(Be aware this post contains explicit sexual scenes, viewer discretion advised: Mature themes and heavy sexual content. Read at your own will, even though the end of this one-shot will leave you with a sense of relief and humor)
Sebastian has spent months, perhaps years watching your life from the shadows, growing increasingly resentful of your family who occupy your time and your home. To him, this isn't a crime, it is a claim for the rest of the world. He treats the invasion with the chilling, practiced poise of a high-end contractor, handling the violence as a mere logistical necessity before the true work, the worship of his mate, can begin. The evening began with a silence that was too heavy. One by one, the lights in your house flickered and died. There were no screams, only the muffled, rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the floor and the sharp, clinical rip of heavy-duty silver duct tape.
When you were finally cornered in the hallway, Sebastian didn't strike you. He simply materialized from the dark, catching you as you tried to run. His black, gloved hand covered your mouth, and he leaned in, his breath a warm, spice-scented ghost against your ear. "Finally" He whispered, his eyes glowing a vibrant, satisfied crimson. "Now, we can begin our formal introduction"
He carries you into the dining room, the scene is a masterpiece of domestic horror movie theme. Your parents and siblings are bound tightly to their chairs with professional precision, gags muffling their terrified cries. They are uninjured but utterly immobilized, forced to sit as witnesses in their own home. Sebastian ignores their frantic eyes, he lifts you and lays you back across the long oak dining table, clearing the centerpiece with a single, elegant sweep of his arm. "You were raised in such...common surroundings" He muses, his voice a smooth, cultured baritone as he begins. He handles your clothing with agonizing slowness, unbuttoning and unzipping with a surgeon's focus. "It is a tragedy I allowed you to go on for so long without my devoted care. Look at you...shivering, trembling in pure, exquisite fear. Is it the weather? Or the realization that you are finally, irrevocably mine and you can do nothing about it?" He peels the last layer away. You are bare, illuminated by the dim moonlight and the glow of his eyes. He stands between your knees, his presence blotted out the room.
He treats your pussy like a sacred vessel he has finally been permitted to drink from. He ignores your muffled whimpers and your pleas, interpreting them as the adorable, confused noises of a creature that doesn't know it’s been saved. He dives in slowly in order to savor your taste. His tongue is broad, flat, and hot. He licks you with a relentless, rhythmic hunger. "I know" He hums against your wetness as your family thrashes in their chairs. "It's overwhelming, a very...specialized pleasure...just for you" He brings you to a sharp, shocked climax within minutes, drinking down the release with a satisfied groan.
He doesn't stop. He uses the slickness of the first release to tease you further, he looks over his shoulder at your father, his smirk widening as he catches the man's horrified gaze. "Do not look so scandalized, sir" Sebastian calls out politely. "I am merely providing the care you were too negligent to give" He licks you into a second, more desperate orgasm, his tongue swirling with maddening speed.
You are crying now, not from pain, but from the sheer sensory overload and the shame of the audience. Sebastian licks the tears from your inner thigh. "Shhh..." He coos, nuzzling into you. "Let them see how beautifully you respond to your demon mate. Let them realize that their claim on you was a lie" He coaxes a third release out of you, slower this time, making you squirt, smiling fondly down at the small fountain of release and closing his eyes with his tongue slightly reaching out to catch some stray drops of your nectar, holding your hips steady until you are limp on the wood.
He becomes greedier, he uses his hands to knead your breasts while his mouth works below. He is feasting. He drinks you until he is flushed, his skin glowing with the energy he is absorbing. "Such a sweet little kitten" He gasps against your skin. "You are a fountain. An endless, beautiful fountain of pure ambrosia I never want to depart from" By the fifth climax, you have stopped fighting. Your mind is static. You are just a body weeping pleasure for a monster. Sebastian senses the total surrender. He drives you over the edge one last time with a suction so intense it steals the air from your lungs. He catches the deluge of your release with closed eyes once again, his throat working in a rhythmic, triumphant gulp.
Sebastian finally sits up, wiping his mouth with a silk handkerchief he took from the table. He looks sated, regal, and utterly unbothered by the carnage and the bound witnesses. He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your wet center, then your stomach, then your forehead. He slid his hands under your armpits, lifting your boneless, slick body from the table as if you weighed nothing. He carried you to the high-backed armchair at the head of the table, the seat traditionally reserved for the master of the house. He set you on your feet for a fleeting second with shadows holding you still, just long enough to walk over to your family’s expensive sound system.
With a graceful flick of his wrist, the room was suddenly flooded with the sweeping, dramatic strings of Vivaldi’s Winter. The high-energy, aggressive tempo of the classical piece transformed the dining room into a macabre theater. Sebastian returned to the chair and sat, leaning back with the casual arrogance of a king. He pulled you onto his lap, straddling him, but he didn't let you hide your face in his neck. He gripped your waist and spun you around so that you were facing outward, facing the row of your bound, gagged, and wide-eyed family members. "A change in perspective is necessary, don't you think?" He murmured, his voice cutting through the violins.
Before he joined your bodies, he reached into the pocket of his discarded vest. He produced a small, velvet-lined box. Inside were a pair of exquisite silver nipple clips, shaped like delicate kittens, connected by a fine, shimmering chain. "A gift for my precious little one" He purred. With clinical precision, he attached the cold metal to your already swollen, sensitive peaks. The sharp, biting pinch made you let out a muffled, high-pitched scream against the back of your throat. He didn't wait for the sting to fade. He gripped your hips and lowered you onto him in one deep, unyielding slide. "Oooh...my..." Sebastian’s composure finally buckled. As he began to move, he bounced you on his lap. He used his powerful thighs to drive you up and down in a rhythmic, punishingly deep cadence. Slap. Squelch. Slap.
The sound of your bodies meeting rhythmically on the leather chair was a wet, visceral percussion that competed with the frantic violins. Sebastian threw his head back against the chair, his eyes blown wide and glowing a terrifying fuchsia. He began to moan loudly, a series of jagged, ecstatic groans that filled the room, sounding like a predator finally sated. "Yes...look at those beautiful little gems..." He whispered into the back of your head, his hands coming up to cup your small, well-shaped breasts. He squeezed them firmly, making the silver clips tug and bite with every bounce, watching your chest heave and ripple in time with his lust. "You belong to me now"
Your family’s muffled screams and the frantic rattling of their chains created a horrific harmony with your own desperate, muffled cries of overstimulation. You were a storm of tears and pleasure, your back arching as the silver kittens pecked at your skin and the demon beneath you roared his joy into the humid air. "Good girl~" Sebastian groaned, his hips snapping upward with a force that made the whole table vibrate. "Sing for me, let those fools hear the sound of their replacement" He smiled a wide, fanged open mouthed smile at your father over your shoulder, continuing the relentless, wet, and joyful ride while the room dissolved into a nightmare of classical music and absolute, inescapable possession.
The room was a suffocating blend of high-culture and primal hunger. The violins reached a frantic crescendo, but the most dominant sound was the rhythmic, wet thwack-squelch of Sebastian’s pelvis striking yours. He had found a perfect, agonizingly deep cadence, he used his core strength to lift you and drop you, ensuring that with every downward slide, you were impaled to the very hilt. He was no longer the cold intruder, he was a man comfortably ensconced in his own home, performing a nightly ritual he intended to repeat for eternity from now on.
A series of loud, uninhibited moans tore from his throat, vibrating through his chest and into your own heaving lungs. He didn't try to be quiet, he wanted the sound of his ecstasy to soak into the very wallpaper. "Mmm...yes...right there..." He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment of blind bliss. Between his jagged, happy moans, he began to speak. His voice a soft, syrupy, and terrifyingly normal domestic murmur. He spoke to you as if you were merely discussing the day’s events over a quiet cup of tea, ignoring the muffled, frantic screams of your brother and the way your mother was shaking her chair in a desperate, taped-shut frenzy. "I was thinking, my love" He whispered, leaning forward to nip affectionately at your shoulder, his hips snap-thrusting upward with a force that made you scream into the air behind the tape in your mouth. "The wallpaper in this room is dreadfully dated. Once I've finished moving your things, I think we should go with a deep plum velvet. It would catch the firelight beautifully"
He reached up, his slender elegant thumbs catching the silver kitten clips on your nipples. He gave them a rhythmic, playful tug in sync with the bounce, watching you jerk and sob with a look of pure, paternal pride. "Oh, look at you" He cooed, his voice a low, vibrating purr. "You’re so sensitive. Is it the music? Or do you just like being Daddy’s favorite display piece? Shhh...it’s alright. You’re doing such a good job. You’re taking all of me so perfectly" He glanced over your shoulder at your father, who was turning purple with rage behind the silver tape. Sebastian offered the man a polite, dazzlingly handsome smile, his hips continuing the relentless, wet pounding. "She has such a natural gait. Truly a credit to her lineage. Though I suspect she’ll be much happier under my roof than yours"
He turned back to you, his expression melting into a look of such profound, obsessive adoration that it felt like a physical weight. He captured your face in his large, hot palm, squeezing your flushed cheeks until your lips puckered through the tape, forcing you to look at him while the world shattered around you. "You’re all mine" He hummed, his moans turning into a low, triumphant chuckle against your mouth. "No more chores, no more rules. Just this, every night...forever. Does that sound like a pleasant life, my little mate? Your Sebastian is going to take such...exquisite...care of you" He drove into you harder, his voice rising in a shout of pure, ecstatic joy that harmonized with the violins, utterly content in the middle of the carnage he had created, finally at home in the wreckage of your life.
The air in the dining room had become a heavy, humid fog of ozone and cloves, thick enough to stifle the frantic, muffled sobs of the people bound just a few feet away. Sebastian’s rhythm was no longer a waltz, it had become a war drum, a fast, relentless, and bone-shaking percussion of wet skin against leather and silk. His moans had reached a fever pitch, no longer the controlled sounds of a butler, but the raw, vibrating roars of a sated beast. "So strong...taking it so deep. You are destroying me, little one" He threw his head back, his throat corded and straining, his eyes glowing a blinding, radioactive fuchsia. He gripped your hips with enough force to leave permanent marks, anchoring you to his lap as he drove upward with a strength that made your vision white out. "Watch Daddy fall apart for you. Right...now...ahhh, yes! Take it, take your reward!"
Between his jagged gasps for air, his voice remained that terrifyingly sweet, domestic purr, whispering directly into the nape of your neck while you thrashed against him. "Right there...oh, we found it, didn't we? We have found the right rhythm" He cooed, his breath scalding against your skin. "Daddy’s clever, greedy little kitten. Squeezing me so tight...taking every single inch like the good little girl she is" He shifted his grip, one hand leaving your hip to slide over your pussy, rubbing your clitoris with a rapid, fluttering intensity while his hips continued to pound into you from below. "I'm so close..." He groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest and into your spine. "I'm so close to spilling over for you. Are you ready? Are you ready to take Daddy’s gift in front of your family? Show them how much you love it~"
He looked past your shoulder, his eyes locking onto your mother’s wide, tear-filled gaze. He smiled, a soft, almost pitying expression, even as his hips snapped forward in a blur of motion. He increased the speed of the bounce, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against you rear, a wet, carnal applause for your shared ruin. Your screams, muffled by the tape, sheer intensity of the pleasure and the terror, were a melody to him, the only song he wanted to hear, though he didn't mind the Vivaldi playing in the background. "Yes! Scream for me!" He urged joyfully, nipping at your shoulder blade. "Let them hear how well I handle you. Let them hear that you don't need them anymore, you only need me and no one else, yes?"
He was trembling now, his whole frame vibrating with the oncoming release. He held you in a vice-like embrace, burying his face in your neck, moaning in pure ecstasy "Good girl...my perfect, messy little mate..." merging with the frantic, swelling violins of the music as you both hurtled toward the edge, leaving your old life in ashes behind you.
The dramatic strings of the music reached a final, violent crescendo, but the sound was instantly eclipsed by the raw, primal sound that erupted from the demon's throat. "YES! There we go...AAAAHH!" Sebastian’s head snapped back, his eyes rolling into his skull as he hit the precipice. He screamed with a terrifying, uninhibited joy, the sound of a monster finally reaching its salvation. He drove himself as deep as physically possible, anchoring himself to your very soul as he unleashed his release into you in hot, heavy pulses that felt like liquid fire. His body went rigid, a violent tremor racking his massive frame, pinning your naked back against his chest with a strength that would have crushed a lesser creature.
The flood of his energy, transmitted through, however the physical contact, was too much for your overstimulated nervous system to bear. Your mind was a storm of pleasure and shame watching your family’s agony, but your body had long since been hijacked by the demon’s rhythm. "No... please...ahhh!" Your muffled voice broke into a high, wavering scream of pure pleasure, a sound of a body being forced into a peak it wasn't ready for. You climaxed with a violence that made your vision go black, your head thrashing side to side as you sobbed against his shoulder while you released brief fountains of squirt once again around his throbbing cock that is still inside you.
You had no control left. Your internal muscles, acting on pure, animal instinct, began to clamp down on his cock in a tight, frantic, and rhythmic sequence. You were milking him, your body desperately trying to drain every last drop of his essence into yourself. Pulse. Squeeze. Throb. The sensation was so intense it forced a second, smaller groan of pleasure from Sebastian, his hands sliding from your breasts to your hair, holding you close as you shook in the throes of a forced, overwhelming ecstasy. Sebastian looked over your shoulder at your parents, his face wet with sweat, a wide, dazed, and utterly triumphant grin on his lips. He looked like a god in the middle of a massacre. He didn't pull away, he held you through the tremors, absorbing your tears and your release, the room filled only with the fading notes of the music and the wet, rhythmic sounds of your body refusing to let him go, while your family watched in silent, taped-shut horror at the total, blissful ruin of their world.
The frantic, humid energy of the climax slowly ebbed, leaving the dining room steeped in a thick, vibrating silence. The only sounds remaining were the settling notes of the violins and your own shallow, broken gasps for air. Sebastian pulled back slowly, his eyes still glowing a heavy, satisfied brownish red. He guided your trembling, sweat-slicked body back down onto the oak table. He arranged your limbs with the clinical precision of a curator placing a statue, ensuring you were sprawled directly in the center of the wood, a pale, glistening offering for your family to witness. He leaned over your chest, his face hovering mere inches from yours. He looked at your breasts, where the silver kitten clips were still pinching your red, swollen skin.
He opened his mouth and latched onto a nipple one final time. He suckled with a deep, heavy pressure, drawing a sharp whimper from your throat, before pulling away with a loud, wet pop. "Mwah" He whispered, kissing the spot he just released. He stood up, adjusting his disheveled shirt with a flick of his wrists. He looked as though he had just finished a light jog rather than a demonic mating ritual. He glanced at his wrist, checking an invisible clock. "Now" He announced, his voice returning to that crisp, professional baritone that froze the blood in your veins. "I believe we have reached a natural intermission. You are overstimulated, and the vessel requires a moment to...settle. A one-hour break" He declared, patting your thigh once and twice affectionately. "I have a few...administrative tasks to attend to. It seems your old life was cluttered with unnecessary things. I must decide what is worthy of bringing to our new home"
He turned his back on you, walking toward the doorway. He paused as he passed your father’s chair. Sebastian leaned down, his face inches from your father’s terrified, sweating visage. "Watch her for me, won't you?" Sebastian requested politely, his eyes flashing red. "Ensure she doesn't try to roll off the table. It would be a tragedy to scratch the finish" Then, he was gone. The hour that followed was a nightmare of agonizing stillness. You lay pinned to the hard wood, naked and exposed, the silver kitten clips biting into your chest with every shallow, taped-shut breath you took. You could hear him, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the house above you. He was in your bedroom, you heard drawers being opened, the rustle of your favorite silk dresses being folded, the chime of your jewelry box. Occasionally, you heard a sound of something being smashed, the items he deemed unworthy being discarded with demonic prejudice.
Below, in the dining room, your family’s muffled, sobbing and the frantic rattling of their tape-bound limbs were the only soundtrack to your shame. They stared at your ruined, glistening form on the altar of the table, helpless to save you, while the monster who now owned you casually packed away your life, counting down the minutes until he could return to finish his feast. The hour of your isolation ended not with a sound, but with a sudden, suffocating surge of heat. The heavy doors to the dining room swung open, Sebastian stood there, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking revitalized and dangerously focused. He carried nothing but a single silk handkerchief and a small silver bowl of water. He set them on the sideboard with a sharp clink, his eyes instantly locking onto yours with a look of starving, triumphant avarice. "I have cataloged your treasures, my love. I have chosen what is worthy of our new castle. And now...I find I am ready for my own reward"
He didn't waste a second. He moved to the foot of the table, his bare feet silent on the rug. He gripped your ankles, pulling you toward the edge until your hips were tilted up, hanging slightly off the wood. He lowered his head, his tongue was a relentless, hot muscle, dragging from the base of your entrance all the way up to your clitoris in long, suction-heavy strokes like a cat cleaning a kitten. Every time he licked, your muffled sobs vibrated against the silver tape. Sebastian’s own moans began to fill the room, loud, jagged groans of pure, gluttonous ecstasy. "Mmm...yes...still so wet" He hummed against your wet flesh, the vibration rattling your pelvis. "A whole hour of waiting...and you saved every drop for me. Such an obedient little thing, so very thoughtful of you~"
He decided he wanted to feel the length of you. He expertly flipped your boneless, trembling body onto your stomach. He pressed your face into the hard wood of the table, your hands still taped behind your back, your hips elevated. He mounted you from behind, his full, heavy demonic weight pinning you to the oak. He entered you with a single, deep, unyielding slide that made your vision white out. "Ohh...right there..." Sebastian threw his head back once again, letting out a loud, melodic moan that harmonized with the frantic rattling of your father’s chair. He began a slow, grinding rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the heavy table groan. Slap. Slide. Slap.
The sound of his pelvis hitting your buttocks was a wet, rhythmic applause. He leaned down, biting the sensitive skin between your shoulder blades, whispering filthy, sweet nothings into the back of your head. "Look at you" He rasped, his voice thick with lust. "Pinned to the dining table, stuffed full like a turkey on a Christmas dinner table. You look like a prize-winning catch. And your family...they have the best seats in the house to witness our joyful union" He wanted to see your face, he rolled you both onto your sides, still connected, his body curling around yours like a protective, shadow-drenched shell. He lifted your top leg high over his shoulder, opening you completely.
He drove into you from the side, a slow, intimate friction, he reached around to cup your small, well-shaped breasts, his fingers finding the silver kitten clips. He tweaked them in time with his thrusts, making you jerk and sob behind the tape. "Yes, my little one" He cooed, his eyes glowing fuchsia as he watched your pupils dilate in the dim light. "Shatter for me, let them see the exact moment you forget their names. Let them see you become nothing but a vessel for my love~" He was trembling now, his own pleasure building to a roar. He nuzzled into your neck, his loud, happy moans filling the space between you as he systematically explored every angle of your submission, determined to wring every drop of your old life out of you before the night was over. Making you climax again and again and again with no mercy
The waves of your previous climaxes were still shuddering through your limbs when Sebastian leaned down, pressing a lingering, burning kiss to your sweat-dampened shoulder blade once again. His lips were hot, a stark contrast to the cool oak beneath you. "Seven" He murmured into your skin, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "You have given me seven beautiful offerings tonight. But the banquet is not quite finished. We have reached the final course it would be a shame to stop this moment, don't you agree?"
He withdrew from you with a slow, wet friction, leaving you gasping and hollow. He stood up and walked once more to the sound system. This time, he selected something slower, heavier, the haunting, weeping violins of Schubert’s death and the maiden. The mournful, grand melody filled the room, weaving through the muffled, frantic sobs of your family. Sebastian returned to the table, he didn't unbind your wrists, which were still locked behind your back. Instead, he grabbed a length of silk ribbon and your ankles. With the efficient grace of a butcher, he bent your legs backward, pulling your heels over your rear and binding your ankles together, pinning them tight against your lower back. You were trussed, a perfect, helpless 'turkey' elevated and exposed in the center of the table.
He walked around to the head of the table. He looked down at your face, his eyes glowing like radioactive embers in the dim light. He reached out to peel the silver adhesive from your lips. The sudden sting made you gasp, your jaw aching as it hung open. "After such a hard work, my good little mate deserves a reward. And I think you are going to enjoy your dessert very much. After all, it took me a lot of time and effort to prepare it for you. The least you can do is give it a try. It's not right for a queen of your status to be rude and refuse me, right?" He stood before you, his massive, wet erection throbbing in the air, mere inches from your face. He reached down, his fingers tangling deep into your hair to tilt your head back at an agonizingly perfect angle. "Come on, open wide for me, won't you" He whispered, his voice a low, hypnotic purr, he pushed forward without even waiting for you to obey his command first. "Mmmh...good girl...take it, it's all yours~"
Sebastian let out a long, shuddering moan of pure, unadulterated joy as your mouth, forced wide and trembling, was suddenly, violently occupied. He drove into you, the thick, hot length of him hitting the back of your throat with a soft, rhythmic thud. The room was suddenly a cacophony of sensual horror, the weeping, dramatic violins of the classical piece, the wet, frantic sounds of your gagging, the choked, liquid noises of your throat struggling to accommodate his demonic large-thick size, the rhythmic rattling of the chairs and the hysterical, muffled wails of the people surrounding the table.
Sebastian was in a state of religious ecstasy, he began a slow, grinding pumping of his hips, his head falling back as a series of loud, jagged moans broke from his throat. "I know, my love~" He cooed between thrusts, his voice garbled but tender, his free hand stroking your flushed, tear-streaked cheek. " It’s so much for my little one, isn't it? But look at you...taking it all so beautifully. Such a good, generous girl~" He deepened the thrusts, his pelvis slapping rhythmically against your chin, the wet shhh-luck of the act echoing against the stone walls. He watched your eyes roll back, watched the way your body convulsed in the bindings as he systematically claimed your breath. "Let's pick up the pace a little, shall we?" He groaned, his hips blurring with speed now. "I’m going to fill you up until you can't even remember how to breathe without me, yes~" He surrendered to the rhythm, moaning loudly and joyfully, perfectly at home in the beautiful, melodic ruin of your life.
The air in the living room had become a thick, intoxicating miasma of ozone, clove-spice, and the salt-sweet scent of your total unraveling. Sebastian was lost to it, a creature of pure, vibrating appetite. He had established a relentless, piston-like rhythm. Every time his hips snapped forward, he buried himself to the hilt in your throat, and every time, he answered your wet, choked gagging with a loud, jagged groan of ecstasy. His voicenwas a raw, melodic wreck of sound that filled the cavernous dining hall, drowning out the frantic, muffled sobs of your family. "AAH... yes...just like that. You’re doing so well" He cooed, his hot breath ghosting over your wet cheek. "Daddy is so proud of you~" He punctuated the praise with a particularly deep thrust that hit the back of your throat with a soft thud, making your eyes water and your body lurch in its silk bonds. He didn't pull back. He stayed there for a heartbeat, his head rolling to the side as he moaned directly into the hollow of your neck.
"Mmm...so hot, my goodness you're so tight. Who's my precious little mate? Yes you are, yes you are~" He rasped, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr that you felt in your very jawbone. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be stuffed until you can't breathe properly, a greedy human by nature. But then again, it’s much more peaceful this way, isn't it? No more arguing, just...your Sebastian" He pulled back slowly, a wet, suction-heavy slide, making you cough rapidly and then slammed home again, his pelvis striking your chin. He was smiling, a wide, blissful, and terrifyingly genuine-tender smile. He reached out with one hand to cup the chain between your breasts, your nipples rolling in sync with his thrusts, watching your chest heave and ripple smoothly.
"My perfect, beautiful ruin, keep drinking my cum. Daddy’s has plenty for you and he's going to fill you so full you’ll never go hungry for anything else ever again" He surrendered completely to the joy of 'feeding you', his moans and his loving whispers weaving a dark, velvet lullaby around your helpless, bound form, ensuring that the last thing you knew before the world dissolved was the absolute, crushing weight of his devotion. The silence that followed Sebastian’s last whisper was heavy and absolute, as if the air itself had been vacuum-sealed. He stopped speaking, his eloquence replaced by a terrifying, focused carnality. The only sounds remaining in the room were the weeping violins of the music, the wet, rhythmic shhh-luck of his hips, and the increasingly desperate, choked gagging sounds forced from your throat that he loved so much.
He was a being of pure, vibrating appetite now. He watched your face through heavy lids, his eyes glowing like dying stars looking down at you so very fondly, drinking in the sight of your water-filled eyes and the way your jaw was stretched to its limit. Then, it happened. Sebastian’s body went rigid. "AAAAAAAAHHHH!" A sound erupted from his throat that was neither human nor polite, a loud, soul-shaking roar of release that drowned out the music entirely. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the very root of your throat, and locked his knees. A hot, heavy, and seemingly endless torrent of his essence poured into you. He filled your mouth, your throat, and continued until you felt the weight of it settling deep in your stomach. He held you there, his hands crushing your skull against his hips, forcing you to swallow every drop of his demonic life-force while he was moaning melodically in pure ecstasy. The moment the tremors stopped, the monster evaporated. Sebastian pulled back with a slow, wet friction, leaving you gasping, coughing violently and slack-jawed on the table.
He looked down at you, his expression softening into one of devastating, doting pride. "Good girl~" He whispered, his voice returning to its velvety polish. "You finished every bite, I'm so very proud of you" He reached for another silk napkin on the sideboard. With the clinical precision of a butler cleaning a smudge from a crystal glass, he wiped the white fluids from your chin and cheeks. He kissed your forehead, a sweet, lingering press of his lips that felt sickeningly normal. He untied your wrists and ankles. You were too weak to move, your muscles turned to water. He scooped you up, bridal style, and carried you out of the living room. He took you to the lavish master bathroom, laying you on a heated marble bench, wrapping you in a fluffy white robe. "Stay here, my darling" He cooed, tucking the robe around you as if putting you to bed. "I have a few...final chores...to finish. Then we shall go home, yes?" He gave your one last kiss to your forehead and licked off any remaining tears from your cheeks up to the corners of your eyes before leaving the room and closing the door gently behind him. He returned to the dining room, you heard the music swell again. And then, you heard it. The sound of silver against bone. The wet, rhythmic tearing of flesh. The muffled, frantic gurgles of your family as they were dismantled piece by piece in a agonizingly slow manner. Sebastian was 'playing' with them, treating their lives like a tedious puzzle he was finally allowed to solve with violence.
After what felt like an eternity, the house went silent, the front door of the manor groaned open, and the cold night air rushed in. You felt yourself being lifted, wrapped in shadows, and carried outside, then far far away, into an ancient forest. Where you would never be able to escape from him.
You bolt upright with a sharp, jagged scream, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. Your skin is slick with sweat, your lungs burning as you gasp for air. The memory of the blood and the forced sex is so vivid you can still taste the ozone on your tongue.
"Hush...hush now, my heart. I have you" His voice is real, his warmth is real. You aren't tied up over a dining table. You are in your shared chambers with Sebastian in your vast nest. The grand fireplace is crackling softly, casting a protective, golden glow over the room. Sebastian is right there, he is already sitting up, his face filled with an expression of profound, aching concern. He isn't the pervert/murderer from your nightmare. He pulls you instantly into his arms, crushing you against his bare chest, his hands stroking your hair with a frantic, soothing rhythm.
"Shhh, it was just a nightmare my love" He murmurs into your hair, his voice a low, vibrating purr that grounds your racing pulse. "It's all gone now my little one, you are safe, I am here" He pulls back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs wiping the real tears from your cheeks. His crimson eyes are soft, swimming with a terrifyingly deep affection. "Look at me" He commands gently taking your hand and placing it over the silver mark on his chest. "Feel my heart? It beats only for you. No one will ever be able to harm you when I am around." He leans down, pressing a soft, dry kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. "Let's get you back to sleep" He whispers, pulling you back down into the furs, wrapping his limbs around you like a cage made of silk. "I will not let you watch such explicit horror movie before we go to bed like I did today" He states calmly and then begins to humm softly an agent lullaby in your ear, stroking your hair softly with his free hand. He holds you tenderly in his arms until your breathing settles, the sated demon perfectly content to be the anchor that keeps you from drifting back into the dark. One thing he learned today, is to not give in at every illogical whim of yours from now on especially if it's something that involves the effects of your night rest.
