His Sword and His Shield

Ciel Phantomhive and his faithful butler, Sebastian Michaelis, have just stumbled across the greatest thing they could ever hope to find; Cecelia is a young Wolf demon who has lost all her memories except for a select few. For example, she knows her last name starts with a "D" and that she is an expert swordsman. When Ciel takes her on as his new bodyguard, things quickly escalate into the greatest mystery anyone could have imagined. All leading up to the biggest question of them all: WHO is Cecelia D?
(PS: Yes, the artwork I used for the cover IS, in fact, MINE)


14. His Bodyguard, Free

She didn't move as he appeared beside her. She didn't look at him, instead gazing at the now rising moon.

"Your eyes look better red," he said, smirking, "Miss Duncan."

Chuckling, Cecelia turned to face the Raven. In the soft moonlight, her eyes glittered like rubies. The mere shimmer took the butler's breath away. Reaching up, he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her towards him. She accepted the kiss with eagerness, giving his invading tongue a small bite. His arms wrapped around her, trapping hers close to her chest. He moistened her lips, pulling his mouth away to drag his tongue across her throat.

"Mr. Michaelis," she squealed in delight, "perhaps we should take this elsewhere!"

"I couldn't agree more, Miss Duncan."

Scooping her up, bridal style, Sebastian leaped up onto the roof. Opening his bedroom window with his foot, the Raven tossed the Wolf onto his bed. Two pairs of crimson eyes flashed in the moonlight. Hungry...primal...and full of lust. Loosening his tie, Sebastian leaned over Cecelia. Instantly, his mouth consumed hers in an attempts to distract her from his hand's activities. The Wolf, however, wasn't having any of it. Shoving him away, she ripped his shirt away from his torso and admired his bare skin. Breathing heavily, she flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist. Using her tongue, she made a line towards his throat. Moaning, Sebastian gave a gasp of surprise when her teeth gently grabbed his right nipple. He pulled her skirt off her legs, leaving only her leggings. Her shirt was pulled over her head, leaving a lacy black bra. Sitting up, he moved her to his lap. His hands removed the piece of fabric with expertise, while his lips left a trail of fire long her neck. As soon as her breasts were revealed, he ran a single finger across one of her nipples. Gasping, she pulled his chin towards her, stealing yet another kiss. Within seconds, the Raven noticed his pants were gone alongside his shoes and socks.

He wasted no time in removing her own flats and legging, chuckling at the pleasant surprise he found beneath.

"No underwear, Miss Duncan," he smirked, "and you shave there as well?"

"You never know when you'll get lucky, Mr. Michaelis," she smirked back, her eyes flashing with lust, "especially with you."

The kiss that followed gave the Demon shivers. He could feel how wet she was, nearly soaking his legs, and she had already begun to grind against him. Her fingers pulled on the edges of his underwear. He leaned back so she could pull them off. She didn't have to look to know that he was hard as stone and erect. Not wanting to be led in this dance, Sebastian flipped Cecelia onto her back. She moaned when his first finger entered her, followed closely by the second, and then a third. She was warm and tight, but terribly wet. Satisfied with his preparations, he pulled out and positioned himself above her.

"Sebastian," she said quietly, causing him to pause, "before this goes any further, I want you to know that these past few months have been incredible. And I would rather lose my memories again than live a life of knowing without you in it."

He smiled, giving her a gentle kiss, "I love you, Cecelia Duncan."

"And I love you, Sebastian Michaelis."

And with that, the remainder of the night was spent in ecstasy.


"Good morning," Sebastian smiled, gently brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face, "sleep well?"

"Very well, thank you," she replied, pulling the blanket over her breasts, "shouldn't you be preparing the Master's breakfast?"

"Indeed," the black haired man nodded, getting to his feet and getting dressed, "if you'd like, I could bring by some clothes from your room for you?"

"I would appreciate that."

With a smile, the now dressed butler left the Wolf. Rolling onto her back, Cecelia gazed at the ceiling with a smile on her face. Now that Raul was gone, all she had to worry about was being caught by one of the servants or Ciel.

Looks like you had quite the eventful night, she smirked and turned to see a fully dressed Pluto sitting in the windowsill, eh, cousin?

"Pluto," she greeted, sitting up while holding onto the blanket, "you shouldn't be here."

Oh, well I just thought you might want to know that Satan has recognized you as the Head of the Duncan household. He's decreed that you are to remain undercover here at the Phantomhive estate. If he has a job for you, he'll send a letter. Just keep your eye open for the red envelope.

She gave him a kind smile, "Thank you, Pluto. I'd have never gotten this far without you."

Sure you could have! I was never a fan of Raul anyways.

Cecelia frowned, "He was just misguided by grief. I took no joy in ending his life, Pluto, and I will not allow his name to be spat upon."

He tried to kill you, Sebastian, Finni, and Ciel. He would have killed everyone you loved.

"Even so," she sighed, "he was my brother."

Pluto nodded, saying no more. The cousins shared a smile before jumping at the sound of the door opening. Sebastian stared at the two in surprise before scowling at Pluto.

"Cecelia isn't leaving with you this time," he said, a low rumble beginning in his throat, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Sebastian," the Wolf smirked, "this is my cousin, Pluto. Pluto, this is Sebastian."

Pluto smiled, panting heavily. The butler merely scowled, turning to leave some clothes for Cecelia.

"Thank you Sebastian,"she then turned to the window, "I'll visit soon, Pluto. And thank you for the message."

Bowing, her cousin gave her a fanged grin before disappearing.


She smiled at Sebastian, "Mr. Michaelis, if you are ever so fortunate as to come across a red letter with a golden seal in the mail, I'd appreciate it if it were brought straight to me."

After realizing what she meant, the Raven smiled and bowed in the same way he did to Ciel, "Yes, my love."

Suddenly, there was a slight rumble from down below. Cecelia smiled; Bard must have destroyed the Master's breakfast once again. After a quick kiss, Sebastian hurried out of the room. It only took the Wolf Demon a few moments to get dressed. As she pulled her shirt over her head, she brushed her fingertips over her pendant. Smiling, she opened the door and made her way down the stairs.

Passing through the following hallway, she spotted Tanaka sitting comfortably and drinking his tea with a gentle "ho ho ho ho". She gave him a nod in greeting as she passed. She then entered the main hall, where May Rinn stood on a ladder to dust the higher paintings. As the Wolf passed, the maid gave a cry of fright. She had tried to reach a painting and slipped. Cecelia caught her just before she hit the ground.

"Be careful, May Rinn," she said, smiling, "broken plates can be replaced. You, however,cannot."

"Oh, that's sweet of you to say, Miss Cecelia," the redhead giggled, climbing onto the ladder once more, "thanks for the help."

The bodyguard continued her long trek towards the Young Master's office, where she was certain he waited for her. She could see the smoke coming from the kitchen at the end of the hall. Peering in, she almost laughed at the familiar sight of Sebastian cooking while Bard cleaned up his destruction. Passing by the door, she took another set of stairs going up. As she passed by a window, she gazed out to see Finni moving the lawn. She smiled when she noticed how crooked his lines were, and how he backtracked to fix it. Suddenly, he looked up and noticed her. Smiling widely, he waved. She gave him a small one in return, chuckling when he chased after the mower he had just released.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she knocked on the large door.


Opening it, she found Ciel not at his desk, but rather sitting in his chair in front of the giant window. the window itself let Ciel view the entire front yard as well as the road leading up to it. Smiling, Cecelia approached the chair. Her form shifted as she approached to her smaller Wolf form. As soon as she was by his side, he pet her head. His fingers gently glided across her fur, yet he did not look at her. He watched the world outside, not liking anything he saw. Life inside the estate, however, was perfect. Even as Cecelia sat down, remaining straight and attentive, he didn't mind. He refused to deny it any longer. Cecelia was his family. She was his friend. She had defied her own flesh and blood to protect him, his servants, and his home. He gazed at her out of the corner of his eye and smirked. 

Yes...to put it plainly....she is simply...

One hell of a bodyguard.



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