Marked ( a Black Butler/Claude Faustus FanFiction )

「Yes Sir」

"I could hardly let you forget this, now could I?" He whispered, nipping slightly along her ear with the question. Claude didn't do anything more with her quite yet, gauging her reactions to be certain of her desires. Alice gasped out, trying her best to not ring the halls with her saccharin voice. Her soft, ivory hands moving to clutch his hair gently. Entwining the dark locks between her fingers, she titled her neck to reveal to him more skin. His touch is what she craved, usually not this forward...but for some reason, she couldn't help herself. Alice knew what she wanted, and the woman wasn't one to wait.

Although, waiting and teasing were two different things. She instantly wrapped her legs around Claude, the man able to hear her heartbeat quickens with every second. As if he could smell the arousal in the air. His beloved seemingly begging for more, her words shaken "I-I'd be astonished if you did.."He cherished this moment they were encased in for as long as he could, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his own, the sound of her soft breaths hitching slightly as he moved against her, the smell of her usual perfume now mixed with the familiar musk of desire. Claude wished to create a snapshot of this moment, one that he could always return to. Before allowing himself to get too lost in thought, the demon took her silent commands to heart and proceeded on.
Lips met with the newly exposed skin, teeth grazing ever so slightly before letting them finally come into contact. One hand rested against her thigh, pressing legs slightly apart and slipping his own torso between them. Another now intricately danced down her body, unsure of where to end before finally returning up and resting against the small of her back.
Claude didn't say much at first, letting her own mewls of soft pleasure fill the room instead. There would be plenty of time for conversation when he was through.

The hand upon her thigh caused a small gasp to escape, her lids fluttering shut as she began to relish in the moment. Her heart rate only intensifying with ever passing second. The woman's body was so sensitive, as if being touched for the very first time. Like a virgin, fingertips trembling as they stroked his jet hair.

Her mind running as if through fields of grass, every thought coming and passing as if she could not clutch on to any. Without any care as to who heard, a high pitched squeak escaped her lips as Alice felt Claude's pearly whites graze her sensitive skin. A soft moan following in pursuit. "C-Claude.." the woman whispered, tugging gently at his locks. He chuckled out, the familiar sound of his name leaving her lips was something he was very accustomed to hearing. But in this context it only fueled his fire more, hearing her call it out not in command but almost in desperation. There was a power in their relationship that he was very rarely able to grasp, and when he had it his firm grip would hardly let it go without a fight.

"You'd best be quiet, love," Claude murmured out now. His mouth now moved to whisper into her ear, knowing full well his actions were telling her the exact opposite of his words. Truthfully, the demon could hardly care less about anyone or anything else in this moment. Alice and Alice alone consumed his thoughts at present. Though with that being said, the man knew there some mild consequences should they be caught. Perhaps that added danger was a spark for them, knowing something was forbidden did always make the fruit that much sweeter. Alice shuddered as she felt the warm air of his breath hit her ear, hanging onto every word like they were his last. The young mistress very well may be his master, but whenever it came to their sexual desires, she couldn't help but fall to her knees for him the moment he would ask. Biting the inside of her lip, she shut her eyes tight. This was a side of Alice no one had ever been able to witness besides himself—.....the submissive side.

Gulping, her left hand clenching lightly to the collar of his shirt. "Yes sir..." she replied, as if music to his ears. Such an unexpected mannerism of the normally strong, bold, powerful young lady. "I-it's just so hard w-when..." her voice breaking every other word, panting beginning to bubble to the surface. Claude's eyes shot open at the words, a mixture of surprise and the utmost amount of lust coursing through him at this. She was hardly one to allow herself to come undone like this, let alone to the extent the woman currently was. To say he found it appealing would be akin to saying that a demon enjoyed human souls. It was tantalizing, having this power, this intense hold over her. Intoxicated with the power, Claude knew it wouldn't be long before they were both unraveled.

"As much as I fancy myself familiar with this kitchen," he began, fingers running delicately down her throat. "I think we'd be more suited in the bedroom." The woman couldn't help but gulp once more as she felt the soft fabric of his gloved fingertips dance down her throat, nodding rather hastily. The knot within her lower abdomen beginning to slightly tighten at the mention of the bedroom. "Carry me...please.." she spoke softer, burying her face into the creak of his neck, her hands grasping to the back of his tail coat.

She could hear her muscle beating out of her chest, and if her ears could hear it, there would be no doubt in her mind he could hear it—let alone feel it against his own. Quite bashful, so hung on every single, small touch. Feelings this deep hadn't swept over her yet, it was if it were more of a need rather than want. She was absolutely playing every chord perfectly in regard to the demon's heart, the man absolutely smitten with her to begin with but this entire encounter just further cementing that truth in their relationship. Claude knew she was feeling these things unlike any before, and she was hardly alone in those desires. The fire threatening to engulf them both now was spreading to his own body, spilling out in flashes of fuchsia eyes and darkened gazes.

Claude made quick work of getting them into the privacy of their bedroom, immediately closing the door by pressing her back against it. The man easily lifted her back up, supporting her body weight as his lips crashed against her own. It was hungry and passionate and far from anything cool and calculated like the man normally operated. Alice moaned rather loudly into his mouth, hungrily kissing him as she matched his speed. Her arms wrapping around his neck, legs securing their spot around his waste. Rose red coated her cheeks as her head became light, falling more and more into his seduction.

The times before when they would make love, it was merely making love. This time however, was purely out of lust. The woman needed every inch of him, desperate for anything he had to offer—it at least give. The warmth beginning to come from her nether region surprised her. It had never been so intense to the point of throbbing. She was loving this feeling all too much. Alice loved the control he took. How he held the reigns without asking, or hinting towards what could happen next.