Black Butler Requests

Buried

Undertaker Lemon #1

@SayuriH suggested that Undertaker meet a mysterious girl in a cemetery late at night and while that didn't necessarily mean that they had to do it in a cemetery...I say everyone needs something a little unusual in their life.

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     On nights when the moon projected an eerie burnt orange glow upon the sky and stars, Undertaker would wander down to the cemetery 10 minutes away from his parlor, mind running on autopilot until he arrived. His motives varied and while sometimes he'd visit souls he once knew, other times he went just to clear his head of whatever burrowed its way in. Centuries of memories, both good and bad could be brought to and left there, for some things he was better off forgetting. 

     Walking through the familiar creaky black gate he felt the presence of someone in the vicinity, a rarity no doubt. Wondering who was out there he continued on, slowly and steadily, being careful to take his time inspecting new tombstones. From afar he heard lambent tapping on the ground and as he approached it grew louder. Upon seeing long dark hair and a very feminine frame in the near distance he called out to the figure as he approached, his gait nonfluctuating. 

     "I've never seen anyone here this late...do you come here often?" There was no response, only a brief pause of the tapping before it resumed its pace. "Hello?" Nothing. He made a turn and upon seeing her more closely, called out to her again, "Hi?" 

      He was standing in front of her now and at this she looked up, then stood, stock still. Undertaker took in her appearance for a few seconds. She was slightly above average height, wore a pale colored dress slip and socks, dark colored cloth underneath her,a small book on top. Her long black bangs fell just past her eyes which still managed to see into those of her male counterpart. 

    Unknowingly, she found herself watching him too... captivated, and he, spellbound. Never had she seen such uniquely colored eyes nor such a uniquely crafted man, yet, she was unable to open her mouth to speak to such a being, so, she stared. The longer she looked, the longer she was able to take in his appearance. Tall, loosely clad in black pants and shirt with his hair roughly pulled back behind him. 

    Noticeably, Undertaker watched her with an intensity which rivaled that of any beast, she was unlike any girl he'd seen and his mind went blank. He felt his mouth go moist and his heartbeat quicken. He was interested in her and she in him. Just as she found her voice, Undertaker's cold hand found itself on her right cheek, gingerly caressing her delicate visage. She inhaled lightly and whispered, "No." 

    Undertaker paused for a moment, his expression exuding confusion. The girl said slowly, "No...I do not come here often. Just tonight." Undertaker let out a shaky breath as he whispered, "You should," and brought his face closer to her own. His lips connected with hers and began dancing entrancingly upon contact. She took a few steps back, careful to keep their lips entangled while Undertaker moved a hand to her waist and briefly applied pressure, to which she moaned lightly, opening her mouth just enough for their tongues to be connected at once. 

    As his tongue explored more and more of her mouth moans escaped from the back of her throat and she found herself now grabbing at the hair of the man connected to her, releasing the fabric band from its hold. His temperature began to rise and his need for her grew stronger. He found himself pushing her down onto the cloth that was now under both of them and began kissing her neck. He paused to take in her floral scent before he continued, softly at first, but harder as her breath quickened, giving him the signal to do more. Nipping softly at her collarbone and jawline he brought one hand up to her breast and began to squeeze it fixedly.

She felt herself heating up and firmly gripped his shoulders whilst shuddering and muttering incoherently.He pulled away briefly to look at her panting figure. Her hair had become a mess and her eyes now completely visible, revealed themselves to be amber in color. Hurriedly moving one of her hands she placed it on the crotch of his pants and began to palm him slowly. His eyes seemed to cloud over as he looked from her face to her hand and he adjusted himself so he could slip the dress over her shoulders quickly. The garment revealed her bare breasts which he nimbly began to touch.

Kissing one while massaging the other he felt himself grow harder under his pants. He attached his mouth to her right breast and began to teasingly graze his teeth over her now hardened nipple. This caused her hand movements to cease and she inhaled sharply at the sudden warmth of his mouth on her body. As she began to move bit by bit he sucked and licked her harder until she could only lay in appreciation.

Moving to the other breast, his free hand roamed her body and found her center, rubbing the top with a firm yet soft touch. She opened her mouth wide to moan and he shushed her, placing two of his fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them hard and the were quickly dripping wet, much like herself and Undertaker moved to pull down the rest of her dress quickly as she unzipped his pants.

The slip was now past her feet and his pants gone, sitting up he began to peel off his shirt until her hands met his and she sat up, slowly moving it past his head, her hands grazing his toned torso every inch of the way. There they sat...completely naked and completely unabashed. They were alone. In that one moment at that one point in time and for the first instance in their lives, they were the only things that mattered. this man and this woman.

Strangers still, yet more personal than either of their families. Steadily, Undertaker pushed the woman down onto her back until she laid stagnant with splayed hair. Gently pushing her legs apart he moved his head in between them and slowly moved his tongue up and down along her exceedingly moist slit.

He felt her legs tighten ever so slightly around his neck as she shuddered and moved her hips. He gripped her waist and pushed his tongue inside of her hot center savoring the feeling or her warmth around his tongue. Before she could release he moved away and went to bite on her neck before slipping the entirety of his shaft inside of her. Both of them groaned in pleasure.

Undertaker at the tightness of the woman around himself and her from being filled so suddenly. Tightly, she held onto his back and with closed eyes kissed him lustfully, valuing the intensity of their exchange. With his tongue roaming her mouth he began to push in and out, pace gradually increasing.

As each of them grew closer and closer to their end she found it hard to focus on a kiss and let her mouth hang open with each pant and moan that escaped whilst Undertaker buried his head in the crook of her neck and held tightly onto her sides. His movements grew less and less organized and his moans could no longer be deciphered from her own. 

      Connecting her nails to the skin on his back she, through, pants, told him that she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Just as Undertaker nodded in return he released himself into her until there was nothing left. He stayed still for a moment, savoring their joint release and her arms hugged around his torso.

Eventually he moved away and she turned to face him, caressing the scar on his face she whispered "Let's not bury this one?" To which he replied, "Never in 100 years."