From here on out the chapters have been completely rewritten.
Warning: a bit suggestive.
I do not claim anything from Kuroshitsuji!
Chapter 3
"Do you have any food?" Dianne asked with her eyes wide and beaming, having searched the whole house like she was looking for a bomb rather than food. She leaned against the chair Claude was sitting in.
... Food? As in human food? What would a demon want with human food? "No." Claude answered simply, not bothering to avert his eyes from the book he was reading.
Her cheerful expression quickly turned to one of utter confusion for some odd reason. "Why not?" She asked persistently.
"Demons don't eat human food."
"I do."
"Correction; most demons do not eat human food, myself included. And so, I do not have any food."
"But... Why don't they?"
"You don't need it to live. It's as simple as that." Claude's gaze finally shot up to look at Dianne. He found human food rather tasteless compared to a human soul.
This demoness was insane.
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Two years had passed. A few small contracts made here and there, and no sign of Dianne's parents or her past. Claude had gotten used to her presence, for the most part, yet he still distanced himself from her; not ever allowing any hint of his thoughts or emotions to be legible. He was caring for her, sure. But he didn't see himself as a parent, nor a friend. He was simply caring for Dianne and giving her a place to stay. Nothing more, nothing less. It felt like an obligation. He had only acted on impulse when he first discovered her, though even then he was not entirely sure why he did. That was very... Un-Claude of himself.
They had known each other for two painfully long years. Well, he had learned astounding amounts about her. He knew all of the buttons to press. All of the strange things she enjoyed. He was perfectly able to predict the response she would give to anything he may say. But she truly didn't know Claude at all. Two years, and he was still a complete stranger to her, yet he knew every crevice and corner of Dianne while simultaneously gaining her full trust. But even then, he still found many things about her out of the ordinary. As well as her cravings for human food, Dianne was also less... Graceful than a demon should be.
... Actually, she was quite clumsy. It was strange, though. Her clumsiness was different than how a clumsy human would be. She would knock over a vase, yet be able to catch it before it hit the floor. She did this all the time.
She also loved to sleep. Demons generally only slept when they were truly exhausted, but Dianne slept every night, and naps during the day were not uncommon. Laziness was (irritatingly) also not uncommon for her.
Something else Claude found odd was her eyes. Though he adored them greatly, her white pupils were highly unusual. He was beginning to assume that Dianne had some sort of disorder. And with her being a spotted hyena demoness, it was quite believable. (He figured out she was a spotted hyena after a curious Dianne had left his sight for only a moment for a silver hyena with the same stunning blue eyes to return to him in her place; a defenseless bird clamped in its unforgiving jaws. His eye would still twitch at the memory.)
Spotted hyena demons were ranked very low in Hell. Mental disorders were not uncommon with the species, and neither were birthing complications which simply came from the traits they shared with spotted hyenas. His particular species, however, was ranked quite high.
Dianne possessed a ridiculous amount of emotion. She felt every emotion a human could feel, and went through the odd, unexplainable phases that a human would as well, such as sudden depression out of nowhere or simply being moody all the time.
Lastly, her soul had a very out-of-place scent. Demon souls are rotten, and they often carry scents that match that demon's personality. Strong, harsh scented spices, herbs, or even ash are very common scents of a demon's soul. Claude had been most frequently told that he smelled of bay leaves. But the scent that Dianne carried was one of cinnamon and sugar. It was so sweet and enticing. It drew him in and drove him insane any time he got too close to the source of the delicious smell.
It clouded his thoughts. If the scent became too strong, the only thing that would be on his mind was how dearly he longed to hold her down and taste every inch of her sweet, delicious, se- ahem. He was getting carried away. This was the very reason he kept his distance - to avoid any... 'Unnecessary' thoughts to take over his actions. Claude allowed for no creature to know his thoughts or limited feelings. He would never be able to stand for that. Opening his heart would only lead to weakness.
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Claude would take the little demoness' clothes downstairs after bathing her and putting her to bed for them to be washed. Her clothing carried her scent very strongly. This was the only time he could allow himself to be hypnotized by his favorite smell. He could allow for his mind to wander...
An idea struck him. Instead of only feeling such pleasure when taking her clothes down, he could simply borrow a pair just for the night. It felt so wrong. He loved it. But why had he not thought of this before? Oh, whatever. But he would have to take something small...
Underwear was really his only option here. After setting Dianne's clothes down and taking her laced black panties from the sweet-smelling pile of clothes, he quietly snuck back upstairs and quickly past her room and into his, hoping to high heavens she had not seen him. He closed the door behind him with his back against it; staring at the precious piece he had taken for himself. He was only going to use it for the night, and then wash it with her other clothes to prevent any suspicion.
Claude pressed the undergarments against his nose and inhaled deeply to take in her sweet fragrance. This was his drug. He took in more of the perfume; this time unable to resist closing his eyes from the pure pleasure of it all. Even so, he wanted more. He longed for more. But... Would he dare do what his mind was pressuring him to do?
Claude lowered the undergarments to his awaiting mouth. He swallowed hard before his tongue inched slowly for the forbidden part of Dianne's underwear. It dragged across the crotch panel slowly. He had gone too far to stop now. His golden gaze turned a demonic pink and his eyes widened as he took in her sweet flavor.
Claude could hardly think as actions began to completely take over. He licked the area once more. She was delicious. He licked and sucked at them for what felt like a century - taking in as much flavor from the undergarments as he could.
He swallowed hard once more. Claude had finally finished his... Assault. Another pleasurable thought entered his mind as the hand holding the abused underwear lowered. The lump in his pants ached, but he was snapped back to reality. No, this is not enough.
I need her.
