That little brat. I had informed him of today's schedule, including his lunch with Lady Elizabeth, his violin lesson in the late afternoon and of course his private lesson with myself in his quarters after dark. It had been three days since the first of these lessons and I had considerately given him some recovery time before reassuming my duties in the matter. He could certainly do with a thorough education if last time was any indication, though I did love to see the shuddering wreck that he became for me. It was utterly delicious.

I digress, I had informed him of this schedule when he intoned "Very well, but the lesson will be mine to plan on this occasion, Sebastian."

The idea was laughable. How would he plan a lesson when he had absolutely no knowledge of the subject matter?

I remained outwardly impassive and asked him "Are you sure that is wise, young master? It is my duty to guide you in such things and I would hate for you to feel out of your depth"

"Oh how considerate of you" he spat, rolling his eyes. Perhaps I had said something wrong? Humans baffled me, it's a wonder I didn't just crush his skull then and there and get it over with.

He remained silent and moody as I dressed him, finally reminding me that he would take control of this lesson and that was final. I was dismissed, and very disappointed I'll add since I had been planning this particular lesson for days. I'm sure it would have had him squirming and writhing, but I suppose I wouldn't know now. Not today at least.

What tediousness. I managed to get through the day once again without maiming a single person and congratulated myself on my tenacity. Even when the Lady Elizabeth tied a pink bow around my neck and I had to witness Bard try and cook fairy cakes with a blowtorch. I succeeded in my detached smile, a look I had perfected when really my mind screamed at me to rip everything to shreds. The brats fiancé wouldn't look so cute with her arms hanging off. I could so easily pick up Bards blowtorch and incinerate his face with it.

Where was I. Ah yes, I carefully selected a few complimenting scents for my masters bath including bergamot, one of his favourites, before I went to fetch him for an early bedtime. I had told the servants he was quite tired after getting so excited over the visit of his fiancé. They found this adorable.

He said little during the bath, but I smelled the arousal on him over the bergamot infusion. Whatever he had planned was getting him quite worked up indeed and I enjoyed lingering a little in certain places as I washed him. His breathing sped up as I lathered soap over his chest, scraping the washcloth over his nipples a little rougher than usual. He shifted uncomfortably and I was reminded of how very embarrassed he was to show his arousal in front of me those nights ago. The scent of his sex was complimented by an equally delicious wave of shame and I breathed it in eagerly, anticipating the delectable banquet awaiting me.

"Enough, Sebastian" He said, grinding my excitement to a halt before I could indulge myself further. "I am done with my bath for the evening. Please await me in my quarters while I dress".

What? This was new, the kid never did anything for himself. I had planned to get on my knees and slowly button his nightshirt, his erection near my face... he would look so beautiful, trying to hide his flushed cheeks as my fingers brushed over the mound of it. I was to be denied though, and I placed his nightshirt next to a few towels by the bath before professionally obeying my orders.

I stood by his bed listening to the splash of water from the next room as he rose from the bath, heard it drip all over the floor as he got straight out taking no care to blot the water from himself first. I would no doubt be cleaning that up later. I lit some extra candles as he dried himself, placing a candelabra on each bedside table and one on the set of drawers in the corner. They leant the room a nice glow, something that seemed soothing to humans. I also removed my gloves, a little presumptuous perhaps but I won't deny I was eager to feel him beneath my fingers once more. If he would allow me that is. I was prepared to do my best to persuade him, and I can be very persuasive.

Eventually he entered the room and I was surprised to see all of the buttons of his nightshirt fastened correctly, his hair mostly dry and neater than I was expecting it. It was still a little untidy but he had obviously taken the trouble to run his fingers through it, shaping it over his face as he liked it with the damp ends of his fringe hanging low over his exposed right eye. He strode straight past me and placed his eye patch underneath his pillow, before crawling into bed and sitting upright against his pillows with the sheets covering his lap.

"For tonight's lesson, Sebastian, I would like you seated opposite me. Please remove your shoes and place yourself on the bed".

His demeanour was utterly different than the one I'd been witness to last time. He was demanding and his body language showed confidence, but unbeknownst to him I could still smell that undercurrent of embarrassment. Only now it was joined with a subtle eagerness that I had not detected before. Mmmm what is it you want my little Lord, what has excited you so tonight...

I did as I was bid, slipping my shoes off and moving onto the bed as gracefully as I could. It was hard to do this elegantly as I wasn't quite sure how to arrange my legs, and eventually I settled on a kneeling position, my back straight and my buttocks touching my heels.

He seemed to consider a moment before instructing me to remove my jacket also. This would have been much easier while still standing but I managed to shrug it off and fold it next to me.

"Is this satisfactory, young Master?" I asked hoping for an affirmative. It would be quite tedious if he continued requesting further items of clothing to remove while in this position. Luckily he seemed satisfied and I felt a sudden increase in tension rolling from him as he struggled to phrase his next command. This was most delectable. The troubled expression he tried so hard to hide, this false confidence he tried to exude - I drank it in until he regained composure and raised his chin.

"What you did to me last time... I want you to do it to yourself".

I was stunned, for want of a better word. That sly brat. He wanted nothing more than to see me undone. Very well. I did prefer to take my pleasure in him, watching him become unravelled under my hand and bathe in his shame but I was sure I could work this situation to my favour.

"If that is what my young Lord requests of me then I cannot deny him" I said completely deadpan, giving nothing away.

I moved to undo the fastening of my own trousers and felt his arousal heighten along with a dose of guilt. Guilt at his own enjoyment? I could not say, but the variety of emotions complemented each other beautifully and I felt my own excitement at his conflict. Slowly I undid the buttons holding the fabric together as I searched for some evidence of these emotions on his face. I found none and was reminded what a skilled actor he was. His breathing was even, and he simply glared back balefully as I tugged the material apart. The bottom of my shirt hid my body from view still and I thought perhaps I should seek more clarification before I went ahead with this little show.

"Might I enquire what purpose the young master has for this action? Although I am as pleased to indulge as ever I am concerned for the progress of your education".

He seemed to have thought this through already, and though the delivery of his reply caused his breathing to speed up I was satisfied with the thought he had put into it. "If I am to grow accustomed to pleasures of the flesh surely I should not just be witness to my own? Visual learning works just as well after all, and the more methods available to me the more knowledge I will gain".

"Indeed I am glad to see you are taking such an interest" I said, trying to hide my smirk. His voice had cracked a little when saying the words 'pleasures of the flesh' and I revelled in the challenged glare he shot me, daring me to pick up on it.

Instead, I slowly lifted my shirt with one hand and allowed my erection to spring free of its confines. I watched his eyes widen, utterly focussed on my organ now, and I shifted my hips a bit for effect. He was hard too, I could sense it, and his heart thudded faster in his chest. I tensed on purpose and caused it to bob and he sucked in a breath.

This was delicious. The utter innocence was written all over his face. At seeing another cock for the first time in his life, especially a thick hard organ like mine, his careful composure was slowly ebbing away. I wanted to grab him and push him down, thrust into him until he screamed and cried and begged for it harder... those thoughts got me nowhere though, and I reminded myself that I was a butler unfortunately and I should act like one.

"How would you like for me to proceed?" I asked him a little cruelly. He wrenched his eyes away from my erection but no longer seemed able to make eye contact, looking a little to the left of my face.

"Ah, I want you to show me what you do. What you would normally do. In this situation." An uncoordinated answer, that would not do.

"This particular situation is unique to me, young Master, as I thought you were well aware"

"Damn you Sebastian, you know what I mean. Show me how you touch yourself!" His face had gone a lovely shade of red now, and I couldn't keep from obeying him any longer anyway with him looking like that. I noticed his hands carefully folded in front of his own chest, avoiding touching his own erection as I reached for mine.

I smiled at him, which was probably terrifying, and wrapped my hand in a loose fist over my own cock. In all truth this wasn't a practice I involved myself in very often, finding little in the human world to be all that sexually stimulating for one such as myself. But to see how my actions were affecting him while he tried so hard to remain aloof was giving me such satisfaction I couldn't stop a low hiss from leaving my mouth as I squeezed a little harder, my eyes on him the whole time. I dragged up my length and gave a little twist at the end, flicking my wrist expertly over the head before pulling back down again. I still sat on my heels, and tilted forward a bit more to give a lovely view as I began to rotate my hips, thrusting slowly into my hand.

His breathing was audible now and his eyes followed the motion of my fist.

"Does it feel good?"He asked me shakily.

How could I possibly begin to describe that the most pleasurable feeling about this situation, indeed the most pleasure I'd felt so far in our entire contract, was listening to the waver in his voice and watching him struggle not to touch himself under the weight of his own arousal. How he looked at me like he was beyond turned on and terrified of what that meant, but too stubborn and unwilling to call a halt or give in.

I settled for a "Yes, Master" and let my voice betray the ecstasy I felt, watching my tone affect him further. His own hips had now subtly begun to move, obviously seeking some friction and relief against the bed covers.

I released my erection, feeling it pulse as I moved to circle slowly around the drooling head with one finger. I had to hold it still with the other hand to keep it from twitching. The boy was undoing me now, his expression torturous as he kept his arms stubbornly folded in front of him.

I swiped my finger firmly along the slit, collecting slippery precome as I went. Watching his face closely, I brought that finger up to my own lips. I lapped the fluid off languidly, being sure to give him a good view of it slipping on to my tongue and me swallowing it eagerly before suckling my finger completely into my mouth.

The poor wretch. One hand flew down to his crotch and he pushed against it, looking mortified that his control had broken. I let myself moan audibly around my finger before bringing it back down to rub saliva over my shaft and grip it in my fist once again.

He was going to ejaculate, I could feel it. He was just applying pressure to his crotch, not moving his hand at all, and he was fighting his own climax already just from watching me. My hand moved a little more urgently, seeing the horrified look on his face at his own dilemma. I pushed up in to my hand, arching my back as I watched him shudder and shake, his jaw working soundlessly. He was trying so hard not to come.

And suddenly I was the one losing control. My mind was filling with images of him trembling with shame at having come in his sleep, a sight I'd never witnessed but had felt clearly through our connection on a few occasions. He had that look on his face now and he convulsed with a whimper, looking distraught as his cock spurted all over the inside of his nightshirt and bed clothes and his eyes rolled back with the intensity.

A single tendril of darkness manifested itself from me and shot over to him as he came. I couldn't help it, the way he smelled of innocence and sin and sex was intoxicating and without his leave I made contact with his skin, the tendril brushing up against the hand that pushed fiercely against his lap. Through this touch I felt everything, all his diabolical feelings flooding through our connection and an unearthly growl left my mouth as I tried to control my own malignance. I wanted to rip into him, his soul was so ripe, the innocence being spoiled, and I felt blood drip from my lip as my elongated canines bit into it.

The wave broke and I peaked, still growling, snarling, reaching desperately for control as I felt my cock spasm in a fist that was now ebony, nails sharp. My spurts flew in front of me with such power, each one more intense than the last and left me feeling weak as I shook and growled through it. Finally feeling the wave recede, I fell forwards, managing to get both elbows under me and panting heavily with my head in my hands.

What was I doing? I was certainly not performing my job as butler adequately right now. I retracted the tendril of darkness back in to myself and returned my appearance to that of Sebastian with sheer force of will. Licking the blood from my lips, I looking up to face whatever reprimand I was sure to be given.

His face was closer to mine than I realised. And he looked terrified. Although I had not reverted to my true self completely he had been privy to aspects of the demon that I had kept so well hidden throughout our contract. To have it unleashed upon him now... and I realised that my semen must have shot quite far indeed, for it had splattered the front of his nightshirt covering his chest and formed a trail over the bedcovers.

To lose control in front of my master... I was ashamed of myself.

"My humblest apologies, young master" I told him, genuinely contrite. "I do not know what came over me. I can assure you-"

Before I could finish grovelling before him, he surprised me for the second time that evening. He leant forward and smashed his mouth to mine. It was sloppy and completely inexperienced, the childish way in which he opened his mouth under my own to thrust his tongue forward and just lick at whatever he could. And I loved it so much I groaned against him, spurring him to move his tongue faster, our lips growing sloppily wet.

Eventually we broke apart, leaving a thin string of saliva to trail and snap between us. He wiped his lips hastily, looking utterly fascinated.

This feeling I was getting from him... the shame had diminished somewhat. Not completely, he was still self conscious and shy of his actions but he seemed victorious also. Satisfied.

So that was it. He hadn't been all that scared by my demonic reaction. To see a demon lose his humanity over him and orgasm so wantonly, it had given him the chance to see me, as he perceived, 'defenceless'. Little did he know how close I had been to ripping him apart in that moment. He only saw my rapture. And he was smug to think he had incited it in me, just as I had to him in that first lesson.

"Very good" He said to me. Was this supposed to be jest at how I'd praised him last time?

"You may dress yourself now Sebastian. And be sure to bring me some warm milk with honey after you clean your mess" He gestured at himself.

"Certainly my Lord, though I do not believe the mess is completely mine" I said, watching him flush red again as I stood from the bed. There was that lovely shame feeling again from him. I was glad to see I hadn't exhausted his supply of it yet. After all, I still had things to teach him and I did so love to see him squirm.

He wasn't quite ready to give up though. "Sebastian" he called after me as I went to fetch his milk. I turned and there was that evil little smirk. "You might want to just wash your hair before any of the servants see you." He was right. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a stiff patch in my usually soft bangs and realised I'd made more of a mess than I had anticipated. For once I had no snappy retort so "Yes, Master" would have to do. Damn that brat.