He's not My Demon Butler

Spoiler alert: I would never be invited back to Switzerland.

"Well," I hesitate before sighing, "I don't think she has a good impression of me, and Aunt Vittoria just spent the entire evening glaring at me. And Dad wasn't exactly in a rush to unpack his bags."

"Miss Vittoria dislikes anyone who receives more attention than her at an event." Cassius admits with amusement. "She spends most of her time jealous of just about anyone. Madame included. Trust me, it's in no way your fault that you were the most interesting one there this evening."

"Fresh meat. That's what I felt like."

He hides a chuckle behind his fist. "An apt turn of phrase, though you're certainly more pleasant to look at than that."

I feel a little cheeky as I retort, "Are you calling me pretty, good sir?"

"Pretty, no..." He leans in, brushing my hair past my ear and tucking something into it. He's less than an inch from my face, and I can't help but stare at his lips. "I don't think "beautiful" does you justice either. Perhaps somptueux."

I don't need to know French, I assume, to take the compliment with a blush.

Cassius smirks knowingly before backing away to give me room. "Ah, I heard that you are in University? What do you like to study?" He changes the subject, allowing me a chance to breathe.

"I like English and literature well enough, but my real focus is biology. I just officially declared it my major this Spring." My hand drifts up, as I absent-mindedly reach for the strange weight the butler left in my hair. I can feel soft petals, but I can only guess what kind of flower it is by the multitude of roses surrounding us.

"Biology, that's a big field. Do you have to select a topic to specialize in?" How it is that this handsome guy can be interested in my education when I'm stuck on how romantic this evening has turned, I don't understand.

"I'll have to pick something soon as Fall quarter starts up. Junior year and all." I stop myself before I can really start rambling.

"It seems a shame for a mademoiselle like you to be stuck in a lab somewhere for your whole university experience."

"I get out plenty. I'm not a big partier or spring breaker or anything, but I have dated and stuff."

"Oh?" He waits, and I'm not certain I know what he's hoping for.

"I mean...." I huff, finally coming to a decision about this evening. Looking up at him from under my eyelashes, I decide to be a little brunt and take my chances. "You know, I really hope I haven't been misreading your signals. Let me know if you're just trying to be polite or something, but how interested are you in me?" This might be the first time I've taken the initiative like this.

"Very..." Cassius's response is breathy, and this time when he leans in, I feel the warmth of his lips on my own. When I feel his hand on my lower back, I moan and press into the kiss. Before I know it, he's cupping my ass and gently probing the inside of my mouth. I have to push him back just a little to get some air.

My fingers are wrapped in his jacket to keep him from misunderstanding my reaction. "I don't normally offer it on a first date, but seeing as I'll probably never see you again after I leave Switzerland, would you like to..." I fumble, half afraid of saying something offensive or using slang that the butler might not be familiar with. "Would you like to have sex? With me?" The last words fall out of my mouth. "I mean, if you've been checked since your last partner, because I've been checked and if you need to see the test results it's on my..."

His index finger halts my rambling. "I've been checked too. And I will trust you on the results." His smirk makes my heart thud. "Though I must say that I'm a little surprised that you aren't a virgin. Many people still put a lot of value in that sort of thing."

I stare down at the moss between the bricks at our feet. "Well, I... I wasn't exactly planning to, but my first boyfriend kind of pressured me my senior year of high school. And my mom said it was alright if I decided to have sex so long as it was on equal terms and I saw a doctor regularly. Apparently she'd been in a similar situation, but there was a lot of stigma and she had some unfortunate... issues... so she wanted me to have the freedom and resources she didn't. Like birth control. She helped me regain confidence in myself and I dumped him the next day."

If he reacted while I bared that bit of history to him, I didn't see it. But when I look up, he's giving me that soft smile and pulling me in for another, shorter kiss.

"As much as I'd prefer not getting dumped by you tomorrow, I would rather not let you go tonight." Cassius teases, cupping my face to run his thumb across my mouth. "I am actually relieved that you have experienced carnal knowledge."

His archaic choice of words distracts me until I realize we're surrounded by walls of dark green shrubs. Part of me recognizes it as the hedge maze I saw on my walk earlier.

"I would offer to take you back to my room, or yours, but I fear it might be awkward with the events still going on." The butler coaxes with a playful smile to ease my tensions. "We will not be disturbed in here and there is a rather lovely spot up ahead."

Cassius leads me onward. I enjoy the feeling of his hand holding mine until the path opens up to a grand fountain illuminated with an underwater glow. The sound of the water will do a wonderful job of drowning out noise. There's also a set of four curved benches surrounding the fountain, and he guides me towards one before sitting down on one himself.

I step towards him, and he's tall enough that I don't have to lean far to get another kiss from his soft lips. My body realizes I've just stepped into his reach and arches towards his touch. A moment later, Cassius has both hands on my hips, pulling me closer so his mouth can explore my neck and collar. If I hadn't been wearing a dress, I probably would be grinding myself on his thigh by now.

"Let's fix that, mon chaton."

I can't remember if I just complained about that out loud or if he read my mind. And I don't care because his hands, firm and gentle all at once, slide up the sides of my dress to reach for the zipper under my arm and the clasp for the halter at my neck. Before I realize it, the fabric is sliding down to the stones at our feet and I'm standing in front of him mostly naked. No bra. No shapewear. Just a very thin, very wet pair of seamless nude undies.

His eyes reflect the moonlight and my milky pale skin. Both hands return to my waist to pull me even closer, but instead of riding his thigh, I'm straddling his lap. And he's already hard. With a shudder, I wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders, while his hands slide down between my ass cheeks and panties, squeezing and teasing as I part my lips for his probing tongue. When he presses his girth against the wet area of my panties, his hands effectively forcing me to roll my hips to meet his, I moan and shudder.

Cassius doesn't release me from the passionate kiss until I'm panting and my juices soil his trousers.

"S-sorry, I think... I just..." My words don't want to come, but he kisses them away until all I can see is the pleased smirk on his face.

"If you apologize every time you climax for me, you'll lose your voice."

I giggle in response to a comment that would normally have my eyes rolling instead. The world has become a haze of moonlight and pleasure, and at this point I'm relying on him to guide me through it. At this point I'd get on my knees if it meant helping him feel half as good as I do now.

But Cassius still has other plans, and he pecks my cheek before turning me around to grind my butt on the solid length still waiting in his pants. He leans me back, almost far enough to run my fingers through the water as I stretch in his hold. I can feel his long, experienced fingers sliding into my underwear and stroking past my clit. His other hand begins to knead my left breast while he nuzzles the other.

I hold myself taught, breasts slowly bouncing with each breath until he captures my nipples between his teeth and fingers. It's rough, a little painful even, but when he spreads my labia apart, fingertip just barely pressing on my hole while his thumb rocks over my clit, I white out from the sensation, a whine trapped in my throat.

"So beautiful... so incredibly beautiful... and tonight you're all mine..."

I regain my senses to find I'm still in his lap. But he's managed to lose the jacket and undo his shirt and slacks in that short amount of time. I don't remember the candles surrounding us and the fountain. But maybe I'm just too distracted to notice the details that aren't Cassius's touch and warmth and kiss right now.

I don't even mind when the fabric of my panties cuts into my hips as he roughly pulls until they break at the seams. He manages to reposition underneath me, before the torn fabric even lands on the ground. As if he's displaying my nudity to the moon above, he holds me, spreading my slightly trimmed pussy with his lithe fingers. I watch, holding my breath as the tip of his thick cock approaches my dripping hole.

When it begins to press inside, I mewl and try to lower myself into his slow thrust.

"Breathe, mon chaton, breathe..." Cassius refuses to release me despite my attempt. But his words do reach through my fuzzy mind and I draw a breath as I watch most of his length slowly disappear inside my pussy. He bottoms out all too quickly, with at least two inches between my glistening folds and his crotch.

"Fuck..." I purr, watching my opening try to draw even more of him inside despite how stretched and tight it feels already. He's either quiet or I just can't hear his response over the sound of the gushing water and the strange whooshing sound in my ears.

Cassius begins to move underneath me, fingers gripping my hips as he pulls his dick out and I can see all of my juices rolling down the ridiculously large shaft. His next thrust is a little faster, and he pulls me down into it at the end until I cry out from the pressure he's applying to my insides. There's an excited queasiness building in my tummy, fueled by the desire to have all of him inside me.

One of his hands comes up to turn my face towards him, and for a moment all I see is the darkness of his pupils as he thrusts slow and hard. He licks his lips, and keeps up the pace until finally I can feel his pubic hairs and he lets me roll my hips.

I cum around his cock, entire body tightening in waves. My folds are crushed against his hips, but I don't care. There's sweat dripping down the side of his brow now, but I don't care because his lips are upon me, breathing for me.

The moment I stop squirming, he pulls out and helps me to lay sideways on the bench, legs spread with one trailing on the ground and the other hooked over his shoulder. Oh, now he's really gonna fuck me.

I grip the stone beneath me, and for a brief moment I can hear the striking of a bell. Weird thing to contemplate when getting fucked, but at least this Cinderella doesn't need to be home anytime soon and one of the candles has been blown out.

His hand tightens around my thigh and his next thrust is so forceful my entire body rocks towards the end of the bench. My butler doesn't stop. Now his entire length is filling my aching pussy over and over again, making my breasts bounce and my tummy tighten up almost to the point of nausea.

More. I want him to use me. To pleasure himself with my body.

More. Each thrust sends a wave of ecstasy through me as I keep climaxing.

"More!" He chuckles darkly at my cries, one hand leaving an impression on my leg where he braces for each deep thrust.

My voice echoes through the maze as he slams back inside me and holds us connected, lifting my hips off the bench completely as I clutch the other end. Everything throbs, and I can feel the stretching ache in my pussy as his cock begins to pump inside me as his hips rock. I gulp in a rough breath, ignoring the spray of the fountain on my teary-eyed face in favor of the warmth spreading from my womb.

Cassius's movements finally still, though there is one last throb, like feeling his heart beating throughout my vagina. It's not until he slowly pulls out and I feel the trickle of his semen begin to pour out onto my abused folds, followed by the warmth of his tongue, that I finish climaxing. I'm not even able to grab onto his head, or praise him, or tell him "that's enough, I'm good". He just holds my hips to his head, hands kneading my bruised thighs as he cleans up the mess spilling from my hole. Or maybe he's trying to push it back in judging from the way his tongue darts back inside me.

Either way, I'm left trembling on the cold stone, oversensitive and just this side of blacking out. I'm vaguely aware of his warm arms surrounding me with his suit jacket.

Somehow he manages to sneak me back into my room despite the lock because the next morning I awaken in the guest bed, a bit sore but otherwise relaxed. Cassius has thoughtfully left out a glass of water with a mini packet of painkillers next to it. After taking those and getting dressed, I realize he must have rinsed me off too. My hair is a little damp and smells of floral shampoo.

As I'm messing with my damp locks to make myself presentable, my dad raps on the door urgently. Both my parents enter to inform me that Grandmother passed away last night in her sleep of an aneurysm, or so the coroner says. And we're leaving.

....

I'll have to admit, when the chaton admitted she wasn't chaste, I almost dropped my entire facade. Thankfully she wasn't looking closely, and the mild erotic glamour had the intended effect on dulling her senses.

Finally, the crone's last bargaining chip was off the table.

I could tell, just slightly, that something was off about this beauty. Asami felt innocent, she looked innocent, she acted innocent, and she was exactly what I'd call pure. But humans and the old contracts still had such a focus on one itty bitty scrap of flesh that might bleed. Ridiculous really, but this loophole was just what I've been waiting for.

From the first kiss, I wanted more of her. It had been ages since I felt such desire for mortal flesh. Not even the crone's latest daughter had kindled anything more than basic arousal. And I had gotten caught purposely trying to interfere with the contract by courting her prematurely, giving the crone a chance to create a new sacrifice. Why the Ancient Ones allowed blood sacrifices to cement pacts, I'll never understand.

My eyes dart to the flower I've placed in her hair. This time I have a better plan in place, and with a little protective spell in place, the bud will help me if the crone figures it out.

Oddly, the lamb is still coherent with my glamours activated, though her awareness of the surroundings is beginning to slip. I kiss her again, enjoying the soft sweetness and a touch of iron as her tongue gets a little too close to my sharp teeth. It's the perfect chance to push extra power into my spells while leading her deeper into the labyrinth.

A few encouraging words, a warm touch, and she follows me without question. As soon as I sit on the altar in front of the fountain, she proves just as eager as I am. Just for a moment I allow myself to fall into the fantasy I've created for the chaton's sake, exploring her delicious flesh while removing her eye-catching gown.

Now we're just a young pair of lovers, Asami grinding on top of my clothed erection while I match her fervor with my kiss.

I wish I could be inside her now, thrusting up into that soaking cunt that those thin panties aren't able to hide. Her scent alone could entice anyone, mortal, demon, or angel. Reminds me of the days of old, when magical beasts roamed the world doing everything they pleased to mortal women.

It's a shame we will be having company soon.

I twist her around in my lap, partly because this evening will not go well if I blow my fucking load this early. She relaxes so quickly in my grasp, and I whisper sweet things in her ear before my hands explore her body more thoroughly. I taste her bosom, fingers twisting and pulling on a rosy bud, drawing out cries as my other hand works its way up and down her slit. Fuck. I want to just fill that little pussy with anything I can. Fingers. One, two? I bet she'd scream when I got the whole hand inside. But I can't. The crone needs to see a virgin get impaled on my magic wand tonight.

I settle for biting and pinching and rubbing all three of her buds at once, the tip of my middle finger just barely hovering over the entrance that's begging me for more.

"So beautiful... so incredibly beautiful... and tonight you're all mine..." If this works out, I'll make her mine for longer, but for now that's all the promise I can make as she releases all the tension she's been holding in her body along with the rest of her resistance to my magic.

"Well, I told you my granddaughter would suit the ritual well. You seem to be enjoying the little half-breed." The old crone enters the heart of the maze and gloats as she sees we have already started the ritual.

"What a lovely way to describe your beloved grandchild, you old bitch." I mock as the other members of her coven take their positions, some standing guard around the fountain, others just assembling to witness the renewal of their Madame's contract with me. "I'm surprised you kept your mouth shut around her mother and father. I trust you've taken care of them for the evening?"

"Our ritual won't be interrupted, though once you start, I doubt they could interfere anyways. I trust our bond will be strengthened with this offering? If her sacrifice gives me back even an ounce of my youth, I'll even adopt her back into the family." She sniffs, craning her neck just to look down on me.

"So you can offer up her own children for the next renewal." I snort, still idly playing with my prey's body. I'm still angry about the old crone impregnating herself just to offer up the unborn fetus to the Rulekeeper. The only consolation is that this chaton won't ever fall under the bitch's control, mostly because one of them won't survive the night. Never offer something that isn't yours to give to a demon. That's just evil. And we will turn on you eventually.

Vittoria speaks up from behind the crone, "I'm sure you'd love nothing more than to deflower the little vixen in front of her parents. Since you would copulate with just about anything."

"Including you, if I recall. Now, she's starting to wake up. Do your part."

The coven begins to chant, repeating the ancient rites.

The crone stands before Asami and I, "Do you accept this offering of my own flesh and blood to renew our contract for another 20 summers?"

"I accept the offering of this girl."

Boring legalities over with, the energies between the old crone and I begin their dance, and I focus all my thoughts on my offering. On the sweet musk of her arousal, the slickness of her juices on my hand, the inviting warmth of her as she begins to half-stir in my arms.

Her eyes may not be focused entirely, but she comes to her senses quickly. Thank the Fires Eternal that she doesn't react to the crowd of witnesses. A quick check into her mind, as I quickly snap the unnecessary parts of my attire away, reveals that she only sees the mortals' energy as flames before her. It's almost poetic. I draw her into another kiss and rip the last of her sodden clothing from her body to showcase her nude perfection to the idiots before us.

"Finally..." I groan out as I shift into my truest form, ochre flesh, pointy ears, sharp claws and teeth, little bull horns, thin tufted tail, and all. Even if Asami can't see it, she's about to feel the full length and girth of a sex-obsessed demon's phallus. As much as I'd like to just fucking slam inside her and rut until she's overflowing from all orifices with my spunk... it's a very shortsighted proposition. But damn if this chaton doesn't make me want to lose all control.