At Your Service

Chapter 26- Taste

Warning: smut

They heard a quiet, bestial growl from the butler's throat and chest as the demon tossed the duvet and sheet off of their bodies. His lips trailed downward, past their ribs and onto their diaphragm, over and around their belly button, and towards their waistline. His hands, now perfectly warm like usual, ran down their chest and landed on their lower rib cage, just beneath their chest. Ansel was trembling ever so slightly.

"Are you nervous?" the butler repeated his question from before as his lips brushed over the top of the sigil that marked their skin, receiving a gentle tug on his hair that caused him to release another moan, quieter than the first.

"No," Ansel also repeated. This was more intimacy than they'd ever received, yet they felt perfectly at peace with it. They were trembling with adrenaline and pleasure.

Carlisle nodded, his nose brushing over the sigil. "Do you want this?" His voice was quieter, tender, and sincere.

Ansel titled their head up looked down the bed towards the demon with heavy eyes. "I don't care about anything other than you."

The butler gave them a soft, pure grin before gently brushing the waistband of their underwear down and away from the sigil so he could kiss it in full before taking the undergarment off in one swift motion and tossing it onto the floor of the bedroom somewhere.

Ansel silently thanked their body for letting their period finish the day before.

Carlisle suddenly wrapped his arms under their legs so each end rested over one of his shoulders and tugged their body down the bed a little, making Ansel gasp with shock, so they were closer before giving the witch a dark look and painting their inner thigh with hot, deep kisses. His right hand remained on the witch's left leg while his left hand pinned them down at the opposite hip. The hand on the witch's leg slid down to the junction of the thigh and pelvis as his lips continued down. Ansel was shaking, their teeth almost chattering with the quantity and intensity of the shivers coursing through their limbs. They felt cold, but they could not have been any warmer without feeling as though they were burning. "My legs," Ansel murmured.

Carlisle immediately stopped and looked up. "What about them?" He paused. "Am I hurting you?" His fingers traced up and down their thigh absentmindedly.

Ansel shook their head as they stared up at the ceiling, trying to gather their fragmented thoughts into one coherent message. "I... my legs... I thought that maybe you'd-"

The demon's expression dropped into the floor, dark and solemn, bordering annoyance and anger. "Did you have the audacity to think that the amputations to your legs would stop me from wanting to get between them?"

Ansel couldn't help but laugh nervously when his stomach felt like a boiling pot of water, making the demon smile before resuming his previous administrations.

"You should know that you are perfectly safe," Carlisle whispered as he kissed their protruding hip bone, letting his lips follow the natural shape it made beneath their skin. "Unless you order me to, I will not stop until you feel divine," he purred. "Do you understand?" He looked up to see the witch nod, their eyes closed and eyebrows knit together. The demon suddenly chuckled darkly as if he were about to carry out some diabolical mission, startling Ansel a little. "I cannot wait to taste this," he sighed happily. Before the witch could ask what he meant, his meaning became explicitly clear. A gasp and moan mixed into one sound ripped from Ansel's throat as the demon's tongue slipped into them, his lips clamping down, and he began sucking while letting his tongue explore what could be explored.

"Holy shit," the witch gasped. Their insides felt like molten lava heated to a simmer beneath their skin. The demon moaned in agreement, the hand on the witch's hip grasping a little firmer and the arm around their leg coiling tighter. His eyes were peacefully closed and his breathing was even and relaxed while the witch could barely breathe at all. The pleasure felt like a weight resting on their body. Their hands were clenched in fists and clutching the top part of the demon's hair. The butler's hand on their hip left so it could gently remove their hands and hold them, cold and shaking hands in his warm and comforting one. The demon thought he'd have some more fun, mostly to see the reaction of the witch, and elongated his tongue to an inhuman length inside of them and continued swirling it around and lapping as before. "Oh, holy shit," Ansel moaned and squirmed a little, his hands gripping Carlisle's hand tighter before it slipped away to rest on their stomach, his other hand continuing to pin their hips down.

"Be as still as possible, master," the true voice of the demon reverberated in their mind before chuckling, deep, dark, and enveloping, an eerie sound. Ansel became still but now quivered violently. There was nothing more divine to the demon than feeling the body of his master tremble to his touch. Carlisle's tongue retracted to its human length as he focused his attention on their clitoris, now being able to suck harder and play with it using his tongue. He felt the body beneath him convulse a little, so he knew he was doing something right. His eyes flicked open as the witch's hands, shaking tremendously, returned to his hair, now running softly through the locks. He closed his eyes again as he very gently and carefully nibbled on their clitoris, and he instantly knew that he'd succeeded in his task.

Carlisle could feel it inside of them, the pleasure growing and expanding past the point of return. He couldn't remember the last time he looked forward to something like he did now, anticipating the moment Ansel Vandiver lost themselves in the pleasure he was creating.

Time froze. Ansel couldn't breathe as the molten lava broke through the surface and poured over their organs. Carlisle pinned their hips down with both hands, holding them still, so he could continue as normal as the rest of their body twitched and spasmed. One moan carried from their throat before he held them back, trying to be as quiet as possible. They covered their mouth in a poor attempt to stifle the noise; the demon, not having any of that nonsense, immediately grabbed their arm and pulled their hand away before gently holding onto it, feeling the witch's fingers slip through his and grasp his hand tightly, holding on with his life.

Slowly, Ansel was able to relax their body as the torrent of pleasure subsided, but every piece of them was sensitive, even as Carlisle became less intense. He took great pleasure in gently licking his master's clitoris and feeling the witch beneath him twitch. After another thirty seconds or so, he stopped and crawled up so he was level with Ansel before wrapping his arms around them and burying his face in the crook of their neck. Catching their breath and still shaking, Ansel wrapped their arms around the butler's shoulders.

"That was wonderful," Ansel whispered, stroking the demon's hair.

Carlisle hummed with pleasure. "That was divine," he corrected. "You are divine." He pressed a chaste kiss into the crook of the witch's neck.

"You are wonderful." Ansel bit his lip with thought for a moment. "I love you."

Carlisle lifted his head so it was right above the witch's, looking down at them with a confused scowl. "You love me?" he inquired, sounding genuinely taken aback. Ansel nodded reassuringly with a soft grin and gleaming eyes. The demon's scowl deepened. "Hmm... I don't think anyone has ever said that to me before."

Ansel grinned wider. "Well, I'm glad I'm your first."

Carlisle chuckled, smiling. "I should be the one to say that." He kissed the tip of Ansel's nose. "I do not know how long I will be gone for when I leave, but I will miss you every second of it."

Ansel smiled and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, resting both hands on the back of Carlisle's head and running his fingers through the short hair. "I will miss you more."

The demon's expression immediately fell, darkening. "Not possible," he grumbled before smiling again as he laid down next to them as he'd been before he'd begun his lesson on divinity.

He listened to the witch's heartbeat for a long time, pounding and strong at first, then slowly softening and slowing as the witch fell asleep. Carlisle's fear gone, he, too, got some rest before leaving for Paris.