A/N: Hello all! So, I want to first apologize for not posting on time. Second, there are four bits of sexual content in this chapter. There is a line where it starts and where it ends.

Chapter Nine: The First Dose

Several days had passed in which Frances and Ciel continued with their paperwork, lessons, and oils and potions. The servants took care of the manor including the protection of it. Sebastian and Frances spent more time together, hardly being out of each other's sight and embrace.

That third night, Frances exited her Office humming hers and Sebastian's song nearly running into Sebastian. She jolted back slightly startled. The demon smirked. He caressed her cheek.

"It is not very often I startle you." He stated, amusement evident in his voice and eyes.

She smiled brightly.

"True." She agreed, linking her arm through his.

The demon led her down the hall. He stopped in front of a door beside the Practice Room. She looked up at him with her head tilted and eyebrows furrowed. His smirk widened.

"I have a surprise for you."

He opened the door. A swirl of whitish-yellow lights danced directly around the open door. Once they settled, Frances gasped.

The room was painted a light beige. In the center of the wall directly across from them was a small round stage with a red curtain on either side of it. Small lights shined down onto the stage. There were several tables and chairs spread throughout the room. The windows on either side of the stage were covered in light purple fabric. The floor was a brown hardwood. Frances looked up at the demon who was smirking at her.

"This is for you. Whenever you wish to sing with an audience or to just merely use the stage whenever you wish."

Tears filled her eyes as warmth flooded her chest.

"Malphas." She whispered, lovingly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms instantly went around her waist, their lips connecting deeply and lovingly. After a few minutes, they pulled away with her gasping. Her arms went to his shoulders.

"It's beautiful. Thank you." She said, breathlessly. She looked around with a bright smile, "I can't believe the Young Master allowed this."

"But of course, I would allow this." The Young Master said from behind them.

Frances turned to see all her friends (from the Phantomhive Manor.) standing in the doorway. Mey-rin had hearts in her eyes and a blush on her face while Baldroy held a blush on his cheeks, eyes averted. Finny and Little Man Tanaka had bright smiles upon their faces. The Young Master coughed, averted his eye as a blush coated his cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked up at her.

"You have done so much for me, consider it a gift of mine."

Frances smiled. She walked towards him with her arms held out. The Young Master stepped towards her. She wrapped her arms around him. He accepted the hug.

"Thank you, Ciel." She whispered.

He tightened his hold on her.

"Thank you, Frances." He murmured.

She pulled away. She smiled at him.

"My Lady." Sebastian called.

She looked up at him, releasing the Young Master.

"Will you do us the honor of singing for us?" He asked, holding a hand out towards the stage, the other on his chest.

She smiled ever so brightly as she nodded.

"Of course."

She walked up and onto the stage as her friends entered the room and took seats in the chairs. She turned to her friends, younger/older brother, and lover. She smiled wider, opened her mouth and began to sing.

Two days later, Frances was in her Office working on the surprisingly small amount of paperwork. She was almost finished with it when suddenly, she felt his presence behind her. She started to turn to him when his lips pressed against her neck as his hands wrapped around her waist from behind the chair. She closed her eyes as she tilted her head, allowing him more access. A sigh escaped her lips as he began to teeth her flesh with his sharp demon teeth. Her hands moved up and gripped the chair tightly as a gasp escaped her lips when he softly bit an inch closer toward the center of her throat.

"My darling," He murmured, "I need you."

His tongue licked to the center of her throat. She arched as his hands ran up and down her body. His left hand cupping one of her breasts.

"I-I can't right now, Sebastian. I have (She gasped as he pinched her nipple.) paperwork to take care of."

"You can do it later." He stated, lightly biting the center of her throat.

She gasped then moaned. Her head tilted back, giving him even more access.

"Who are you and what have you done with Sebastian?" She asked.

The demon chuckled darkly.

His clawed hand trailed down her body and lightly caressed that special place between her legs. She gasped and thrusted. A mix between a whimper and a gasp escaped her as she felt his overwhelming desire for her.

"My precious mate, please, I need you."

She shivered and gasped. He continued to stroke her special place. Her private anatomy thrusted. He ran his tongue in slow circles as his other hand gently squeezed her breast.

She squirmed against him. Unable to resist any longer, she moved her hands to his face, pulling it towards her. She looked into his swirling demonic fuchsia eyes. Her own brown eyes showing the desire that shined brightly in his.

"N-Not here, Malphas, please." She begged.

The demon smirked.

"As you wish, my precious mate."

She was in his arms in the next millisecond then in the next second, she landed on her bed. The demon hovered over her. She whimpered as she watched him wave a hand around the room. She watched as the black feathers encased the room into darkness. She watched him transform with wide eyes and heavy breath. The black smoke cleared.

Her eyes traveled over his demonic form and blushed as she saw he was naked. She met his eyes, seeing the smirk upon his lips. She reached up to cup his smooth cool cheeks. His clawed hands shredded her clothing. She closed her eyes as she arched at the tearing of her clothes.

"Malphas." She whimpered.

"My mate." He murmured.

His lips connected with her as his hands roamed her body. He drank every whimper, every moan, every breathless gasp. He slowly entered her, swallowing the loud gasp and the long beautiful moan that escaped her lips. When he got halfway, her moan changed to a breathless whimper. Her hands tightened on his face, nails digging in slightly, her face scrunched up as it got a little painful.

"My precious human." He warbled against her lips.

"Malphas." She hissed, eyes squeezing tighter.

The demon paused to allow her to adjust. He moved from her lips to her cheek then down to her neck where she whimpered then sighed as she tilted her head to allow him more access. He smirked. His hands gently ran up and down her body. One hand traced her whipping scars, the other ran up and down her side, occasionally cupping one of her breasts, pinching her nipples or running through her hair. He bit, licked, kissed, and sucked the length of her neck to her spot then to her ear whispering how she was his strong human to help her accept all of him. After a few minutes, she was panting with effort as he pushed himself deeper inside her until he was completely inside. He nuzzled her neck, giving a little lick.

"My beautiful, strong mate." He purred happily.

She whimpered and moaned. His tendrils of darkness caressed every inch of her. She squirmed. They both gasped. Malphas' eyes flashed as he hissed. He pulled to her entrance before slamming back in. She cried out, arching her back. The demon reached around with the hand that traced her whipping scars to support her better.

"Such a beautiful human." He cooed, his clawed hand lightly stroking her back.

The pain quickly turned to pleasure. Her hands relaxed against his face. Her back relaxed from its arch, head tilted back. One hand trailed down to his feathered wings, the other to his hair. She met his thrusts with thrusts of her own. Her head tilted back as her heart pounded in her ears.

"Malphas."

"Frances."

"My demon."

"My mate."

"My sinful crow demon."

"My strong human."

She gripped his left horn to pull him into her. The demon's eyes flashed as they widened. He paused for a half second. She whined when he stopped. Her eyes opened. She was about to raise her head when she saw herself with Malphas' body above her. His black tendrils swirling around him, his wings flared out, holding himself above her. Her eyes widened. A mirror. It was a mirror. The demon growled. He thrusted in and out of her with his demon speed. Her eyes instantly closed. A loud gasp followed by moan passed her lips as her back arched again. Her legs clutched the demon's sides.

"M-Malphas! Nngh!" She cried.

Their feelings of desire and love rose to overwhelming heights. After a few more thrusts, they both fell over the edge.

"MALPHASSSS!" Frances screamed.

"FRANCESSSS!" Malphas roared.

They both collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavily. Frances gulped in the much need air. Her hand running down his sharp horn. The demon warbled/purred in pleasure. He nuzzled where the pulse in her neck beat wildly. She gasped and sighed, tilting her head up to kiss his cheek as her hands rested on his shoulders.

"I love you, Malphas." She whispered, breathlessly.

He pulled from her neck. He cupped her cheeks with both hands. His eyes glowed with love, fondness, and desire. He leaned close to her lips. Their noses touching.

"I love you, my precious Frances."

He sealed their lips in a passionate kiss. After a few minutes, he pulled away, smirking as she gasped. He noticed she was fighting sleep. He stroked her right cheek, his eyes soft with tenderness.

"Rest, my darling. I'll wake you in an hour." He murmured.

She smiled softly, lovingly.

"Thank you, Malphas."

The demon smiled fondly at her. He watched as she trailed her hands down his shoulders to his chest as her eyes fluttered close. He waited a few seconds to ensure she was truly asleep. Once he was certain she was asleep, he pulled out of her. He quickly cleaned the two of them up. Once that was finished, he moved into a better position with Frances in his lap. He opened her mouth. He bit into his left wrist. He held it to her open mouth, watching the drops of blood enter into her mouth, making sure only eleven drops fell into her mouth. He smiled as she reflexively swallowed.

"Good woman. Drink all eleven drops." He praised, running a clawed hand through her hair. He began to chant in Latin, "Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae.*"

Once eleven drops were administered, he pulled his wrist away. He licked his wrist which instantly healed. He watched and waited. It didn't take long. Her body shook and jerked spasmodically. He held her tightly. His hand continued to run through her hair nonplussed.

"It'll be over soon, my darling." He whispered, comfortingly.

He glanced at his open pocket watch which read twelve o'clock. He looked back at his twitching mate, feeling the symbol under her bed glow brightly. After sixty seconds had passed, her twitching ceased. He kissed her forehead.

"Good woman." He murmured.

He held her cradled in his arms as his hand continued to run through her hair. After half an hour passed, he reluctantly placed her on the bed. He turned back into his human form, dressed once again in his immaculate butler suit. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. He walked out of the room to see to the lunch preparations for the Young Master and Frances.

"…rances. Frances, my darling, it's time to wake up."

Frances groaned tiredly. She stretched, wincing when she felt pain in her private area. She slowly rubbed her eyes. When she finished, she opened them to see Sebastian setting a tray of food on her nightstand. She sat up. She glanced to her right. Her eyes widened.

*That wasn't a trick!*

She looked up to see Sebastian watching her with a small smile.

"Why?" She whispered.

The demon slipped to one knee. One hand took her right hand while the other caressed her right cheek.

"It is not enough for me to feel your pleasure. I need to see your lovely expressions as I bring you pleasure. You make such beautiful expressions." He explained, caressing her blushing cheek.

She looked away from the demon, embarrassed. He chuckled and kissed her left cheek. She looked up at him to see him smiling at her. He gestured to her food.

"Come. You must eat before returning to work."

She nodded, pulling the tray over. She began to eat. As she ate, Sebastian gathered her previous outfit with her undergarments, placing them on the bed. Once he finished with that, he moved behind her with a brush in hand. He fixed her hair into the half bun she had it in previously. Once he finished, his hands slid to her bare shoulders as she placed her empty teacup on the tray. His lips kissed her left shoulder. She closed her eyes with a contented sigh. His smile widened against her skin.

"Too tempting." He murmured, moving away, his hands sliding off her.

She shivered. She looked over her shoulder at him. The demon was once again tempted to take her, but there would be more time to do so later tonight. He licked over his fangs that appeared once again as he went to the bathroom to put her brush away. As Sebastian went to the bathroom, Frances decided to get dressed. She pushed the tray away and slowly stood. Her eyes squeezed tightly as she breathed through the pleasurable yet sore throb of her private area. She carefully and slowly placed her undergarments on then her dress, being careful not to mess up her hair. Once she was dressed, she turned feeling Sebastian's eyes upon her. He offered his hand to her.

"My Lady."

She smiled. She took the offered arm. Sebastian smiled back at her. They walked back to her Office at a slower pace than usual. Once they did reach her Office, Sebastian opened the door for her. She smiled her thanks. He led her to her chair and assisted her into it. Once she was seated, he brought her hand to his lips.

"I shall see you soon, my Lady."

He placed a kiss upon it.

"See you later, Malphas."

They shared a smile. He released her hand. He walked to her door, gave her one last glance before taking his exit. Once he was far enough away, she let out a sigh. He was… more sexually driven today… She could feel how darkly he lusted after her, needing her. The way her body trembled against him, wanting him. Her breaths came in pants. She shook her head to clear the lust that entered her. She forced her eyes and mind to focus on her work.

The day continued. An hour after her and Sebastian's pleasurable tryst, Frances was finished with her paperwork. She moved onto her oils and potions. An hour before having dinner, she had her Latin lesson. After dinner, she and Ciel played a few rounds of chess and billiards. When the clock struck ten, Sebastian knocked upon the door.

"Enter."

"Come in."

Ciel and Frances called.

The door opened. Sebastian entered. He bowed.

"Pardon me, my lord, my Lady. It is time for bed, Young Master."

"Very well." Ciel stated, placing the cue stick in its rack.

"Good night, Ciel." Frances said.

"Good night, Frances." He said back.

He turned and left the room with Sebastian who paused to send her a seductive smile. She blushed. His smile widened. He closed the door behind them. Frances placed her cue stick in the rack. She moved back to the pool table to collect the balls, placing them into the pool table in their proper order. Once she finished, she exited out of the room. She made her way to her room. Once there, she prepared for bed.

As she sat on her bed in her grey nightgown, running her fingers through her hair, she glanced at the mirror headboard. She hadn't gotten a good look at it earlier. It was a mirror, but curved with a beautiful swirled arch that trailed down. Silvery vines with leaves also followed the curve of the headboard. It was rather beautiful. A blush stained her cheeks as she thought over what Malphas said. She shook her head. She made to lay down when she felt his presence at her door. She looked up at it. He knocked.

"Come in." She called at the same time as the knock.

She could feel his smugness as he entered. His red eyes found her brown ones. She sat up. He slowly stalked towards her. A seductive smirk appeared upon his lips. She watched his hand make the smallest of movements causing his feathered shadows to dance throughout the room until it covered everything in its dark embrace. A black smoke curled around the demon butler, covering him from head to toe. His steps much more sharper sounding. Frances clutched the sheets beneath her, her breath coming faster and harder as she watched the coiling smoke disappear from his stiletto feet to his horned head. She could feel their desire for each other. She fought to close her eyes as she held out her arms for him. The demon's smile widened into a toothy fanged grin.

"My mate." He purred, reaching for her.

She stood just as his clawed hands ran up her arms. She didn't fight it this time. She closed her eyes as her head tilted back. Her breaths heavy. The demon used his left clawed hand to spin her around by the arm. Her back now faced his front.

She whimpered when she felt his private anatomy rock sensually into her. Her head tilted back with a gasp when he did it again. His sharp teeth latched onto her neck as his long arms reached down to gather her nightgown by her knees. His nails scraped up her body leaving red trails in their wake. Frances whimpered and arched her back. The demon however, needed to feel her body on his so he used his tendril of darkness around her waist, keeping her flushed against him. She whimpered.

"Malphas." She cried out, feeling the tendrils of darkness caress under her breasts, her arms flew up and around his neck in response.

"My Frances." Malphas purred, licking her spot as he continued to lift her nightgown. Once he got to where it would go over her arms, he moved his lips to her ear, "Arms up, little one."

She complied with the command. She moaned as his sharp claws went over her arms. He tossed the nightgown to the side. Her arms started to lower to her sides, but he took hold of her upper arms, stopping her. She turned her head to look into his fuchsia eyes, his thin slits stared back into her brown ones. He moved them back, his claws scraping up to meet her hands so he could have her wrap them around his horns. She gripped them tightly as his clawed hands went down her arms. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back against his shoulder that was now at her height as he bent down, a whimper escaped her lips. His hands trailed down her sides to her undergarments. He slipped his clawed hands inside them, one long finger stroked across her private anatomy causing her to jerk her pelvis. Before she could whine, Malphas distracted her with a soft bite on her spot as he pulled her undergarments off. She moaned, arching her head deeper into his shoulder. His claws trailed down the length of her legs. Once the garment was at her feet, he lifted her into his arms by the dip of her knees, the tendril of darkness around her waist disappeared. The demon used his other hand to run up and down her arm as he continued to bite, lick, kiss, and suck her neck. The tendrils of darkness that caressed her back and arm caused her to squirm as she moaned. Malphas growled low in his throat.

Suddenly, her back was on the wall. Her hands quickly moved to his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist. She was breathing heavily as his mouth moved lower.

"W-What has gotten into you today, my crow demon?" She asked the question that had been on her mind.

He lifted his head. His fuchsia eyes shining with the lust and love she could feel. His clawed hand cupped her cheek, repeatedly caressing it.

"You are mine." He stated, simply. His head lowered to the scar on her stomach that the angel gave her. He bit hard enough to leave his mark to cover the scar. She cried out in pain, her hands clutched his shoulders tightly, tears filled her eyes, "You belong to me. (He moved to the one above and to the left of her torso. He bit down causing her to cry out and a tear to slide down her cheek.) You gave me your heart. (He licked her sweet blood from his lips as he moved to the one under her left breast. He bit down again. She whimpered.) You gave me your body. (He moved to the one on top of her left breast on the curve of her breast. He bit down once again. She whimpered, her head rested against the wall, breathing heavily. He skimmed his nose against her skin to her lips.) You gave me your soul."

"Yessssss," She whispered, her hands relaxing against his shoulders. Her eyes opened to see his beautiful black face with fuchsia/orange eyes with the thinnest of slits, blood dripping from his lips, "my beautiful crow demon. (She moved her hands to cup his smooth, cool cheeks, feeling his wisps caress her hands.) I give you everything for I am yours as you are mine." She declared, pulling his head towards her.

The demon's warble/purr started again louder than before as a wicked sharp tooth grin spread across his lips.

"Indeed. I am yours as you are mine."

Her eyes fluttered close with a breathless sigh. He allowed her to pull his head to her. Their lips embraced heatedly. She tasted her own blood from his lips. A small moan escaped her lips as she brushed her tongue against his lips, tasting her own blood adding a salty taste to the smokey taste of his lips. The demon growled low, opening his mouth to allow her tongue to enter his mouth. Her hands slid down his cheeks to wrap around his neck as his continued running up and down her sides. After a few moments, she pulled away gasping for breath. He smiled widely at her. He returned to the angel's scars upon her precious skin. He bit the fifth one further up on her left breast right where it swelled. She whimpered.

"I've just never (She whimpered again as he bit the one to his left, her right of the one he bit previously.) seen you like this before."

He licked her blood from his lips.

"Does it frighten you?" He asked, knowing the answer.

She shook her head.

"No. (She gasped as he bit the seventh one near the center of her breasts, though it was closer to the swell of her right breast.) I-I like it, my crow demon."

The demon's eyes flashed. He bit down on her last angel scar on her right breast where it swelled as he stroked his hand over his mark. She gasped and moaned loudly as she arched her back. The demon warbled/purred in pleasure. He used her distraction to fill her. Her back paused in its arch and her moan cut off into a gasp, but he continued to stroke his mark causing her to tremble.

"M-Malphas." She sighed, still trembling.

"That's right, my beautiful human. Sing for me." The demon growled, continuing to push himself into her, stroking his mark.

She moaned louder than she did before. The sparks from him stroking his mark, the caresses from the tendrils of darkness, the new pains throbbing from his bite marks over the angel's scars, the feel of his length continuing to travel deeper inside her. Her hands moved to his shoulders and gripped them tightly as she threw her head back. She couldn't take it anymore! A scream tore out of her throat as she went over the edge.

"MALPHASSSSS!" She screamed out.

The demon used her bliss as a way to help him push his remaining length inside her. Once all the way inside her, he paused. He looked over her flushed face, eyes closed, lips parted with beautiful moans escaping her lips. His clawed hands reached up and gently stroked her flushed cheeks. She slowly opened her brown eyes filled with love. He nuzzled her nose. She moved her arms around his neck again.

"Frances."

"Malphas."

They both sighed, lovingly. After a few minutes of merely looking at each other, feeling the overwhelming love they have for one another, Malphas' hands slid down her face to her neck (Which caused her to let out a sigh as she arched her head back.) to her shoulders down to her hands. He gathered them and brought them to his lips. He kissed each of her fingers. He lifted her hand to kiss each of her wrists.

"Malphas." She sighed again softly, moving off his length partway before lowering herself back down.

The demon closed his eyes and groaned. Frances smiled. She lifted herself up again with Malphas' assistance by lifting her arms up. She lowered herself down. The demon ran his hands back to her hands. He raised them to his horns and wrapped her fingers around them. He kissed down her arm.

"Such a beauty." He murmured against her skin.

She used his horns to lift herself up and down against the demon as his head lowered to her breast where he enveloped her left nipple into his mouth as his hands ran down her body to wrap around her buttocks and lower back. Her moans and pants came heavier, louder, and longer. He assisted her as she lifted herself up and down his length. After a little while, his demon tongue licked across the swell of her breast, under his bite mark, licking her blood that dripped from his mark. His warble/purr grew louder at the taste of her blood and the fact that his marks were staying. His tongue continued its journey to her right breast. He enveloped her nipple as she lowered herself. She threw her head back.

"My-My demon!" She gasped, releasing a come-hither whimper right after.

"My Frances." He murmured against her nipple.

She began to move faster. The demon growled. His eyes flashed. He removed his mouth from her nipple to look into her eyes. His arms wound around her upper back; his nails dug into her flesh. He began to thrust into her using his demon speed. She let out a loud gasp. Her hands tightened on his horns. Her gasps became frantic.

"Malphas!"

"Frances!"

"My demon!"

"My sweet human!"

"My crow demon!"

"My strong human!"

"MALPHASSSS!"

"FRANCESSSS!"

They both went over the edge. The demon's wings flared out. They both paused for breath. Her arms ran up his horns as far as she could reach before releasing them to fall through his silky hair to wrap around the demon's neck. Her head lowered to his shoulder, feeling his tendrils caressing her face and body as she leaned into him, her body still twitching.

She nuzzled his neck as the demon tightened his arms around her back pulling her closer, his breath back to normal as she tried to get her breathing under control. She kissed his neck lovingly.

Frances: I love~~~~~~ you, Malphas.

She sang breathily. His warble/purr continued as he trailed kisses along her chest. He couldn't resist kissing his mark causing her to shiver in response. He smirked, moving above his mark.

Malphas: I love~~~~~~ you, Frances.

She smiled, contently. Her right hand ran through his hair while her left brushed against the feathers of his wings.

"My Malphas." She whispered softly.

She nuzzled his neck, her eyes closed as she slipped into the darkness of sleep. Her hands relaxing behind his back. The demon leaned up and kissed her flushed cheek.

"Yes. I am yours as you are mine, my sweet mate."

He stared at her beautiful prone form. He tenderly leaned her against the wall, moving his hands across her body to her cheeks. She shivered in her sleep. They both groaned quietly as they were still entwined. He stroked her cheeks tenderly.

After a few minutes, his left arm went around her back while his right went to hold her legs around him. He carried her, still impaled on him, to her bed. He laid down with her on top of him being careful not to wake her. He carefully let her legs rest on either side of him as she laid upon his chest. Malphas ran a clawed hand through her hair as the other ran up and down her backside to her buttocks.

Another few minutes passed as the demon relished the feel of his human in his arms. With a reluctant sigh, he carefully flipped her over so she was under him, his wings wrapped around her. He slowly extracted himself from her. He cleaned the two of them up. Once he finished, he gathered her into his arms, his wings curled around her protectively. A feather fell upon her cheek as her head rested on his chest. She snuggled deeper into his chest while rubbing her back against his feathers. Her eyes opened tiredly and hazily. She met his fuchsia eyed stare.

"Malphas…" She sighed, her eyes closing.

She tiredly reopened them, looking up at him. He tightened his hold upon her, his wings pressed firmly against her back. He nuzzled her nose, moving the feather down her cheek with the hand that was running through her hair.

"Go back to sleep, my darling." He murmured quietly.

She let out another contented sigh, snuggling into his chest once again. A few seconds later, she was sound asleep once more.

The demon watched her sleep, cradled in his arms. His hand moving through her hair while the other remained wrapped around her back. She curled into him. He couldn't help, but compare her to a cat with the way she curled into him. And yet, she was his songstress, his temptress, his weakness, his strength, and by the time this was finished…

When the time drew near, he gently rolled her onto his wings, unfurling her from her curled up form. He once again lifted her head and opened her mouth. He bit into his wrist. He held it to her mouth. He smiled as she reflexively swallowed his blood after the sixth drop.

"That's it my mate. Drink it all up."

He smiled when she swallowed again after the eleventh drop. He pulled his hand away. He licked it, healing instantly. Once again, he spoke in Latin,

"Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae."

He watched and waited. She started convulsing even more harshly than earlier, little sharp gasps escaped her lips as she contorted. Malphas held her tightly to him taking the jerks her body bestowed upon him. After a minute had passed, the clock struck midnight. Directly above the mansion, the full moon gleamed ever so brightly in time with the bright glow from the demon's mark under her bed. Her body relaxed with another sigh. The demon ran his hand through her hair as his other arm remained around her waist. Pulling her flush against him with the sheets and comforter around them as well as his wings. He watched his precious mate sleep.

The following morning, the sunlight streamed into Frances' room, basking the room with its bright glow. Malphas' human hand gently ran up and down her back. She stirred slowly, a soft groan escaped her lips at the pain on her chest and stomach. A hand lifted off the demon's chest to rub her right eye as a yawn escaped her lips. The demon began to warble at the adorable action. She then moved her arms above her head in a stretch. She groaned then winced as the pain between her legs made itself known to her. She relaxed against him, her hands going around his neck. As she made to open her eyes, the demon's lips came upon hers. She smiled into the kiss. The demon's warble grew louder. Their warmth and love swirled through them. Malphas' hand traveled down her body. His hand grew warm. He pushed her over so he hovered above her.

She gasped as he slipped two of his warm fingers inside her.

"Malphas." She sighed against the demon's lips.

"Such a strong human." He murmured against her lips.

He slowly stroked inside her. The second her hips raised to meet his thrusts, he pulled his fingers out.

She opened her eyes, looking at him confused. He smirked, finding her confusion adorable. He kissed her lips again in a short, soft kiss. He pulled away.

"That was merely to help you feel better after the rough way I took you last night."

She smiled widely. She did feel a little better. It still ached a bit, but definitely not as much as before. She nuzzled her nose against his. She pressed her lips to his. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. After a few minutes, they pulled away with her gasping for breath. He smirked down at her, relishing in her gasp. He moved off the bed, gathered her into a bridal carry that had her wrapping her arms around his neck and moved towards the bathroom. Once inside, he latched onto her neck as he lowered her into the bath. She tensed ever so slightly once in the bath, but relaxed quickly from his attention on her neck. Once he felt her relax, he moved away from her, taking out a pair of gloves from an inner pocket of his tailcoat. He pulled them on, ensuring their tightness. He cleared his throat and began to go through her schedule for the day.

"I want you to stay in this bath for forty-five minutes, after which I shall assist you in getting dressed. Once dressed, breakfast shall be eaten in your room as I have woken you later than usual."

Malphas paused, knowing she would ask. He watched as her eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted slightly.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"Nine o'clock." He answered.

Frances' eyes widened.

"Mal—"

He cut her off with a kiss that he wouldn't let her pull away from. She melted into the kiss after a few seconds. He pulled away, smirking at her small whimper.

"You are my mate." He explained, "I must take care of you, especially when I ravish you roughly."

A blush spread upon her cheeks. She reached up and cupped his cheeks.

"You are too good to me." She whispered.

Malphas' warble began again. They leaned towards each other to embrace in another kiss. They pulled away after a few moments. Once they parted, with her gasping, she caressed his cheek. He leaned into her touch for a moment before standing to his full height.

"After breakfast," He continued as if the interruption hadn't happened, "you shall look over the company reports from the states then you may work on your oils and potions."

She nodded.

"All right. Thank you, Malphas." She said.

He bowed.

"I shall leave you to your forty minute bath."

He left the room.

Once he did, Frances relaxed into her bath. When the forty minutes drew closer to its end, she began to wash herself. As she washed her front, she looked over the bite marks that now covered her skin where the angel's feathers struck. They no longer resembled stars, but rather sharp teeth marks. She trailed the cloth over them then her fingers. She winced slightly. They hurt just a little. She continued cleaning herself. The pain would be gone later today, same with the dull ache in between her legs. She moved onto her hair. Once that was finished, she rinsed off and drained the tub. She stepped out of the tub only to be wrapped in a fluffy towel as she felt his presence. He dried her off. Once he finished, he wrapped the towel around her body, picked her up bridal style, and carried her to her room. He dressed her in a pretty light blue day dress with brown boots, the sides of her hair were pinned up out of her face.

Once she was dress and had breakfast, Malphas escorted Frances to her Office where he left her to another day of work.

*Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae means change the body, change the blood, let the darkness flood your soul.