Hello! My little surprise is here! Let's see what Sebastian and Selina have to say about their relationship and feelings for each other 😍! Dear people, if you would be so kind to let me know how you find my little experiment! Remember, first person narration is not really my cup of tea... I guess my old age is making an appearance, since when I was a kid... I don't remember reading many books written in first person. I might be wrong, but I have a feeling that with the rise in popularity of many romances centering solely on the female lead, first person started becoming the preferred style and, even though it's not bad - not at all in some cases - personally, I find it lacking in helping me get to know all characters and that's a huge miss for me.
Anyway, you are not here for literary discussions, I do apologize. I can get lost in such discussions very easily, therefore, I zip it and let you enjoy our favorite couple's ramblings! 😁
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or its characters. I entirely own only my OCs, arcs and ideas/themes not mentioned in any form of the franchise (manga, anime, games, movies or musicals).
The Butler & the Tutor, Points of View
Humans... So annoying but peculiar creatures. Ever since I was young, I really enjoyed spending time in the human dimension, mingling with and observing them before consuming their souls; but unfortunately, I soon began getting tired and bored of them.
No matter how wonderfully they and their world evolved, they maintained some patterns of behaviour and thought, repeating them again and again through centuries and millennia. It went beyond simply being consistent; an endless cycle of repetition. The same mistakes, lies, crimes and sins directed to others and themselves too; and above all, the same stupid illusion of believing in an ultimately benevolent higher being to forgive and save them from mine and my kind's clutches...
Ha! I know better how rotten the messengers of this "higher being" can turn. And the most amusing was that humans even waged wars on each other in the name of this being. Do not get me wrong, I had a splendid time during crusades, killing and eating souls to my heart's content, but still... so foolish. Oh, how they made me laugh!
Nevertheless, I continued interacting with humans and occasionally observing them, but not with my previous fervour, because they had become quite predictable and dull in my eyes... Unlike cats!
Aww! How beautiful they are, my little ones! So soft and warm, so undecipherable and mysterious; it is like they keep the secrets of the world in their sparkling eyes an- Oh, sorry, I forgot myself, apologies. What was I saying? Oh, yes. About how disappointed I was in humans.
Therefore, I kept filling my stomach by gobbling down souls indiscriminately, but I soon realised that was not enough for me; I felt like something was missing, nothing excited me and the souls had no particular taste anymore! That was when and why I decided to look for a soul of exquisite taste to satisfy my hunger, and perhaps manage to gift me some form of thrill I needed so much. My determination was so great that I did not hesitate to starve myself while searching for or perhaps cultivating the soul to the desirable level.
It took me quite some time to find such a soul but when I did, I felt such a great pull from the so strong summoning. I already could taste the burning hate, maddening wrath, heartbreaking pain and the most delectable desperation of the summoner. Yes, that was indeed the soul I was searching for!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" That slip of a human child in the cage was screaming with all the strength his small, sickly body had. His blue eyes were burning with so much hate; he wanted to see the humans around him dying a horrible death at whatever cost... unwittingly, he even sacrificed what was most precious to him... until then at least.
"My, my! What a surprise!" I said standing in front of the child that was now cowering in fear. "You are quite the tiny, little master!" I could not help but chuckle.
It took a while for him to find the necessary strength and determination to bind himself to me with a contract. He was so scared and reached very close to the breaking point of his sanity; I know for sure there are some cracks in his mind's walls and I am very careful in not widening them too soon, because that would certainly spoil the taste... and the fun. But when he looked at me with so dark, sparkling from hate eyes, I knew he was worth the effort, even if I had to serve him and endure belittlement from my precious young master… like when he named me after his… dog!
"Power... I want power... I want the power to take revenge on everyone who did this to us! Demon! I will form a contract with you!" He screamed as he stretched his small hand to me. He looked like a wilful kitten not letting go of his toy... so adorable!
I will not get into details, as you already know about our circumstances; I will only say that for three years I actually thought he was everything I needed. The only human, so different from all others, that, through the cases his Queen ordered him to solve, could gift me some of the excitement I longed for centuries. Plus, his ruthlessness, despite his young age, and unmovable determination to achieve his goals, regardless the cost on his soul, along his so kitty-like reactions in many occasions, made me believe he was indeed all I needed and searched in a human and meal, of course...
But I changed my mind when I met someone that would gift me so much excitement and pleasure in a whole new level, beating down every meal of the highest quality.
To be honest, at first I paid little to no attention to young lady Dankworth's tutor. She was just a small, meek, blond creature. Yes, her big blue, sparkling eyes and sun-kissed face seemed cute - even in my eyes - but not enough for me to pursue getting her attention; especially when I could barely hear her shy, trembling voice when standing behind Dankworth, like a faithful dog with eyes on the floor. But then the bizarre dolls came and I was immensely surprised to see her balancing on top of some crates, working a pair of sharp blades in her hands with feline flexibility, accuracy and speed, while all meekness had disappeared from her face, revealing a professional killer.
The awe she emanated as her practised eyes followed my every move, as I was destroying the dolls and her voice when she spoke to me again were a revelation of sorts! A very self-confident woman with strong and steady voice and gaze, staring at me fully aware of who and what she had in front of her, with no trace of fear, disgust or hate in her eyes or aura… A truly peculiar human creature.
That impression intensified throughout the Campania incident as her aura was constantly changing, getting stronger, making my body tingle; thirstily drinking it and even significantly relieving me from pain when stabbed by Undertaker's scythe. After the shipwreck, young master surprised me - as well as her - when he hired her on spot as his tutor; but it was a welcoming surprise, as I too wanted to be close to this intriguing, obviously not entirely human woman and find out more about her.
However, that was not all, as I felt it would be extremely interesting to finally work together with a capable and smart human, for a change… She surprised me when, after I had recovered from Undertaker's death scythe stab, she came to me and asked how she could help!
"What do you mean, Miss Clark? You are a tutor, I could not possibly ask you to deal with house chores!" I told her while polishing some knives that, needless to say, Mey-Rin had almost destroyed by rubbing them with shoe varnish.
"Why not?" She asked, not understanding the reason of me denying. "Look, Mr. Michaelis, I am a tutor only for specific subjects and I guess lessons with young master will not take longer than two hours every day, since he is so busy with other obligations too. Let's say, that I will be needing approximately two more hours to prepare the lesson or correct any homework, although the specific subjects are studied more in the form of discussions than traditional teaching... if you know what I mean." She finished not sure if she made herself understood.
I nodded. "Still, it is not appropriate for a tutor to do the work of a maid, for which you do not have the needed skills. I am really grateful for your help the other day, when I was ordered to rest, but-"
"Mr. Michaelis, I beg you! Do not condemn me in dying from boredom right from the start. I told you, my tutoring duties will not take more than four or five hours daily, so what am I supposed to do the rest of the day? I love reading but I am too energetic, as a person, to spend countless days like that. Plus, you cannot even imagine the jobs I have worked in before I become a tutor; I am fully confident I have the necessary skills for housekeeping... perhaps, I can even help Mey-Rin improve!" Her blue eyes were sparkling full of determination, and strangely enough, I found I could not deny her reasoning... but I still wanted to test her, I thought it would be so amusing.
"If you insist, Miss Clark. Then I will leave the polishing to you." I said as I pulled a pair of gloves from my pocket, gave them to her to cover her... beautifully slim fingers and was about to start explaining her the process, but she was already down to business as soon as she pulled on my gloves. In less than five minutes of observing her, I was convinced she indeed was fully capable for the job... as well as quite effective and quick.
Selina Clark has a strange talent of making everyone around her feel very comfortable and familiar with her. Before I realized, she had become an inseparable part of the Phantomhive household. And I am not referring to the imbeciles that seemed to adore her right from the moment she set foot in the manor, but to young master, who normally would get angry if any of his servants exhibited caring feelings towards him. In Selina's case, however, although obvious that she considered, cared for and admired the boy as something more than just her master – I will never understand the reason behind most of these feelings – young master could never find an excuse to reprimand her for that and he was getting so embarrassed by her discreet affection towards him... something I, of course, found so funny and amusing.
Nevertheless, this strange human's talent was not limited to affecting only her kind, but me too. Not long after her arrival, I could sense her presence wherever I was in the manor; I could hear her voice, her melodic laughter coming straight from her heart and smell her scent, that of warmth and sun. I really cannot describe it better, but I often found myself unconsciously breathing deep that scent, instantly calming down and forgetting any anger, stress or irritation I might had at the moment; it also came to my attention that I started smiling and chuckling more often, enjoying her sharp humour and sarcasm. Selina's presence and aura felt like a cheerful buzzing around the manor that normally should annoy me; on the contrary, I found it really amusing and enjoyable. But that was not all... things were about to change soon.
While in Weston, I realised I had gotten so used to her presence that I actually missed her... A first for me, since the only creatures I can miss are cats!
I caught myself thinking about Miss Clark very often and quite fondly, while having a desire to talk to her, work with her, see her smile and hear her voice, stand close to her, tease her, perhaps even touch her a little. Whenever I thought all these, I began feeling hot, which was not logical as the weather was not that warm yet and I rarely get affected by the human world's climate... but that was obviously not the reason.
My night visits at the manor succeeded in subduing all these strange sensations only for a while, because when I was back at the school they returned stronger and I managed to maintain my control, as always, only because I am one hell of a butler! It was the night of the football match she organized for Finny, that the pieces started clicking together like a puzzle.
I had already observed she did not really use any artificial means to... theoretically improve her appearance with all the poisons women use on their skin and, obviously, the thought of attempting to seduce me - as any other woman would do - had never crossed her mind, especially after reassuring her I held no interest in sexually interacting with humans. Therefore, she was totally oblivious of how sensual she looked that night – lying in bed half dressed and half asleep – and how unselfconscious was every move she made while casually talking to me.
The trousers, tighter than the ones on Campania, revealing every little detail of her so perfectly shaped legs and thighs; her stomach and chest peeking out of the half unbuttoned shirt sticking on her with sweat. The golden waterfall of her hair on the pillow surrounding her sun-kissed but peaceful sleepy face, made her look like she had come out of a renaissance painting! Also, her slightly hoarse from sleep voice and the way she messed with her hair, stating she was a messy woman, affected me to a level unknown to me. Exiting the room I had to loosen the upper buttons of my professorial robe and shirt; I needed air to cool my head right away and to quickly solve the riddle her aura and everything about her were to me!
Only the fact that I had to be concentrated on young master's training for the cricket tournament and the search for Derrick Arden was what held me back the following days, resisting a strong, unfamiliar, desire of replaying in my mind everything that transpired between Selina and me that night... only with some changes.
However, the night I found out she was one of the rarest supernatural creatures – a natural born, grey witch! – I was so thrilled, that I had to actually struggle with myself to maintain my self-control and not give in to a great part of my brain pushing me to do things I had previously done to many humans for very specific reasons. But with Selina, I had no logical reason or gain to do them, so I can only assume I genuinely wanted to kiss, taste, touch her, make her body mine and bring out the tremendous amounts of passion I suspected she had.
She was revealing everything to me, I should be furious and cautious towards her, but I could only pretend to be; my excitement was taking over.
Her lips were moving as she talked and I could not stop wondering how soft they would feel and taste. I could easily picture me pushing her to the kitchen wall, pulling her skirt up and wrapping her legs around my waist, the same time my mouth would steal away any cry or word of protest, but I did not want to scare or hurt her and turn her hate on me.
When I seduce my victims, I usually make them think they freely choose the pleasure I gift them; in Selina's case I really wanted her to give in to me with her own free will… the realization of that left me speechless once again. On the other hand, the idea of Selina truly desiring and lusting for me – something told me she already did, but logic prevented her from admitting it – was exhilarating, that was why I did not mind going slowly about winning her over and making her begging me to make love to her.
However, I could not resist teasing her, when she boldly declared she would fight me, if she had to defend herself. She was so adorable, looking like a cat, confident about her strength, warning her opponent, that I simply had to pick on her somehow!
"Fight me? Are you sure you could do that, my little witch?" I said grinning as I kept leaning closer, not allowing her eyes to move away from mine.
When our mouths were only a few inches apart, she tried to say something but failed, as my tongue took a quick taste of her soft, hot and honey-flavoured lips. Her eyes became bigger and rounder realising what I did; a deep scarlet colour exploded on her cheeks and she ran out of the kitchen like a lightning bolt, leaving me alone to deal with that persistent jolt of electricity running through my body, as soon as my appendage touched her lips and... with having to make an edible pie to replace that of Bard's... What a naughty woman!
It was still too early for me to begin my day when I got back to Weston; therefore, I removed my robe and lied in bed for a while, thinking about this so peculiar woman. Her image was burned in my mind. Her flushed face, her hot panting breath, her sparkling eyes and the smooth skin of her forearms, throat and lips joined those of the football night putting my fantasy on fire.
I could not stop but wondering how smooth and warm her flat stomach would feel under my bare hands; how perfectly her round breasts would fit in my palms; and when her chest was rising and falling while breathing, all I wanted was to feel with my lips her loud heartbeat echoing in the veins of her collarbone and throat. I remembered her twisting her hips so enticingly the other night and imagined myself climbing in her bed, pushing her to lie on her stomach and then pressing my hips on her rear, feeling her hotness becoming one with mine and firing up my entire body... Or her face crumbling and her body writhing with desire underneath me, arching to me as I would take her like no one else before. And that was my point of no return.
"Ah! Selina!" A cry of her name left my lips the moment I reached a new peak I had only pretended to experience before. "Oh, my little, beautiful witch. I have no idea why this is happening and where it will lead us, but... I must have you! Soon!" I said to myself as my human body, lying on the bed, was trembling, still under the effects of a strong climax.
I kept panting in an effort to catch my breath as the haze of lust lifted from my mind and slowly realized what had just happened. While fantasizing about Selina, my hands unconsciously had unfastened my trousers, slipped in to find my manhood and started pleasuring me quite successfully! Honestly, that was one more first for me; I had never felt the need to do that; in the past I did it, rarely, only to add to my pretence of lus-
Pardon? You have no desire to listen to every detail? Ha ha ha ha! All right, as you wish. I will move on, then.
For a very short time, I hoped I would be relieved from my accumulating fascination with this strange human after that outburst of mine, but in vain... The same images came to me again and again and new ones from our sparring night and other encounters fuelled my desire even more. Therefore, our game of cat and mouse continued with me enjoying it to the utmost; even though my increasing lust and efforts to satisfy myself were a torture - it really felt something was missing - and Selina getting flustered, embarrassed and angry with herself... Aww, she was so cute in that state!
Logic dictated her to resist me, her lips followed that, but her body, heart, instinct or whatever else, were pushing her to give in to me and enjoy; her reactions and scent were speaking volumes to me, even when she asked me to stop playing games and kept struggling to suppress her own lust and arousal. I had to device a way to create a situation, where she would have no other choice other than surrender to me, but the St. Ives case did that for me... it came right at the perfect moment!
It would be just one more role I had to play, that of Selina's husband, but I found it excited me more than any other before; I could not wait to find excuses to touch, caress her and... Who knows what else? I have to admit that, I felt so grateful to Bates and his voyeurism, since it allowed me to finally make Selina mine entirely, that I could be really generous and allow him to live – after breaking him enough to not be able to think, let alone practice magic – had he not tried to molest and then kill my precious witch... but he did and ended up dead for good.
Do you want to hear how kissing and making love to my little succubus felt for the first time? What? You are surprised by the characterisation? I do not understand why, it is not like I have not said it before. You thought I was joking? Ha ha ha! Oh, no my dear... I could not be more serious.
She is the perfect little, teasing demon, firing up my desire with every little thing she does and says... even when she resists me and tries to reason with me! She played perfectly the role of the innocent wife of our era; starting from inside the train, where she tried to avoid the real kiss a married couple would share, and the second night in St. Ives, where she suggested just pretending making love and "not pushing ourselves to actions we would not enjoy"... How tricky she is! Truth is, she was just afraid of losing herself in a demon, abandon all logic and willingly give in to him, give in to the man she desired more than any other before, more than what she desired that excuse of a man, Paul.
Despite all her strong will and determination, she finally responded to my kiss while on the train and with so much fervour that I felt I was being devoured... and I liked it! I had her trembling body in my arms, I was caressing her silky, golden hair and smooth, red cheek, I was kissing and tasting her honey flavoured lips and tongue and desire pooled in my loins melting my bones; I wanted more and more, I wanted to possess her body entirely and she to do the same to mine. Exactly what happened our second night to the resort!
Oh yes! Once she pulled down all her defences and showed me how she truly is, how much passion she has in her – more than what I had already witnessed, thought or imagined – I too could not stop myself. I gave in to her entirely and enjoyed every moment to the fullest!
"D-Don't stop, p-please!" Was the only thing for which she begged me and then only the magical sounds of her moans and of my name – which I never expected to sound so... erotic said by the right person – left her lips. The complete opposite from many other women, who never stopped talking and begging me to stop, even though they meant the opposite and I did not need them to talk at the specific moment... so annoying.
Selina was different; she did not beg but demanded! She accepted everything I did to her and at the same time guided me on how exactly she wanted me to please her. Her body pulling me deeper, her legs and arms wrapping around me, imprisoning me and her hands and mouth exploring every corner of this fake body, making it feel so so real; her nails raking my back until it bled, gifted me such an exquisite pain and pleasure. No other creature had ever managed to melt all of my bones, drown me in a hot pool of lust or take me higher as if consuming the strongest drug. No words were needed as our eyes said everything and our bodies kept moving perfectly together; we even reached our climaxes simultaneously, like we had become... two bodies in one! I had finally found what was missing for me to reach the absolute ecstasy; herself and her passion! So enchanting! At some point we were nothing more than a fiery ball of passion; thrusting, pulling, kissing, biting and scratching each other, until we were left breathless, with no ounce of energy in our numb but so deeply satiated bodies!
Hmm? How did I get up and leave right after she fell asleep, if I was so drained? Oh, my dear, I am a demon and one hell of a lover. It goes without saying I recovered my strength in a matter of minutes... plus, the aura of my little witch helped too, as we later found out it was the case.
Of course, that was not all; it was not a one-time event, because we kept desiring each other every night, even when we fought and, on my part, it was not lessened at all when I saw, in action, her ultimate power of Blue Flame that could turn me to cinders in a blink of an eye if she wished. But I knew she did not wish to, no matter her occasional threats when I get to her nerves, because the ecstasy we gave each other was tremendous. I was still troubled by the fact I was so attracted to a human and I asked Selina's annoying angelic cousin to find the answer, something she also wanted to know in order to protect Selina from me, but I really thought I had finally deciphered the riddle Selina was... I was so mistaken.
Selina got distant after our return to the manor, and even though she never accused me to master or the others for harassing her and did not seem to regret what happened, she was hesitant – perhaps even scared – to allow it continue although she wanted it; something was holding her back. I admit I was astounded to find out she had heard my discussion with Miranda... or at least part of it, and the conclusions to which she jumped caused her so much distress and pain. I felt the urgent need to wipe from her mind the idea I made love to her only to feed from her magical aura...
The only means I had in my disposal to convince her of that, were my words and body and I could not be sure if I successfully achieved my goal, but the distance she had kept from me had obviously affected her as much as it had me, and from then on we both wallowed in pleasure very very often... We could not get enough of each other and we were absolutely fine with it; we had fun and great time together no matter the circumstances.
I was really content with how things were, even though a stupid idea had been stuck in her mind. She had really convinced herself that what we had was something like a deal - a subcontract as she called it - in which we had 'just sex' with no emotion; something completely logical, convenient and natural for me, but then... why I always felt irritated when she mentioned it? Was it just because she was faster to consider it like this? Was it because I did not get the chance to propose it? Would I ever propose it? Honestly, I had no idea, the only thing I knew was that I never agreed in such a deal and it bothered me that she deemed it like that... so coldly.
However, the answers we sought soon came...
Selina, a grey soul and witch, meant to be a demon's stabilizer, taming our kind's innate madness and insatiable hunger before reaching its peak. She was meant to be a demon's mate... my mate for life!
I cannot deny I disliked the idea of being bound to a human – even if she was a magical one with great powers and lifespan – but fortunately nothing was written in stone, since we both had to decide how our relationship would continue and whether we were ready to accept each other completely.
After successfully angering and getting rid of that annoying angel, once again wanting to mess in other people's business, I collected my thoughts and started kneading some dough for young master's morning croissants but I had to pause, overwhelmed by images.
I thought of all these things Selina did and excited me, things I would find annoying in every other human. I remembered how Selina cried in her sleep the last day in St. Ives, and how I wanted to hold her and send away the cause of her sadness; how much I liked to see her smile filled with good intention when she was making fun of me, and how it became even brighter when I smiled back; how sometimes I did it just to see hers drawn on her beautiful lips and sparkling in her eyes.
Many images crossed my mind and one of them was that ice cream cake I made for young master after we got back from Weston. Selina devoured it in a few moments and looked so blissful enjoying every mouthful as if tasting a piece of heaven... Oh, how light-headed that made me feel! And then I realised that all the while I thought I made the cake for my master, but... now I knew I actually made it for her.
All these and many more started occupying my mind every night or whenever I was alone, allowing myself to ponder on the matter. I decided to try keep my distance from Selina and restrain my passion for her, until I come to a final rational decision... It was hard, unbearable at times, for me to be distant and for her to be understanding, no matter how much it hurt her seeing me formal and cold towards her.
I heard everything about her life and how intertwined we were and will be; logic flew out of the window; I just wanted to have her, possess her and erase that bug Paul from her mind, heart and soul. I wanted for myself to be the only man in her life!
However, I almost made the opposite decision after seeing her crying for him. I got so furious I felt the need to tear him apart, if I could reach him, crush and make him suffer without end. At that moment, I thought I did not need Selina. It was better to miss her and the pleasures she gave me than having her by my side, thinking of someone else. I did not know why, but that bothered me to the point my chest hurt.
I was certain I had managed to ignore the small but strong voice within me, screaming to accept her; that I had decided to end everything between us, yet thinking I should make sure to be present in her past and guarantee she would be sent back in time to play her part in young master's contract... if that was not in contradiction with my interests, of course. But for some reason, I always postponed announcing her my decisions and that made me more furious. I became unreasonably, even for me, aggressive and hostile, always reprimanding her for no reason... and she always accepted everything I said, managing to infuriate me even more. She never really pushed me to quickly decide and never spoke about her own decision; she was so stoic and sad that I soon began doubting myself.
The night she got drunk and made love to me so wildly, fiery and passionate – like she was bidding farewell to me with her body and salty tears – I realised how it would feel not to have her at all... and that almost drove me mad with a pain that gave me no pleasure. I spent the night holding her tightly in my arms and finally did what I should have done from the start, instead of giving in to momentary bitterness and fury; I thought and played various scenarios in my mind.
Yes, it was very hard to choose, so confusing! On one hand, my demonic instincts told me to leave, run away from her and my mind agreed that was the right thing to do; remain free with no strings attached to any human other than my occasional meal. Perhaps if I killed her it would be better for me. But the image, even the thought of my hands causing her something other than absolute pleasure terrified me! Not being close to her and trying to fight and forget the mesmerising feeling she caused me every time she abandoned herself in my hands felt like the worst torture... and as I have already stated, I like to torture others, but not being tortured that much... unless the torturer is my sweet witch!
I pictured how empty and monotonous my life was before she came - my young master's adventures and requests always welcome small intermissions - and compared it to how I spent each night with her, even if she was just sleeping happily in my arms, squeezing her body on mine and mumbling my name with a smile.
At that moment, my eyes opened and realised there was no point in fighting, because without even realising it, she weaved a silky web around me and I willingly got trapped in there, drawn to her like a moth does to a flame even if it kills it. Therefore, my true final decision was made... For the first time I admitted to myself I was not as strong as I thought; I was not strong enough to stay away from her and live for centuries without her... and that did not bother me. I actually preferred it from the madness the separation would eventually bring on me.
You know the rest. The following morning she got so upset with herself leaving me no room to talk and she still refused to tell me her own decision, although everything about her was making her feelings evident. The pain in her eyes was something I could not easily bear and that was why I sent her to the library that very night, where she would not escape from me and I would be able to announce that she would always be my only choice.
Pardon me? That was not a simple announcement, but a torture? Ha ha ha! Well my dear, it is simply impossible for me to miss the chance of teasing my cute witch, I just could not resist. Her kiss tasted even better, because her passion was fired up by her overwhelming happiness following after the unbearable pain, sadness and desperation she felt, thinking I rejected her.
While escaping from Wolfsschlucht I kissed her in front of everyone only to see her reaction; I returned the wedding ring to her just to see her blush; in a way I proposed marriage to make her lose her words and I happily accepted my master's whim ordering us to indeed get married, only because I was dying to see how embarrassed she would get during the ceremony... and it was worth it every time. So yes, you are correct; I will never stop teasing her in some way, because I will always enjoy watching her feelings for me being so eloquently expressed on her cute face and so beautiful eyes. In the end, I am a demon, so please, be prepared!
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Ever since I remember myself I could sense people's different auras, and felt absolutely normal to me that some had a lighter and others a darker one; that did not change when I learned what the difference meant or what demons do to human souls, and the fact that I ended up killing demons as my job was just that… a job. Surely, I felt nice protecting humans, but as I have already said, there were countless humans who were not innocent victims, on the contrary they too were quite evil, chickening at the last minute out of an agreement they had made fully aware of what was at stake.
When William T. Spears assigned me to assist Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis in their contract, I was actually surprised. Not because I would have to gain the trust and cooperation of a demon, but because that order came from the lips of the sternest reaper I knew, who never missed a chance to make clear how much demons disgusted him.
Anyway, I must admit I was astounded, reading the file reapers had for the demon under the name of Sebastian Michaelis and at the level of skills he seemed to have. From the picture in the file, I could see he had created a handsome appearance for himself and when I saw him through Ciel's memories I thought "Wow! He really looks handsome and interesting, but okay, he is not real."
Through a memory orb, I watched him seducing Beast, while in the circus, and got really flustered at the thought I could easily be in her place. He exploited the poor woman's emotional wounds to persuade her to willingly give in to him and… well, I had my own emotional scars he could easily reopen if he wanted to manipulate me somehow. Also, as a fellow woman I felt really furious for another woman to be used like that, and even worse, to be led thinking she just freely chose to experience a night of pleasure and relief by having sex and talking with a man attracting her only physically.
What? Did I get turned on by wondering what kind of a lover he was to make Beast respond so… vocally? Hey! I am not into that kind of stuff; I'm not a Peeping Tom, no matter how sexy the man can be… Plus, at that point I made up my mind I should not ever lose to the demon and allow him to play with me in a similar manner.
Of course… that started getting harder after I met him face to face on Campania…
"Ciel! Let me introduce you my friend, Mary Dankworth, and Lord Dankworth, her dear father. Mary, this is my fiancé Ciel Phantomhive! Is he not cute?" Lady Lizzie squealed, introducing the so petite for his age young Earl Phantomhive, and my bitchy young mistress wore her best fake smile, probably thinking herself cuter than Lady Lizzie, enough to perhaps charm the boy… Ew! "Oh, and this is Selina Clark, Mary's so kind tutor, and this is Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel's amazing butler! I think you two could become great friends. You are so similar in character as your facial characteristics show, right Paula?" Lizzie went on, asking her own personal maid with whom I was getting along quite well… according to the role I too played.
"I have no doubt, my lady. Your skills in physiognomy are unmistakable." The butler said as he slightly bowed to the blond girl; his voice was so full of evident irony, it made me wonder how no one realized… Correction, the boy did and glared at the demon with such an authoritarian look that would work on any normal butler; it only managed to amuse this one. "Miss Clark, a pleasure to meet you." He then said to me quite suddenly and I slightly jumped as his velvety voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Ah, yes. N-nice to meet you too, Mr. Michaelis." I responded accordingly and returned the small bow he did to me, just like a proper gentleman. His mahogany eyes did not leave my face for a few moments, obviously scanning me to see if he could easily place me in the palm of his hand; he smirked so slightly that I almost missed it… and that was when I blushed!
Argh! Yes, I was playing the role of the timid, little tutor coming from a girls' school etc. but was it necessary to blush at that specific moment? Jeez! But it was okay… I could still salvage the situation and hopefully make him lose interest; I cast my eyes on the wooden deck and avoided looking straight at him ever again.
"Are you so fascinated by that Michaelis that you cannot take your eyes off him?" My lady said a little later, while we were heading to her cabin to get some rest, interrupting my observing of the demon butler, still standing on deck behind the boy.
"My lady, what makes you say that? I-it is not appropriate." I said in a vain effort to make her stop staring at me with that infuriating look on her face, like she had tasted something sour.
"You are walking forward but your head constantly turns back and stare at him so insistently. Sure, he is a handsome man but he is too tall and thin. I bet he does not eat much, for some stupid reason, since he serves such a wealthy master. I am sure the Earl's leftovers are delicious…" She went on prattling and managing to break my nerves once more with her so… 'liberal' way of thinking servants should be grateful to their masters allowing them to eat their leftovers, otherwise they would starve to death. "Anyway, stop staring at him and I forbid you to fall in love with him. It would be too bothersome to have lovebirds under my roof if, I say if, things were to change and I become Lady Phantom-"
She interrupted my thoughts on how much and in what ways I would like to kill her at that moment. Thankfully, her really upset father cut her off, reprimanding her about the evil thoughts she had, thinking how she would take her place as Lady Phantomhive, instead of being grateful that Lady Elizabeth offered her friendship. Poor Lord Dankworth… Too honest and good-hearted for his own good.
You wonder why I kept staring at the demon, when I should make him uninterested in me? Well... I knew that if I wanted to gain the Earl's trust, first I should gain that of the demon butler and to do it, I should observe and understand him as much as possible.
Umm... okay, okay. That was not the only reason! It felt like my mind had been separated in two halves; one was telling me to focus on the fact that nothing of what he showed was real and honest. And the other half was rebelling against reason, telling me he was absolutely the type of man I liked, and that if he also had a good sense of humor and showed some interest in my person, I should go for it and have some fun while in this mission; I was fucking deserving it after three years alone and one year and a half with that douche Paul!
"Oh Houston, we will have a big problem if he ever decides to play that type of tricks on me!" I told myself and for the moment, reason managed to suppress all other instincts, making me very confident that explaining him there was nothing to gain by us becoming more intimate would indeed make him lose all interest... At least that's what I thought.
I think it has become very clear how thrilled I was when the zombie thing broke out; not because there were zombies – I actually hate them – or because I had an excuse to freely kill or rather kill again humans, but because I could finally get rid of the facade of the proper and shy tutor and be myself again... The problem is that I must have shown too much of the real me, enough to intrigue the demon, even though I did not realize it at the moment.
Getting fired by Dankworth felt quite a disaster, but immediately afterwards getting hired by my target himself was the best gift I could ever hope for. I became member of the Phantomhive household in a blink of an eye and received such a warm and friendly welcome by the obviously useless but so adorable and lovable servants, that I started feeling I was not in a job but... in a family... That's so cliché, but as Bard also said, I fitted "like a glove".
Young master was distant - as he was with all his servants - but at the same time he didn't feel that way to me, and even the demon, despite being ordered to watch me closely at all times, behaved and acted very friendly and comfortable having me in his feet, while not knowing my true nature and purpose. Truth is, I too felt in a similar way, I actually enjoyed working and spending time with him and that helped me in doing everything I could to show how I really wanted him to also be at ease and could trust me with everything.
It seemed I succeeded, because Michaelis trusted me with various tasks more often, reaching to the point of accepting me as his substitute while he was in Weston. But that's when things started changing; I admit that his eyes, whether the human mahogany or the demon red ones, always made me a little dizzy and my heart beating faster and louder, but I had it under control, until he began looking at me in a more intense way for some reason.
At nights, when it was just the two of us, I was feeling his gaze wanting to see through me or… even under my clothes, and that made him look hungrier. At first, I thought my magic drew him closer and he wanted to devour my soul – despite saying he was interested only in the soul of his master – and since he had reassured me, he held no sexual interest in humans; so… my instincts telling me he looked at me in a very sexual way were wrong… right? Right?
However, I started thinking that was not the case, the night before the cricket tournament. I had been so careless and relaxed, I didn't notice him entering the kitchen or even the manor's area. No, I can't say I got really scared of him killing me after seeing my seals… I did think he could easily do it right then and there as he was too fast for me, but… something was telling me he wouldn't.
Of course, I never understood why he slowly almost glued his body on mine and started stroking my throat all of a sudden in such a gentle and… erotic way with his bare fingers! I mean… I was trying to explain he had nothing to fear from me and he kept touching me like that; I was losing my god-damn focus! And as if that was not enough, he licked my lips!
Why would he do something like that and have such a smug look on his face? That swellhead bastard! That night I didn't catch any sleep trying to calm myself down and make logic prevail; he obviously decided to toy with me and I had to resist, no matter what… But would that be easy, since even that small touch made me feel so… It-it felt like I was out in the cold and he suddenly wrapped me with a blanket and pulled me close to a raging fire to warm me up. The heat was flowing through my body numbing and... exciting me.
The worst thing is that this feeling was getting stronger every time he attempted to touch and kiss me. The struggle of resisting the temptation of... touching myself at the memory of the various tempting images he presented me was getting more difficult every single time; whether he was actually kissing and licking my lips lightly or wrapping my soaked body in his shirt, while standing bare-chested right in front of me! Oh, how embarrassing...!
At least, I am proud to say I did what I could; I fought valiantly and even won some battles, but I lost the war after a severe defeat in the train and in St. Ives… He finally kissed me properly, fully and so so passionately I would have lost the earth under my feet had I been standing! I felt he had thrown me in flames not just to warm me up, but to burn me entirely with every enticing twist of his tongue and movement of his body, when he won in this game of seduction he had been playing for some time now and seemed to truly enjoy, exactly as he had said.
"Like I desire you? Like I really desire your body? Maybe because I do." Was his answer to my question on why he insisted acting like that towards a disgusting human. His tone and following actions were the proof, stripping me of all resistance and concern with his great talent in seduction and lovemaking.
I must say... if I knew burning in hell felt so good I would have thrown myself in these flames much earlier. There was no doubt, a master seducer, like Sebastian, would manage to conquer me entirely, once he put all of his efforts in it. However, I still didn't want to enslave myself to him unconditionally; on the contrary, without realizing, I wanted to enchant him and at least try to also conquer him in a way.
I never stopped running my hands and fingers up and down his statuesque body, tracing every line or hugging with my palms his so wonderful backside in order to pull him deeper inside me; I wanted to feel him more and more. My mouth kept kissing, tasting and nibbling every lean muscle pumping with effort; he seemed to really enjoy that as groans of pleasure left his lips every time I touched him or dragged my tongue on his chest, but the moment I did that on his throat and ended up lightly biting and kissing his jaw was when he lost all control of himself. He let out such a moan that turned to a roar – similar to the one on Campania while happily destroying the bizarre dolls in the hold – his body trembled so strongly for a second and then he ruthlessly started thrusting in me harder and faster.
I have no idea if this is a part of his demonic magic, but right when I was about to tell him to slow down, feeling my body ready to break in two, a burning wave of pleasure filled me running in my veins like hot lava and stealing away every word from my mouth, leaving me almost breathless or actually with just enough breath to keep moaning like crazy. My voice becoming one with his as my nails kept raking his back until it bled, right before he kissed me and we drank each other's breath and cries reaching a so strong climax together, like we were one! Now that I think about it, even if Bates was not a voyeur, he would have definitely become one just from hearing us. Oh god... I am so ashamed right now! But... I am more ashamed remembering what followed!
When we finally recovered our breaths, Sebastian pulled himself out of me but remained close, almost hugging me as he licked away his blood from my nails. I was lying sprawled on the bed, not sure if the sheets or my body was the one still on fire. I guess I was staring at the bed's canopy for a while, my mind still very hazy, when I heard Sebastian's voice beside me, a little hoarse but so sexy in my ears.
"I have to admit, that was simply fascinating, magical! More than I expected, my beautiful witch! I hope I was not too rough... but then again, you stripped me of all control with that teasing little tongue of yours." He chuckled as his fingers traced my lips and I opened them enough to capture his index finger between my teeth and start licking his black colored nail; I heard him gasp at the sensation and smirked.
I honestly don't know where I found the strength and boldness – sure, I am not truly a coy woman when it comes to sex and love, but I never thought I would be like that when it came to a demon like Sebastian – and managed to turn on my side enough to stare at him. He was so sinfully handsome with his raven hair more disheveled than usually, his red, hungry eyes hooded and beads of sweat trickling down his chest and throat as he supported his head with his palm.
"Sebastian!" I whispered and my hand traveled up his torso. As I moved closer, my thighs touched his manhood that was still... quite hard and that excited me all over again. "More... please!" I breathed while placing light kisses on his chin and enjoying his response down below, as my thighs continued touching him.
His breath turned heavier and his eyes fluttered for a moment, before grabbing my bottom in a flash and shoving his manhood between my thighs ordering me to squeeze them harder. I could not help but follow his order, moan at the sensation and press my breasts on his chest.
"My Selina from the future... So daring, demanding, insatiable... I did not expect that!" He was saying between breaths as our bodies kept rubbing.
"Why not? You can't keep up? That exhausted already?" I looked at him challenging and smirked, while at the limits of losing myself again.
He chuckled and suddenly pushed me back on the mattress covering me with his body. "On the contrary... I absolutely love it!" He kissed me so deeply I got totally dizzy and...
Actually that is the last thing I remember from that night; everything else is a blurry mixture of hot flesh, red burning eyes and wine-flavored kisses getting me higher and higher... I guess that is why the landing was so harsh and painful the next morning, when I woke up and Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.
I knew what kind of demon Sebastian was, but it still hurt me so much that he used me like I was any other human woman; I don't know why I hoped for something different or why the pain was stabbing my heart... Despite Sebastian's eyes, words and touch telling me how honest he was with me, how he lusted for me and my surrender to him proving how his spell was stronger than any of mine, the pain was never truly gone from my heart. On the contrary, it returned stronger when I overheard him explaining to Miranda how having sex with me fed him and lessened his hunger even temporarily. The stabbing caused my heart to bleed and break... more than what it did with Paul! And that confused me so much!
I left the shadowy corner of the garden where I was hiding, listening to Sebastian and Miranda... I could not listen anymore! I ran back to my room and then realized tears were running from my eyes. Why? Why was this happening to me? I had accepted the fact that Sebastian was only sexually interested in me; what difference did it make that he took sustenance out of our activities, as long as he did not kill me?
I sensed both angel and demon getting closer and I got back to bed, pretending to sleep and Miranda took me in her arms to consolidate me, thinking I had a painful dream about Paul and crying in my sleep... as it would be expected. The next day, I said nothing, Miranda left and I tried hard to keep my distance from Sebastian and resist to his so soft and sweet 'happy birthday' kiss; I could sense how that confused and even worried him... At night, when I was finally alone I started desperately looking for answers within me.
"Okay, Sebastian senses my magical aura from the start and is attracted to it, he translates that to sexual attraction, seduces me and then finds out he somehow feeds from me while having sex, so he continues pursuing it... It is absolutely logical and expected from his side. On the other hand, I am attracted to him because he is- no, he looks so handsome. I gave in, had awesome time in bed with him and that's all, no strings attached and no feelings... Then why knowing I am nothing more than a toy and food to him hurts so much?" I asked myself as my eyes were tearing up again.
"Well... maybe it is not that simple. Maybe your exchanges and activities are not just carnal, on your side. Maybe you do not have just sex with him, but you make love to him." The voice of reason ringed in my ears, although not sounding so reasonable at the moment.
"No, no, no. There is no such possibility. I have met many attractive demons and have never fallen for them. Claude tried and failed majorly."
"Yes, because none of them were your type. For one, Claude was very handsome but a total jerk. Okay, think about how Sebastian makes you feel and you might get an answer."
"I-I... I blush when he is close; my heart beats so fast that I think it will break and my body gets hot and trembling at his touch, his eyes-"
"Wait, wait. All these could be just because he is hot as hell, but I'm not talking about that. Think harder and deeper; how he makes you feel outside your intimate moments."
I climbed in bed, pulled my knees up and thought, I thought hard until my mind hurt... I could not believe what I found behind the veil clouding my eyes.
Ever since I saw the demon through his master's and others' memories, I admired his eye for the detail, his perfectionism, talents, patience and enjoyed his sharp humor, wit and irony; sure he mocked his master and other people, but in such an elegant way no one could be sure whether he was praising them or not; and his reactions in many things were absolutely lovable and maybe not so faked. I confirmed all these after starting working with him.
I found myself smiling or laughing at his remarks towards others or even me, because strangely enough they were not as malevolent as I expected; and then, when we were working closely just the two of us and had various discussions... these moments were the highlights of my days. I felt so comfortable being with him, more than I ever felt with a human; I was free to be myself with no fear of showing more than I should. I simply had an awesome time with him, his darkness didn't bother me at all, fully aware he was restraining it quite a lot and it was evident in his eyes. In short, he had all the characteristics that I would find attractive to the man I would... fall in love with! That realization hit me hard and I sat for a while staring at the empty space with eyes wide open, unable to wrap my mind around it.
"So, you see the truth now, right? It is only natural for the sexual attraction to grow stronger on your part too."
"But that's impossible! I don't know how much of all these is really him or just a part of his facade! The line between the demon and the butler Sebastian Michaelis is... not easily distinguishable!"
"True. That is a riddle for you to decipher, although... I think you already have. You have seen parts of his true darkness and you have not stepped back, but you actually found it fascinating. Perhaps, one day you get a taste of it yourself and then you will see if you will continue loving him and his evil darkness."
"Loving him? But... how can I love him? I mean... I hunt down his kind and I'm a human, I should love a human!" I was almost panicking.
"Oh come on! You tried that! Mum and Deanna... perhaps even Uncle, were lucky to find their mates so easily among humans, but that obviously is not the case with you. You could wait for years to find the right human and in the meantime taste more pain and disappointment as it was with Paul... Is it worth it? There are so many other creatures in our universe that could understand you, feel you, and you would not have to pretend being something you never were... a simple, normal human."
"S-Sure, but... why a demon?" I whispered to myself feeling so exhausted.
"Why not? You have seen the ugliness humans can have in them; would you be able to love and live with an angel, unable to understand what you have been through and why you hate certain types of humans, since that kind is able to see only goodness, almost being blind to anything else? They are too bright for you... And don't get me started with reapers... they are perfect nutcases, most of them!"
"Yes, but demons are too dark. They cannot see any goodness in humans!"
"But they can understand you better, they can feel your hate and fury, perhaps even enjoy it; I'm sure Sebastian does, just remember his eyes when you were telling him things about your dark side. He could not comprehend the reasons that caused you such hate, but could understand the intensity of it. If he wants, he can embrace every side of you and... Perhaps, show you how to do the same and finally properly love yourself too. Plus, why don't you teach him how to see some goodness in humans? He won't change in terms of darkness and evilness, but he will have a better understanding of the souls he consumes... just like he does now with young master."
"So you are telling me that being with a demon is actually the best choice for me and that is why I... fell... in love with Sebastian?"
"No, not every demon can be your mate; just Sebastian... for some reason. You did not fall in love with a demon that just happened to be Sebastian or whatever his real name is... You fell in love with Sebastian, who can understand you better than most, and just happened to also be a demon."
I could not deny the truth of all these thoughts; the darker the path I was walking on, the closer I felt to demons, never bothered by the fact that they killed humans with no second thought... I disliked that most of them killed indiscriminately, but Sebastian did not do that, at least not while being under contract. Despite finding revenge a complete foolishness, I could see how intrigued he was by the fact I did not choose to hide behind any demon and just give orders, but pursued my revenge on my own and took it with my own hands quite brutally. Sometimes, I even thought I saw a little admiration in his eyes and... some similarity. Something was telling me, that he too was capable of lashing out in a similar way as I did, in case someone robbed what he considered precious to him.
"So… even though I persuaded myself I am not interested in love anymore and that I would not fall for a demon like him… I did, without even realizing it. And this love will remain unrequited, since he has no feelings to return."
Reason kept silent on that and I was left alone, feeling cold inside as I cried bitterly for myself and my inability to protect me from more pain. That's what caused me the knowledge of loving Sebastian, without any hope of having even one tenth of it returned, since he was incapable of loving, being a creature of chaos, darkness and death.
Fully aware that continuing this strange relationship we had, and getting to know him better, would only make me fall deeper, and then experience even greater pain when he would get bored of me, I made my resolve to resist him again... But as I feared, I failed majorly. It took only a few words, a desperate look and some really passionate kisses for Sebastian to once again break through the walls I raised around my heart and throw all of my efforts to the trash. I knew I should not, but I gave in to him for good; I was so thirsty and hungry for him and his love, even if it was only love of the flesh. I also accepted there was no saving for me when I indeed tasted his darkness on me and… my feelings did not change.
He immobilized me by wrapping his black smokey tentacles around me and blocked my voice to take me out, while he would terrorize our poor master and that made me furious. On the other hand, knowing how I would indeed try to stop him and interfere, I could understand why he did it and could not keep being mad at him for long; especially when he showed me there was no way he could ever hurt me, despite his anger for burning or slapping him. No, he chose to turn all that to lust and passion; he took me quite hard, but still being mindful enough to gift me only pleasure, no pain.
All the while, I continued pretending I desired him only carnally, not showing too much of emotion, treating our relationship as that of "friends with benefits", both having great time in bed but no feelings. He never denied the existence of such a deal between us, and that was why he surprised me when started exhibiting traces of jealousy over the prospect of me having strong feelings for other men prior to him.
"Did you ever have a he that made you feel all these things you said?" He asked me one night I tried to explain him love was not as illogical as he believed, and the strange thing was he insisted on getting an answer.
His stance did not betray anything, but his eyes showed great irritation after telling him that yes, I had a he I loved at some point; I tried not to think much of it because I knew it would only hurt more. However, from that point on, pain took permanent residence in my heart getting stronger by watching Sebastian's satisfied smile when I reassured him I had no feelings for him or... how distant he became immediately after we found out the truth; that I was truly his mate for life and he was mine.
There was no need for me to make a decision, since I already knew I would follow him to the depths of Hell, if he asked me to or I would let him go freely, if that was his wish. But I did not want him to make a rushed choice – in case he got affected by the expression of my feelings towards him – that he would regret soon and then hate me with all his heart... I would rather die now and be free from a painful life, than live enough to see deep hatred in his eyes instead of passion. Therefore, I chose to stoically endure all his harshness and unreasonable anger if that helped or made him feel better.
However, I am human, I have my limits, and I am a woman respecting herself, despite the intensity of her feelings for a man. That was why I got so furious at his attempt to... simply fuck me, liken me to Beast, while telling me I was free to fantasize anyone I wanted, like the circus woman did while he was bedding her! Damn, how much I wanted to hit him, slap him, hurt him even for a second and scream at him I could never do that, since he managed to erase every other man from my heart! Jeez! What an ass!
But I have to say that I proudly stood my ground, I acted as a lady should and pushed him away... and then slapped him, not very lady-like but... I was left a little speechless when Sebastian admitted his absurd suggestion was based on seeing me crying, looking at photos of my happy times with Paul. Truth is, I was too focused on my pain to sense the demon getting closer. But I could not tell him that actually the pain of seeing his apathetic look, as I narrated my turbulent life, was what caused some last doubts to resurface... right before they were forever erased from my heart and mind.
Of course, my perseverance lasted that much, since the very same night, I got so drunk from the concoction Bard fed me that I... literally seduced Sebastian and then... attacked him... in an erotic way! I really have no memory of what happened that night and I could not believe my ears the next morning, when Sebastian told me in every detail how I… rode him so hard that even he felt unable to move afterwards and I fell in a deep sleep... on him. I had failed once again; I had sworn I would not allow our lust to interfere to his decision and here I was naked in bed with an equally naked Sebastian. Such embarrassment, pain; something told me I would soon experience a greater pain.
I was right, since that night the demon tricked me to get me in the library, a room with no exit other than the door, which was blocked once he entered. Soon, it became evident he was about to finally announce his decision… Well, the way he did it was indeed quite torturous. He toyed with me, made me believe he rejected me and I was feeling so sad, weak and exhausted that I would not mind if he just snapped my neck at that moment because the pain was tearing apart my already wounded heart and soul.
"I want… everything! I want your everything, I accept all of it! I obviously need you with me forever!" He finally said and his kisses had something more than passion; there was a great need in them, stronger than lust or even love as we know it!
I really could not believe this was happening; I had prepared myself for the worst and in the end... it proved that I was hurting myself for no reason, since he too had fallen in love with me for quite some time now, even if it took him a while to realize. I felt I was finally allowed to be happy, and knew I would do anything I could to keep it that way.
However, surprises were not over, because before I knew it I was getting married to my demon lover, with my angel cousin by my side and for some reason, they both seemed to enjoy the whole process and ceremony. Miranda was getting so emotional and happy for me, and Sebastian so amused and intrigued by the preparation he and our master had taken upon themselves to make, that I honestly did not know what kind of reaction I should have.
On the other hand, this little performance would indeed make things easier for us in the human society, because there would always be a Michaelis couple in the eyes of society for the years, maybe even centuries, to come and... I would always have him by my side; I would finally bind myself to the man I truly loved and a life full of excitement awaited us, even if death would always be with us, due to Sebastian's nature and eating habits... Still, I was happy!
{~}
Sebastian's black nailed fingers were playing with Selina's golden locks, as he sat by her side, his body almost glued on hers and his eyes never leaving her rose red face, that she was trying to hide in the black, shiny fur of the cat in her arms. The couple was enjoying a little night-time peace in the manor's gardens, sitting on a blanket on the grass with the company of many of Sebastian's beloved felines.
"Why so embarrassed, my dear? You started this game by asking me how I came to have feelings for you and finally accept them, did you not? It was only natural that I would ask you back." He smirked satisfied, just like he did all the while he gave her a very detailed account of how he fell for her and then listened to her experience.
"Y-yes, I did and it was natural, it's just that... I never expected yours to be such a... full and detailed answer. A-and... I never imagined that both of us would be so... passionate and... sentimental about it, maybe?" She peeked at him innocently, still half-hidden behind the blissfully purring cat, that was so happy he knead the top of her breasts with his paws.
"Sentimental? Was I? I am sure I just spoke about facts and my thoughts." He seemed a little surprised she described him too as sentimental. "But then again... I believe even a demon is allowed to be a little sentimental when it comes to his mate. The same goes for a witch, I presume." He smirked again looking at the blushing, nodding woman behind half-lid eyes and after kissing the curl he had in his hand, planted a kiss on her hot, red ear and then nibbled it for a while before moving to the side of her neck. "And please, be certain I would never snap your neck. It is so beautiful and I prefer it straight and smooth, as it is now." He breathed on her skin as he never stopped tonguing and tasting the soft flesh and enjoying the vibrations caused by her quick breath, light sighs and moans and of course, the blood rushing through her veins.
He felt her body trembling with excitement at his touch; his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer. His free hand travelled to her breast and... felt a fluffy, clawed paw massaging her soft, plump flesh. Sebastian stopped his ministrations and looked at the cat, still in the woman's lap, kneading her breasts perfectly content even if Selina had stopped for some time now to stroke the black fur and hiding behind the fluffy feline.
"Excuse me, sir, but I believe these breasts are only mine to knead, so if you please..." Sebastian said while gently extracted the complaining cat from his mate's breasts and lap.
Selina could not help but giggle. "You got jealous of a cat? And I thought I would be the one that would have to battle cats for gaining your affection! Plus, these breasts are mine and I decide who do I allow to knead them."
Sebastian nodded; his eyes were sparkling with mirth. "Correct... then whom do you prefer?" He asked trying to restrain himself, but failed when he saw the so eloquent look in Selina's eyes and all red face telling him "Do you seriously dare to make such a question?"
The demon burst out laughing and then licked his wife's lips quite a few times before actually kissing her, taking her breath away and pushing her to lie on the blanket. Soon they were embraced and kissing very passionately; their breaths were getting heavier as they could feel each other's hot body, even through clothes. Suddenly, Sebastian stopped and lifted his head listening to something.
"What? What is it?" Selina whispered, trying to recover from the dizziness Sebastian's long and deep kisses caused her.
The demon sighed irritated and bored. "Petty thieves and assassins, as usual." He started getting up. "Please, dear, do not move, I will be right back to continue were we left!" He left in a flash.
"Don't get your hands bloody and call in the rare case you need help!" Selina called at the demon's back, since he was already speeding to enter the woods surrounding the manor and where intruders usually hid. An uncalled yawn escaped the woman still lying on the blanket, not moving and waiting.
"I deeply apologise, my dearest. Again, they were quite a few, seemed very persistent in not dying at the first hit!" Sebastian said when he returned, an hour later... only to find his beloved witch sleeping deeply on the blanket; a happy smile on her still a little red lips. The demon sighed a little disappointed, but his serene smile showed the opposite. "It is all right, my beautiful witch. Despite everything, you are still human, and I admit Lady Sieglinde worked you really hard these last days, while moving in her new home; always asking your opinion on how exactly she should decorate."
He chuckled very amused as he bent down, wrapped the blanket around her and collected the sleeping woman in his arms. She snuggled closer to him and that made the demon's heart soar higher, as it always did when his mate acted so affectionately. He planted a light kiss at the top of her head and started walking towards the house.
The next morning, or noon to be more accurate, Selina found herself sleeping in the couple's bed, properly dressed in her nightgown, while the last thing she remembered was waiting for Sebastian outside in the garden. Her demon husband entered the room right at that moment, bringing some civilian's clothes of the working class.
"Ah, good morning, my darling. I apologise for being hasty, but please get ready as fast as you can; a new mission was assigned to young master from the queen, and an issue came up that seems to relate to that, so we will have to go out and investigate. Young master was insisting he wants both of us with him." He said with a so charming and happy smile.
"Okay, okay. I'm up and I'll be as quick as I can, but tell me something, please." Selina said immediately jumping out of the bed and stopping Sebastian from opening the room's door. "Did I fall asleep on the ground last night, while waiting for you and you brought me here?" He nodded. "So you undressed me and then put my nightgown on?" He nodded again. "Did you do anything...?"
Sebastian's eyes turned to his demonic, radiant red immediately, as the one hand squeezed her perfectly round bottom and the other hugged her back, gluing her on his body. He chuckled.
"If we had time I would show you all the perverted, as you call them, thoughts that crossed my mind while undressing and then dressing you and putting you to sleep... but I restrained myself, since you told me to always ask before... fucking you in your sleep, was it not?"
Selina managed to just nod, before his lips stole her smiling ones. After a while, he regretfully broke the kiss as things were heating up, since both of his hands were on her bottom, literally kneading it with his fingers, while her body was pressed on his.
"Now, please, get ready and go eat a little breakfast I kept for you in the kitchen. Young master will get impatient if we are not on the road in half an hour; he is too worried because Lady Elizabeth has disappeared from her family. Lord Edward will be also joining us." He said casually although a little contemplative.
"What? Why didn't you say so earlier? And why did you let me sleep until so late?" Selina said with eyes wide open, worried for the young lady. She immediately untangled herself from his arms, took the new clothes and started getting ready.
"Well... you needed rest after all the... steamy action we had last night. So passionate even in sleep." The demon said with mirth in his voice, only to receive a threatening glare from the woman as he exited the room chuckling, once again amused by his wife's, his mate's reaction.
Yes, he was certain he would never get tired of this, even after decades or centuries, when he would know all of her reactions, because every time she showed him a new small detail of herself. He loved that as much as he... loved her, and he could not be more certain about it!
*blushing furiously* Sebastian... why do you always have to be a tease? But then again... I enjoyed so much writing him like that. I mean, he IS a tease already, so I doubt he would act diferrently with his mate. 😂
Thank you all who took the time to read through this extra chapter, and I forgot to mention in the beginning that the cover is... my Sims 4 version of Sebastian and Selina, romantically stargazing! I kind of tried to recreate them sitting on a blanket, like in this chapter. I thank a lot an internet Kuro-friend, who inspired me with her Sebastian and Beast Sims and helped me in finding many of the Custom Content both have on them (and they have tons)! Do you like the final results? I'd love to hear your opinions!
Till next time! Bye! ❤