A/N: Hello, everyone! There are two bits of sexual content. There is a line where it starts and where it ends! Enjoy!

Chapter Seventeen: The Fourth Dose

Another few days had passed. Frances was currently in her Office working on what little paperwork she had when she felt his darkness surround her. Her eyes closed as she felt his smokey tendrils caress up and down her body. Her bottom lip trembled as a whimper escaped. She placed down her pen so she wouldn't accidently ruin her papers.

"M-Mal-ph-as." She breathed, trembling.

A dark chuckled filled the room. She felt his gloved hands on her shoulders. His head lowered to her neck where he nibbled, licked, sucked, and bit her flesh. She raised her hands to his. Her nails scraped up his arms to rest around his neck. Malphas growled and bit her flesh harshly. Frances jerked and cried out. The tendrils of darkness wrapped around her, gently binding her ankles and wrists together.

"Malphas." She whimpered.

"Precious mate." He murmured into her ear.

The blood trickled down the side of her neck from his bite. He licked it up. She shivered.

"Nngh." She whimpered, tilting her head to give him more access.

The demon smirked against her neck. He nuzzled into it. His arms quickly picked her up and in the blink of an eye, they were in her room. The second they entered her room, Malphas transformed into his true form. She shivered as she felt his bones stretch, his tendrils of darkness continued to caress her skin.

"Mal—"

He cut her off with a kiss. Warmth flooded through them. Her fingers ran through his hair. He pushed her against the wall of her room.

The tendrils of darkness unwound around her legs, his transformed claws shredded her clothing before the tendrils pulled her extremely wide. She gasped. Malphas inserted his tongue deep inside her mouth. Her body arched closer to him. He stepped closer to her, slowly filling her. She pulled away from the kiss, a long, loud moan escaped her lips. Her hands gripped his hair tightly. His clawed hands ran up and down her body as his head lowered to her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth. She threw her head back with a loud gasp. When he neared the end of his length, Frances thrusted herself on the remaining length at the same time as he thrusted. They both moaned.

"Good woman." He complimented, cupping her breasts.

"M-Mal-ph-as." She sighed.

He slowly moved in and out of her. Their passion began to build. Soon, they screamed in ecstasy. Frances' body trembled and twitched as her head leaned against his shoulder. Her head turned towards his neck. She inhaled and shivered, smelling his warm scent of a fireplace. Both Malphas and Frances groaned. Malphas thrusted himself in and out of her seven more time. The both of them went over the edge once again.

"I love you, Malphas." She breathed, heavily before passing out, overwhelmed by their pleasure.

Malphas nuzzled his nose into her chest, giving the skin there a little lick. He lifted his head to see her prone form. His clawed hands reached up to her face. He gently cupped her cheeks.

"I love you, my Frances." He whispered, lovingly.

He kissed her lips lightly. She sighed into his mouth. The demon chuckled. He slowly extracted himself from inside her. He lifted her into his arms before her body could fall. He placed her on the bed, allowing his tendrils of darkness to release her wrists. They started to fall. He caught them, bringing them to his lips. A bit of fang showed from his open mouth as he leaned in to kiss them. He lowered them to her stomach. He moved her to the bed where he laid her down then cleaned the two of them up. He gently caressed her face with his clawed hands as he waited. Once it was time, he readjusted her so she was in his lap, her head tilted back slightly, mouth opened. He bit into his wrist and placed it to her lips. She swallowed the first drop and let out a quiet moan as if it tasted delicious.

"That's right, precious mate. Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae.*"

He waited. Her body started to twitch, stretch, and snap. He held her through it. Once the sixty seconds finally passed, her body collapsed against him. She curled closer to him. His hand ran through her hair.

"Good woman. Relax now. The pain will soon dissipate."

He kissed her forehead. He allowed her to rest for an hour before waking her.

"…rances. Frances, my love. Come now, it is time to wake up."

Frances slowly stirred. She rubbed her face against Malphas' chest. Her tongue lightly licked his chest. The demon growled in pleasure. He rolled her over so she was on her back and he hovered over her. His fuchsia eyes dancing with lust. She smiled as she reached up and cupped his face. He leaned into her touch. He turned and kissed the palm of her right hand before turning back. His clawed hand trailed down her legs causing her eyes to close and a small whimper escaped her lips.

"Too tempting, my darling. (He leaned closer to her lips.) We shall continue tonight, my precious mate."

She shivered at his seductive tone. She pulled his face down and kissed him. He returned the kiss as warmth flooded through them, their song echoing loudly through their souls. They pulled away after a few minutes.

"Malphas." She gasped.

Malphas smirked. He quickly changed her as she got her breathing under control. He changed back into his human form and dressed in his butler uniform.

Once she was dressed, Malphas escorted Frances back to her Office.

That night at the stroke of midnight after a passionate round of love-making with his mate, the full moon glowed brightly in time with the symbol under her bed. He fed her the appropriate number of drops and held her as her body jerked, stretched, and snapped. Once she relaxed, he pulled her onto his chest, allowing her to rest.

Another few days had passed with lessons, another planned outing with Alois, and tea time with Grell. Lately however, she had been longing to visit her siblings though she was slightly concerned about planning it. Malphas had sensed her longing and concern.

"My love?" He asked her, as he poured her afternoon tea for her.

She looked up at him.

"Hm? Yes, Malphas?" She asked.

He placed her tea on the desk for her.

"You've been missing your siblings yet, you are reluctant to go, why?" He asked her.

She looked away.

"I'd-I'd want you to come with me. I frightened Bridgett terribly when I felt you getting answers. And while she knows you are safe and have returned… She misses you, as do Irene and Marcelo. And… I do not think I can bear to be without you, but… I can't just expect you to come with me. Not only that if you did come with me, the Young Master would be vulnerable to Claude. And, if Claude is still watching us, they could be in danger." She explained.

Malphas grinned at her. He lifted her into his arms. She gasped surprised. Malphas began to warble/purr as he nuzzled her neck as he sat in her chair with her in his lap.

"M-Malphas!" She gasped, startled.

"You truly think of everything don't you?" He asked, looking deep into her brown eyes.

"But, of course, after all, this world is dangerous. They don't need to deal with any darkness like they have before. They at least deserve to remain innocent to how dark the world can be."

"And what about you?"

"My life has always been surrounded by darkness. I welcome it for without it, I wouldn't have been drawn to you." She explained, caressing his cheek, a light blush on her cheeks.

Malphas growled in pleasure. He kissed her long and deep. She returned the kiss with equal gusto. Their song soaring through their souls. Her hands wrapped around his neck. He clutched her back, bringing her closer to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away, relishing her gasp. He moved his hand from her back to cup her chin. They leaned their foreheads against each other as Frances got her breathing under control.

"You have always had the control and thoughts of a demoness. You never cease to amaze me, Frances."

Her eyes widened. That was quite the compliment. Being compared to a demoness.

"Malphas…" She whispered, tears filling her eyes.

The demon smiled at her. He gently wiped under her right eye just a tear was about to slip down.

"I am sure the Young Master would not mind a trip to visit the factories in the states." Malphas stated, running his gloved finger under her eye repeatedly, "Especially, if you ask."

She looked at him, excitedly. He moved his hand away from her face as she threw her arms around him with a giggle. He wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug.

"I love you, Malphas."

He warbled/purred as he buried his head into her hair.

"I love you, Frances."

She pulled away from him with a bright smile. Then suddenly, she frowned.

"What about Claude or any of the other demons of the Trancy household?" She asked.

"I am sure you can gauge Alois' response to you telling him when you go over for your play date." Malphas said.

She nodded.

"All right. (She got up and pulled him by his hand.) Come on. Let's go ask Ciel." She said.

Malphas chuckled and allowed her to pull him out the room and to the Young Master's Office. Sebastian knocked on the door.

"Come in." The Young Earl called.

Sebastian opened the door for her.

"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome." Sebastian answered.

They walked in. Sebastian closed the door behind them. They made their way to the Young Master's desk.

"Ciel, would you like to join me to visit the factories of the states?"

Ciel raised his eyebrow.

"I… miss my siblings. And I can't be without Sebastian for two weeks… We also can't leave you alone, not with Alois and Claude on the loose." She admitted, "Please, Ciel?"

Ciel stared at her. She rarely saw her family before she had died and while that was her choice, he couldn't deny her seeing them again whenever she asked. He sighed, looking away.

"Very well. What day?"

"Any time after Friday which is when I see Alois. Though, it also depends on if I feel confident Alois won't order Claude to watch over us."

The Young Master nodded understandingly.

"Very well. We shall schedule it for next Tuesday."

Frances smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Ciel!"

He nodded.

"You're welcome. Now, go work on your paperwork."

She giggled softly.

"Very well. See you later, Ciel."

"See you later, Frances." Ciel said, placing a hand to his head.

Frances returned to her Office.

Friday was soon upon them. Baldroy once again escorted her for she and Sebastian felt it was safer for him to stay with the Young Master as long as he was made aware of everything that was going on just as he was last time. Once in front of the golden estate, Baldroy pulled on the reigns, prompting the horses to stop. The door was open by Claude. He bowed.

"Welcome, Lady Frances." Claude said.

"Good morning, Claude." She greeted back.

He held out his hand. She accepted it. She stepped out into the warm sun. She was wearing a light blue dress with white lace, black boots upon her feet. Her hair was done up into two buns. In her hands was the plate of chocolate chip cookies she made last night. She smiled at the servants that were lined up before looking at Alois who was wearing a green jacket with black shorts. He was waving excitedly at her.

"Frances!" He exclaimed, running up to her.

His arms wrapped around her the second her feet touched the ground. She smiled as she wrapped her arm around him.

"Hello, Alois." She greeted.

He pulled back a little. He eyed the plate.

"What's that? Is it for me?" He asked.

Frances smiled.

"I brought chocolate chip cookies for us to share, if that's all right."

He smiled and nodded.

"I love chocolate chip cookies!" He exclaimed excitedly.

Frances' smile widened.

"I'm glad. So, what do you have planned today?"

Alois smiled. He took her hand and dragged her into the gardens. They stopped at an indention of the garden where some red roses were planted and a small white table in the middle of it. Alois took the plate of cookies and set them on it. He turned back to her with a bright smile.

"We are going to play tag again! (He reached forward and touched her arm.) Tag! You're it!"

He took off running. Frances laughed. She took off after the boy.

After a few hours and eating lunch then playing a bit more, they sat on the walkway, looking up at the sky that held a few clouds. They munched on the chocolate chip cookies Frances brought. Frances looked over at Alois. She smiled softly as he watched the clouds roll by, trying to name the shapes they created.

"Hey Alois." She called softly.

He looked at her with a "Hm?". She smiled as she saw a bit of chocolate smeared on the corner of his mouth, crumbs all over his face. She pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of her dress. She cleaned his mouth for him. She slowly lowered the handkerchief when she was done.

"Can… I ask a personal question?"

He looked at her with conflict. After a few minutes of him debating internally (All of which she felt.), he said,

"Sure."

"Who is Luca? (Alois' eyes widened. He was about to ask how she knew that name, but she answered the question before he could.) You whimpered his name when you fell asleep on me as I was reading to you. (She paused, feeling the conflict he had. It was… overwhelming. He wanted to tell her, yet it seemed too painful to bring up. She gently took his hand. He looked at her startled.) You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to, Alois."

Alois still looked and felt conflicted. Then he felt sad and resigned.

"He's my brother. My actual brother. I-I lost him in a fire in the village we lived in. After our parents died, everyone treated us like horseshit (Frances frowned in disapproval of the language, but let it go. The song she sang last time, played in her head, the second after he said, "My actual brother.". So, she knew this was the truth.). I-I wanted everyone, everything annihilated, but… not him. He-He was all I had left (Alois began to cry.) and now…"

"Oh, Alois." Frances said, moving closer to the boy and wrapping him in a warm hug.

"Wh-What are you doing?! I didn't say you could hug me! Let me go! Let me go! (She didn't. Instead, she held him tighter, pulling him onto her lap, running her hand through his hair. He struggled even more. She began to hum his song softly. Slowly, his struggles stopped. He wrapped his arms around her, burying his head into her chest.) I-I'm sorry, Mother."

She merely continued humming and holding him as he cried until the song was over and the tears had slowly stopped.

"That is why you want Ciel, isn't it? To replace him as your brother."

He nodded, rubbing his eye.

"Oh, Alois. It doesn't work that way. You can't force someone to love you. The right people will love you for who you are."

"Like Claude and you?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Well, I don't know about yours and Claude's relationship, however, it does take demons a bit of time to learn to love." She said, "Does Claude even join you in anything?"

Alois looked away in thought for a moment. He frowned.

"Not really." He said, shaking his head.

"Maybe in time, he'll learn to love, but don't get lost in the ways of a spider as they can spin the greatest of all lies. You must feel the love within your heart, even if it is painful." She said, running a hand through his hair.

He leaned against her chest, fisting the fabric of her dress. She placed a kiss upon his forehead.

"Come on." She said, gently pushing him off her lap.

He stood up and watched her stand as well. She dusted off her dress. She lifted her head, reached her hand out, and touched the boy's shoulder.

"Tag! You're it!" She shouted before taking off running down the pavement.

"Hey!" Alois exclaimed, running after her.

They played for another few hours. Neither of their energies seemed to be giving out.

Claude approached them to announce that it was dinnertime. He was surprised the lord told her of his brother—the true story of his brother. His flickering emotions that changed so quickly, annoyed him greatly and yet… They didn't seem to bother her at all. It was rather strange as the humans his lord interacted with his flickering emotions caused them to hate him, but with her… She handled them with grace, finesse, and… love. Whatever that meant. To humans, it meant all sorts of things. It depends on the human. In this creature's case, it meant dealing with the boy's eccentric mood swings by holding him, playing with him. He didn't want to admit it, but she could handle his strange moods better than him. However, once she turned, he would not permit her to be with the boy. Though… He watched his Highness tag the woman. The both of them laughing. It may make him more mouth-watering as his flickering flames seemed to become a roaring inferno with her around. He just wasn't sure. He would have to wait.

"Your Highness. (He turned to Frances.) My lady. It is time for dinner."

They both smiled at him.

"All right." She answered from the ground.

Alois helped her up. They approached him. He turned and began leading the way back to the manor. As they approached the backdoor, Frances noticed a new spider in the corner, sitting in its web.

"A new spider, I see."

"Mm-hm." Alois hummed with his hands behind his back.

"How many do you have on the property?" Frances asked looking at Alois curiously.

Alois looked at Claude. Frances also turned her gaze to Claude.

"One hundred and eighty." Claude stated.

Frances nodded.

"That's a lot." She commented, turning her gaze back to the spider.

It moved closer to the edge of its web, as if to listen to them better.

"You aren't afraid of them, Miss?" Claude asked.

Frances shook her head.

"Not really. I mean, if one crawls on me unexpectedly, I'll get startled, but they have their beauty too." She said.

She heard the low growl in her head. She sent him love and calmness. Claude stared at her in utter surprise. After a second, he cleared his throat and opened the door for them.

"Thank you." Frances said.

He inclined his head. They continued to the dining room. After Claude pushed in their chairs, he excused himself to get dinner.

"Alois, before dinner gets underway, I wanted to let you know that Ciel and I are going to the states to visit our factories."

He pouted.

"How long are you staying in the states for?" He asked.

"For two weeks. From the eight to the sixteenth." She informed him.

He crossed his arms and pouted even more.

"I won't see you at the balls." He stated, sadly.

"No. But, I promise to bring you something from my trip."

He gasped and brightened up immediately.

"A present? For me?"

"Just for you." She agreed with a bright smile at her own. Her brows furrowed for a moment as a random question popped into her mind, "When's your birthday?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"November fifth. Why?"

She smiled brightly once again.

"Just curious."

His eyebrow crawled higher.

"I see. When is your birthday?"

"March twenty-second."

He nodded. Claude appeared with a trolley of food. He set their plates down in front of them.

"Tonight's dinner is Parisian style flat meat with fried potatoes and white rice."

"Thank you, Claude."

"You're welcome, my lady. (He moved back to the trolley and picked up a bottle of wine.) To drink, we have a red wine or Earl Grey tea of Jackson."

"I'll take the Earl Grey please, Claude."

"Very well, Miss."

Claude elegantly poured the tea into cups that matched the plates.

"Thank you, Claude." Frances said, once he placed it on the table beside her plate.

"You're welcome."

Dinner was filled with reminiscing once again and questions about her trip to the states to which she answered. Thankfully, none of them were too inquiring and she felt safe enough to visit her siblings. She and Sebastian shared a mental smile. Once dessert was finished, she stated it was time for her to leave.

"Already?" He asked.

"I'm afraid so." She said.

He sighed sadly, standing from his chair.

"Hey, remember, no sad faces. I'll be back soon with a present."

"I'd rather have you." He stated, quietly.

She and the demons looked at him surprised. Tears filled her eyes. She stood and walked over to him. She hugged him tightly. He hugged her back.

"You… are too sweet, Alois."

He smiled and pulled her down so her ear was at his height.

"I like custards." He whispered into her ear.

She smiled as she looked at him. She lightly tapped him on the nose with her pointer finger.

"Then custard you shall get." She said.

He grinned widely. He turned to Hannah, his expression darkening.

"Hannah, go bring Baldroy."

"Yes, your Highness." She said, quietly.

She bowed quickly and left the room. Frances shook her head at the boy's demeaner as she straightened to her full height.

A few minutes later, Hannah returned with Baldroy.

"I take it you're ready to return home, Mistress?" Baldroy asked.

"Yes, Bard, I am." Frances said, nodding.

Alois walked them to the door, the rest of his servants followed. Once at the door, Frances turned back to him. She held out her arms. He walked into them. They wrapped their arms around one another, squeezing tightly. She kissed the top of his head.

"I love you, Alois."

He looked at her shocked.

"M-Mother…" He uttered, softly.

She smiled. She ran her hand through his hair once again.

"Be a good boy, Alois. I'll see you when I return." She said.

She moved away from him, waving goodbye.

"Mother, wait!" He called out.

Frances turned back and "Oomphed." softly when she felt him hug her again, his head buried in her bosom.

"I love you, too." He whispered.

She smiled and squeezed him back. He looked up at her and smiled. Her smile widened as she felt his happiness. She patted his head.

"I'll see you when I return." She said, moving towards the carriage.

"Bye, Mother!" He shouted, waving enthusiastically.

She turned around, waving back. She turned back to the carriage. Baldroy helped her in. She thanked him. Once seated and the door closed, Baldroy climbed into the driver's seat. Frances waved to Alois who waved back. They continued waving at one another until they were out of each other's sight.

As they made their way home, Frances couldn't help but be excited. She was going to visit her siblings and they were finally going to meet Ciel! She wanted to write them right now, however, she knew it would be best to wait until she got home.

A few hours later, they arrived home around ten sixteen. Frances was still rather energetic. It also didn't help that she sensed people were coming to the manor. Baldroy pulled to a stop in front of the manor. Sebastian opened the door for her.

"My Lady." He greeted, holding his hand out for her.

She took it, allowing him to assist her out. Her heels touched the ground.

"Thank you. Are you ready?" She asked.

He smirked at her. His eyes glowed slightly.

"Indeed."

They darted into the trees while Bard put the carriage and horses away.

All was silent. Frances could feel the greed from the four people approaching the manor. She watched as they moved past her and Sebastian's hiding spot behind one of the many trees on the Phantomhive grounds, holding guns at the ready. The two exchanged a look. They both nodded. Frances made her way towards the two men on the left as Sebastian took care of those on the right. Sebastian took out the first one with a quick slice of the man's throat. He caught him and placed him quietly on the ground so as not to disturb the other men. At the same time, Frances sliced one of the men's back and quickly covered his mouth so the other men couldn't hear. She placed him behind a bush. The other man turned around.

"Howard." The man called, "Quit playing around. We've got to get these brats' money!" He hissed.

Frances stepped around the bush she was behind. The man's eyes widened, lowering his gun slightly.

"L-Lady Harkness."

"Good evening, Sir." She greeted, taking a step forward.

The man took a step back. Suddenly, he glared. He lifted the gun. He opened his mouth to speak. She moved quickly. She kicked the gun out of his hand then ran him through the stomach with her sword. He gasped in shock. His eyes quickly saw nothing. He started to slide off her sword. She quickly retracted her sword and caught him, dragging him to Howard. Sebastian quickly yet quietly with only a whisper, slipped behind the last man. The man's eyes widened as a hand covered his mouth and he felt something at his neck. Sebastian leaned into his ear.

"You will never get my Mistress' nor my lord's money for you shall surely perish tonight. Good night." Sebastian stated, a sadistic smirk upon his face.

He slashed the man's throat. The man gave a light grunt before falling limb. Sebastian quickly made his body disappear before going and doing the same to the man he disposed of earlier. Once he finished with that, he made his way over to Frances. She turned to him with a smile. He smiled back. He quickly got rid of the bodies she had taken care of. Once he finished, he changed his gloves for clean ones. He returned to her side. He placed a hand on his heart and bowed, holding out his other hand for her.

"My Lady."

She smiled.

"Sebastian."

She took his hand. He straightened. He led her back to the front of the manor where Baldroy was just climbing the stairs. He turned back to them.

"Our guests are gone?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"But, of course. If I couldn't take care of a guest, what kind of butler would I be?" Sebastian asked with a smirk.

Bard smirked back. He opened the door for them. Frances thanked him. After Sebastian and Frances entered, Bard followed them, closing the door behind himself.

"I'm goin' to bed. Night." Bard said with a wave.

Frances looked over her shoulder as Sebastian continued to led her towards the stairs.

"Good night, Bard. Thank you for taking me."

"Yeah." He said, a yawn escaping his lips.

Once Bard was out of sight, Sebastian picked her up by the waist. In the blink of an eye, they were in her room. She was tossed onto the bed. She gasped. Malphas was over her instantly.

"You are mine." He growled, his eyes flashed fuchsia with thin cat eye slits.

She could feel his jealousy as his darkness encased the room. That same song came through her mind once again. She went to wrap her arms around the demon, however, he caught them, pulling them above her head. She furrowed her brows.

"Malphas…"

"'Spiders have their beauty.'!" He spat at her, a bit of fang showing.

Frances' eyes widened. A wide smile formed upon her face. The demon's glare softened slightly with surprise. She gave a shake of her head in amusement.

"My beautiful crow demon. Are you truly jealous? (Before he could respond, she pressed her lips to his. He melted into it, kissing her back. Their song echoing through them. The hand holding her wrists together twitched lightly, loosening just a bit. She broke out of his grip, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her right hand going through his locks. She pulled away after a minute. His fuchsia eyes opened with lust filling them.) I love crows the most (Her hand lowered to his cheek, her face leaning so close, their lips nearly touched.), especially my crow."

The crow demon warbled in pleasure. His eyes became the thinnest of slits as his fuchsia eyes glistened in happiness, pleasure, and love. His mouth opened revealing his sharpening teeth.

His lips crashed into hers as his hands ripped her dress. Her hands went to his clothes and began taking them off. She had gotten the buttons of his tailcoat undone when she suddenly gripped the fabric as his gloved hands slid down her body. She broke the steamy kiss, a gasp escaped her lips. His warble grew louder. His hands moved to the fabric of her chemise, slowly ripping it off. Frances' hands pushed his tailcoat off. As she worked to take his vest off, she felt his tongue on her exposed thigh. She gasped. Her leg twitched. The demon chuckled in amusement. His tongue followed the path of her undergarment as he slowly took it off.

"M-Mal-ph-as." She gasped.

The demon bit her ankle. She whimpered.

"Mine." He growled, his tongue licking up the blood.

She took off his vest. Her hands undoing the buttons on his white shirt. His tongue trailed up her inner thigh.

Suddenly, she pushed him onto his back, her face hovering over his. Her body straddling his. Malphas blinked in surprise.

"I'm trying to undress you." She growled.

Malphas smirked. A chuckle escaped his lips as her hands undid the buttons on his white shirt unhindered. She pushed away the fabric from his shoulders. He allowed it to fall off easily. She tossed it to the floor. Her nails trailed across his chest to his right arm, running down it to his hand. She lifted it up. Her eyes met his lust filled stare as she lifted it to her mouth. She bit the fabric of his pointer finger and slowly slid it off. His warble grew louder as his eyes followed the action. Once it was off his hand, she let it drop into her hand. She tossed it to the floor as her head lowered to his hand. She began licking his hand. Her eyes closed as a moan came from the back of her throat. He tasted like smokey milk chocolate. She shivered. Her hand trailed down to undo his slacks. They easily became undone. She lifted her hips as she licked his pinky. His slacks easily slipped off. She placed a kiss upon the top of his hand. She trailed kisses up his arm as her nails scraped up his leg. She went to his neck. He tilted his chin up to give her more access. As she went to a certain spot, his warble hitched and his hands twitched. His tendrils of darkness rolled off him. He began to warble louder. His ungloved hand wrapped around her waist and began tracing her scars. She bit him as her hand pushed down his undergarments while the other went through his hair.

"My beautiful crow." She sighed against his neck, her nose nuzzling against him.

The demon's warble grew louder. She moved down his neck as his undergarment fell to the floor. She kissed across his chest to his left arm as her hand trailed up his leg. As she bit the fabric of his other glove, her hand wrapped around the demon's private anatomy. He threw his head back and groaned. She tugged and pulled the hardening flesh as she slid the fabric off, allowing it to fall to the floor with the other one. Her tongue traced his mark.

"Frances!" He groaned, thrusting his length into her hand.

She lowered his hand to his mark on her chest. Her eyes closed as he gently kneaded it, shuddering at the pleasure that coursed through her. Her hand over his hand, over his mark. She leaned her head towards his ear, purring quietly at the pleasure he was feeling as well as the pleasure of his hand on her mark. Their song echoed through their souls on repeat. She licked his ear.

"My dark crow."

He growled loudly, releasing his essence all over her hand and onto her thighs. She sighed happily, her head buried into his neck as he continued to come undone. She felt his tendrils gently caress her face. After a few seconds, he relaxed into the sheets. He felt her licking his neck. She lifted her head. Their eyes met, expressing so much love and obsession and possession. She let go of his hand on her chest (Though he left his hand on his mark on her, resuming kneading it.), moving it to cup his pale cheek. Her other hand moved from his sticky private anatomy up his chest to his cheek. Frances' eyes closed at the smell. It was… intoxicating. She slowly reopened her eyes. She moved the bang that fell across his face with her pinky.

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

Malphas continued warbling. His hand moved from her back to her cheek. His marked hand gently stoked his mark on her chest causing her to close her eyes and lean closer to his touch, purring loudly. Malphas smiled fondly.

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

She slowly opened her eyes. Her hands trailed down to his chest as she positioned herself over his private anatomy. She began to hum his song.

"My dark crow smiles." She sighed, pushing herself onto his length.

She gasped as it filled her. Malphas groaned. His eyes closed as his head tilted back.

"Yes, I do, precious mate." He groaned, his hand on her cheek slid down to rest on her hip.

She continued humming his song as she moved up and down him. His sticky scent was still…. Intoxicating. She lifted her hand to her lips and began licking his stickiness off her. A moan fell from her lips. Suddenly, she was flipped over. Malphas began slamming into her with his demon speed. Her eyes flew open for a second. They met Malphas' heated gaze. Her hand on his chest moved back to his cheek.

"M-Mal-ph-as!" She gasped, taking her hand from her mouth, grabbing the sheets under her.

"Frances!"

"My dark crow!"

"My beautiful creature!"

"My crow demon!"

"My accepting creature!"

"My MALPHASSSS!"

"FRANCESSS!"

They both went over the edge. Frances' nails dug into his face and the sheets under her. Malphas gripped her hip and his mark on her chest. After a few seconds, Malphas fell back into his body. His head fell in between where her head and shoulder meet. He held her by the waist as her body continued to shudder in pleasure, her back arched as she released her essence. He slowly moved his hand from his mark to wrap around her waist, his face nuzzled into her neck. His tongue lightly licked her. She collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath. Her hand on his cheek went to his hair, running through it.

"My crow, I love you." She whispered, lovingly yet breathlessly.

He placed a kiss on her neck.

"I love you, my precious Frances."

She smiled brightly. Her purr began again. The hand that was clutching the sheets, moved up his body to his chest, to his heart. Her eyes fluttered close. The hand running through his hair, rested on the nape of his neck. Malphas followed suit, burying his face even deeper into her neck, his arms going tighter around his mate.

Frances awoke with a yawn, feeling Malphas' body resting on her own. She could feel his even breaths on her neck. She could sense he was sleeping. She smiled, running one hand through his luscious locks, her other arm wrapped around his waist as she cuddled closer to him. She sang their song in their minds. Malphas began to stir. His arms tightened around her waist. His lips gently kissed her neck causing her to sigh.

"Good morning, my precious mate." The demon greeted against her neck.

"Good morning, my beautiful crow." She greeted back, a bright smile upon her face.

Malphas' warble/purr grew louder. He lifted his head to look into her brightly smiling face. Malphas gave her a tender smile. They both reached for the other's cheek, gently cupping it. Frances' thumb gently traced his cheek.

"I love you, my Malphas. I am yours as you are mine." She whispered, tenderly yet seriously.

A smirk spread across the demon's face. His hand trailed to her chin, gently tilting it further up, repeatedly rubbing her chin with his thumb.

"You are correct. I am yours as you are mine. As I've stated before, you make me calm, yet drive me crazy. You and your accepting ways. (He leaned closer to her lips.) I love you, my Frances."

He closed the gap between them. She kissed him back. They pulled apart after a few minutes with her gasping slightly. He rolled her off the bed with him. He quickly got dressed. He placed a kiss upon her forehead.

"Please excuse me, my darling. I must see to breakfast."

She smiled and nodded.

"Of course, Malphas."

He smiled. He left the room with one last look at her. Frances got dressed and did her morning routine. Once she finished, she happily wrote to her siblings humming a combination of their songs, telling them they would be visiting them. Once she finished, she sent it off to them. A few seconds later, she could feel their excitement and then their surprise and happiness. She giggled excitedly. She skipped to the door as she felt his presence. She opened it. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, pulling him into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, returning the loving kiss. They pulled away after a few minutes, sharing a smile. She took his hand and held it as she led him down the hallway. He caught up and walked beside her.

"They are excited as well as surprised." Sebastian commented.

"Mm-hm. They are indeed. I can't wait to see them." She said, excitedly.

He smiled at her. They continued to walk down to the second landing. They stopped. He turned to her and lifted her hands to his lips.

"My Lady." He said, kissing her hand.

"My demon." She whispered.

He smiled as his eyes met hers from under his lashes. He slowly released her hand. He turned and climbed up the stairs. She only had to wait a few minutes as the servants came and lined up.

"Good morning, Frances." They greeted.

"Good morning." She greeted in return.

A bright smile upon her face as she walked down the stairs. She made her way to the dining room, Little Man Tanaka followed after her. Once she reached the door, he stepped forward, holding it open for her.

"Thank you, Tanaka."

"Ho, ho, ho."

Once she was through, the door closed behind her. Little Man Tanaka returned to the other servants. Frances sat waiting for Ciel. She hummed the 'Jewel Song' from Faust happily as she played on her imaginary piano. A few minutes later, she felt his presence before the door opened. She stopped her humming to smile brightly at Sebastian and then Ciel.

"Good morning, Ciel." She greeted.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Good morning." He greeted back.

Sebastian pulled out his chair. Ciel sat down, Sebastian pushed him in.

"Excuse me, my lord, my Frances."

Sebastian walked to the kitchen. Ciel looked over at her.

"I take it we will be going to the states?" He asked.

Her smile grew wider.

"Yes, indeed." She said, excitedly.

He gave a small smile. He nodded.

"Very good, then."

She smiled. He lost the smile as Sebastian entered the room. She shook her head slightly. Breakfast was served with its usual flair. The rest of the day was filled with music, paperwork, and oils and potions as well as some dancing between her and Sebastian.

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