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vilemint · 7 days ago

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— yes, my lady : sebastian michaelis x f!reader

content warnings! reader is a descendant of the phantomhive family, power imbalance (master/servant) but also (human/demon), somewhat monsterfucking if you squint (i wanted to make use of his ‘true form’ a little), smut, size difference, manhandling, praise, pet names (my lady, darling, dear), orgasm control, sacrilege, a tiny bit of blood, topics of loneliness

summary: after another tiresome day out in the world, you are greeted with your recent mistake—sebastian. a hand-me-down from your ancestors that you summoned by chance and who now apparently has a contract with you. yet this modern world, working women, independence, and your awfully bratty attitude are challenges that are entirely new to him. however, he did swear to serve you. so, allow him to take care of his tired "mistress"

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It’s not every day that your job becomes stressful enough to fully tire you out. But today, today was even more draining than you had anticipated. Deep red eyes watch your tired form from across the hallway, raking over your figure as the owner remains quiet. Sebastian hasn't quite understood the fulfillment behind humans working themselves to the bone, nor the desire for young women to eagerly venture out to conquer “corporate,” as you once called it.

Yet, understanding or not, he is sworn to serve you and look after you. You are in his care until the contract is completed.

For this, he steps forward, his touch as sultry and gentle as his voice that welcomes you home. “My Lady,” the demon begins, as strength returns to your figure upon the stabilising hold of his hands on the small of your back while you remove your heels. You meet his smile with a glare from your pretty eyes, still wary of your newly added decor.

“I can handle myself just fine, Sebastian.” Yes, you’re a feisty one. Sebastian has been well aware of that fact since the moment you met. You dislike men staring at you in the street, loathe the forced small talk with them at work, or having to humour one of them when all you want is to be in the safety and comfort of your home. The once safe haven you now share with some sort of butler, or so he proclaimed. Never would you have expected such an outcome from your family’s antiques.

But here you are, the independent woman from before, now with a handsome devil at your beck and call. “You appear particularly exhausted tonight. Why not let me take care of you and help you to a restful night?” Sebastian proposes with gentle calmness to your vervour as his hands return to rest behind his back.

He irritates you. His act of concern for you when all he truly cares for is your soul. The motive is clear, yet he play-pretends to be something you cannot wrap your head around. “And what could you do for me?” you challenge in return, crossing your arms in front of your chest as the tip of your nose lifts a little higher to meet Sebastian’s gaze. “Anything you wish,” replies the butler, without a hint of malice in his words. “I would propose running a hot bath, brewing a warm cup of tea, and—” he pauses, clearly having caught himself with an idea you would despise.

The proposal sounds pleasing, almost exactly what you would do if you weren’t feeling too lazy to run a bath for yourself. But he doesn't need to know that. Your expression remains unfaltering, almost challenging. “And what? Speak, Sebastian.” The quirk of your brow ticks Sebastian off in just the right way, your confidence and demand a challenge he secretly enjoys.

The distance between your bodies grows smaller, and a gloved hand tips your chin up as red hues draw near. “A massage for your exhausted figure, my Lady.” He drawls the title, a pinch of condescension hidden in his words. You can’t resist the idea of standing on your toes, leaning further into his space to see him shrink away as your lips almost brush Sebastian’s while you speak: “Carry me, Sebastian.”

Yet, he does not shy away. He feels your pulse quicken, hears your heart drumming a beat of bravery, while your sweet lips could offer a relief he hasn’t felt in millennia. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth upon your demand and, without hesitation, you find yourself in his embrace. Knees and shoulders pressed firmly against his body, Sebastian carries you to your bedroom.

He knows tonight won’t be easy on him. Sebastian is well aware of the mischief you try to conceal, to seem more mature than you actually are. But tonight you appear different; tonight, you bring new challenges to your rendezvous once your head finds its rest on his shoulder. The tease of your breath against his neck, your smaller fingers playing with his necktie as you wet your lips. Nothing good comes from those pretty lips, Sebastian notes.

“Sebastian?” How can you suddenly say his name so softly? He looks down to you, the crimson tinge to his eyes making him appear like a starved hunter under the faint lights of the streetlamps and mood lights in your apartment. “The water is already set and at the perfect temperature for the female body.” Of course, he had heard your footsteps from afar and decided that tonight would be perfect for a bath. He is an expert at planning, at being one step ahead of everyone else. That is, until you continue speaking. A simple command, short and to the point, too alluring: “Undress me.”

You need to try harder if you wish to get a rise from him. For now, you find yourself seated on your bathroom counter with a newly found frown adorning your face. It doesn’t suit you, but it entertains Sebastian. “Your wish is my command,” he speaks an octave lower, honey almost dripping from his words before skilled fingers smooth out the fabric of your blouse. Sebastian’s gaze does not meet yours while he unbuttons it; he stays focused on the task without lusting over your exposed skin.

Suddenly, you wish he would want to devour you. The gloved touch that teases your upper body is not enough, yet so close to the fulfilling feeling of desire that you miss.

The clothing item is pushed off your shoulders before his touch ghosts along your waist. “May I continue?” The question is accompanied by one hand held out to you, palm facing up for you to grasp and rise to your feet. In one swift move, you find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror as Sebastian spins you around to undo the intricate buttons of your skirt you had struggled with this morning—why must designers place them in such difficult spots?

To nobody’s surprise, they are undone as quickly as your blouse, before your silk dress follows suit and pools around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a tantalising set of underwear—dark red, almost a perfect match to Sebastian’s eyes. You eyes meet through the mirror and you refuse to shy away. No, like the little vixen that you are, you lean forward just enough to expose yourself further to your demon as you pretend to busy yourself by wiping off your lipstick.

It feels humbling to witness his gaze remain unfaltering; Sebastian continues to look into your eyes rather than the places you want his greed to be. “I will prepare your tea now,” he states as business continues as usual before leaving you alone.

A sigh is all you allow yourself as your shoulders slump. You really tried to seduce him. At the thought, you find a smile tugging at your mouth, the lust to be desired something that has been missing for a while now in your life. You know work, you know how to overwork yourself, and you have no time for flings or meaningless encounters. That was when he entered the picture.

Upon Sebastian’s return, he finds you seated in the bathtub; You’ve made sure to keep your hair out of the water and expose your neck, for hungry eyes to appreciate the shein layer of damp on your skin. The plate beneath the teacup meets the ceramic of your bathtub as your widened—nearly pleading—eyes shoot up to challenge his. If only you had acted a second quicker, you would have caught him staring at your cleavage, barely covered by the water and foam.

“Is there anything else you may need?” Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a greater challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word “You” could weaken a demon of his calibre is something for future Sebastian to concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: “Massage me, my butler.”

You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while coaxing the cutest sounds past your lips? How can you act this way when at night you hump your pillow and beg for more, something better? Yet in the daylight, you behave like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. One or two more slip-ups, and he might find a loophole in your contract and commands.

To your dismay, gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. “Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully.” Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of “Yes, my lady,” echoes back. Shivers elicit along your neck as his skin touches yours, and the strength behind Sebastian’s touch massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.

The moment is sweet enough to let your eyes fall closed, your head resting against Sebastian’s thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. The sound snaps Sebastian’s attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features. Even a demon can admit that some humans are indeed beautiful. Sometimes, that beauty doesn’t surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique about you that captivates Sebastian’s attention and lust.

You catch him staring as your eyes flutter open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable, with him leaning above you. “Naughty butler…” you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. “If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me.” The disrespectful teasing, as if he were nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else, someone he couldn’t wait to devour many years ago. But what else could he do but make himself useful for now?

In a swift move, Sebastian shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his buttoned shirt before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.

Until you’ve had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident as you lean into his proximity: Your fingers lace around Sebastian’s wrist like a personal handcuff, your eyes locking onto his. “Be more thorough, Sebastian. Wash away the filth.” You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, and Sebastian watches you attentively, to witness your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He has never obeyed such a troublesome person before.

You start to bring out the worst in him—something that wants to teach you a lesson, something to remind you how different the roles could be if it weren't for this contract. The washcloth is pushed over your breasts and dips beneath the surface of the water to run along your stomach before being abandoned entirely as Sebastian’s fingers dip into the supple flesh of your thighs. Blunt nails drag along your inner thighs, and he loves to watch the shift in your demeanour; how you grow shy beneath his touch, your stare faltering as he draws dangerously close to your sacred area.

There is no bite to your bark as you cry out his name, your need for him too evident while you try to maintain a pretence. "S-Sebastian!" Finally, you act as your thighs press shut around his hand, panic ever so evident in your pretty eyes he can't stop the devilish smirk from spreading across his features. "My dear, don’t tell me you expect to play with fire and come out unharmed…"

The next moment, your back meets the cold stone as Sebastian races forward, hands placed left and right from your figure on the edge of the bathtub. The impact forces a puff of air to escape your lips as your eyes snap up to meet your butler’s dark pair, searching for a trace of humanity in those pools of crimson. "Behave…" you attempt to regain control, which is met with a chuckle. "I only follow your commands," he challenges as the cloth returns to clean your body. "You wanted me to be thorough, let me be thorough."

However, the lips that crash against the racing pulse in your neck have nothing to do with the command of cleaning your body. Sebastian acts upon his own selfish accord, upon the lust you’ve ignited by teetering too close to the dangerous territories of demonic desires.

And he makes you feel too good as he ravages you, suckling and nipping at your skin until you can't help but moan, your head falling back to offer him more space. You can't even think of a fitting command, the sweet words for him to "Don’t stop, please," a much more natural reaction as his palms cup your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you whimper ever so prettily.

"Who would have thought you could turn into such a sweet darling?" Sebastian teases with whispered words against the shell of your ear, the hum that follows so deep and low it has your stomach fluttering. Your fingers lace between his dark strands, effectively holding him in place as you return to being face-to-face with Sebastian. Shamelessly, you allow yourself to rake your eyes over his sharp features. You've never wanted anything more than him. But the thought evaporates upon the sharp sensation of nails against your waistline and hips, upon the pair of fingers pushing between your folds before rubbing against your clit.

Oh? How willingly you part your legs now, Sebastian muses.

"Is this thorough enough, my lady?" he mocks as his fingertips press against the opening of your pussy, your eager hole giving way slightly as he pushes past. He knows what he’s doing to you. He sees it in the crease of your brow, feels it as your hips buck against his touch. "More, Sebastian, I need more tonight." Like the greedy thing you are, you take it upon yourself to play with your breasts, yet the silent plea in your eyes tells your butler all you want is for him to take care of you.

“Oh dear,” he whispers gently, but smiles victoriously as your moans tumble from your trembling lips when two of his fingers push inside you. "Do you give yourself to me? Allow me full reign, hm?"

The idea sounds great, perfect, until you manage to flutter your heavy eyes open and see the devious apparition in front of you. Sebastian’s eyes are more slanted, set ablaze, deep pink hues now replacing his usual red, with lust overflowing past his thick lashes as pointed teeth hide behind his full lips. Giving yourself to a demon doesn’t seem like the best idea, but the fingers stimulating your gummy spot have you nodding regardless. How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances.

“Darling, tell me,” Sebastian urges as his thrusts become harsher, uncaring for the water or your comfort as your tits bounce and your walls clamp so promisingly. “N-no, no, Sebastian! Just, ah—” you falter as you try your best to stay present, to keep control over this demon while he fingerfucks you. “Think, speak, quickly, little Lady,” he further pressures you. What he wouldn’t give to do with your body whatever he wants. “Just-, just tonight! Sebastian—” the way you moan his name makes you a sinner itself, it should send you to all seven hells as the echoes ring inside his mind. “Look after me, tonight,” you finally manage to cry out as your walls pull in desperate need. “Make me feel good,” your final demand.

But instead of sweet release, you feel the disappointing emptiness as he retracts his fingers, leaving you a heaving mess in your bathtub—only now do you notice how cold the water has turned. “You can ask more nicely than that, my dear.” There is little consideration to be spared for the length of your bath once a strong arm wraps around your waist. Sebastian wastes no time in having you seated on his lap, your wet form drenching his clothing as he spreads your legs over his thighs and presses you flush against his chest. “I will look after you until the day you die,” he whispers into your ear, and maybe if the words weren’t so true and less intimidating, you could consider them romantic.

You notice that Sebastian’s form has returned to fully human, with almost tender eyes meeting yours this time around, turning your desire mellow and seasoned with sweetness. “Kiss me, please.”

He follows suit as your lips crash together a moment later, his palms stabilising your back in his hold. “More…” you breathe. Your fingers reach out to guide one of his hands on your back, between the valley of your tits, down your stomach, until you ultimately buck your hips against his, seeking further friction in desperate need. He tightens his hold on your body, tugging gently at your frame as he leans forward to suck on your wet skin, leaving marks in his wake. A small grin tugs at his lips as a soft whimper escapes you. “What’s wrong?” The whispered question makes goosebumps spread over your skin as the chill of his breath battles with the warmth of your bathroom.

“Want to be ruined by you.” The words that fall past your lips seal your fate. “Please, make me feel good, Sebastian.” You sound so desperate, only a fool would resist. “Taint me,” you shamelessly sigh against his ear, “Let me feel you.”

“Taint you…” he murmurs, halting his movements momentarily to witness you grow impatient before one of his arms holds a firm grip around your waist, restricting your movements as you’re now fully pressed against his chest. “How much more does my little Lady want to be tainted?” His free hand ghosts along your puffy lips, your slick making the drag too easy, too appealing to not draw circles into your clit, only pulling back any time he feels you squirm on his lap. Your little cries are music to Sebastian’s ears. It’s so good, too good, the way his fingers move, almost as if he already knows all your weak spots. “Do you wish to experience bliss only I could give you, and ruin yourself for all eternity?” His questions urge you to wrap your arms around him, to hide your face in the gentle embrace of a monster, as though you’re trying to hide from judgement itself upon your immoral fantasies. “I wish for that, Sebastian.”

No further words are needed, not when your lips convey more as they meet Sebastian's. A kiss so fierce, he may steal the air from your lungs and drag you to hell himself. Teeth pull at your bottom lip unapologetically, his tongue meeting with your own, entwining with another until you taste him. Meanwhile, the familiar stretch of his fingers, accompanied by the filthy squelching of your arousal, threatens to overload your senses. The teasing returns as your lips part to allow Sebastian a front row seat to your desperate play, as his thumb presses into your clit. You really yearn for this orgasm, don’t you? Of course, you do, with how tightly you clench around his digits, pulsing as though you’re trying to keep him inside—as if he couldn’t offer you a much better alternative.

“Let go, my dear, you look so beautiful right now, I want to see you come undone for me.” Sebastian encourages, as his fingers expertly curl against your walls, each time pushing past the limits of what you’re able to take. So you let go, finally, allowing your eyes to shut as your fingers fist the fabric of his dress shirt. He’s never received praise in a prayer-like form, the sighing thank-yous tumbling free between your moans, so unlike the feisty thing you pretend to be. You are adorable. “Very good, my darling, just like that.” Sebastian whispers, as the movements slow down until his fingers still inside you, until the heaving of your chest and the trembling of your thighs calms, and you fall into his embrace.

But much to Sebastian's surprise, and despite his predictions about your exhaustion, you return his previous affections. Your lips kiss along his neck as you undo his necktie, fingertips already so eager to free him from the confines of his clothes, it makes Sebastian wonder who the real glutton between you two is. “My Lady,” he innocently halts your advances as he entwines his fingers with your own, kissing each tip while holding eye contact. “Shouldn’t we proceed to your chambers? I don’t wish to bring needless discomfort upon you—you need your strength to handle me.” At that, you feel his tongue drag along your pointer finger before a final kiss is placed on its tip, while a devious smile returns to Sebastian’s lips. If only you wouldn’t look so adorable each time he teases you. But you are already too far gone to keep up pretences, when you can instead allow someone else to finally be your resolve.

So it's only natural for you to command Sebastian once more. “Bring me to my bed,” you mumble while your arms already lace around his neck. He follows.

Yet it catches you by surprise once you’re simply dropped into your bouncy mattress and sea of pillows. However, in the next moment, you find yourself caged underneath Sebastian. Your hands roam free to undo his dress shirt and shrug it off his figure, allowing your nails to drag over his pearly skin until you reach his pants and finally feel what lies hidden behind the dark fabrics.

You seem in control, until firm hands spread your thighs and Sebastian leans in, to nibble along your inner legs, shining in the moonlight as he dives between your thighs to lap at your cunt, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of your entrance before dragging all over your hot and puffy pussy. He then licks and kisses his way up your stomach, sternum, and nipples, while the surprising satisfaction of his cock—hot, hard, and leaking with pre-cum—coats itself with your juices. He grinds against you until you writhe for more, until his hands find rest on the back of your knees so he can press your legs up against your sides, fully opening you to thrust into you without struggle, without restraint, as lust overcomes him.

You shake your head at the stretch of his girth welcoming your pussy, sweet pleas mixed with whiny complaints escaping your lips without much thought. “‘S too much, Sebastian… can’t…” you admit. The chuckle that follows is devious, before a soft sigh in satisfaction follows as tender lips place an adoring kiss to your cheek. “You will,” Sebastian whispers, followed by the command “Now just surrender to me.” His lips seek out your own once more as he picks up a relentless pace.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red streaks that run deep. You can’t look at anything but him—his strong body on top of yours, the visible strain to his muscles while he ruts into you—until you find yourself once more captivated by his eyes. He almost looks at you lovingly, no hungrily. But Sebastian doesn't just want to consume your soul; no, his desires reach beyond basic greed. He wants to own you, to keep you to himself, to reign over you until your best years are over. You can see it clearly while swimming in crimson. But with the delicious drag of his cock inside your walls, you might just let him. Who would have expected you to be tamed this well by getting fucked?

“Please, please, please,” you exhale as your head lolls from side to side, writhing beneath your very own demon. Oh? You’re quick to beg. Quick to turn desperate, so eager to have more of something that should never have been yours. “Sebastian, Sebastian,” you repeat like a mantra as his hands hold your fragile body, digging into your hips to force you into a perfect arch for Sebastian to ravage your skin. He litters kisses over your chest, laps at your nipples, and drags your hips back down to snap against his while he is guided by gluttony.

“Give yourself to me,” you demand with no trace of shame in your bones, finally giving him a task worthy of your beautiful soul. “Stay with me, be mine…”

You almost feel dizzy with how easily Sebastian hoists you up until you’re on all fours, ass perfectly exposed for him to fully sheath his cock inside you, effectively pushing your upper body into your sea of pillows. But in stark contrast to his rather harsh handling of your body, his lips return to press soft kisses along your back. “I am yours if you are mine, my darling.” The words flow like honey before your blood coats Sebastian’s tongue as he breaks the skin, engraving himself on your skin.

Your fingers dig into the cushions, searching for support as you struggle. But the strong arm lacing around your body is all the comfort you will need from now on; his cold touch will soon set you ablaze.

Sebastian is deep inside you, the head of his cock finding your sweet spot almost naturally as he perfectly curves against your velvet walls, hips snapping against your ass with unforeseen fervour. His hands dig into your hips, surely bruising your hip bones for the coming days, but you’ve never felt this good before. Never so full, never as cared for as by the monster that is in love with your soul. You moan his name in delight, making Sebastian proud once you eagerly bounce back into his thrusts.

The husky sounds of pleasure grow clearer as his movements slow down. You feel yourself being further pushed against the mattress, to spread your legs wider and arch deeper, for his penetration to slowly steal your sanity. Who would have expected the pressure of his palm against your stomach would make you clamp around him this much? Moaning, whimpering, pleading as you beg for mercy, trying to tell him it’s too… “Too good, Sebastian, I’m—”

His movements are slow but precise, accentuating the way you desperately clamp around him in an attempt to hold him inside you for eternity. “Yes, fall apart. Let go for me,” Sebastian’s eyes roam over your smaller body beneath him—a sweaty, shaking mess. He will take care of that right after you are done. For now, instead of worrying, his hands grab at your ass almost aggressively, spreading your lower lips even further as he ruts into you.

The high-pitched squeal that escapes your throat when he picks up his pace again serves as a perfect display of your misery. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes as your hips are pushed back to meet Sebastian’s relentless thrusts. “Make me proud, little Lady...” his final demand, with sneaky fingers returning to play with your clit as he hoists you off the bed, holding you tightly against his chest.

You’re fully seated on his cock, entirely engulfed by his embrace and consumed by the demon, just as you bask in the sweet release coursing through your veins. Sebastian allows himself to be lost in your pretty cries and the way your pussy practically drips from both of your orgasms. True to his nature, he watches you like a devil on your shoulder; dark red eyes witnessing your fucked-out expression while the cutest smile illuminates your features.

His lips caress your neck as he whispers, “Do you feel better now?” You hum and let your fingers card through his hair, a tired “I do. Thank you, Sebastian” exchanged from your mouth to his ear.

Swiftly, Sebastian moves to carry you back to your spacious bathtub and lets it refill with warmth. “How about my Lady actually relaxes this time around?”

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vilemint · 15 days ago

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𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑫𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑬

Consists of. Sebastian Michaelis/Female Reader, 6k+ wc; Trans!Reader undertones, Dub-con to Consent, Caning, Degrading, Light Slapping & Spanking, Mention of Ovulation, Slight Breeding kink, Inappropriate Workplace Relationships, Office Sex, Reader is described to be smaller than Sebastian, Sebastian is lowkey kind of misogynistic for a minute, Slight monsterfucking(?), Sebastian's dick is really big — though theres only brief penetration, Dacryphilia, Needy!Sebastian towards the end, Fade to Black ending- ish (the smut stops after a point), let me know if i missed any. ᧔ kinkmas'24 masterlist & taglist ᧓

The queen is so demanding, Ciel often expressed to his demonic butler. Nevertheless, as the "Queen's Gaurd dog" he has to do his best and solve any of her problems—with the aid of his demonic butler, but no one else knows of that!

Regardless, this particular "mission", "expedition", "assignment", whatever you wished to call it, involved the enrollment of Ciel into school—public school. Despite the need for status to skip through its long waiting list, or to join the Scarlet Fox house, status didn't quite matter as much as it did in the outside world. This was something Ciel would have to tackle nearly on his own, considering his butler wouldn't be with him constantly like usual. Though, this wasn't to say Sebastian wouldn't be there.

Currently, the "man" is listed as a professor at Weston College, teaching who knows what (surprisingly well and with authenticity), and tending to Ciel once the day had ended. It is quite the load of work, but its nothing the butler couldn't handle. After all, he has to deal with those idiots for servants at the Phantomhive manor. None of them can do their jobs correctly, except for possibly Tanaka, though the old man more sits back and observes than anything.

Nevertheless, after ensuring Ciel would be alright without his constant eyes on the boy, Sebastian left him at the manor a bit early to settle in his provided room (and check Ciel's), unfortunately without the presence of kitty cats. Both the rules of the college and Ciel seemed to disapprove, what a shame.

Sebastian tidies his room, silently hoping his master hadn't gotten himself in trouble (he was running late and stepped on the grass).

Since he is a new professor, and the new Housemaster of Sapphire Owl—the house Ciel had been placed in—it was time to meet his colleagues in the faculty room, simply for a brief introduction initiated by the Vice Headmaster, Johann Agares. His shoes click against the floor, black robes flowing behind him with each step. Sebastian didn't exactly want to be doing this, but it was required that he uphold his professional demeanor. His gloved hand grasps the door handle to the supposed faculty room. Hd steps inside, his amber eyes scanning the room—observing the room of men that look back at him.

Though, he catches a strange scent—his eyes stopping on a particular professor—a small smirk graces his face. Quickly, it changes to a polite one, but his eyes always drift to his left where you stand. A surprisingly pretty man—beauty on par with that of a woman. Your robes and uniform are loose, not formfitting like the other staff in the room. Your hair was cut in a short style, the cologne you wear wafting into his nose, your chin held high, and stance proper in a way a man would—though, a few times, he catches mannerisms that read quite feminine. It wasn't something he should dwell on, there are quite a few men who carry such things, however, through his demonic nature, there was no mistake.

One look at you, one whiff of you, he could immediately tell that fraud you presented in order to hide a permanent part of your nature.

A woman.

There's a woman, in an all boys school, yet no one had figured it out. It's not surprising, humans aren't very perceptive, no matter how much they try and convince themselves. In fact, the thought that no one else knew what he did sparked something akin to excitement in his chest.

With a respectful bow, Sebastian introduced himself to the rest of the staff, politely shaking hands and smiling to offer a good first impression. Though, when it came to you, the interaction felt somewhat odd. When you first spoke, he tilted his head, amusement in his eyes. 'Did he figure out something? I thought my voice was alright,' you would think while he mentally applauded your effort in changing your vocals. His gloved hand shook your own, Sebastian's thoughts filled with how small you are compared to him. His hand nearly dwarfed your own, he found it cute.

When your eyes meet, there's a sense of intimacy that is shared between the two of you. At first, its a big intriguing—charming even—but it quickly turns to discomfort. His eyes seemed bore into your own, as if his eyes were staring into your soul—mapping out its figure, studying the nature of it, and marking its image in his eyes.

Newsflash, he was.

After a brief moment that seemed to last for several minutes, he lets go, his eyes squinting as he smirks down at you, you could swear you could see his amber eyes flash red before he turns his face from you.

Sebastian takes a step away from you, granting you space as he turns towards Johann.

"I'm afraid I haven't gotten the chance to see my new classroom, could someone perhaps show me the way?"

Johann looks between the present staff in the room, and his eyes, of course, land onto you. He calls your name, "Would you perhaps show the new Housemaster around?" Your eyes dart to Sebastian's, "Of course, sir," you politely bow and turn towards the door. "This way, Mr. Michaelis," you hum, walking out of the door and into the grand hallways of the college.

A small smile is on his face as he nods, following after you. His eyes are glued to your form, nodding, responding with 'mhm's to each of your words. Knowing what he does, it's amusing the way the students wave and greet you, you seem quite popular among them. "Over there, down that hall are the mobile activities, ballroom dancing, fencing, etc." you explain, "Over here is your classroom."

Sebastian follows closely, capturing a picture in his mind of everything you show him. Next, the two of you are walking in the direction of his office. "I'm not sure if you've been yet, but your office is in the Sapphire Owl section," you explain, opening his office door, noticing how plain it looks. Though, he hasn't fully settled in, so its no surprise. Sebastian glances at his desk, his eyes glimmering the honest red of his pupils when they look back at you. Thoughts fill his mind, most he definitely cannot act upon, especially at this moment, but the thoughts quickly end as you turn towards him, directing him down the halls. "After this, I've shown you everywhere you need to kn-"

"What ever is that noise?" Sebastian tilts his head, as there seems to be some commotion that glows louder as they near the Sapphire Owl side of the building.

"Ah—that new student, Ciel, I think. The Owls must be giving him their traditional "welcoming party." I wouldn't say its harmless, but its not horrible," You explain, looking in the direction. "Each house does it, sometimes its quite mean."

Sebastian hums, hearing the partial call of his name from his master. Swiftly, he bursts into the room, a confident smile on his face as he stops the students from tossing Ciel in the air once more. "Alright now, that's enough!" He claps, looking down at the fallen Ciel on the floor. Offering a hand, he smiles, amused at his master's misery. Behind him, you stand by the doorway, looking around the room. A few of the students politely greet you, particularly Clayton. You wave before addressing Sebastian once more.

"Well, it seems you've settled in, Mr. Michaelis. Perhaps I will see you later," you bow your head and leave from the area, walking down thr hallway and pondering about the new addition to Weston College.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, teaching, individually aiding students in class, spending time thinking about the next lesson through planning period, it was the same schedule as usual, though something plagued your mind. Those ruby red eyes staring into you, as if stripping you naked with his eyes. Well, you swear they were red. Perhaps it was lighting, but nevertheless, a slight sense of dread filled you as this new professor could be more perceptive than the last—picking out your true, fundamental nature. His gaze made you shiver, but internally, you question if that was a bad feeling, or a good one.

No what occured or what was felt, it was the end of the day. Finally was your moment to settle into your room, permanently, no more students allowed and undress.

Annoyed and tired huffs leave your lips as you tug off your attire, tossing the torso layers lazily on the small desk in your room. There you stood in your room, beneath the moonlight, torso stripped bare, save for the bandages that cover your chest. You sigh and begin to undo the white bandaged wrapped around you, though you pause, a vague, yet familar feeling washing over you—sending a chill down your spine. Quickly, you walk over to the window, pulling the curtains that cover the glass closed, consequently, blocking a perched raven from peering inside.

Once the curtains were closed, a candle set alight, and the bandages fallen to the floor in a circle around you, you sigh of relief and stretch.

As much as it felt slightly good, gratifying even, to bind your chest—it hurt. The price of comfortable masculinity resulted in nearly crushing your ribs, likely shrinking your lungs as you cannot fully breathe in when binding. Rubbing your side, you carefully bend over and gather the bandages in your hands, setting them on the small table in your room before fully stripping, pants, garters, socks, and all—extremely ready to lay down in your bed and pass out for night.

Except, you have grades to finish.

A passionate "ugh" leaves you as you pull on your nightgown and sit at the table, carefully grading your students papers.

It is the next day that you find yourself tucked beneath the covers of your bed, though you don't remember crawling into the bed and cuddling close. You swear you fell head first into that pile of stacked paper and slept there. Perhaps you walked and slept, though, that was quite worrisome considering you'd be condemmed for it. You didn't think it was that, so perhaps you were so tired and ready for bed that in your half-asleep state you walked to your bed without any rememberance?

Regardless, it wasn't something you could dwell on long. After all, you needed to sneak in to the showers ahead of any other staff and quickly get yourself in time. It was tedious, and quite annoying, but necessary if you wanted to continue this life here. Back home there were nothing but talks of problems, problems, problems—marriage, marriage, marriage, and babies, babies, babies. This job provided a life free of that, granted, if you could keep up the facade. Plus, it felt strangely satisfactory to put yourself in the shoes of another like this. Something about this dangerous facade was comfortable.

But, instead of thinking too hard, it was time for your actual job—teaching these rowdy children.

You walk towards your classroom with a purpose, eager, not to start class or to see those troublemakers, but to get the day overwith. In your stride, your eyes catch Professor Michaelis, walking in that direction. You qucikly greet him in your passing, "Good morning, Mr. Michaelis," you nod.

Sebastian respectfully nods back, though, he ads emphasis to his brief greeting that has your heart near thumping against the bandages upon your chest. "Good morning, Miss—ter," Sebastian greets with a smirk, wallowing in the satisfaction of seeing that pretty smile of yours fall in both confusion and worry. Its likely you'll stop by his office this even, well—if he doesn't call for you first.

The rest of the day is mostly a blur, your teaching becoming half-baked as a plethora of scenarios and thoughts fill your mind. That had always been the one and only weak spot that could spell your downfall. You curse to yourself, trying to keep focus. But, the difference was large enough for the students themselves to notice—several asking if you're okay after classes.

Of course, you reassured them, but you were nearly gnawing on your nails at the thought of getting kicked out of the school at this point. Yes, that pause could have been a mistake, but that would likely entail you gave off some sense of femininity to warrant that title!? Regardless, the smile you caught Sebastian wearing as he passed led you to believe it was intentional.

A sigh leaves your lips, shoe tapping nervously on the floor before you ultimately decide to calm down and go get lunch.

And, of course, you had to meet him there.

Everyday, for the entire week, he did this. Insinuating you were feminine-like with remarks or "mistakes." He'd chuckle at your expression, greet you at lunch, and act like nothing happened. A week, you endured this until you finally decided to be confrontational for once. You wanted to get along with your new professor, he was handsome, gentlemenly, and quite good with the children. He was overall a perfect 10 out of 10 until he started to make those "jokes." One lunch period, you finally decided to address the issue. Though, being the man he is, Sebastian barely let you get a word in.

"Professor Michealis, I would like to discus—"

"Perfect! I need to discuss something with you aswell. Meet me in my office, during afternoon break," he bows his head, wearing that michevious, devilish, grin. "I cannot wait to see you then."

The audacity??? "Wha—" your eyes are wide as you watch him quickly walk away. Your father warned you about men like this. Be careful not to fall for them, not to be entangled in their manipulative grasp—avoid them to ensure their confident hands don't wander beyond their own body.

You wanted to stay away from him, to run in the opposite direction and avoid his terrifying gaze upon your body—your lips, your breasts he somehow figured were there, and the ass that your pants—unfortunately—clinged to. But, you were a wo—a man of respect and honor. No matter how rude the invitation was, you were prompted to answer it. Additionally, you still get to discuss your issue—so, win-win—hopefully.

A sigh left your lips as you smoothed out your clothes. You didn't exactly want to look nice for the strange professor, but your nerves were getting to you. Looking back at your desk, you completed as much grading as you could mentally handle for that short period and left your own office to head to Sebastian's. The hallways were buzzing, children running to their clubs and such, it was only 2pm after all, everyone was quite energetic after sitting still for so long. The students wave and greet you as you walk past, you never thought you'd enjoy teaching so much when your father sent you here, but surprisingly, it was throughly enjoyable—even with rambunctious, dirty boys.

Once you reached Sebastian's office, you knocked three times waiting from the deep 'Come in' to ring before you walk inside.

Sebastian was sitting in his chair, coat discarded, leaving only his 3-piece suit—minus the jacket. He smiles, gloved hands setting down the parchment he previously had in his hands. "What did you need, professor?" You frown and ask. Though, at your expression he seems to have taken amusement in it. Sebastian tilts his head, his legs crossed, and hands entangled to rest on his knees. "No, you first, professor. You seemed to have a more urgent topic than mine."

You frown, confused at what he could possibly find amusement in. Your arms are crossed, legs shoulder-width apart, and back straight—aiming to seem more confident, considering confident seemed to equal masculine in this country. You swallow, eyes fluttering as you try and form the correct words. Clearing your throat, you speak, "Well, I wanted to address your passing...comments. You've been "mistakenly" insinuating femininity about me for a full week now. What about me strikes you as so feminine that you mistake my pronouns?" Sebastian hums, putting a finger to his chin as if he's truly thinking about his answer.

"Well you are female, are you not?"

His statement seems to have caught you off gaurd, your head twitching and eyelashes fluttering at his bold statement. "N-No? What made you suspect that?" There was a slight irritation seeping in your tone, and your true voice peeks through aswell. Sebastian raises his eyebrows, that perpetual smile still present, even as he stands up and walks towards you. The way he stalks has you backing up. You had stayed close to the door, so you truly could open the door and leave if you so wished. But there's a sense of fear as he walks toward you, your hands trembling behind you. He huffs and laugh and leans in close to you, reaching behind you to turn the lock to his office.

Your eyes widen at the sound of the lock clicking, speks of fear becoming larger in those pretty eyes of yours. It made the man wish he could devour you here and now, which ever way was first available.

"U-Um, prof- Michealis, what is the- the..." you seem to shrink under his gaze, nearly whimpering like a scared puppy beneath his tall stature. He smiles, albiet a bit condensing. "Well, your human colleagues are quite slow...all humans are. If they weren't, it'd be quite easy to tell," he chuckles lightly at the incredulous look you give him, though it still, doesn't lack fear. He can practically taste your fear and he's thriving on it.

He raises his gloved fingers to your throat, the tips of his fingers stroking along the column of your throat. "Your voice sounds like a little boy going through puberty," his fingers float up to your eyes, lightly brushing his thumb over your eyelid, cupping your cheek in his palm, "Your cheeks are too chubby, your eyes widen like a doe's, one far too precious to belong to male..." His hands then fall to your chest, "This lump at your chest says enough," his hands roam down your sides—much to your discomfort, but it seems he doesn't care, and even finds amusement in it, "As much as these loose clothes and coat try to hide it—your curves are too delicious. Your hips were clearly made to bare a child, not to be standing around and teaching brats," he chuckles at the look of offense on your face—the expression that looks as if you want to punch the fuck out of him, yet his hands still travel, stopping right above where your womb would be, "And finally...you so smell so delicious."

"Wha- What?" You breathe out, trembling beneath his touch and his gaze. Sebastian's eyes flicker from his fingers to your face. Gone were his amber eyes, replaced with crimson and a slit pupil as he looked at you.

The devil. This man had to ge the devil.

"Demon, dearest. Not the devil," he comments with a smile, seemingly reading your thoughts. Your eyes widen in surprise and fear, concerned at how he's gotten into your head and at his demonic status that he claims. "As for the smell, its nothing bad, I assure you. It's simply the scent of a ready womb. You're ovulating aren't you?"

Once again, your eyes widen, they remain wide as they look up at the demon towering above you. You think about when your next menstrual cycle was supposed to occur, snd surely enough—it was a week, meaning you would be ovluating right now. At least, that's what your family nurse told you. Sex education wasn't exactly taught, especially by doctors to young women, but that one female nurse seemed to have your back in your ascension to "womanhood." Nevertheless! How did he know that?? And, that has a smell to him?? He said it doesn't stink, but what does it smell like then?? And what would he do with that information??

Sebastian nealy laughs, but he cuts it off. "You truly are the cutest thing I've seen in a while. Maybe even as cute as a kitty cat."

You hate this.

This situation, the way he's pinning you to the door with only his demanor, the way he's commenting on your body as if you have no mind to take offense to him. But most importantly, you hate how his words affect you—and you can't even decide if its negatively or positively. Chewing on your bottom lip, you look up at him with tears in your eyes, your thighs pressing close to eachother, hips twitching as unfamiliar heat pools below. This is something you've never experienced.

This feeling is scary, you hate it. You shouldn't be silently calling for him to touch you. You shouldn't want it. But something about this thing, has you going insane.

"Mm, "thing" that's mean," Sebastian smiles at your expression, "Perhaps you're as slow as your colleagues. Is me reading your mind that far-fetched? I can hear every little thought in that pretty head of yours, most of them are quite cute. And some of them...so naughty. I didn't think you'd be this needy at the mere mention of your feminine traits."

The "angry" face that appears on your face in that moment is comical. He sighs, and takes off your coat, slowly sliding it off. In fact, his movements are slow, deliberate as he starts to undress your outer layers, and as you let him do it. Sebastian clicks his tongue, when he reaches the undershirt beneath your button up. "These poor things. I know this hurts," he fake pouts, slipping the undershirt off of you and taking a look at your bandaged chest. "May I?" He hums.

"Oh, now you're asking."

He smirks at your smart attitude. "Yes, I am. May I?"

After a moment, you nod. After all, your back and chest are hurting. You've been walking around with your breasts binded since early this morning. Sebastian smiles, carefully peeling the bandages off of your chest, his eyes clued to it, enjoying each peak of skin after a layer falls.

Only until the bandages pool in a circle around your feet, does he step back to admire the sight before him. Such a nervous, virgin girl right in his grasp. He'd be a fool to let this moment slip from his grasp, thanking his decision to do this during the break considering his master would be dragged off with the friends he unintentionally made. "Beautiful. Though...you truly do need a punishment," Sebastian clicks his tongue once more, feigning sympathy as he graps your breasts.

"Wha—mnh!" You whimper, peering up at him with teary eyes as he fondles the sensitive mounds. "Poor things, so sensitive after your abusive. Yes, you really do need to be punished you lying girl." Sebastian licks his lips at the fear (and need) that shine in your pretty doe eyes as you peer up at him. "You heard me," he smiles, "What shall I do...ah...would you do me the kindest favor of bending over on my desk?"

Could you really decline?

"You may."

You blink, bitting your lip at his confirmation. But was he telling the tr—

"As much as you may not believe me, I am telling you the truth. You may decline."

Bitting your bottom lip, you ponder what you should do. You should decline and run away from him, well, while concealing as much as possible. Your house was close to his own, possibly you could make it. But, the embarrassment...and...what does he have in store? There goes that cursed curiousity of yours. "Uh..." your voice his shaky as you tremble below him. You slowly, hesitantly, walk over to his desk and lewdly bend over it, pressing your bare chest against the wood.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you did. This is so...?!?!?!

"Close your eyes."

You do as he says, anxiously awaiting what ever he has to say. Your ears pick up on the shuffling near your head and the soft clank of wood and metal. You frown, curious and concerned as you awaited what he would do. Fortunately, you quickly figured out as he yanked down your pants and undergarments, earning a surprised yelp from you and your eyes shooting open. The cool air hitting your bare cunt was a shock, a new feeling that increased the warmth inside of you. You, who's completely bare before your demon colleague and bent over his desk.

"Shh," he coos. "And, did I say you could open your eyes? ...No matter. Ten licks, if you can survive ten of these, I will consider your punishment complete. I want to hear you count. And should you mess up, I will start over." Your lips tremble, and afraid of your voice failing you, you nod.

Sebastian huffs a laugh, gripping the cane in his hand. He takes a moment, deciding the amount of force he'll use before he flips the cane over, aiming to use the wooden part of it, not the metal. There's silence in the room before a thwack! rings in the air. Quickly, you slap both of your hand over your mouth, screaming inside of your palms with fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Your eyes are wide as they look at the sadistic expression on Sebastian's face. What have you gotten into?

His red eyes carry expectation, a sharp tooth peeking from behind his lip. "One," you croak.

Sebastian smiles in acceptance at you partially completing your task. "Good girl," he coos, his gloved hand smoothing the stinging flesh. He squeezes the cane again before landing another hard smack to your behind. The squeal you release into your palms is so precious. You screw your eyes shut, sobbing over the pain in your body. This is something you've never experienced. Trust, you've felt pain. But they've only been limited to a ruler smacking your calves or your wrists as punishments. This was different. These strikes had the full intent to inflict pain for nothing more than enjoyment. "T...T-Two!"

Your legs tremble, hips twitching, and your ass stinging with hot pain. His hand, once again, rubs the skin to soothe it. "I didn't think you'd be a mess this quickly. But, what can I expect from you, hm?"

"Huh? W-What does that me—?!" Your words are promptly interrupted with a heavy strike from his cane. You grit your teeth, grunting as the wood makes rough contact with your skin. Your face is pitiful. Your smushed against the table, sobbing and struggling to form the number in your lips. "T- Thr- ngh- Thr-ee!" While there was unbelievable pain coursing through your body, there was unfamiliar pleasure flowing through it aswell. Even if you haven't fully understood your own body or arousal, there was an undeniable wetness between your thighs. And apparently, Sebastian noticed aswell.

"How naughty. Soaked from some painful strikes? How whorish." His words made you want to crawl in hole and die, but he wasn't exactly wrong. You were getting off to was was supposed to be a "punishment." Sebastian hums behind you, carefully dragging the cane along your slit, smiling at the twitches and whimpers in response as the carvings drag against your wet clit. "Harlot," he comments before giving yet another unprecedented strike.

Your feet curl and you grip the table like your life depends on it. "Fuh- Fourrrrrrr," you whine, squinting your eyes. Sweet tears fall from those wet lashed. Sebastian wishes he could lick them up right now, savor whatever liquid he could from you. But, his play was limited for now. He very well couldn't go too far or too long, knowing his needy brat of a master could call upon him at any moment, sna a cricket match was impending. He sighs, pressing a kiss to where the tear fell, tasting the delicious salt of your tear.

A low growl leaves him, causing your eyes to fall open and focus on him.

Sebastian's eyes were screwed shut, his teeth gritted, and lips parted in what seems to be irritation? You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but you were thoroughly concerned that you did something, something that could possibly result in harder strikes.

Sebastian's face falls back to its relaxed state, and he sits up. This moment was the one where he truly hated his own principles, his own ideals. Multiple contracts were uncouth in his mind. His sadistic nature made it alright for him to focus on one master, no matter how long because the eventual meal would be delicious. But his red eyes glow, boring into the back of your skull, at your soul. Oh, how he wishes he could taste you now. Mind, body, and soul. You would be so delicious, a fine meal to satiate his eternal hunger. He knows without a doubt that you'd be his finest meal. But his principles, ones that other demons ridicule him for, had finally gotten in his way.

Irritation feels his body. Oh, how he wishes he could claw his way through your body. He wishes he could rip you apart and taste your insides, not just the external flesh. He wishes he could dig into the feast of your body. But alas, he couldn't, he was bound. And for the first time in a millennia, he regrets that. A demon, feeling regret? He should stab himself in the chest. This is ridiculous. That simple taste of your tear driving him mad. It was stupid and unbelievably pathetic that he felt such a way from a mere tear. How his cock hardened from a glimpse of your taste.

A sigh of bliss leaves him as his hands stroke along your body, feeling the curve of your back, the rolls of your tummy, the dips of your hips.

If only he could swallow you whole.

This random break in abuse on your backside had you confused and concerned, wondering what he could be thinking. Why did he suddenly decide to caress your body? To fondle your tits once more? To drag his palm from your v-line and up? To rub your tummy, wishing he could fill it so fill that his cum leaks from your cunt? His hand lingered near the bush of curls above your clit for a moment. You think he hesitated because he really wanted to touch. But the mind of a demon is strange and unknown. You wonder how long he'll be staying at Weston, hopefully you'd be able to ask.

Sebastian quickly bends you back over, grasping his cane and landing yet another strike. It seemed, harder than the last few. Your hands slap against the wooden desk, clawing at the material as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to silence yourself. "Five," you squeak. He is far too unpredictable for this!

Your sobs continue as he continues his strikes aswell.

Six, Seven, Eight—they hurt. Each made you want to scream for help, and each made you want him to fuck you with the damn cane. So many emotions swirl inside of your tummy as this progresses. Luckily, you're conscious enough to recite the numbers correctly, but that didn't mean you weren't losing your mind.

"Ni-iiiiiine!" You whimper, feet tapping on the floor as a way to focus on something help.

"One more," he coos, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. It was certainly a contrast to his hard hits. You sigh, a sob and cough leaving you. Finally, it would end.

He raises his arm, your eyes clenched shut and teeth digging into your arm.

Thwack!

A blood-curdling scream is let into your skin. That was harder than the rest, you wouldn't be surprised if that actually drew blood. You grunt, trying to form the word he's waiting for. "Ten," you grit and Sebastian lets out a satisfied smile.

"Good, good," he coos dropping the cane and rubbing the sore skin beneath his gloved palms. He does this for a moment, letting you relax for a brief moment. There's silence, well—aside from your panting, but as the room calms, Sebastian pressing soft kisses down your spin, kissing each sore cheek and kneeling behind you.

He sighs, spreading your swollen cheeks to view the prize he so desperately wants. A low grumble leaves him as he simply takes in the beautiful sight. Your pussy all wet, fat lips glistening with slick, and almost transparent strings trapped in the hairs around your cunt. His gloved fingers ghost along your slit. He pulls his fist away to see the wetness on his fingers. Sebastian has to fight himself not to lick it. Instead, he takes off his gloves, throwing them away from him. He hums, deciding to give himself a taste. He presses his lips to your mound, nothing more. Though, when he leans back and licks his lips, there's another predatory growl that leaves him.

Not a moment later, he flips you over, pushing you further onto his desk. You yelp in surprise at the sudden movements. He has your legs in the air—embarrassingly spread before him. His crimson eyes are glued to your cunt, and yours are glued to the, quite frankly, scary, bulge in his pants. "Prof-"

"Sebastian is fine darling," he huffs, qucikly unbuttoning his pants.

"S-Sebastian, I don't think I can take that."

"You haven't even seen it. Trust me, you will take it. And you will take it successfully with pleasure." Underneath the time constraint, he rushes. He really shouldn't be pushing it like this, but he needs to get a taste. He sighs as he cock is let free.

Your eyes widen, lips parting in awe and fear. How does he carry that in his pants??? Sebastian chuckle, places a hand over your eyes. "No more looking. Just relax." You want to protest, to shout and rip his arm away, but you abide. You feel his figure looming over you and you mindlessly reach for his arm until you find it. Your hands are wrapped around him. Sebastian looks down at the size difference between the two—his cock had girth, and length that exceeded the most a human could grow to. And yet, this was only a performance of a human. Undoubtedly, he'd be bigger if you were to take him in his demon form, but that had to wait. You definitely weren't taking all of him, but some would be alright.

He aligns his cock to you, moving one of his hands to rub circles on your clit. The tip pushes against your entrance, and you already want to scream. "Sebastian! Sebastian, Sebastian!" You panic, clawing at his arms. And calmly, he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek, a gentle "shhh" accompanying it. Ah, right. You're a virgin. And fuck, you're tight. He removes his hand from your eyes and replaces them with his lips. He softly kisses your skin, peppering them around your face, aiming to distract you. Though as his tip stretches you open, sliding into the warm walls, his hips stop.

First, you likely couldn't take him anymore, he'd have to train you. Nothing a little blackmail can't solve.

Second, he swears this would be the only glimpse of heaven a demon like him would ve able to recieve. His pupil look as if they shake. They look down at your body, everything was perfect. From your near delirious head to your curled toes. This was sight he'd remember. He chuckles, smoothing a hand over your tummy, wishing he could fill it with his seed—regardless, it calls your attention. Your pretty eyes flutter open, peering up at him.

"Oh, this simply won't do," Sebastian sighs, "I've settled...I will have you to myself."

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