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The Sorceress	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji, The Sorcerer, The Ruling Class, or the works of Tom Waits. I make no money from the writing of this fiction.

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Chapter 5: Lying at my feet, a trampled rose.

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At the St. Charles house, the usual afternoon tea had succumbed to a friendly game of Old Maid.
"There you are, Lady Louisa. I'm afraid I've got nothing to do." Josephine held out her fan of cards from her position on the floor. "What is the tea, by the way? It's quite rich."
"Thank you." The countess picked a card and looked down her nose at it coolly. "It's a special blend that Carter favors. He does have impeccable taste. Lapsang souchung is the key ingredient, I believe."
Louisa discarded two pairs, then held out her remaining card to Duchess Eva Reddington. "Looks as if I'm out. Here you are, Lady Eva…" as Eva took the card, the countess reached out a hand with a napkin. "You have a little something… just here…" she wiped a bit of cream from Eva's cheek while the idiotic girl giggled. "Thank you, milady!" Genevieve, sitting beside the duchess on the sofa, pressed her lips together and looked away.
Sebastian examined his cards curiously. They were quite lovely and intricate. They appeared in fact to be hand-drawn.
"Oh, Genny darling…" Lady Genevieve flinched slightly at Lady Eva's familiar address. "… I saw you dancing with quite a pretty little morsel at the ball last Saturday. Lord Winchester, wasn't he?" She winked broadly.
"Are you going to play anything, my lady Duchess?" Genevieve glared at the frivolous bundle of fluff sitting beside her.
Crestfallen, the girl held out her cards mutely, then reached for a pastry, quickly forgetting the brief altercation. "Oh, these things are to die for! What did you say they were called again, Lady Louisa?"
And so the conversation chattered on as the game continued. It was a simple game, and left much up to chance. Of course, Sebastian had ways of.. nudging chance if he so chose.
He took a card from Genevieve and looked at it with interest. It was unlike any of the others, a simple white card which held an address. The old maid? He took note of the address as he relinquished his turn to Charlotte.
She took the same card from his hand. Her face seemed to pale as she placed it in her hand. She did not have any pairs, and so passed the game on to Josephine. So it continued. It had begun friendly, but there was a definite tension to the air now, as each lady held fewer and fewer cards.
At the end, Charlotte was the one left with the single remaining card. She turned a stricken face to Sebastian, as if she somehow knew her picking it from his hand had not been entirely left up to chance. He put on his most convincing mask of wide-eyed innocence.

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The fog had the run of the dark London streets as Ciel and Sebastian picked their way carefully through back alleys, trying not to walk in the lamplight.
"The address was on the end of Lower Mount Street, so we should be behind it now, my lord."
The house was dark, appearing to be asleep. Crickets and a frog chirped in the back garden.
All at once, the chirping stopped. Barely visible in the darkness, a feminine silhouette insinuated itself against the corner of the building, visible for a moment, then melting into a darker part of the garden. If Sebastian had not had complete trust in his visual faculties, he might have thought he'd imagined her. Charlotte.
She seemed to still be in the same dark recess of the garden, not attempting to break in or get any closer to the house. He crept closer, curious. The Marquise opened a small bottle and poured something out onto the soil, then she drew a tiny dagger, hardly larger than her thumb, and drove it into the ground.
"What is she doing?" hissed Ciel, whose eyesight could not penetrate the darkness as the demon's could.
"I… I'm afraid she's already done it, my lord." Damn fool! He should have expected that one to use her esoteric knowledge.
"Idiot, why didn't you stop her?" Ciel snapped, reflecting Sebastian's own thoughts. Charlotte glanced behind her, alerted to the presence of someone else near the garden. Sebastian snatched his master to the side and covered his mouth with one hand, ducking into the alley.
"Demon…"
Charlotte's voice drifted after them as Sebastian hurried his master away.
"I can feel you… you are a demon, aren't you?"
The girl's voice did not sound accusing or afraid… it sounded simply desperate, like someone clinging to the last available straw to keep them from tumbling over the cliff…
Sebastian stopped, still wrapped protectively around his master, and looked over his shoulder. He skulked in the shadows, quiet as a cat. He would not answer her, but at least he could listen.
"You're the same one who's been at the meetings… I felt you there too… oh please, please help me!" The girl sounded as if she were on the verge of tears. "She captured me, made me hers… I cannot but do her bidding. Please, help me.. help us all…"
A scream issued from the second floor of the house. Undoubtedly the MP's wife had discovered his current final state. Sebastian heard Charlotte's steps quickly pelting the cobblestones, headed north. He grabbed hold of the master's arm and pulled him in the opposite direction.

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"My lady, why will you not allow me to put a seal upon you?"
"What do you need a seal for? You are mine, and I am yours. You have already volunteered your services. You have made it clear that you will serve me with or without my soul as payment."
"But my lady… it is a great shame for me to do such a thing as I have done. I beg you to restore my dignity. I will agree to any terms you offer."
"The answer is no. Please cease to pester me with your lowly desires."
"Yes, my lady."

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The following Sunday's tea seemed a bit more celebratory than normal. The room buzzed with excitement, and some unusually rare delicacies were served. Sebastian suspected the death which had been reported in Thursday's paper had something to do with it, but no one had outright said anything about it. It had been a heart attack, the paper had said. At least she was kind enough to make it look natural. His poor wife could have ended up hanged as well as widowed...
He glanced in Charlotte's direction, curious if she was going along with the festive atmosphere. She seemed reserved, but that was nothing new. For a moment, though, her darting eyes seemed to glance directly back at him, returning his stare. Does she know it's me?
No matter… he was certain the girl would not say a word, even if she knew everything.

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This time, Josephine escorted Charlotte up to the boudoir, with the rest of the ladies following eagerly behind.
"My Lady Charlotte, you have completed a very important task on behalf of your Sisters since our last meeting. We are ever so grateful to you, my dear." Josephine kissed the girl on the cheek, and the other ladies filed past and did the same. Sebastian stepped forth last and did so as well. The poor woman looked sick.
"Now the Lady Selina will, I'm sure, demonstrate our gratitude to you quite thoroughly."
Oh.
Sebastian felt a bit silly for not having seen that coming. He smiled winningly at the suddenly blushing young marquise.
Of course, a reward was hardly a reward if it did not please the person receiving it. He performed a deep curtsy before the Marquise. "What would you, my lady?"
She colored even more, and Sebastian realized his misstep. Embarrassing her in front of all these people… what is wrong with me?
He turned to the assembled company. "It seems to me, miladies, that this is no reward at all unless the girl enjoys it. It amounts to more of a humiliation for someone as modest as the marquise if you are all gawking at her. Please, will you leave us alone?"
The company was rather too quick to agree to this arrangement. Sebastian suspected a two-way mirror. No matter… even if Charlotte knew about the existence of the thing, the appearance of privacy would take a lot of the stress off of her. Meanwhile, I shall still have to put on a performance for the invisible audience…
He approached the quaking Charlotte. Her eyes were downcast. She turned her face up to look at him. "T-thank you for sending them away, milady," she managed. The poor girl was clearly on the verge of tears.
He clasped her to him, not attempting seduction - only a warm, sisterly embrace. "Please, milady… try to relax." He bent closer to the quivering girl. "Listen, milady Charlotte… you have done no wrong."
The marquise was clinging to him now, desperately trying to hold back tears. "Oh, Lady Selina…"
We can't go on like this… they'll be expecting some entertainment.
He changed tactics. "Please let me give you a massage, milady. It will soothe your nerves and release your tension." He tilted her chin up to look into her face. "It pains me to see you so."
Charlotte nodded her assent, and he sighed inwardly with relief. From here, there will be no trouble.
Numerous small bottles were arrayed on the countess' vanity table. They included one which Sebastian identified as rose scented oil. He picked it up and set it on the nightstand, then began to undress the marquise. She occasionally helped to unclasp something, but she seemed in general quite listless, and simply let him do it for her.
When he moved to peel off her gloves, though, she resisted. "P-please… leave those on, Selina."
"Milady?"
"I have… a scar." Her gaze dropped to the floor again. "I should not like to display my imperfections to our immaculate angel. The shame would be too much."
Ah, yes… I'm supposed to be their 'angel.' How could I forget such irony?
He smoothed the gloves back over her arms, holding her for a moment and nuzzling the nape of her neck. "As you wish, my lady." Charlotte sighed with relief.
As the last vestiges of the marquise's underthings were removed, Sebastian could not help but admire her supple little body in the way of a connoisseur. She really was quite lovely. Her skin had a tawny lustre, more akin to a peasant tanned from working the fields than the landed aristocracy from which she came. It set off her mouse-brown hair, which would have looked quite plain on a paler girl. She was one of those rare birds, it seemed, who looked considerably nicer naked than clothed.
Sebastian removed his right glove and warmed the oil in his hand for a moment, then began to slowly smooth it over Charlotte's slim back and shapely behind, then down her legs to her feet. There, he began working his way back up much more slowly, digging into the muscle, relieving tension as promised.
Up the ankle, the calf, the thigh, and the girl was turned face down on the bed, and right there in front of him… Sebastian could not resist the urge. Without warning, he smoothly pushed apart her legs just a tiny bit more, revealing her moist sex, and gave it one good, strong lick.
He was rewarded with a drawn-out gasp which was almost a moan. "… Oooooh! L-lady Selina, you need not…"
"You would have me shirk my duty to my sister?" His face still buried between her legs, he made sure his lips would tickle against her most sensitive area as he spoke. "Don't you like it?" As if I didn't know the answer to that question… He punctuated it by running his tongue along her slit a second time, this time poking further inside, tasting the tangy juices which were quickly gathering there. "…Aaah…"
He climbed up onto the bed beside the now very warm and flushed Charlotte, gently pulling her to him, turning her over onto her back. He drank in the expression on her face, so flushed, so full of need…
He took some more oil from the bottle. "I must properly minister to both sides, you see, my lady."
Sebastian propped himself up on his elbows, face between the marquise's deliciously plump breasts. Beginning at her neck, he worked his way down the sides of her torso with the oil, then inward to her supple belly, and up to those lovely globes. He lingered on them, fondled them. "They are so much nicer than mine, my lady. So much bigger…" His hands ghosted across her nipples, and she shuddered beautifully. "Oh, my lady! Do you like that?" He played with a nipple while he latched his mouth onto the other one and gently tongued it. She does make the most delightful noises, Sebastian decided.
He continued to caress the young lady with his mouth, moving down from the nipple, along the sensitive area at the side of her abdomen, progressing steadily toward his goal…
"Agh!" Charlotte gasped as the demon found her clitoris and pressed firmly against it with the edge of his tongue, moving slowly back and forth across the sensitive area. Her hips bucked up to meet him instinctually. Lovely… He ran his fingers deftly along her slit and then plunged two of them inside, feeling the soft and yielding flesh grow wetter with his touch, drawing the fingers in and out, glorying in the sweet little gasps his lover was making. He added a third finger, continuing to tongue her clitoris. Do not move, my lady… I have you. I will conquer your tenderest core, and you will succumb to the pleasure I give you.
Sebastian kept his fingers moving in and out, plunging them in at different angles until he heard her telltale moan… he had found her sweet spot. He continued to hit that spot, but did not let up on her clit. I will make you worship me, milady...
"Oh… Selina… Oh, my lady… you .. will make me… Oooh!"
The marquise shuddered her release. Sebastian felt her muscles ripple about his fingers, squeezing them deliciously. But he would not be satisfied with that alone. I will have you scream it, my lady… scream your sister's name…
He abandoned her clit, knowing even the slightest incidental friction would keep the sensitive flesh stimulated now - no need to overdo it. And his tongue could be put to better use…
The marquise let out a throaty and terribly unladylike moan as she felt Sebastian's supple tongue plunge into her alongside the fingers, stretching her deliciously, using her first orgasm as a simple stepping-stone. She rode the wave of pleasure higher. Sebastian inwardly smiled as his eyes scanned the thrashing, gasping nymph laid out before him, dancing to the rhythm of his thrusting tongue. Not so shy anymore, are we, my lady?
Three fingers embedded in his lover's cunt, tongue prodding at her throbbing walls, Sebastian locked his mouth around the girl and began to softly but insistently suck at the sweet flesh. "Oh… Selina… aaaaaagh…"
The demon's gloved left hand crept upward toward Charlotte's delightfully pert breasts. He caressed the sweet buds of her nipples with his silk-clad fingers as he pumped the digits of his other hand mercilessly into her. He left off sucking on her for just a moment and positioned his mouth so that it was around her clit as well, then continued sucking with redoubled effort, tasting the juices that began to drip from her, feeling the slow spasms beginning inside her, building like a stone rolling downhill, felt her losing control… There is no escaping it now, my dear… your dignity is forfeit. Your body is mine.
"Selina… Selina….haa-AAAAH!" Lady Charlotte had no reservations left. She thrust herself against him with abandon, screaming her climax as he continued to stimulate her without mercy. Yes… there you are, my lady… right where I want you.
As the marquise's screams died down and became whimpers again, Sebastian continued to tongue her clit, riding each sweet little aftershock with more satisfaction.

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Charlotte seemed intent on drifting off to sleep as Sebastian cleaned her and began to dress her in her shift. The poor girl is finally comfortable for once in her life. She should be allowed to relax if she wants to. He decided to simply leave her in her shift on the bed and take his leave.
"Selina…"
Sebastian turned, halfway to the door.
"…so talented, for a virgin…"
The marquise murmured the words muzzily, smiling with her eyes closed.
"…and to think you made me turn to so much jelly…but you… you only removed one glove."
Sebastian hesitated at the door. Should I reveal myself to her? She has already said she sensed a demon…
Safer not to, he decided. If the information fell into the wrong hands, unwittingly or through force, everything could be ruined. He just had to hope she would forget any inconsistencies on waking. I must move things forward, before I am discovered.

***to be continued...***

A/N: Heh... at one point, the text editor actually tried to stop me from using any more italics. That's how bad my addiction is XD
The Old Maid scene at the beginning initially had no dialogue. I rewrote it to show a little bit of personality and have the characters talk to each other - my OC's are mostly a bit 2D so far, but hey, it's my first crack at creating them :P
The sex scene in this was also really hard to write - not just because I didn't particularly want Sebby to do that, but because said scene features one vagina and zero penises. I do not find vaginas sexy. Lotta work. Still, I like how it came out.
The chapter title is a lyric from the song Trampled Rose, found on Tom Waits' album Real Gone (2004).
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