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Aster Vow	By : Elleyis Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, aka Kuroshitsuji or any of the character there in. Black Butler is the property of Yana. I am making no money from this.

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A robust young gentleman with a well groomed countenance and air of confidence sat in the solitude of a lonely guest room. Harold West read through several documents upon his desk reviewing the contents of each with a thorough eye. He let out a deep sigh for the clever man had been mistaken. When his wife asked for the company of the maid he had thought she meant to use the woman as a handmaiden. Simply have Hannah near her for common tasks such as bringing tea, assisting Meena with her wardrobe, and if possible glean any information the woman had on the Earl. He was utterly taken back when his lovely wife tricked him into getting a separate room so that she and maid could share their chamber instead. “That woman could persuade the sun to set east if she wished,” the business man mused to himself. None the less his wife content.
Walks through the well-tended gardens, personal meals taken on the balcony, the braiding and teasing of each woman’s voluptuous mane, wherever his wife went and whatever she did Meena was sure to have the Hannah follow. The sounds of laughter and whispers from the ladies over afternoon tea could be heard from behind the bedroom door as he passed it on his way to his room. Though the keen businessman found himself a tad bit peeved at the arrangement it did ease his concerns. Harold was sincerely glad to see his darling feeling more chipper as the days came and went.
Another week had already passed and Meena was well enough to travel. The astute gentlemen rubbed his aching temples looking over a final draft. All that was left was to give the Earl the finalized version of the contract and obtain the signet of Trancy, then Harold Trading’s revenues and clout would soon rival that of the Funtom Company.
A sly smirk of contempt crossed Mr. West’s face at very thought of the one he so rued. Harold had score to settle with the little upstart who wanted him dead. A personal vendetta he intended to pay back in full and as luck would have it he finally had the means or rather connections to it see through. No doubt the Earl of Trancy did aspire to acquire goods from his company but more importantly they shared a vested interest. The complete utter ruin of Ciel Phantomhive. The memory of his deal with the Alois Trancy begun to play in his mind as if it were happening where he now sat.

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The knowledge came as a surprise. The Earl of Trancy rode with his butler to a secluded place within the forest halting at a crystal blue lake. It was there that Alois Trancy expressed his complete distaste for Queen’s watch dog. “With the Phantomhives disposed of I will hold sole favor to the Queen. You too would benefit from my generosity provided you are willing help me,” Alois Trancy smiled thne his butler assisted him in dismounting.
“Ciel Phantomhive, I have a rather bad taste in my mouth for the name as well,” Harold lifted his rifle and aimed at a deer drinking from the water.”
“Oh, do tell,” Alois replied taking up his rifle.
Harold’s eyes were solely locked on the prey in front of him. “The Earl tried to have my wife and myself executed. An oriental thug claiming to be his cohort sought to send us or the rats as he so puts it, to the grave.”
“Then you are of the same mind as me,” Alois said as his barrel now rose pointing across the lake.
“Indeed,” Harold answered. The bullet soared from its chamber and the stag was struck in its hind leg. It fell to the ground and began to squirm in confusion from the pain. Harold smiled and began to reload. “Personal gain is always something to be acquired but you have an exceptionally ardent will in this case. Tell me my Lord, is there a personal reason you hold for wanting Ciel Phantomhive’s death?”
The strong buck managed to get back on its feet and flee inside the woods limping desperately as Harold spoke. Alois kept a watchful eye it but the buck disappeared. His ever present butler simply pointed into the green foliage. Alois angrily snapped when his guest questioned his motives, “That matter is of no concern to you! I only ask that you act as my eyes and ears in London. Be watchful of the Queen’s dog and when the time comes I will see that killing blow is struck.”
Seconds later a second shot rang out through the trees followed by the distant wail of a dying beast. Alois relinquished his rifle to his butler who slung the Sinder – Enfield across his back and then proceeded to help the lad mount. “Forgive my outburst Mr. West the very sound of his name fills me with rage. Please consider my offer.”
Harold West was amazed by Alois’ shot; the animal must have fled a 100 yards deep into the forest and yet it fell. He soon remembered the Earl was addressing him and turned to the young noble. “Do forgive Lord. I did not mean to offend. Rest assured you and I share a common enemy in the Earl of Phantomhive.”
“Then the matter is settled?” Alois inquired with a grin.
So it was done. Harold would become a spy for The Earl of Trancy and gather information on the insolent trite that had formally disgraced him. Rarely did Mr. West ever see business and pleasure mix so well, but the fortuitous turn of events offered to him was truly the essence sweet revenge. The opportunistic trader smiled and returned his attention to the letters upon his desk. He diligently filed papers and rewrote entire sections in the finest print.
When he was done the tired man collapsed back into his seat. His focus drifted elsewhere as the sunlight from the afternoon sky was blocked by cumulus clouds rolling in from the south. The curiosity of his wife’s once odd mood and now newfound friendship permeated his mind. Why did she feel out of sorts when they arrive to the mansion? Why did she lock herself up in the room after they came back from hunting? And why suddenly did she want the maid all to herself, besides the explanation she had already given?
Perhaps Meena was indeed lonely or still upset from the prior incident in London. ‘It must have been recent scare coupled the long journey, added to it the sudden change in scenery that plagues her all this time,’ he conjectured.
Still he wondered. What exactly did his wife and maid do during the evenings?! Everyday at 10:00 pm sharp he would go to her room and wish his lady a fond good night only to open the door and find her and Hannah in some sultry yet tasteful evening attire. In fact when Harold first happened upon the two dressed in satin night gowns a positively indecent imagining of the risqué kind struck him silent. He subdued his cognitions and kissed his wife good night before he set off to his room. There was no reason for him to cause any disturbance between himself and Alois Trancy since a deal was struck. At least not so blatantly.
However his dreams were not as chaste for in them he saw shimmering waves of licorice and silver hair sliding across warm bodies like the moon sailing upon midnight sky. Soft hands playfully explored the smooth terrain of toffee and chocolate coated skin, supple lips tenderly caressed one another behind silken veils of gold and purple, he even heard the sounds of his wife making the maid moan with pleasure from her talents.
Other times it would be the mysterious maid who had taken the dominate role. Exceptionally long necklaces of Akoya and salt water pearls no bigger than small berries were used in place of rope for a type of Japanese sexual bondage. The champagne and cream colored beads were exquisitely laced around Meena’s entire frame and the oh-so humble maid’s façade faded away to relieve devious succubus eagerly seducing his wife. Toying with the girl, the busty temptress preceded to lavish her with kisses. Moist velvet flesh slid across trembling body and precious stones alike inducing soft whines and sensuous moans from its captive. When she reached the most sensitive part of his wife the maid then placed a single pearl between her lips. Plump plum painted lips pressed and sweetly kissed Mrs. West’s smooth vulva, until the heated tongue rolled and circle the raspberry sized bead against the Meena’s clitoris. The girl practically cried with ecstasy. He was even invited to share the bed with both ladies instead of just being a passive spectator. Needless to say Harold’s nights were pleasurable.
He would even imagine his old chaps from his alma mater gawking at him whilst walking arm to arm with the two stunning women at his side. Some would eye him with marked jealously while others would cheer him with rowdy hurrahs. His fellow fags would jokingly say, “The old boy still has the Weston spirit in him,” as he casually strode along the street of Whitehall with his exotic wife and bewitching mistress.
However every morning Harold would waken some-what disappointed and in slight pain. His fantasies were vivid and felt so real but they were only dreams and he supposed the two women were merely indulging innocent girlish whims like sleep overs and dressing up. Anyway he hadn’t the time to ponder why his head hurt for work beckoned. The ambitious man would simply wash up and choose his attire for the day. When he was freshened and clean shaven he would hasten downstairs with his briefcase to meet his client. As the bedroom door shut behind him a small brown tarantula would crawl out from behind the head board of the bed.
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