially instill that desire in him? No, I had only encouraged the feeling, and his feelings were always his own.

Mey-Rin could sense my distraction, and brought my attention back to her by tugging at an organ that was still not fully erect. She had the technique to remedy that, deft fingers that knew precisely where to place the right amount of pressure. I hovered over her and allowed myself to enjoy the sensation, and I could not help thinking to myself, it feels better when he does it.

"What are you thinking about, Sebastian?" Mey-Rin inquired.

I shuddered as her hand slipped under the length of me to reach for my sack. "About him." I was swollen with the thought.

"It is so very lecherous, it is."

"Indulge me, what was on your mind when you came across us in the music room?" My hands trailed lightly over her hips. "What did you see?"

She had the most impish grin. "Well, I was only walking past, because I had to fetch the linens from the attic you see. We all heard the music playing, surely it was not the young master playing, and he's talented, but not like that."

"Thank you." I felt rather smug from that compliment.

"Well, the music stopped as I was coming down the hall. I can't quite explain it, but it... did something to me, I felt caught. I approached the door, hoping to hear more, and I swear I wasn't going to disturb you two, honestly! That was when I heard... moaning; and I heard your voice. The acoustics are quite good in that room, they are. It was then I peeked in to see... oh I can't say it!"

My hands traveled to a warm slit, fingers feathering over the folds. Her voice quivered and legs spread further. Her urgent stroking hinted that my hands should continue their travels. "Oh please tell me more."

"The way you move your hips, and how the young master arched his back. And how he came... like he fell to pieces. Oh I can't believe we're talking about this!" Her voice raised in pitch as I continued my explorations, growing slickness between my fingers. "It was despicable, but I couldn't look away, no sir."

The topic of discussion had her pulling at my erection with fervor, or perhaps she was encouraged by my panting. I could not say which. To watch that boy's climax was as brilliant as a looking glass shattering, a brief moment where the light reflects in all directions and dissipates to haunting stillness.

"He had his hands on my cock, Mey-Rin." She was so wet.

"Tell me, what did you do?" I could feel those petals quiver.

"I kept playing the violin."

"Wait, he was jerking you while you were playing the violin?" An amused expression flipped over her face as she continued to work my now thick organ. "Dirty little bugger," she giggled.

I considered what Ciel thought of my build. I lavished attention over his boyish figure and responsive nature, but what did he find appealing about my physique? When he had my cock in his thin hands, was he aroused by it? Did he really want it?

What would I do if he really did? I was aching over the thought of it.

Mey-Rin inquired, "What other sort of deplorable things have you done to him?"

"Might I demonstrate?" I moved her hand away from my erection that hung heavily and moved lower. I just needed a moment's distraction, and I needed her to just stop talking for a moment. I pressed kisses into her belly, roaming further down as I positioned my hands underneath her thighs.

She must have understood what my intentions were. "Oh my goodness, you mustn't!" she squealed, then laughed and attempted to squirm away.

I held her fast. "Oh I think I should. And you cannot say you do not want me to." She relented, allowing me to dip into the apex between her legs. Her strong scent, an animalistic heat, fresh and wanting, filled my awareness and I craved it.

A single kiss for that flower caused her to relax and open completely. Legs draped over my shoulders, her hands shook, and I spread lips to further expose a petite bud, red and full. As my tongue flickered over blazing nerves, her hips trembled violently and Mey-Rin gave a strangled cry. I looked up to see her hand over her mouth, the other on a breast. I took in her nectar, tasting desire and loneliness, shame and liberation, the salty tang of a woman in heat. Such a sweet libation to offer to debauchery, and I could feel the tightness winding within me.

"It's never, hah— felt like this, Sebastian."

I rose slightly. "Quite a pity, that I should be the one to introduce you to this pleasure."

"Hardly a pity."

In some small way, I suppose I could be flattered, but I was too busy churning through my own conflicts. I ached for the woman who would give herself so easily to me. Lips smacked over the pulsing bud, I dipped a finger into her wet entrance, soft and tight. Grazing over a ridge caused her hips to jerk. I continued this pattern, sucking and nibbling, stroking and pressing, and it was not long before Mey-Rin belted a gorgeous cry, her body riotous life, sex pulsing, wet overtaking, hips bucking and toes curling. I tasted want, the primordial lust and unshakable instinct to survive, perpetuate and fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Sebastian, you can't be human." Mey-Rin's head was on the pillow, eyes closed, thighs still quivering.

"The sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair..." that slit was engorged, entrance puckered and beckoning me in. I mounted, being reminded of such a heavy scripture, feeling so swept in an ancient need to feel the glory of creation once more, and to utterly corrupt it. Distended and eager, I pressed into swollen flesh, a slow impalement. Mey-Rin ground her own hips up to me, seeking the fullness. Her hands clawed at me, uninhibited need, teeth gritted, and as I slipped in completely her mouth formed an O, heavy lidded and pink heat splayed across her breasts.

"Yes, yes, Sebastian... oh do you wish you could take your master in this manner?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

I wish she had not opened her mouth again, or looked at me with such smugness.

"If given the order, yes, I would." Another thrust. The thought flooded my mind and I felt a quiver in the core of me, imagining Ciel in this position, legs hoisted high, smelling his need and sweat on my bare chest. I ground into the woman, feeling her tighten against me.

I had only told a half-truth; yes, a thousand times yes I would take him more completely than this cunt.

I suppose having me had sent her to new levels of confidence. Her lips curled as she purred, "But you can't take him like you can a woman."

I slid out and forcefully turned the woman on the bed. I just could not stand to look at her. "On your knees." I commanded. I parted her wet little swell and entered roughly. She howled in response. "Yes, you women must consider yourselves to be in possession of something quite special." I thrust hard. "An orifice to fuck." She was much tighter in this position. "And you think my master is incapable of supplying that? Honestly, woman, how do you think men would sodomize one another?"

Mey-Rin panted, "You are diabolical."

"If I were truly diabolical, I would just take you truly as I would my master. I suppose I can spare you." I whispered in her ear, "While I would prefer his tight ass, your hot little quim is servicing me well enough." Above the yelps of that woman I considered how desperate I was for him, all of him.

"Yes, yes, harder, oh-" I grasped at those wide hips, thinking of how delicious it would be to have Ciel's rear pushing against me, his heat, and I drove violently into the woman. Her head in the pillow, she reached between her legs, pawing at swollen folds. She panted as I felt her heat grow, and again she jerked into a furious orgasm, again, the walls clenching over me, and the pressure seductive.

"Mey-Rin, keep at it and I just may lose myself," I panted.

She was incoherent, screaming into her pillow, jerking wildly as she rubbed furiously at a swollen pearl of nerves. "Don't stop! Fuck-" and again she quivered, urging an erratic speed, and I felt the climax seizing me, pulling me into her, a swollen Abyss, putrid black, musk and pheromones peaking, and my own release was violent, emptying myself in such an innocent vessel that I just could not take completely, despite a small urge to just be done with it and fill the emptiness... that I was reserving for some other soul.

I trembled and huffed, still embedded firmly in her sex. She looked very eager to simply collapse, swaying under me. I pulled from her, and she flopped over, utterly spent and perfectly content with herself. She looked at me with eyes sparkling with affection. She held her arms out, urging me to rest on pillowy breasts and thick thighs. I wanted nothing more than to leave.

There was a moment of silence where I sat on the edge of the bed. Finally, I turned around to look down at the pillow. "I must ask, do not make a habit of snooping on my master."

"And if I do?"

I shot her a menacing glare. "You must not. You have your own reputation to consider as well." My black fingernails lightly traced over her stomach. "You really do not want anyone to find out of this rendezvous, especially the young master."

"He doesn't have to know."

"Of course not, but he is incredibly perceptive. Be careful." I rose from the bed. I pulled my clothes from the hanger on the wall and started dressing. "Remember what this is, Mey-Rin. I just extended to you a favor, in exchange for your secrecy and silence. Do not expect more than that." I turned to see a woman looking rather dejected. "Please do not tell me you were hoping for more."

She looked down. "Of course not… It was just..."

I did feel sympathy for the woman, lonely and awkward, scarred from her own past and hoping for some companionship at some point in her life. "Please understand I am the wrong sort to turn to for what you are seeking. And my allegiance is to my master and no other."

I made use of the wash basin to wash my hands, and slipped on the gloves. Checking my hair, I said, "Mey-Rin, I have a personal question, but I suppose there's no need for formalities after tonight."

"Okay…"

"You are fertile. I can smell it on you."

I could see her face turn scarlet in the reflection of the mirror, "How could you—"

I smirked, "And you count your days, may I assume? Oh, you do not?" I watched her shake her head. "I will have a tincture for you by next week." I turned. "You would do well to take it."

Realization dawned on her face. "Hmm. Always the perfect butler."

"Naturally." I slipped on my jacket and gave an icy smile. "Good night, Mey-Rin. See you early."