Crimson Butler

Red Crimson Rose

A dream that is what this foreign feeling is, the violet smoke wafting around the dark lit room seemed like a far away dream, is what Anastasia presumed as she sat up. Her wide honey eyes darting over the unfamiliar room cast in dark shadows, a window in the far end on the right wall seemed to be open slightly.

The white silk curtains swayed with the gentle gush of wind, the dry branches brushing against the glass window, like thin arms craving to enter the mysterious room. The bed she sat on was of the finest silk and was a dark crimson the same as the man’s eyes…

She pondered for a moment about those mesmerizing eyes that made her sink into a deep depth of blood, making her feel vulnerable. Where was that man who had promised to claim her? He seemed nowhere in this isolated room, his presence unidentified but his scent left behind. Anastasia raised the sheet she was enveloped in and was surprised and shocked to find herself nude, her chest bearing a strange complex sign on top of her heart.

   It was like a star inside a round circle and then another, she raised her trembling fingers on the sign and when she touched it gently, a violet glow illuminated from it. Suddenly her mind was overflowed with a million images of her and Sebastian, the stranger with the blood irises.

  “How dare you!” She had screamed as he took her in his arms, she struggled to pull away with determination. But he was too strong, it was almost as if he was inhuman because in a flash, her eyes fluttered and she was situated on a bed, his body on top of her.

“Where are we? Who in heavens are you?” Anastasia questioned feeling his eyes nestling on her bosom. He smirked and raised her chin up with his gloved hand, his eyes sparkling with mischief and…desire?

“I have given you enough answers already; you must bear with me tonight,” he answered to her disappointment. He had certainly not answered any of her questions, and she wasn’t expecting to tolerate this stranger touching her so intimately.

But the next second she closed her eyes and gasped as a cold sharp knife cut through her dress and camisole, parting to show her chest for him. He grinned and traced the edge of the knife from her neck to the bottom of her dress. The sound of ripping material rebounded off the walls, and he chuckled as she shuddered.

“What white smooth skin you bare madam,” he complimented in a husky dark tone that made her melt. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest as he traced his gloved finger over her stomach, moving upward until his hand was cupping her breast.

Anastasia could not find her voice, it seemed she was mute as he pinched her nipple and wrapped his other arm over her waist. The dress slipped off lying under her as Sebastian left small lingering kisses on her neck.

Her body feeling limp and numb, but every single action he did made her moan and squirm as the pleasure infiltrated her body. She didn’t seem the energy or motivation to struggle against him, when she enjoyed the erotic pleasures he was inflicting on her.

Soft classical music played in the background and Anastasia lost time as she kissed this handsome man, their bodies intertwining together, sharing love fluids and drowning in heavy climaxes.

Sebastian now was left naked his hands exploring her body to her contempt, he pulled her legs apart and grinned wildly at the glistening cunt that was displayed before him. Anastasia blushed tightening her grip on the white covers her breathing coming out raspy.

   His lips descended on her, his nose rubbing against her clit as he lashed his tongue over her wet cunt, she parted her lips letting out moans of pleasure as he ate her out. Sebastian’s fingers tracing the insides of her thighs and then slowly making their way into her body, sliding in easily from the fluids oozing out. 

“Ah-please…don’t stop!” She mumbled weakly from trembling lips. Sebastian continued his raid on ravishing her body, his tongue licking up all her sweet fluids. He groaned feeling his own body craving to make love to her, until she was screaming his name.

His tongue traveled into her wet cunt and he kissed her passionately, his cheeks burning and his shaft bulging from the excitement her voice created. She screamed as she reached her limit her body trembling as he pulled away.

Sebastian licked his lips dripping with her cum and smirked his hand cradling her cheek, “Oh this is just the beginning, my love.”

It was like an enchanting dream that she wished it could carry out forever; she had witnessed his long, hardened shaft that had soon entered her and had deposited his warm seed inside her. The positions he made her do, and the deliciousness taste of sin as he stained her soul.

Anastasia shook her head at the memories, regret settling in her mind when she realized she had given her virginity to a complete stranger. She had let her temptation win and carried on the deed that would break her reputation, what was she to do?

Her eyes glanced at the edge of the bed where a white rose with sharp thorns laid, blood dripping from its smooth petals. Her mouth opened agape when she noticed the violet glow illuminating from it, and she wondered if she will ever meet this stranger again…