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Hounds were beating behind him as Ciel ran through the forest. The soles of his feet were already cut and bloody, and his lungs burned with the exertion of moving through this terrible cold, but it would be worse if he stopped. He knew that there was no life if he stopped.
The forest did not give him a clear place to aim for, so Ciel merely ran. He ran over rocks and small sticks, feeling sharp points dig into his skin. He raced along creek beds, then climbed up hills, using his hands on the roots protruding from the soil. Fear was all he knew. It blocked out every sensation. He couldn't get the table out of his mind, the table and the knives, and the alphas in masks converging around him.
Ciel leapt over a log downed in the forest, but when he landed, it was with an ugly sound. A crack, it rebounded through the trees to announce his new weakness, and then his scream of agony that confirmed it.
His ankle had snapped clean through; there was no where further he could run to. He was alone, and the ones who wanted him captured again were coming. He was sure they had heard him scream and knew their prey could no longer escape them. Inevitability closed around Ciel's heart like a cage, and he collapsed into the lichen at the base of this large tree. Its branches spread out above him, dark against the navy sky, and a lonely owl called from somewhere above.
Ciel shut his eyes; the night tickled his face and chest. He could feel its breeze trying to lift the scant night-dress he was clothed in, more a sack than anything. It felt cold, blowing underneath, to his nude body. Gooseflesh raised along his arms and legs. A distant howl made his heart lurch, but he pressed his lips together tightly and refused to cry. He would suck in this last reprieve, even as his ankle burned with pain.
The cold wind came again. Against his ears, in this state, it almost sounded like laughter. Leaves rustling. It almost felt like a cold hand was pushing underneath his night-dress. It almost felt like there were claws laying on his skin, scraping where his flesh had prickled.
The wind gave a shift, and suddenly a spike of scent hammered into Ciel's skull. Nostrils flaring, he tensed with fright and forced his exhausted eyes to open again. Above him, a pair of red eyes examined him, and everything he had felt pulled itself from a realm of dream to reality. He stared, open-mouthed, as a handsome face realized itself from the shadows, framed on the side by moonlight. Dark hair fell, blowing some strands up, and a mouth was smirking with sharply defined canines.
Ciel did not recognize this face or this smell.
"Little lamb, little lamb," his voice, deep and melodic, crooned. "What are you doing out in the woods at night? Don't you know that there are those who would eat you alive?"
Closer, one of the hunting hounds lifted its head to howl. It had caught Ciel's scent again, and there was a commotion as the rest of the dogs turned to join up as a pack, leading their human masters in his direction.
"It seems they are coming now." The enigmatic alpha cocked his head while he considered Ciel's body. "It is a shame that I wouldn't have more time to taste you. That scent, ah!" He laughed, then inhaled the air, coming closer to Ciel. "It is sacrilege how you smell, how you taste in the air. You're rosewater, sweet, perfect. I would like to savor you." He smiled when the dogs made their ruckus again. "But I do not seem to have the time."
That smile seemed genuinely regretful, but Ciel knew somehow that he was mocking him. In another life, he would have been offended. "Would you kill me before they found me?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"I am not merciful."
It hadn't been why Ciel asked. Disturbed, he looked to the alpha's hand, pushing under his night-dress, feeling his stomach and torso. Shivering, Ciel said, "I do not want to be captured again."
"It doesn't seem you are likely to get away." He nodded to the ankle. Examining it himself, Ciel was shocked by how swollen it already was, with skin blackening around the sight. No. no, that bruising had already been there. On his ankles, his wrists… He had been covered in bruises already, his side, his back bleeding through the night-dress. The alpha nudged a nose to his shoulder and inhaled, breathing in softly, enjoying the moment. "What lucky alphas. They truly found a prize."
Ciel considered his options. He considered his previous captivity and what would ultimately become of him. The masked faces blurred in his mind, nearly sending him to a panic — No, stay here. His lungs burned so painfully that he could barely speak. "I could be…your prize."
The alpha tutted him. "You already belong to someone else." He felt a thumb around Ciel's nipple, rubbing slowly, eyes pinching into slits like a pleased feline. "It would be crass of me to simply take you away. If I had found you earlier, then a taste, yes. They would deserve that for letting you run off in the first place. But they are clearly close-by, so why would I disregard the social order? I should pick you up and carry you back to them."
"No, please," Ciel said, then stopped, watching the amusement flickering there. That mouth, it was smirking at him. Ciel shook his head again, then pushed his chest upward, trying to sit. The alpha pressed him back down into the roots. When the alpha's hand spread out, it completely covered Ciel's chest. He could not fight back against anyone, much less this one. Had this not been his lesson in that dungeon? That he could not free himself? That he could not be anything but a slave, biologically ordained to be used by many and then discarded?
No. He wouldn't let his life end that way. Had he not been born noble? Was he not entitled to that privilege? Was he not owed retribution?
He steadied his gaze on this alpha. "I am an heir to the Phantomhive fortune. My parents are now dead, but their assets are still mine. This was not a match; I was taken from my bed as my parents were slaughtered. It would reward you richly to save me now."
"I seek no monetary prize, nor acclaim, nor accreditation." He curled claws around Ciel's nipple and pinched them inward, making him gasp in surprise. "Human trifles do not appeal to one as old as myself. I merely came because I smelled something which I had not before."
The sharp canines flashed again. Ciel felt his stomach bottom out, a flash of fearful realization in him. This was not a human man, yet he still smelled strongly of an alpha. He wore a face like a man, but… Was it a true image or just a facade? Did it matter? The dogs were close now, close enough that Ciel could hear them plodding through the underbrush. "You are…a monster," Ciel said.
"Of a sort."
The red eyes seemed to dance in his face, like fire. "Of hell," Ciel realized, and he thought of those strange pentacles inside that stinking dungeon. "You are a demon."
"Yes. Oh, yes, I was aware of you because of their ritual, but my status does not lend them power over me. I would not come just because someone learned to call my name." He laughed. "There must be a reason more than that, and you, you sweet rose, were interesting enough for me to come and have a taste."
The dogs brayed; Ciel's lungs blazed. He blurted out, "Take your taste! If it is a choice between them and you, then I will choose the fires of hell!"
"The child does not know what he is saying," mocked the demon with a saccharine smile.
"I do! I would give you my soul to take me away from here."
The demon considered it, looking him over. He lifted his night-dress to take a peek, then considered the broken ankle. "Let me taste first, and then I will decide."
"No. No! Save me now!" Ciel insisted, but this demon did not respect his words. Instead, he used his claws to cut away the scraps of the night-dress. Moonlight kissed his skin, shining him pale, and Ciel shivered. He tried to breathe evenly, but that failed when the demon yanked his legs apart. It jarred his ankle, and tears immediately started flowing. "Take me away from here, and you can do whatever you like to me," he begged, but he was ignored. A warm mouth slipped to his thigh, leaving a trail of saliva as the demon drew his tongue to the core he wished to taste.
The demon's mouth was bigger than Ciel's entire pubic region when he opened it up wide. His breath was hot, making Ciel feel odd there. He was a prized omega due to his dual genitalia — something highly desired in breeding and pet trades. The fire in his ankle made it hard to focus on exactly what was happening to him, but he felt something wet and warm between his legs.
"Hm. Yes." The demon spoke, and his voice vibrated into Ciel. The tongue returned to lapping. It dragged slowly, savoring, and all the while, Ciel heard the dogs getting nearer. Their brays were so loud now, they hurt his ears.
Fearful of being recaptured, he pushed his hands onto the head of raven-black hair. "Stop dallying! You've have your taste, now take me away from this place. Haven't I offered you enough?!"
A chuckle. The demon did not move, no matter how hard Ciel shoved against him. His ankle glanced against the edge of a root, and tears filled his eyes. The entire world around him went murky as Ciel cried out and desperately attempted to blink his eyes clear. The demon never stopped, licking his core with a long tongue. Hot prickles traveled through Ciel's body as he did so.
Alpha scent rolled over him like cloud cover. Whenever he inhaled, his mind wanted him to loosen all his control. Ciel refused. He would not be brought low by this. He was the one in control. He would set the terms. Even as the demon forcefully licked into his body, Ciel held onto this straining belief.
A howl broke the night too close to them, and Ciel let out a sob. "No, no!"
The dogs poured in from the underbrush, hackles raised, growling and circling, their tails high. They had found their prey, and Ciel could feel the air shift as the alpha scent sharpened into something territorial, aggressive. The demon sat up, his face slick and wet, and he looked carefully at the hounds. As his eyes narrowed, Ciel watched as the dogs slowly lowered their alert tails and flattened their ears. The triumphant noises came to a stop, leaving them shuffling paws on the lichen.
A growl built in the demon's throat, and he let it out past clenched fangs. Every single dog turned and rushed back into the forest, making racket, leading their human masters far, far away from them.
Ciel started with mouth agape up at the demon, who considered him with a much more even expression. "Dogs are such simplistic creatures, aren't they? All they know is to accept orders." He licked his lips.
"You saved me. It means you will accept my offer."
A chuckle again. But the demon's scent did not change. He came closer, hovering his face over Ciel's while wrapped hands around his waist. Holding him down. The aggressive pheromones pushed into Ciel's brain, making him feel strange and floaty and anxious. His body was responding in ways that he hardly understood. "There is something I want. Your body, yes. Your soul, ahhh delightful, I'll taste it, too." His hands squeezed, forcing breath up and out of Ciel's struggling lungs. "I want an heir, but what omega is good enough to bear one for me?"
He licked his lips again. "I've tasted you. This is the body I want to use. You'll accept my heirs, as many as I want to give you, before I eat your soul and bring you into hell with us."
Ciel was absolutely horrified. It was this he had run from in the first place, to be reduced to his body's processes. Ultimately, he would have been married to do the same thing, but he had not found it so degrading when he imagined a mate his father chose for him being the one to do so. And that would have been years from now, not when he was so young.
"I will let you consider."
The hungry demon returned to Ciel's wet folds, licking them softly. It was impossible to feel anything but the warm drag of that tongue as the pheromones clotted out every other sense. Ciel tried to keep his mind on track, but he could not, his thoughts started to bleed out of his head. It was collecting water in a sieve. Hopeless.
Eventually, the demon held his legs still to keep Ciel from knocking his ankle again and again. He drowned in scent as if it were opium smoke, languishing under the tongue that stroked out odd sensations. Ciel did not understand why his body grew wetter when the tongue slid inside the folds of his core. His cock was particularly sensitive, very small, and whenever the demon curled his tongue around it, Ciel jolted his hips up.
He had lost track of the time when the demon stopped. Through heavy-lidded eyes, Ciel watched his face appear, even more shined by the dripping wet. He smiled to show Ciel his teeth. "What is your decision, little lamb?"
"I…"
Another spike of domineering scent slid like a knife into his mind, scrambling the words. Ciel whimpered, adjusting his legs in the demon's hold, watching the red eyes peering at him. He felt more warmth flowing down his core.
The demon looked, smiling.
It took a moment for Ciel to realize he had done a submissive pissing display. His cock pumped out a final burst of it that trickled down his folds. That was his body making a choice that his mind never would have allowed. Ciel's cheeks burned in shame.
"Should I take that to be your choice?" the demon asked him. "What else could it mean? You will agree to have my heirs, to belong to me body and soul, until the time I am to devour you?"
Ciel opened and shut his mouth, attempting to work his mind into something resembling order. "I…want terms."
A thrilling growl left the demon. "Terms?" he questioned. "What could you possibly have to barter with? I could leave you here."
But the demon wouldn't. Ciel could see the way he looked down, lips being licked by that long, red tongue. He wanted Ciel, and he was willing to do nearly anything to have him. Yes, yes, he was confident in that, even through the pheromones that demon used to distract him. Most of the power had clearly shifted to the demon's side, but that didn't leave Ciel without a chance, without a last card to play.
"While we are on earth…serve me," he whispered. "Be my intrepid butler, let me return to my Phantomhive Manor, and tend to me. Allow me to kill those who took my family from me and left me here in this forest for the likes of you to find."
He could see the fiery movement in the demon's eyes again.
"You will follow my orders, but I will cede to your desires." Ciel stared, attempting to remember what he had learned of contracts from his father. Not much, after all, he was an omega…why should he ever have to know this information. Focus. "You must allow me my revenge before you take me to hell."
"And if I refuse these terms, you are content to be left for the dogs to find again…unless the elements take your delicate body first."
His lungs gave a pinch, as if responding to the taunt. Ciel knew he would suffer later; the cold always left him ill. "Yes," he said confidently. "If you can find another omega like me, then you should leave me here and find someone who will sell themselves for such a low price."
They regarded each other for some time before the demon dipped his head low. "I accept your terms. Give me a name, then our deal shall be complete."
It only took Ciel a moment to think of the perfect name. After all, what more did he need but a loyal dog who would follow his orders, who was merely a beast of instinct but would obey him when it mattered.
"Sebastian," he stated, firm, then his back arched as a pain like he had never known blazed to life in his right eye. Vision went white, like a field, and he only saw a single feather drifting down from the abyss it stretched into. The feather fell, until it landed across his eyes, and blotted the world out completely.
All of the windows were open, letting in a spring breeze to fill the manor. Ciel sat in the winter garden, the glass walls stretching high, the air warm and slightly muggy. His lungs had recovered enough that this was no longer a trial for him. Plants were now being moved from inside to populate the grounds again, dead bushes being pruned, and the roses brought back to life by a deft hand. All day, his orders had been fulfilled without question, as had it been for the past two months as Ciel reclaimed the destroyed manor, had it restored to its original glory, and then recovered from the illness and injuries brought on by his ordeal.
"Open all the windows to allow the manor to breathe."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Bring me tea and scones to my office."
"Yes, Young Master."
"I will take dinner in the winter garden. Set up a table for me."
"Yes, Young Master."
In the distance, the sun was blazing down behind the trees. The pines looked long and slender, and their needles were so thin that they disappeared into the light leaving only thin spires of shadow. Ciel enjoyed an after-dinner desert of cake with a raspberry cream, his fork sliding through the layers of buttery, decadent cake. As he took the final bite, his uncovered eye caught the movement of someone entering the room.
"Sebastian, all of these dishes can be washed down," Ciel said, laying down his fork. "Then, I will be dressed for bed. Make sure all the windows have been shut before dark."
There was no response. Ciel turned his head, giving the demon an impatient look. He was accustomed to having his orders obeyed immediately. Why should he have to wait? He was the Earl of Phantomhive.
But then he caught the scent again. The spike of pheromones that felt like a knife in his brain. Immediately, his hand went limp, sliding off the table, taking the fork he had just replaced with it. It clattered on the stone ground, tinny in the ears. Sebastian smiled at him.
"Tonight, our power reverses," he said. "Remember what you agreed."
Ciel shivered, though it was not cold, finding that his lungs did still ache some. Or maybe that was simply because he had forgotten to breathe. The demon stalked closer to him, seizing him up from the chair, holding his wrists in one hand. He leaned down, that sharp smile so close to Ciel's face, sunlight catching off his fangs. "I want my heir, little lamb. Your weak, human constitution spared you long enough."
"I am not prepared-"
The stone was cold, and his knees met it with a crack. Ciel gasped out in pain, feeling a gloved hand curling into his hair. "Quiet now," said the demon. His teeth bit the finger of his other glove to pull it off. The Faustian Mark gleamed on his pale skin, then he slid one finger onto Ciel's lips to press them shut. "Our agreement stands solid, irreversible. You cannot say anything which will prevent this from happening. Do you understand?"
He knew. That mark had burned itself painfully into his eye, so Ciel knew precisely what the truth was, and what situation he had created for himself. Still, his stubbornness did not diminish in the face of utter hopelessness. The demon unlaced his eye patch and let it flutter away.
The eye which now held the demon's mark was blinded; Ciel could see nothing from it. But he could still feel it, the strange texture of the Faustian symbol that lived within his iris. He could tell when it glowed, because he would feel a warmth within it blazing outward. Sebastian traced his lashes, then angled up his chin.
"Do not fret," he was told softly. "The worst has already passed, has it not? You wanted mating on your own terms, and that is what you now have."
Ciel was not sure he would agree that this was 'on his own terms'. "The time for this can wait until my revenge is had. I cannot do what I need to do if I am carrying your spawn."
Sebastian smiled for him. "That was not our agreement."
Shortly, Ciel found his back pressed into garden mulch. He pushed at the demon's hands, rankling at his amused smile. Sebastian pinned his arms, then used his exposed claw like scissors to cut away Ciel's clothing. Scraps of fine cloth fell away, all of it taken and thrown, left in an abandoned pile nearby. The sun sank deeper behind the trees, so only a few gleaming strands of light made it here. The light was eaten by the demon's shadow, casting Sebastian in a dark void above Ciel.
The ankle he grabbed was still somewhat tender, and Ciel let out a soft noise of complaint. "Watch how you handle me!"
"For now, I am no longer your butler." Sebastian took his other leg and pressed them up over Ciel's shoulders, spreading him so that his body could be seen and enjoyed. The alpha's smell washed over him, and Ciel had to fight the tide to remain above water. Keep his mind clear. Not become a drooling mess, submitting to this. "You are my broodmare, my omega, and I am the one you will obey."
Ciel scowled at him. "I would never obey a dog."
Eyebrows raised, then Sebastian chuckled. "The only dog I see is you, a little puppy playing like a guardian, snapping worthless teeth." He shook his head. "Do not forget your place. I may follow your commands by day, but now the shade has come, and your body and soul belong to me."
His mouth covered Ciel's core again, tonguing at the folds. The sudden stimulation made Ciel jerk and twist. His muscles strained as he attempted to pull his legs free of the demon's harsh grip. The windows held the colors of evening light, splashes of gold and gleaming red that fell across the stone floor, reaching for them. Ciel was cocooned in his demon's darkness, though. He had given himself up to spare a fate worse than this, and now he would reap what had been sown.
Sitting up, Sebastian tossed back the curtain of his dark hair and licked his lips. His feasting had left Ciel bothersome, wet, and throbbing. "It is a boon to find you when your taste is already hellishly perfect. I cannot imagine anyone mistaking a lure like you for divine."
Ciel showed his own teeth in a grimace. "What are you saying?"
"Merely how I can understand what drives weak-willed men to violence in order to claim a prize like you. When I taste you, it is all I can do to keep my wits. Humans might not be able to control themselves at all, just smelling your scent." Sebastian began to take off his own clothing, his hands freeing Ciel's legs briefly. The words brought him a stab of shame, so he attempted to close his thighs. Sebastian did not allow it, knocking them apart whenever he tried. "Do not look so humbled. Is this not a compliment for an omega?"
Ciel did not find it to be one. Yet, he knew that his scent gave him some control over this demon who wanted him badly. For an heir, yes, but also to sate his own appetites. "I can teach you how to compliment," he offered. "If you will wait a day-"
"No," Sebastian said.
His clothes were gone, and he shifted over Ciel, pressing him more firmly into the mulch. The scent of his desire was rising in the air, choking off whatever words Ciel wanted to say. Then, something heavy was laid between Ciel's legs and up his torso. He already knew what he would see, but it was so unbelievable, Ciel had to check anyway.
The heavy, girthy cock laid over his abdomen and torso, wider around than both of Ciel's hands could reach. It might have been ten inches, more? Yes. More like twelve. The sight of it made Ciel pale in fright. The tip was releasing a few drops of pre-ejaculate which gathered in a small puddle right below Ciel's nipple. That was how far it managed to reach when laying outside of his body. He couldn't believe that this would ever fit inside of him.
"You can't expect that to fit," Ciel whispered. His chest was pinching in fear.
"I do," Sebastian confirmed. He rearranged Ciel's legs again, spreading them out so he had plenty of room to work. With his muscles straining, Ciel could not move to get away from the oncoming decimation. He imagined himself ripping to shreds. Another wave of pheremone hit him, and his mind tilted dangerously off its axis. Adrift, he went spinning, forgetting himself. Words followed him into the abyss, like a hook to guide him back out. "Do not be frightened. I will make it fit."
He did not feel the next moments, whatever Sebastian did. His body was merely drowning in a sea of pheromones, giving him a reprieve from his own self-made reality. He had sold his body, and this was the end result. Ciel wondered what might happen the day the demon fed on his soul. Would it be this invasive? Would he carve him open, or merely kiss the ephemeral piece of him right from his mouth?
There were too many questions and no answers, but this was still better than the dungeon and the dogs and the masked faces watching his defilement.
His eyes snapped open when he felt a large stretch. Ciel's mouth was open, and he was making a strange noise, high-pitched, unlike a scream, more like the call of a bird. He didn't think he had ever made such a noise before, it was befitting him, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop himself. Lifting his head, he wheeled his eyes down Sebastian's handsome face and pale body, ending at the point where he had connected them now, cock partially burrowed into Ciel's cunt. It hurt.
Oh, it hurt.
Sebastian's hand curled over Ciel's mouth, cutting off his screeching. He bent over him, red eyes glittering. "Now, now," he chastised. "There is no need for all of that."
How would he possibly know? Ciel felt so much pain that he could not move. His body was trembling on the cock pressing more of itself inside of him. He wished for that dark abyss again, let the alpha send him out of his body just for a reprieve! But the demon watched him, holding back that mercy, wanting him here, wanting to see the fear in his eyes, to taste it in the air. He was truly demonic.
Ciel could feel it moving into him. Whatever resistance Sebastian met, he ignored, prodding the tip deeper into Ciel. The body he invaded had no choice but to accommodate him, opening up under threat and not coaxing. Ciel ground his teeth beneath the hand keeping him silent, nostrils flaring, until he felt a shock of pain. Sebastian's cock had reached the end of the road, there was something blocking him from going deeper. Not even half of his cock was inside, and he made a noise of repressed disappointment.
"This will have to do for now."
Daring to look a second time, Ciel peered downward and found that he could- He could see the outline of where Sebastian was inside of him. His body had bulged around it, because there wasn't space for the demon's cock. He whimpered behind the hand covering his mouth, and Sebastian grinned for him. The light flashing off his fangs gained Ciel's attention again.
"I've never mated a creature so small before," he said. "I think I like it better than what I've had before. You fit around me like a glove to the hand."
Ciel did not think this fit. He blinked when tears attempted to gather in his eyes. No. He still would not be weak. No matter what, he would be strong. No matter what, he would be bold and accept this cost. This was merely payment for what he desired, and he still held the cards until the day the demon took his soul.
It was hard to hold onto that belief when Sebastian began to move.
The first thrust almost made Ciel scream. It was the relief of the cock leaving those overly stretched muscles only to slam back inside almost instantly. There was no time to adjust to any part of this. Ciel only could endure. He trembled with the exertion of torment while Sebastian moved inside him. So did the bulge of him, and Sebastian watched the near hypnotic strain of his skin around that cock. Damn him.
Sebastian moved in hard, slamming himself against the dead-end stop inside of Ciel. Every single time he struck it, trembles of furied pain lanced into Ciel's body. The hand holding his mouth left, and Sebastian replaced it on his cock, using two fingers to stroke the thin shaft of it. "I would like for you to come," Sebastian told him.
The words rolled in Ciel's brain, and he couldn't help choking out a laugh at them. Come? From this agony? He couldn't imagine it.
"Pain is merely a sensation on a spectrum of many sensations," Sebastian said, putting on a voice as if he were an instructor in a lesson hall. "Your body is prime to accept one as the other. All you have to do is experience both at the same time. You will learn to love the pain."
He pinned Ciel's cock and began to stroke it with his thumb. Strangely, a bloom of pleasure did build underneath all the agony. Ciel hardly realized it at first. He was tense all through his body, holding himself like a bomb ready to explode, but the thumb on his small cock made Ciel begin to unwind. A clock hand ticking backwards.
"What are you…doing to me?" he asked, because he didn't understand how the demon could have this much control over him.
Sebastian chuckled. "Humans are easy. This is not even the beginning of what I can teach your body to accept."
Was that a promise or a threat? Ciel decided to take it as both.
The litany of sensation began to enfold, becoming one thing, as Sebastian had promised. Tears pricked in Ciel's eyes again, but this time he did not stop to blink them away. Let them come. Let them wash through him. He did, and they scrolled down his face and trembled off his jawline. Sebastian continued his insistent thrusting until, with a gasp, Ciel came just as Sebastian had insisted he would.
The pain blew out from him, like steam over a mug of tea whipped by the wind, and pleasure hit him. Fists of it, piling into his stomach, and his cock spilled clear seed onto his abdomen while his cunt gave ripples, grabbing and loosening to the cock it was strained around. And Sebastian, immediately, leaned forward and shoved his cock with seemingly all his strength.
Ciel felt the place inside of him that he had thought was a dead-end crack.
Pressure released like a steam valve; Ciel was opened up more. He wailed softly, and Sebastian's full length finally stroked into his body. The bulge in his stomach grew longer, thicker, and Sebastian entered a deep recess in his body, the place he had been trying to access the entire time. He settled himself to the hilt, while Ciel writhed in pleasured agony. The two sensations now warred one another, bloody and brutal, while he writhed in the mulch like an animal.
"Putting my seed directly where it needs to be is the best way to secure a pregnancy," Sebastian told him, though his voice was distant over the rushing in Ciel's ears. "I hope you don't mind me entering your womb. But how could I resist?"
Once again, Sebastian took his legs and pressed them above Ciel's head. All Ciel could do was whine, feeling the way his body strained around the cock punching inside of him. The pace set was like machinery forcing rivets into a sheet of metal. He felt on fire, and he felt desperately overwhelmed, but there was no reprieve any longer. Sebastian continued to fuck him, hard, forcing himself inside Ciel's womb, past his cervix.
Sebastian's fucking felt endless. The light drained out of the sky and starlight twinkled on the windows. Still, he continued, hard thrusts that never let up. Ciel felt himself losing sensation in his limbs after they had been trapped in those positions for so long, but his core was no spared. No amount of the pain, the heat, the pleasure. He could not escape any of it.
It was a miracle that he could feel the swelling of a knot at all.
It would be an even bigger miracle if a knot managed to fit in him. Ciel knew his body was at capacity. He knew the demon wouldn't be able to force it in. More tears came down his face, and Sebastian watched him with eyes on fire, leaving Ciel to beg in a soft voice.
"Don't knot. I cannot take it. You know I cannot."
The demon chuckled, head angling, black hair sweeping around his long chin. "Little lamb, how else will I secure an heir?"
It happened then, a ballooning pressure from within, bursting within Ciel. Agony filled his mouth, filled him up like he was set ablaze from the inside out, and yet his mouth could release no scream. The knot filled his cunt and plugged him tightly, pushing Ciel's over-exerted body over its own edge. He came again, more stripes of fluid across his abdomen, more pulsing contractions in his cunt. Then, like Biblical destruction, the flood of the demon's unholy seed filled him.
It went directly into his womb in a violent burst, immediately filling him. Ciel watched through teary, glazed eyes as his stomach rounded out, then doubled in size, straining and trembling with the amount of seed now bursting within. The feeling of it was magma burning underneath the earth's crust. The demon had defiled him, made him unclean. If there had been any hope for his soul before, Ciel now knew that he was doomed to the fires of hell.
Sebastian watched, his mouth open in a smile, fangs peeking through. His eyes were now the only light in the darkness, burning like two coal lanterns.
For a moment, they sat there, with Ciel's body shaking slightly, the knot holding tight within him. Slowly, carefully, Sebastian released one leg and then the other, allowing Ciel to sink into a more comfortable position against the knot. His cunt hugged it, and he folded his legs around the demon's thighs to keep them elevated.
Slowly, the demon brought a hand onto his stomach. It was sensitive, being stretched so full, but there was a sort of wonder in his brightening eyes. He stroked carefully up and down, feeling the seed swishing around inside Ciel where he disturbed it.
"Soon," the demon whispered, "Very soon." It was hard to imagine that his voice was longing, but that was what it seemed like. Ciel could hardly keep his eyes open anymore.
The last thing he thought he saw before unconsciousness came — and he would doubt that he actually saw it for the rest of his life — was Sebastian bending over and kissing his swollen stomach.
Steam rose from the bath, comforting him, and Ciel leaned forward as hands moved through the mop-like strands of his wet hair. Scented shampoo was rubbed through, carefully sudsy until it perfectly took away the grime of the day and left his hair silken-soft. He shut his eyes when fresh, heated water was doused over his head, and the shampoo was carried into the tub. The large, porcelain basin was filled up enough to nearly cover Ciel's shoulders, and the bathwater held a glaze of soap over its surface.
It scurried away from him, hazy and fraying outward like hooks. Ciel opened his eyes again, finding that there was no longer a reflection to see in the dirtied water. He glanced at Sebastian, who smiled at him.
"Let me retrieve a towel, Young Master."
While Sebastian did this, Ciel grasped the edges of the basin on either side of him and pulled himself upright. His feet found purchased, and he rose to stand, dripping water down his body. When Sebastian heart the plinking of water falling into the basin, he turned and gave Ciel a reproachful look.
"You should have waited for me. What if you slipped?"
"I am not helpless," Ciel chastised right back.
The demon's eyes trailed his body slowly, inching over his chest, his arms, then the swell of his belly which created a perfectly round bump. "Helpless, no," Sebastian agreed in a soft voice. "But there are other reasons to be cautious." He returned with a towel, fluffy and warm, wrapping Ciel in it and helped him gingerly from the bathtub. His butler knelt on the ground before him to dry Ciel's hair and body with gentle strokes of the towel, wearing a tender and abashed smile.
When he arrived at Ciel's stomach, he lightly brushed the towel over him in circular patterns, touching him with long fingers, tapping his black claws against the skin. Delicate. It made Ciel shudder pleasantly.
"You must act normally once we have a staff," Ciel told him, cuttingly.
"Ah. Of course," said Sebastian. He rose to his full height and closed the towel around Ciel's body. His hand rested briefly on the top of his head. "I can do whatever is necessary, Young Master. You shall want for nothing while you hold my progeny."
"And after?" he questioned, turning his back on the demon and walked toward his bedroom.
He heard a chuckle that sent a dancing thrill up his spine. "What after?" he questioned. "After, I will simply mate with you again. I'll have you pregnant once more within the year, and I promise, Young Master, you'll enjoy it as much as your first."
Ciel took the demon at his word; after all, they were soul-bound until the end. And that day was distant. As long as they walked the earth together, Ciel had his end of the bargain to uphold, and Sebastian was diligent in making his last as long as possible.