A/N: Hello, hello! I hope you all are ready for this! A few things! I am posting two chapters today! And there are three bits of sexual content! As usual, there is a line where it starts and where it ends. Also, there is a bit of description that may be disturbing to some people. There will be a line where it starts and where it ends. Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Final Dose. The Final Result.
The days continued to pass. Frances was getting excited about Malphas' birthday. She had everything prepared, including receiving her dress and the other items from Nina and picked up his last present. She had skipped down the halls and danced with Malphas as she sang the songs that made her happy and lifted her soul up high. She also continued doing her paperwork, making her oils and potions, and her lessons. She also took Ciel's paperwork when Lady Elizabeth stopped by to ask him to go shopping with her and was no longer indebted to him. Lizzie wanted her to join as well, however, she declined so they could spend some alone time together… Well, with Sebastian as their escort. Lizzie was ecstatic about the prospect while the Young Master held a slight resignation with a slight feel of happiness.
Today, was the day before Malphas' birthday.
Malphas watched his mate sleeping peacefully on his chest. Today was the last day. Deep inside, he could feel his nerves. She made him feel this way. Making him feel new things. He knew she would accept it however, he worried over her reaction. He knew she would eventually accept it as she always accepted things, however… He pushed the feelings away as he felt her stir.
Frances awoke in Malphas' human arms. She let out a contented purr and sigh as she nuzzled her nose against his chest. Malphas' warble/purr grew louder. His hand ran through her hair while the other ran up and down her side occasionally stroking her buttocks. She stretched her body out, her arms going above his shoulders as her legs straightened and ran down his black pant leg, her back arching as her head lifted slightly from his chest. Malphas smirked. His hand followed as her body relaxed with a hum, her arms wrapped around his neck. She lifted her head with that beautiful smile.
"Good morning, Malphas." She sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Malphas opened his mouth, allowing his warble/purr to sound as he greeted her back.
"Good morning, my precious mate."
They leaned towards one another, Malphas lifting her by her buttocks. Their lips connected in a passionate kiss. Their song and warmth filled them. Malphas' hand stopped at the back of her head, his other hand trailed a few scars on her back. She sighed into the kiss with a purr escaping her lips. Malphas smirked against her lips. After a few minutes, they parted with her gasping for breath. Malphas moved his hand so he could caress her cheek. She leaned into his hand as she got her breathing under control. Her eyes opened slowly, looking lovingly into his red eyes that held adoration.
"Malphas." She sighed.
Her hands moved down his neck causing the demon to shiver. Her hands trailed to his cool smooth pale cheeks.
"Frances." He purred, nuzzling her nose.
He rested his forehead against hers.
"Hmm. Too tempting, my seductress." He murmured.
He pulled her up with him and rolled her to the side of the bed seated as he stood beside it. He rolled over the tea trolley. The tea set was a pretty light blue with gold designs.
"This morning's tea is Darjeeling of Fortnum and Mason." He said, elegantly pouring the hot beverage into a teacup.
She smiled as she watched him and as the smell reached her nose. He held it out to her a few minutes later.
"Thank you." She said, accepting the cup.
He bowed.
"Excuse me, Frances. I must see to breakfast."
She nodded.
"Of course."
He smiled at her, straightened, then turned and walked to the door. He gave her one last look before walking out the room, closing the door softly behind him. She drank her tea happily. Their song still flowed through her soul. She finished her tea a few minutes later. She placed it on the trolley. She spun around humming hers and Malphas' song as she danced her way to her closet. She chose the purple dress he bought for her birthday with matching heels. As she danced her way to the dresser, hers and Malphas' song ended. She instantly went into 'The Jewel Song' from "Faust". She pulled out a white chemise and white stockings. She made her way back to the bed, placing the heels upon the floor. She began dressing as she danced and sang, excited for tomorrow. Once she was dressed, she made her way to the bathroom singing 'Music of the Night'. She brushed her hair, placing it up in a half up, half down do, using a matching dark purple ribbon to tie it up, allowing the excess pieces to fall against the back of her head. She spun elegantly on her toes, still singing. The song was lifting her higher as music always did. She danced her way towards the full length mirror. She smiled as she looked herself over. Her eyes catching Malphas' in the mirror.
Frances: Only then, can you belong~~~~ to~~~~~ me~~~~~~ (Her right hand reached behind her to his cheek while the other went behind his neck. Malphas warbled. His tendrils leaking out of him. His eyes flashed.)
Malphas/Frances: Floating~~~~ (His left hand trailed down her arm and body while his right ran across her stomach. Her head leaned against his shoulder with a sigh.) falling~~, sweet intoxication (His nose skimmed her neck causing her to sigh breathily and tilt her head to give him more access. His nose inhaled her peachy rose scent and… arousal. He shivered with a growl.) Touch me (His body pressed closer to her. Her head leaned back even more against his shoulder.), trust me (He whispered into her ear, his tendrils caressed it as well as his breath. She shivered and sighed.), savor each sensation (His hand ran up between her breasts while his other hand ran up the side of her body. "Malphas." She sighed. He smirked. He pulled her hand from around his neck, turning her to face him.). Let the dream begin~~, let your darker side give in (She shivered as he leaned in towards her lips.) to the power of the music that I write (He twirled her, pulling her flush against him, face to face.), the power of the music of~ the~~ night~~~~ (He gently caressed her cheek to her chin repeatedly rubbing it, enjoying her breathlessness. Her eyes opened as the instrumental part finished. Her hands cupped his cheeks.)
You alone can make my~~ song~~~~ take~~~ flight~~~~~~~; help me~~~, make~~ the~~ music~~~ of~~~~ the~~~~ nigh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~t!*
They stared at one another, breathing heavily.
*This… creature…*
Frances smiled. She leaned up and kissed his lips. Malphas returned the kiss in full. Their song and warmth filled them once again. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him. She let out a come-hither whimper as Malphas rocked into her as she rocked into him at the same time. They pulled away after a few minutes, though, she could feel he was really reluctant to. He leaned his forehead against hers, his thumb still rubbing against her chin. She slowly closed her eyes then slowly reopened them, looking into the demon's lust filled gaze that matched hers.
"You… are ever too tempting, my mate."
She smiled, lovingly.
"Malphas." She sighed.
He backed away from her with a slight clearing of his throat. He recomposed himself. He offered his arm.
"Shall we, my lady?"
She accepted it, leaning into his side.
"We shall."
He led her to the dining room where the Young Master was already seated at the dining table. He pulled out her chair beside the Young Master. She sat. He pushed her in. She turned her head up with a smile.
"Thank you." She said.
He bowed.
"You're welcome, my Lady. Please, excuse me."
He left for the kitchen. Frances' smile was wide as she looked at nothing in particular. Ciel looked at her with a small smile. He returned to his newspaper. He would never admit it to her, but when she sang, it calmed him and reminded him of the way she interacted with her siblings. Sebastian was right. Her transitions were as smooth as a demon's and yet, despite that… A frown made its way upon his lips. Would she accept what he had done to her? She was accepting of everything—Grim Reapers, demons, ghosts, gods, hell she was even accepting of angels. He gripped his paper slightly just as quickly loosening it. Frances looked over at him, feeling his anger spike slightly before just as quickly disappearing.
"Are you all right, Ciel?" She asked.
He glanced at her for a moment. He returned to his paper. She would accept it, eventually. If she was able to handle imprisonment for several years, she would accept this.
"I'm fine."
Frances nodded.
"Very well."
Sebastian walked through the door with their food on a trolley. He rolled it over to them. He set the first plate in front of the Young Master then Frances.
"Today's breakfast consists of pancakes with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and a whole loaf of bread for you, my Lady, and a slice of bread for you, my lord." Sebastian announced as he removed the lids. He continued with their drinks, "For your drinks its freshly squeezed orange juice." Sebastian announced, setting a glass of said drink in front of each of them.
"Thank you, Sebastian. This looks and smells amazing." Frances complimented.
He smiled as he bowed.
"You're welcome, my lady."
He straightened and returned to the trolley. He planned on making all her favorites today and tomorrow. His eyes flashed as a smirk spread upon his lips.
Once breakfast was consumed, Sebastian followed after the two of them as they made their way to their Office. They parted with, "Have a good day." at the Young Master's Office. As the Young Master entered his Office, Frances and Malphas brushed their hands against each other, looking at one another with loving smiles. Sebastian broke the connection first, going back down the hallway they just came from while Frances went to her Office, but not without a few glances to her demon. She entered her Office, sat down at her desk, and got to work.
Or… at least… try to work. Her… arousal was slightly higher than usual. As was her need for Malphas. Her hand tingled as it always did when she thought of her demon. A sigh escaped her lips. She pushed down her arousal as she sang 'Wandering Child' and various other calming melodies including purely instrumental pieces. They helped her focus on her work and pushed her arousal away.
Malphas could feel his mate's arousal. He had wanted to ravish her the second their song echoed through her soul. Her immense happiness as she sang… It filled him with such pleasure. He knew she wanted it as well however, he knew that if he started, he would have lost control and ravish her far longer. As a butler, he had his other duties to attend to, so he forced himself to wait. But now... He looked away from the ceiling as he shuddered. His hand tingle became stronger. He continued to clean the library. A smile came upon his face the second her mind started singing different songs. His arousal too dissipating slightly. However…
However… As the clock neared eleven in the morning, the arousal and need came back strongly. She knew he would be coming for her as he had for the last five months. She swallowed the need, singing 'Wandering Child' louder in her mind. Once the song ended, she closed her eyes as she moved her finished papers to the side as well as her pen. She slowly, elegantly rose from her chair. A slight caress touched her shoulder from his darkness. Her eyes closed.
"Malphas…" She sighed.
His gloved hands wrapped around her waist. His warm body pressed flushed against her back. Her arms flew behind herself to wrap around his neck, her head leaning against his shoulder. Just from this touch alone, their song filled them along with that warmth and tingle sensation. His lips pressed to her cheek, trailing down to her ear. Her arms tightened around his neck curving her back slightly. His body followed her movement to maintain the contact.
"Talk to me, Frances." He murmured, huskily.
She whimpered as he softly bit her.
"Please." She breathed. She turned in his arms, maneuvering her arms back around his neck before they firmly slid down to his shoulders then chest. She looked up at him through her lashes. Her right hand trailed to his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his heated gaze never lifted from hers, "I need you, my Malphas." She breathed out.
Her lashes fluttered close as she tilted her head up to kiss him as her hand brought him down to her lips. Malphas smirked. His left hand trailed to her side and ran up it causing her to arch closer, even rising to her tiptoes as she moaned. His hand went to her chin. His fuchsia eyes glowed with the thinnest of slits.
"Please." She whimpered.
He loved seeing her this way. The way her eyebrows dipped, the way her eyelashes fluttered, the way her chin tilted, lips pursed, begging to be kissed. It didn't help when he could feel the need for him. He tugged her chin closer which also caused her body to move impossibly closer to him as another come-hither gasp escaped her.
"As you wish."
He pressed his lips against her own. They both moaned into the kiss as their song sang louder within their souls. Her hands tightened on his shoulder and cheek as his tightened around her waist. In the next second, his hands moved down and gripped under her legs, lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands moved to his neck, both hands running through his hair as their lips continued to connect over and over as he rushed out of her Office and to her room.
Suddenly, she was against the door. Her arms above her head with her legs spread apart and she was naked. Her eyes widened slightly. She looked up to see that she was being held by his tendrils of darkness again. Malphas growled. Her eyes snapped to his in time to see his slits grow thinner. His darkness flooded the room. She gasped as she felt it moved behind her. It felt sharp, strong, cold, and… seductive. She shivered as it scraped against her. Her eyes focused as she watched Malphas transform. A whimper fell from her lips as she saw he was naked. Her arms tried to pull against her bonds, know she couldn't escape them, but the urge to touch him and please him filled her soul.
"Malphas, please." She begged.
Malphas' left hand went to her hair, his claws scraped her scalp and down through her hair along her back as his right hand slowly trailed up her side. His naked body pressed against her, his private anatomy poking her thigh. She tilted her head up as a sharp gasp escaped her throat. His lips went to her ear as he returned his hand to the top of her head. As he ran his claw through her scalp, his hand ran down her side. His hand paused at the back of her head, and pulled harshly, making her look at him. She gasped.
"Tell me, Frances." He purred quietly, licking her ear.
Her eyes snapped open. She looked into his fuchsia eyes. Her wrists pulled against his tendrils that contained and caressed her skin. His eyes widened as they broke through his tendrils of darkness for one hand to touch his chest while the other wrapped around his waist to run over his wings. She leaned up against him onto her tiptoes as the other hand trailed his chest to his sharp chin. She pulled him closer until their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss that caused the demon's eyes to widen before they closed. A loud warble/purr escaped the back of his throat. Frances pushed herself closer to the demon's chest, feeling his warble course through her as their song played ever so louder in their souls. Her hand that held his chin, moved to his cheek then to the back of his head, her hands twisting through the locks, pushing him tighter to her lips. Malphas growled, his arm wrapped around her waist as he tightened his hold on her hair. She licked his bottom lip. He growled again, opening his mouth allowing her tongue to dart in and dance with his tongue. After a few minutes, she pulled away, gasping for breath. She leaned her head against his forehead as she caught her breath. Malphas needed to catch his as well.
"I need… to touch… you. It's… your birthday… tomorrow… I… should be… pleasing you." She said in between pants.
Her hand that was touching his wing moved to his shoulder and pushed him down. The demon smirked, allowing himself to fall. While she had considerable strength, it wasn't anywhere near it's potential just yet. And while she was able to turn him around whenever they laid together, it was different than when they were standing. His wings cushioned his fall. Her hand relaxed against his shoulder and slid down his chest, her legs were straddling his waist. Her hand moved from the back of his head across his wings before brushing against his neck to his cheek then to his feathers under his eyes. Malphas closed his eyes as he warbled in pleasure. His head nuzzled into her hand, unable to help himself. He loved when she touched his feathers. Her other hand trailed up and down his chest sometimes with her nails, other times with the pads of her fingers. She began to lightly kiss and nibble the flesh of his chest. Her face pressed closer as the tendrils of darkness caressed her body, including her private anatomy. She shivered against him.
"My Malphas." She sighed as she licked the center of his abs.
One hand remained wrapped around her waist while the other traced her scars.
"Frances." He groaned.
She smiled against his skin. Her body slid down still trailing kisses. They both gasped as his private anatomy touched her private anatomy. Her hands trailed to his shoulders as she slowly pushed herself onto his length. They both began to moan loudly. Once she neared the end, the both of them thrusted. Her breath hitched for a moment before a purr emitted from her chest and out her throat. Malphas too began to purr alongside his warble. She paused a moment as her body adjusted to his size once again. Her hands trailed to his neck causing him to shiver. Her hands trailed to his face, caressing his cheeks. She leaned down and kissed his lips as she began to move. She swallowed every growl, moan, purr, and warble that he made. She understood why he did this to her, it was as if they were sharing the same growl, the same moan, the same purr, the same warble. A shaky sigh escaped her lips that Malphas swallowed. She released his lips with a loud gasp.
"Malphas." She breathed.
"Frances." He sighed.
His hands trailed from her hip to her breasts while the other remained caressing her scars. She lowered her head to his face.
"My handsome (A kiss to his cheek.), beautiful (A kiss to the corner of his eye.), sexy (A kiss to his forehead.), sensitive (A kiss to his feathers near the center of his eyes. His breath hitched as he felt her tongue dart out. He met her thrust with his own. A lustful growl escaped his throat as a moan and shiver escaped her. He turned her over so she was under him. Her grip remained on his cheeks. He pounded into her, enjoying her moans and pants. Still, she continued with her kisses.), tender (A kiss to his feathers above his right eye.), precious (A kiss to the feathers below his left eye. Her voice a little higher pitched as she was close. As he was close. Her fingers tightened their grip.), loving demon (A kiss to his cheek.). I LOVE YOU!"
"FRANCESSSSS!" Malphas roared, his wings flaring out.
Frances slowly released her grip on the demon's cheeks. Her fingers trailed down his chest as she continued to purr and get her breathing under control, her body a twitching mess. Malphas leaned his head down to where her neck and shoulder met. His hands gently released her breasts and ran up and down her body. His smile grew wider as his warble/purr grew louder at hearing and feeling her purr grow louder. He pressed a tender kiss against her neck. His breaths were under control. Hers were nearly there as well. He lifted his head to see the flushed face, fluttering eyelashes, lips parted, relaxed eyebrows of his precious mate. His smile widened, showing off his fangs as her eyes fluttered open, showing off their beautiful, lustful, passionate, loving gaze in her beautiful chocolate orbs. He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. She returned the kiss.
"I love you, Frances." He murmured against her lips.
She nuzzled her body closer to his. Both of them gasped. Frances relaxed against him.
"I love you, Malphas." She purred, her hands trailing up his body to wrap around his neck.
Malphas growled as he felt her fingers through his hair and wings. He needed her just as she needs him. He lifted her into his arms and made his way to the bed. He pulled out of her, flipped her so she was on her hands and knees. He didn't give her a chance to realize before he plunged himself back inside her warmth. He watched in the mirror as her head was thrown back, her back dipped, her lips parted. A harsh gasp escaped her lips, her purring stopped for a moment, a moan trailed directly after with her purring louder than before. His clawed hand trailed down her beautiful scar covered back. Her hand reached up and back towards his shoulder, gripping it tightly. His hand went up her back. As he placed his hand over her hand on his shoulder and the other hand held and intertwined with the one on the bed, they both thrusted. They both gave a sinful groan.
"Malphas." She sighed, her grips becoming tight.
He nuzzled her pulse point, giving it a little lick. She let out a mewl. His hands tightened on hers. He needed to hear her admit his love for him. He could feel it and see it, but… if by some chance she could possibly hate him for what he's done. His eyes flashed. He leaned his lips to her ear.
"Tell me, my Frances." He purred deliciously into her ear.
She mewled louder as she shuddered. Her body began to move again. He hissed darkly, meeting her thrusts with his own.
"My Malphas."
"My Frances."
"My demon."
"My mate."
"My loving demon!"
"My precious darling!"
"My darkness demon!"
"My lover of darkness!"
"I LOVE YOU, MY MALPHAS!"
"I LOVE YOU, MY FRANCES!"
Her head collapsed on the bed. He continued giving her seven successful thrusts, her breaths coming out as little huffs with each one. He groaned as he released his warmth a third time inside her. Her body sensing he was done, fell to the bed as well. He followed after, being careful not to put his full weight upon her. He nuzzled her back as he caught his breath. A quiet mewl escaped her lips as she shuddered. They both groaned. Her breaths were still heavy as he slowly pulled himself out of her.
He turned her over so she was on her back since he knew she didn't like to lay on her stomach very long. He caressed her beautiful flushed face. Her eyes closed as she leaned into his hand. Her eyes slowly reopened looking at him with tired pleasure, love, warmth, and happiness. Her hands reached up and cupped his face.
"I love you, Malphas. With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my being."
His eyes softened as his heart clenched. He was doing the right thing. He knew he was. He placed his clawed hands on her cheeks, gently caressing her red cheeks. His face leaned closer to hers.
"I love you, my Frances. With all my blacken heart, with all my soul, with all my dark being."
She smiled lovingly yet sleepily. He pressed his lips against her forehead.
"Rest, my darling." He murmured against her forehead, "I'll take care of you."
She let out a soft breath, falling asleep a second later. A frown crossed his lips. This worry was eating at him. It felt even worse than when he discovered part of his Master's soul was gone. He didn't know why he was so worried. He knew she would accept it… eventually. He shook his head to clear the feeling. It still didn't leave. He sighed.
"I need to do this. I need you by my side for all eternity."
As if responding to his statement, her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she inhaled deeply. Her exhale sounded content as well as the loud purring she was emitting. He relaxed against her slightly.
"Precious." He whispered.
He remained in that position with her until it was close to the time he needed to give her blood. He sat up, carefully pulling her into his arms. He couldn't help but look her over as he did this. She was so small when he was in this form. He tilted her chin up and opened her mouth a little. He tore into his wrist with his teeth and held it over her mouth. A light sigh escaped her lips after she swallowed the first drop. Her hands reached up to wrap around his wrist. A smirk spread upon his face as he chuckled softly. He caught her wrists with his other hand, pulling them to his chest where they latched onto him.
"Yes, my mate. You know it's my blood. Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae.*"
Once the eleventh drop was administered, he pulled his wrist away, licking it, healing it instantly. He removed her hands from his chest knowing this part would be a little worse than the last time. The second the clock struck noon, the symbol under her bed glowed and she started convulsing. Her limbs stretching and slightly transforming. Little hisses and whimpers of pain escaped her lips.
"Mal-ph-as!" She gasped in her unconscious state.
Malphas held her tighter, his hand running through her hair and down her contorting back.
"You are so strong, Frances. (He kissed her forehead.) Such a strong creature."
After the minute was over, the glowing stopped as did her convulsing, stretching form. She collapsed into his arms with a quiet exhale. She turned and snuggled into his chest. He continued to run his hand through her hair and down her back. Her body lightly twitched a few times. After a few minutes, it dissipated, allowing her to relax fully against him. His lips pressed against her forehead. He laid the two of them down properly. He knew she was going to need as much of proper rest as possible before tonight. His eyes flashed.
"Mine." He growled.
An hour passed.
"…ances. Frances., my love. It's time to wake up." Malphas' smooth voice called out gently.
She groaned tiredly yet happily as she felt her soreness. Though, this time, it seemed to spread through her body which was slightly strange. However, a gentle kiss to her forehead distracted her from her sore body. A quiet contented sigh escaped her lips.
"Malphas." She sighed.
His gloved hand gently caressed her cheek as her eyes fluttered open and she leaned into his touch. His red eyes held fondness and concern.
"How was your rest?" He asked.
"Mmm, fine. Thank you."
She remembered each and every tender moment including… Her eyes widened as she quickly lifted her wrists. There wasn't a mark, but she knew that he didn't release her and that she was the one that broke through his darkness. He gently used his other hand to lightly push her hands down while the hand on her cheek trailed to her chin, lifting it to meet his calm and amused gaze.
"It was only a matter of time before you broke through my tendrils, Frances. After all, if you are able to fight against a demon in a fist fight…" He stated, trailing off with a proud smirk.
A blush colored her cheeks at the compliment. Her heart skipped a beat as indescribable happiness and love filled her. Malphas gave an amused chuckle. He pressed his lips against her own for a moment.
"Such an adorable little creature."
The blush darkened even more. Another chuckle escaped him. He pulled away with an amused smirk.
"Lunch." He stated.
He moved to the trolley he left by the door. He wheeled it over to her. He uncovered the lid announcing,
"For lunch it is roast beef with the choicest of meat and vegetables alongside creamy mashed potatoes. For your drink accompaniment, it's Earl Grey of Jackson."
He began pouring said tea into a teacup. She smiled brightly at him as he placed the cup down.
"Thank you, Malphas."
He bowed.
"You're welcome, my lady."
He sat beside her as she ate with his arms wrapped around her and chin against her shoulder. She leaned into his hold as she ate contentedly. Once she was finished, Malphas stood. He pushed the trolley out of the way. He turned to her with a smile as he held out his left hand.
"Shall we, my lady?" He asked.
She accepted his hand and stood.
"We shall."
Malphas tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. They began to walk towards the door with her holding his arm and the trolley in his right hand. When they released at the stairs, Frances watched in amusement to the black blur that was Malphas as he and the trolley disappeared. She only made it five steps down before he was at her side once again, holding her as if he never left. She giggled quietly in amusement. He sent her a smirk as he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. They made it to her Office. He opened the door for her to which she gave her thanks. He gave a smile and nod.
"See you at teatime, Frances."
"See you at teatime." She agreed, smiling.
He smiled back. He closed the door. She let out a content sigh as she touched her lips and his mark with each of her hands. That familiar tingle running through her hand as it usually did. She shook her head, took a deep breath to push her thoughts away, and sang calming tunes in her mind to continue with her small amount of paperwork.
As the hour drew closer to dinner, Frances let out a quiet sigh. She corked her oil she finished making.
"Done." She said, placing it next to the others that matched it.
She wiped her hands on her apron. She untied it and took it off. She placed it on the hook. As she lowered herself, a loving smile appeared upon her face as well as within her eyes as she felt his arms wrap around her waist, his face leaning into her neck. Her arms wrapped around his neck behind herself. A sigh escaped her lips as his lips kissed the side of her neck.
"Malphas." She breathed, a purring began emitting from her.
He chuckled.
"Such a submissive, little kitten and yet… (He rocked into her. She made a come-hither whimper.) you know how to dominate so well."
She turned in his arms. Her hands falling to his shoulders. A smirk upon her face. Her right hand lowered to his chest where she could faintly feel the strange pattern of his heart. She pressed her body close to his. His breath hitched a moment.
"Indeed, I am." She purred, lustfully.
She pressed her lips against his for only a moment. He returned the kiss. In the next second, she was out the door, her laughter echoed through his ears. He continued staring wide-eyed at where she was. A smirk grew over his features.
*That little…*
Frances was only a few steps down the hall when suddenly, she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her close.
"Cheeky little kitten." He stated, amusement evident in his voice.
She smiled brightly at him.
"You love me!" She said, cheerfully as she wrapped her own arm around his waist.
His eyes softened. He stopped walking causing her to do the same. She looked at him with confusion when her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat. That tender look of love, desire, heat, and warmth was… absolutely beautiful. His left clawed hand gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She leaned into his touch, eyes closing. Her eyes slowly reopened, still seeing that tender look.
"I love you, Frances. With all my blacken heart, with all my soul, with all my being."
Her breath hitched again. Her hands went to his cheeks, gently moving the stray bang away with her pinky finger.
"I love you, Malphas."
They pulled one another closer, embracing each other's lips in a beautiful kiss that had warmth soaring through them along with their song which played loudly through their souls. After a few minutes, he released her, relishing in her gasp. He straightened his tailcoat.
"Come." He ordered, holding out his hand for her, "We must retrieve Young Master."
She accepted it with a nod. He brought it to her lips, placing a kiss on it.
"Mine." He growled, his tongue darting out a moment.
She shivered. He smirked, tucking it into his arm. They continued to walk towards the Young Master's door. Once there, Malphas reluctantly released her as he knocked on the door.
"Pardon me, Young Master." He called opening the door, "Dinner is ready."
Frances peeked her head in to see the boy placing his final paper to the side with a sigh. He stood from his chair.
"Finally. This paperwork is done." He grumbled.
Frances shook her head with a smile on her face.
He walked towards them then past them. The Young Master gave her a glance and a small smile. He turned away quickly, making his way down the hallway. Frances followed after him. Sebastian followed after the two of them, closing the door behind them. They quickly caught up the boy. When they made their way to the smiling servants whom greeted them, Frances returned the smile with a,
"Hello, you four."
"Good evening, Frances, Young Master."
"Good evening, yes!"
"Ho, ho, ho."
The servants responded. Frances' smile widened. The Young Master gave a nod.
"Good evening."
They made their way to the dining room. Sebastian opened the door for them. Frances thanked him. He gave her a smile and nod. They sat in their appropriate chairs which Sebastian pulled out for them.
"Excuse me, my lord, my Lady." He said.
He walked out the room and into the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned pushing the trolley with their food and drink clattering on top. He served them with his usual supernatural grace. He removed the silver lid announcing,
"Tonight's dinner is Parisian style flat meat with garlic mashed potatoes and stew vegetables. For drink accompaniment, it is Assam tea from Dajeerling."
He poured the drinks into the matching cups of the plates. A pretty red rose surrounded by green around the rim of the plate and around the cup.
"Thank you, Sebastian." Frances said as he placed her cup down.
He met eyes with her. A smile upon his face.
"You're welcome, my Lady."
He moved away right after. She began eating.
Once dinner was nearly finished, Ciel wiped his mouth with his napkin.
"Frances." He called.
She looked up at him, wiping her own mouth with a napkin.
"Yes, Ciel?" She asked.
"Would you like to play chess with me?"
She smiled.
"Of course."
He nodded.
"Let's play in the library. (He turned towards the demon butler as he stood by the trolley.) Sebastian."
"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian asked.
"Bring the chessboard to the library."
He bowed with a hand over his heart.
"Certainly, my lord."
Sebastian exited the room to do what he was ordered to. By the time he returned, the two of them were done with dinner. They stood from their chairs. Ciel turned to the door, ignoring the demon butler that just came through a few seconds ago. Frances smiled softly. She followed after him. As she passed Sebastian, her fingers grazed against his fingers, looking into his eyes through her lashes. His eyes flashed for a second. She smirked. She turned her head forward, walking out the door Ciel walked out of. She followed him to the library. She opened the door for him once they got there. He nodded at her with a quiet,
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He walked in with her following behind. Frances noticed Sebastian also lit the fireplace as well as the candles within the room. The chessboard and its appropriate pieces were set up on the table with two chairs on either side. They took their appropriate places. Frances with the white pieces, Ciel with the black ones. Frances moved first and the game began.
An hour passed. Frances smirked. She set her Knight where Ciel's Bishop was.
"Checkmate." She said, victoriously.
Ciel smirked proudly at her. It was her sixth win against him.
"Very good."
She smiled.
"Thank you." She said, inclining her head.
He stretched his arms above his head. She sensed he was slightly tired. He lowered his arms.
"I believe I will retire to my room. Thank you for playing chess with me."
"You're welcome, Ciel. Enjoy your sleep."
He nodded, standing from his chair.
"Good night, Frances." He said, moving towards the door.
"Good night, Ciel."
She watched him leave, closing the door softly behind himself. Frances stood stretching as well. She relaxed. She began placing the pieces into the brown box they came from. Once she finished, she looked through the books on the shelves. She chose a French romance book. She moved over to the chaise next to the window and made herself comfortable on it. She began to read.
Another hour passed when she felt his presence behind her. Literally manifesting behind her. It was like an icy fog. She shivered violently, a small gasp escaped her lips. She felt him solidifying. She turned to glare at him.
"Was that really necessary?!" She snapped at him.
He startled her! He gave her an innocent smile.
"Whatever do you mean?" He asked her.
She hmphed, turning her gaze back to the book. Malphas chuckled. He kissed her neck.
"Forgive me, my darling. It was too tempting not to. Also, you looked extremely comfortable so I did not want you to have to get up so I could lay with you."
There was silence for a moment.
"Hmph. Very well." She muttered, turning the page.
He smiled against her neck, leaning his head on her shoulder as his hands wrapped around her waist. He read over her shoulder. A few paragraphs in and they began to read a dancing scene. The both of them smiled as they read it. Once they finished, Malphas snatched the book from her, placing it on the chaise beside her elbow. He scooped her into his arms and stood. He placed her on her feet and twirled her. She laughed.
"Malphas!" She exclaimed through her laughter.
He smiled fondly at her. He leaned closer and nuzzled her nose.
"Mine." He whispered, his eyes flashing their true nature.
She opened her own eyes. A loving smile upon her lips. Her hands trailed up his chest. Malphas closed his eyes as he began to warble/purr. He slowly opened them to see her loving gaze looking at him with the beautiful, precious, soft look. Her hands cupped his cheeks, her thumbs trailing over his cheek bones.
"Yes. I am yours as you are mine." She said, passionately.
His warble/purr grew louder as she pulled his face closer to his. They embraced each other's lips. Their song, as usual, echoed through them with that overwhelming warmth. Malphas' arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped which he used to slip his tongue inside her warm mouth. She relaxed against him with a contented sigh. Her hands wrapped around his neck. One hand ran through his strands while the other remained around his neck. He explored every part of her mouth, enjoying the mewls and sighs that escaped her lips. A smirk tugged at his lips. After a few minutes, he pulled away, relishing her gasp of air. As she regained it, his hands trailed up her body. She emitted a come-hither whimper. His smile grew further as he trailed her arms, slowly pulling them away from his neck. She met his gaze with a smile of her own, her breathing back to normal. She knew what he was going to do. He lowered her left hand to his waist before placing his right hand on her own waist while he held her other hand in his. They danced to the tune of their song in their souls. Their bodies and souls relaxing even further. He twirled her, smiling as she smiled wider. This look on her face that he always had to see was so… overwhelming and yet…
*No. It's going to be fine.*
That sliver of doubt that she would hate him. He hated the feeling and yet… He knew that it was because of her. She gave him so many new feelings that it slightly disturbed him, yet excited him. He lived for so long and never thought of anyone in such a way. Demons only wanted power and got bored easily, the same for demonesses, though, they were more annoying, especially ones he's slept with. A pang of guilt raced through him. Frances had waited. Even fought off a few advances as she wanted to give herself completely to the one she loved as well as knowing it wasn't time just yet, while he... couldn't. The urges were too strong. A gentle hand along with a calming sensation touched him as her hand caressed his cheek. Her gentle eyes showing she didn't mind what he had done.
"You are a three point billion, six hundred, seventy million, one thousand, six hundred, and almost fifty-two year old demon. You have a hell of a lot more experience than I do. Don't feel guilty. After all (A seductive smirk appeared upon her lips as she leaned up towards his ear.), it's made you one hell of a lover."
Malphas' eyes widened as they once again flashed their true nature. He leaned back to look into her face, seeing the seductive smirk. A growl escaped his lips as he smirked.
"Oh, I am?"
He pulled her impossibly closer. She giggled, her hands gently running through his hair and over his cheek.
"Mm hm." She answered, her hand trailing down from his cheek to his chest.
He buried his head into her neck. His grip tightening on her.
"You make me feel so much, Frances."
She leaned closer, snuggling into his chest.
"I love you, Malphas."
He squeezed her tighter.
"I love you, Frances." He murmured softly.
They stayed embraced for a few more minutes. He pulled from her then scooped her into his arms. She laughed softly as her hand held his shoulders for support. He sat on the couch with her in his lap. He reached for the book, wrapped his arm around her back once again, opened the book, and began to read to her. She leaned into his chest, running a hand up and down his chest. His warble/purr affecting the words, though she didn't mind. In fact, she loved it.
Another hour had passed when Malphas had to pause.
"Would you like tea or water this evening?" He asked, placing the book to the side.
"Tea, please."
He nodded.
"Very well. I shall bring it momentarily. Don't read your book." He ordered.
"Yes, my demon." She agreed, amusement evident in her voice.
He smirked at her. He made his way out of the room to make the tea for her and the Young Master. Frances smiled to herself. She turned to look out the window. A sigh escaped her lips as she saw the full moon shining brightly in the dark blue sky, outshining the stars that usually filled the sky. A song came to her. One she always sang when she felt her siblings' fears causing them unable to sleep. Thankfully, they hadn't had trouble sleeping since she told them the news of their parents' deaths. It was just… appropriate as she stared at this full moon. She took a deep breath and began to sing.
Frances: The evening hangs beneath the moon~~~, a silver thread on darkened dune~~~, with closing eyes and resting head~~~; I know that sleep in coming soon~~~~.
Upon my pillow~~~, safe in bed~~~, a thousand pictures fill my head~~~~~ (She could feel everyone in the household becoming calm as she sang this new song.) I cannot sleep, my mind's afligh~~~t; and yet my limbs seem made of lead~~~.
If there are noises in the nigh~~~~~~~~t, a frightening shadow, flickering ligh~~~~~~t; (In the Servants' Quarters: Mey-rin closed her eyes with a sigh. "Such a haunting song, yes." "Mm hm." Finny said. "Yeah." Bard agreed. "Ho, ho." Little Man Tanaka sighed. In the Kitchen: Sebastian couldn't help the grin that spread upon his face at hearing the eerie new tune. In Ciel's Room: Ciel sat on the chair in his room by the fireplace. His own book was held open, though he wasn't reading it at this current time as he listened to the dark, haunting lullaby. Though, he did have to admit, it was slightly pretty despite how dark it was.) then I surrender unto sleep~~~, where clouds of dream give second sigh~~~~~~t.
(Sebastian took the tray for the Young Master to his room. When he stepped in, he saw the boy was looking at the door as her voice echoed through the manor. He couldn't help, but tease the boy. "Enjoying the song, Young Master?" He asked, a smirk on his face. The boy jolted slightly. He turned his gaze away. "Hmph. It's a new song, that's all." Sebastian chuckled. He presented his lord with the tea after announcing what it was. Once he accepted it, he excused himself to return to the kitchen to retrieve Frances' tea.)
What dreams may come both dark~~~ and~~~ deep~~~~~ of flying~~~ wings~~ and~~ soaring~~ leap~~~~~? As I surrender unto sleep. Sleep~~~~, sleep~~~, sleep~~, sleep~~, sleep~~~~~~~~~~.*
"What a lovely song." Malphas complimented from behind her.
She smiled. She turned her gaze from the full moon to the demon butler holding the tray with a single teacup.
"Thank you." She said, sitting properly.
He placed the tray on the table. He brought over the teacup and held it out for her announcing it was,
"Chamomile, Her Majesty's brand."
She accepted it with another, "Thank you.". He gave her a nod. He sat down beside her, his arms wrapped around her.
"So," He started as she took a sip of it, "you would sing that to your siblings?"
She drew the cup away, placing it on the little plate.
"Yes. When we were apart and I could sense they couldn't sleep because they feared that our parents would come after them."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I thought they didn't receive any punishment like you have, save for Bridgett."
"Well, they didn't, but that doesn't mean my screams from the first few times my Father hit me went unnoticed by them. Our house wasn't soundproof. And I'm sure they saw the bruises that were on Bridgett when he slapped her and when he dragged her into the basement that last day." She said, a shiver of terror washed over her as she thought about that horrible day.
Malphas' fists clenched as his eyes slitted to thin slits, eyes burning with hellish fury at the thought of his mate being hurt. His nails began to sharpen when he felt her hand on his own hand, calmness spreading through him. He looked at her calming smile.
"I'm safe. He can't hurt me anymore." She said, reassuringly.
His claws retracted, leaving tears in his gloves. He gave a quiet sigh. He had to fix these. He did so with Frances watching as they literally knitted together.
"Wow." She whispered in awe.
He chuckled softly. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, and kissed her cheek.
"Such a strong human." He murmured, softly.
She smiled at the compliment, drinking her tea. As she did so, he picked up the book and continued reading where he left off. Once she finished, her tea, she placed it on the tray. She crawled into the demon's lap, resting her head against his chest, her hand on his chest while the other intertwined with the fingers that wrapped around her waist. A happy, content sigh escaped her.
Another few hours passed, Malphas finished the book. He looked at the woman who stretched in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest with a content sigh.
"That was nice. Thank you, for reading to me." She thanked him.
He ran his gloved hand through her hair.
"You're welcome." He said, quietly.
She yawned tiredly. She summoned her pocket watch to her hand seeing that it was only nine thirty-four. She let out a quiet sigh. She knew he needed to get the Young Master ready for bed. She slowly stood up from his lap, one hand sliding down his chest while the other hand left his neck to pick up his hand. She lifted it to her lips. She placed a gentle kiss on it. His warble escaped his lips. She smiled as she lowered his hand. Her eyes met his.
"I'll see you after you take care of the Young Master." She said.
He squeezed her hand.
"Very well." He said.
He stood up, taking the tea tray with him as he walked her to the library door. He held it open for her. She thanked him. He gave her a nod. They slowly released one another's hands as they went their separate ways. Frances went inside her bedroom. She got ready for bed. After she finished her routine, she made her way to her bed. A yawn escaped her lips. She hadn't felt this tired in a long time. Another yawn escaped her as she settled into bed, pulling the sheets and comforter over her body. She turned to her side to watch the door and wait for Malphas to return. However, she couldn't fight her tired eyes for long and succumbed to sleep.
Malphas entered the room after putting the Young Master to bed. He was wearing a tuxedo instead of his butler uniform. His eyes softened as he saw his mate sound asleep. He could tell she was getting tired as he read to her. She was facing the door with a relaxed expression on her face. He walked towards her. Once he was at her side, he knelt down on one knee, gently placing a hand on her cheek. She leaned into his touch, a quiet sigh escaped her lips.
"Mal-ph-as." She sighed.
Malphas smiled.
"Precious mate." He whispered, fondly.
He remained at her side until an hour before it was time. He stood, sending her calmness and reassurance. He turned and made his way to her closet. After finding what he needed, he moved from the closet with a purple dress and black cloak, he went to her dresser, pulling out a white chemise. He made his way over to her. He quickly dressed her. Once she was dressed, he lifted her into his arms. She sighed quietly, snuggling into his chest. She settled down, face pressed into his chest. He made his way out her door then out the manor to their garden. He placed her over his mark he drew on the ground earlier. He laid with her until it was time. He gathered her into his arms as he transformed. Her body shuddered as she always did when she felt his transformation. He slowly tilted her head back and opened her mouth. He bit into his wrist then held it over her mouth. A sigh escaped her. Her hands once again reached up to grab his wrist. He smiled fondly, but didn't allow her to grab him. Instead, he took a hold of her wrists and gently pushed them down to her lap. A little whine escaped her lips at the action. He ignored it, speaking the incantation.
"Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae."
Once the eleventh drop fell into her mouth, he pulled his wrist to his own mouth. His tongue licked his bloodied wrist and healed it instantly. When it healed, he positioned it around her body. Midnight appeared. The full moon glowed brightly right over them, the black pentagram in the ground glowed a brilliant white. Frances began convulsing. Her limbs stretching and parts of her changed. Malphas held her through it, running a clawed hand through her hair and down her contorting back.
Something was happening to her body. She had this feeling before, but this time… This time was much more painful. Her body felt strange. She couldn't catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest, it hurt. Her limbs felt like they were stretching and pulling and snapping. She felt him against her, but couldn't see him. Her eyes felt like they were burning and cooling every other second.
"M-M-Mal-ph-as…" She cried out in panic.
She felt his claws run through her hair and down her back gently.
"So strong. You are so strong, my love." He crooned, softly as he continued gently petted her.
She groaned as her body strangely contorted.
"What's- (She gasped at the pain.) What's happening… to me?"
She groaned again.
Her body continued to contort strangely for several moments. Her eyes continued burning and cooling every other second. She gaped and gasped and groaned at the pain. Suddenly, it stopped. She fell limp. Her body felt tingly. She felt utterly exhausted. She opened her tired, bleary eyes a bit to see Malphas' fuchsia glowing eyes, the thin slits filled with adoration, concern, hope, obsession, and love. Her exhaustion was too great. Her eyes closed as she lost consciousness.
The glow of the symbol diminished as the moon shifted ever so slightly. Malphas knew she would lose consciousness. He watched her body twitch. He obtained this information from Lucifer himself after he inquired answers regarding the Young Master. He thought back to that day.
It was after he killed the demon in his irritation.
"I should have known." He muttered, darkly.
He fixed his gloves onto his hands.
He walked away from the dark red blood splatter and ribbons of black and green flesh on the floor and walls.
He straightened the collar of his tailcoat. He picked up the red suitcase that held the boy.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of a gated black icy castle. Two guards, both wearing black and red, stood on either side of the gate. He stared impassively at them. The left one grunted. They both opened the gates. He gave a sharp nod. He walked through the doorway of the castle. He made his way to the throne room.
Lucifer sat there in his human form—black hair parted on the left side, his hair smoothed to the right, brown eyes looking bored, his frame (When standing.) was 6'5", his complexion was as pale as Malphas'. He wore black robes with dark red peeking out at the bottom. He held his sharp chin in his hand that adorn several rings. His brown eyes lazily slid over to Malphas'. They brightened considerably as he lifted his head from his hand.
"Malphas!" He exclaimed.
Malphas continued walking until he stopped in front of the throne. He bowed deeply, kneeling on one knee.
"My Lord." He greeted.
Lucifer stood from his throne, waving his hand.
"You don't have to do that." He grumbled, walking down from the throne.
Malphas stood back up, wordlessly. He always said this to him.
"Back from your contract? Seemed to take a bit longer this time, eh?" He asked. He let out a sigh, "Things aren't the same when you're not here."
Malphas allowed a small smirk for a moment before it fell away into impassiveness.
"I'm afraid it's not quite finished, my Lord."
Lucifer looked at him with a raised black eyebrow. Unable to contain himself, his eyes flashed fuchsia, a scowl on his lips.
"It appears Avirraix has stolen a part of his soul I was contracted too."
Lucifer's eyes widened.
"I apologize, my boy."
Malphas shook his head.
"I didn't come to talk about that. I need to know how to change a human to a demon."
Both of Lucifer's eyebrows shot up.
"A human?" He asked, slightly surprised.
"Yes."
Lucifer hummed. A finger tapped on his chin.
"You will need to first, mark the symbol into the ground under the human. Second, feed the human your blood eleven times during a full moon when it reaches both sides of the Earth, so once at noon and the other at midnight. Third, as you administered the blood, you need to speak the incantation: Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae… This process is fairly taxing on the human. They will need at least ten hours of rest. However (A smirk crossed his face.), you know this information already. What are you truly asking, Malphas?"
"What happens if I miss a time?"
Lucifer smirked.
Malphas thought of their encounter after Lucifer gave his answer.
"You found your mate." Lucifer commented.
Malphas found his expressionless face turn into a small happy smile.
"Yes."
Lucifer smiled. A hint of mischief and excitement were inside his eyes. Malphas nearly growled, but bit it back in time.
"I do so look forward to meeting her."
Malphas respectfully bowed once again with his hand on his chest.
"Thank you, my Lord."
He walked out the door.
Malphas came back from his thoughts. He looked at his precious mate. He didn't think she would need the full ten hours of rest, being a different human, his strong human. He felt she would wake in an hour. He looked over her form. From the contortion, her cloak fell off her left side, there were a few tears in her dress and cloak. He fixed them for her as he pulled her cloak over her. Her twitching subsided. He continued running his clawed hand through her hair and down her back. He slowly returned to his human form so as to not overwhelm her. He was proven wrong yet again when her eyelashes flutter open about forty-five minutes later.
Frances rubbed her eye, tiredly. Her body strangely didn't ache, instead… it felt really strong. But, she did feel extremely hungry. She felt Malphas still caressing her hair and back. Her eyes slowly opened. They too no longer burning.
"How are you feeling, my love?" He asked.
He was in his human form when she knew he was in his true form earlier. His red eyes were calm as they looked at her. She pulled her hand… Her eyes widened. These weren't hands. They were black claws attached to her hand! She sat up impossibly fast as she felt the differences in her body. She looked at her feet to see they were stiletto boots that ended just below her knees. She looked at her lap, placing a hand to her heart as she could feel her siblings' relaxed breathing as well as hear and feel four different breathings and seven heart beats, one slightly slower than a human's while her own raced. Her mind spun. She pushed herself off his lap onto the grass. She wasn't able to do this before. A gasp escaped her as realization hit her. She looked up into his pleased eyes.
"I'm a crow demon." She whispered.
"Half demon." He corrected, holding up a finger, "You're still part human."
If he missed one time, she would only become half. That was the answer Lucifer gave him.
"But, how is this…"
She stopped as several memories came to her. The memories of them entwining beneath the full moon on each side of the Earth. She recalled her dream after he showed her his true form.
*"As the full moon rises on each side of the Earth, mark the symbol of the Devil into the ground. Have the subject consume tainted blood eleven times and chant the incantation over the course of six months to change the subject into a being of the Devil himself."*
"That's why you were so insistent during the day." She breathed, "That's why Grell said, "You have his scent, I'm so jealous!". That's why Will looked at me with such disgust and wouldn't let me hug him. That's why Undertaker kept asking that weird question asking if I was ravenous yet."
He smiled his shrewd smile. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Why?! Why did you turn me into a half crow demon?!"
His eyes filled with pain and desperation that she could feel deeply.
"I need you in my life for all eternity, Frances. (Her eyes widened.) Even before you… died, I was thinking of how we could live once my contract was over. Then you died, giving me your soulof all things without a hint of fear. However, you gave me a fear when you passed on. I need you alive and by my side for all eternity. I need to see that beautiful smile every day (Tears began to fall down her cheeks as her heart clenched.), the way you play and sing and dance brings my heart peace, the way that you continue to live as if each day is your last, your strength that continues to grow, the way you can make me admit these feelings I have for you with ease (He gently wiped the tears that had begun to flow down her cheeks.), the fact that you give me new feelings that are difficult to describe. I need you. To remain by my side for all eternity. You wouldn't have been able to if you remained human. I love you, Frances."
She was shaking as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. He looked vulnerable. She knew he meant every word. She could feel the fear, the pride, the happiness, joy, desire, and love. The need for her. It was so overwhelming. She loved him as well and respected the fact that he was a demon, however… Her hand reached up and covered his hand on her cheek.
"Malphas, I love you, but… (She pulled his hand from her cheek, not looking at him for a moment as she paused. She looked up at him with new tears. She felt his fear deepen.) I don't want to take human souls." She whispered, softly.
He hugged her tightly. She felt his relief.
"Oh, my love, you won't! (He moved her back by the shoulders so he could look into her eyes.) You are still human, you can live off food. Speaking of which, you must be famished."
He moved a colorful blanket in front of her eyes. As it lowered to the ground, a gasp escaped her lips. Sitting on plates were piles of her favorite foods: curry buns, different styles of flat meat, scalloped potatoes and beef topped with a sauce, and bread, so much bread.
Her eyes widened. Before he could offer something to her, she began eating rather quickly. His face showed surprise for a moment before it showed pride. She ate everything in about forty-four minutes. She wiped her mouth with a napkin that was beside the utensils she had just placed down. A burp escaped her lips into the napkin. Her eyes widened, slightly.
"Excuse me." She said, blushing a little.
He smiled fondly.
"Feeling better?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
She nodded.
"Yes, thank you."
He smiled.
"Good. Come with me."
He lifted her by the waist and leapt into the sky. They turned to each other, smiling softly. He released her as they ran through the woods. He slowly released a bit of his demonic essence in the form of black feathers, trailing behind them as they ran. Frances felt a few more changes such as four of her teeth elongating as well as a heat in her eyes. A gasp escaped her lips as she could see every divot in the trees they passed, every petal on the flowers that surrounded them. They leapt into the sky once more. She looked up and gasped upon seeing the stars that normally would have been hidden by the moon's bright glow. She felt his hands on her waist causing her to look at him. He smiled fondly as he guided her to land on a branch at the top of a tree.
"Look." He commanded gently as he gestured down.
Frances obeyed and gasped. Down below was a stunning river of water, but that wasn't what she was looking at. No. She was looking at their reflections. His black feathers were floating behind him, his handsome sharp face held a smile as his eyes emitted their fuchsia color with cat eye slits, his tuxedo was absolutely stunning on his lean frame, a red and black rose in the pocket. Her appearance had changed now that she was a half demon. Her eyes trailed her black stiletto boots that were hidden behind her purple dress, her black claws flexed slightly as she moved each finger, her brown hair flowed down her back, her eyes glowed fuchsia with cat eye slits.
"Wow." She breathed, pausing as she caught sight of her fangs.
Her clawed hand raised to carefully touch them. They were so sharp. Malphas chuckled lightly. He leaned into her ear.
"I have something else to show you." He whispered.
She looked at him in surprise.
*So many surprises.*
He chuckled again as he heard that. He took her hand and led her to the left.
"This river connects to your Isle." He explained, calmly over the rush of wind.
Frances was silent for a moment.
"Wow." She whispered.
He smiled.
After a few more seconds, they arrived at her Isle. Everything looked the same as the last time she had been here. The ocean that crashed against the cliffside and beach below them, the ragged cliffside, the beautiful red and black roses, the trees of the forest… Her eyes widened losing their heat and color. A two story light grey stone house with a light blue roof sat nestled between the trees. Frances looked at Malphas, her eyes still wide. Malphas smiled fondly. He gently caressed her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes slowly closing then opening.
"This is for us and your siblings when my contract is over."
Her eyes widened even further.
"What?" She asked.
His smile grew wider. He nodded.
"Yes. I told you that your family is my family. I know how much they mean to you. (He placed a hand on her heart that was still feeling her siblings' relaxed states.) I can feel how much they mean to you. I want them to be with you without you fearing someone to use them against you or someone using them to force your hand against the Young Master. (She gasped sharply. She never told him that and yet… he knew. He knew this whole time.) I will take care of you and your siblings. I will make a deal with Lucifer for more time in order for you to be with the ones you love."
Frances had no words. No thoughts. She couldn't believe he did this for her. The fact that he understood why she never took back her real last name when she went back to her real first name. His willingness to allow her and her siblings to be together as they used to be when they were younger before her powers came and ruined her childhood. Tears rolled down her cheeks once again. Her hands reached up and cupped his face.
"Malphas…" She choked out, a sob breaking through.
His warble/purr echoed loudly as his eyes softened further. She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply and passionately. He kissed her back with equal passion. Their song echoed the loudest it's ever been, that strange warmth tingled their bodies as Malphas wrapped his arms around her waist. Their bodies felt as if they were melting together as their lips connected over and over again. Once their song ended, a combination of Malphas' song and a new song* echoed through their souls. As it came to an end two minutes later, they drew away with her gasping for air. He smiled at her. She laughed loudly as the song was extremely accurate for them. She spun on tiptoe before leaning up and placing a kiss on Malphas' cheek. As she lowered herself back to the ground, her hands trailed to his chest. She still couldn't believe this. She needed him. Her hands trailed to his shoulders, looking lovingly into his eyes. She needed him to know.
Frances: Malphas, I love~~~~~~~~~~~ you.
He smiled fondly as his warble/purr grew louder. She pushed him down. He fell with a slight chuckle as she fell with him. The fragrance of the flowers surrounded them along with his fireplace scent.
Her hands unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket then his white shirt. She pulled his tie off him, throwing it to the side.
"Malphas." She sighed.
Her right hand trailed to cup his face while the other ran down his torso. He groaned as her clawed hands lightly scratched him as she trailed it down. She leaned down and kissed his exposed chest, her other hand fiddled with the button of his slacks. Once they and his undergarments were pushed off, her claws trailed up his inner thigh and wrapped around his private anatomy. He moaned into the kiss.
"Frances." He groaned, hips thrusting.
She smiled into the kiss. Her right hand slid up his cheek to his locks of hair. A sigh escaped her. This feeling… Their feelings were consuming her. She placed her hand by his head. Her body arched as he ripped her dress and undergarments in one blow.
"Malphas!" She gasped.
Her hand tightened around his length causing another moan. His clawed hands trailed down her shoulders, pulling the fabric away. She shivered, letting go of his private anatomy. He growled lightly as her clawed hand lifted so he could take off her clothing. When it was through, her hand placed itself on the other side of his head so her other hand could lift so he could remove her dress completely. Once it was off, he threw it away from them. She poised herself above him, her heart hammering hard and fast within her chest. His hands returned to her body, instantly going to her hips. His eyes stared into hers. Everything stopped for a brief second except for the song that continued to sing through their souls as well as the feelings they have for one another.
"Malphas."
"Frances."
They whispered, lovingly. She impaled herself on the demon beneath her. A loud gasp escaped the both of them changing into a long, harmonized moan as she slid herself further down his length. When she got to the end, they both thrusted. Malphas let out a sinful groan as Frances let out a come-hither whimper.
"Malphas." She sighed, her head lowering to his neck where she began to kiss, lick, bite, and suck as she rocked her body up and down his length.
The demon let out another sinful moan. His hands roamed her body. He paused over her waist, rolling her over, and started thrusting with his demon speed causing her to gasp before biting deeply into his neck as her hands flew to his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Closer. She needed him closer. The warmth inside her was roaring into a blazing inferno. The songs inside her danced with the flames. Their combined thrusts added to the tempo. This soaring feeling. She shivered violently.
"Malphas." She sighed as she rolled him over, thrusting as fast as he was.
"Frances." He groaned, one hand going into her hair as the other trailed over the scars on her back.
"Nngh!" She cried out.
It was close. The blazing inferno danced with the wind and darkness that seemed to caress her, the songs growing into a crescendo. It all moved to her right hand that slid from Malphas' shoulder to his heart.
Malphas couldn't help the wide grin that grew on his face. He knew what was happening. He knew she would be like this. Accepting, even if she did cry a little. However, once he assured her she could live off human food, he knew she would be all right. He knew this little house for her siblings and them would make her like this. He could feel the growing love from her. He knew even as a half demon, she would be able to do this. The warmth of her hand as fiery as the inferno inside both of them. His lips grew even wider as he closed his eyes as her hand moved in an oval then down. The both of them roared out the other's name as they released their warmth.
Frances was still twitching and shuddering, moans and pants escaped her lips as the feeling of complete and utter happiness, love, blissfully wonderful fluttering warmth filled her.
Her heart still pounded. She barely felt Malphas' fingers run through her hair as his clawed hand brushed against hers on his heart. That slowly got her body to slowly calm down. After a few seconds, she could feel Malphas' heartbeat that was beating faster than usual as well as the heavy breathing along with his overwhelming happiness, obsessiveness, and love. She blinked open her eyes. Her vision was blurry. She blinked a few times. It cleared. Her eyes instantly met Malphas' fuchsia eyed stare. She could feel his warble/purr inside her. She looked at her heart, confused. She felt his claws gently cup her cheek, moving down to cup her chin. He lifted her gaze to meet his prideful eyes.
"My precious (He shivered.) mate."
She tilted her head to the side. His words were… breathless. Usually even after they made love, he was able to speak calmly. He gently lifted her hand from his heart. Her head tilted down to follow the action. Malphas moved his hand from her chin to run through her hair. Her eyes widened. Two rows of music notes were upon his chest. A dotted quarter note followed by an eighth note, half note, another dotted quarter note, eighth note then a tied half note was in the first row. The second row held a half note, a tied whole note, tied half note, and tied eighth note.
Tenderly~~, you will see~~~~~ my~~~~ soul~~~~~~~~~~~~~!*
Malphas' clawed hand brushed lovingly against it. Frances lifted her teary eyes to meet his. The fire inside her grew once again alongside the flutter of his chest. He cupped her cheek once again.
"You have marked me as yours as I have marked you as mine. We shall be together for all eternity."
"Malphas." She breathed.
Her hands reached up and cupped his face. They leaned towards one another sharing in passionate kiss after passionate kiss which led to passionate love-making throughout the remainder of the night.
Their cries of passion and love filled the air around them.
"Oh, Malphas!"
"My love!"
"My demon!"
"Mine eternally!"
"My sexy crow demon!"
"My strong crow half-demon!"
"I love you!"
"I love you!"
Their passion lasted all night until she finally passed out as the sun started its peak on the horizon.
He smiled at her sleeping form as she turned back into a human. She was now truly his. For all eternity. He caressed her cheek lovingly.
"Mine. All mine." He whispered.
He picked her up and raced back to his Master's home. He quickly cleaned her of dirt and their evidence of pleasure before dressing her in a black nightgown and white undergarments. He walked over to her bed and placed her in it, pulling the sheets and comforter over her. He moved a strand of hair from her face. A smile formed on her lips which prompted a smile of his own. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead. A soft sigh emanated from her.
"Malphas."
His smile widened. He caressed her cheek. Reluctantly, he left to take care of his duties.
*'Music of the Night' from "The Phantom of the Opera" belongs to Sir Andrew Llyod Webber and Charles Hart
*Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae means change the body, change the blood, let the darkness flood your soul.
*'Sleep' belongs to Eric Whitcre and Laudibus
*The new song is 'Love Changes Everything' from "Aspects of Love" belongs to Don Black, Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, and Charles Hart