A/N: Hello all! I am posting a day early because I am helping my parents move. Just to let you know, there are two bits of sexual content in this chapter. As usual there is a line where it starts and where it ends. Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Exploration
Another week passed by quickly. This week being filled with her usual paperwork and a visit from Lady Elizabeth as well as working on Alois' present. She was once again at the Trancy household with Baldroy this time.
Alois raced up to her carriage as it pulled to a stop.
"You really came like you promised!" He exclaimed excitedly, pressing his face against the window.
She moved towards the door to open it. He stepped back as she opened the door. She climbed down, speaking to him,
"Of course, I did. You know I would never lie to you."
He smiled brightly. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her bosom. She returned the hug. They pulled away after a few minutes.
"I have a birthday present for you." She told him.
His light blue eyes widened.
"But, you gave me so many gifts on my actual birthday!"
She smiled. He was growing so fast.
"I'm glad you think so. Let's say this is an extension of the fun day." She said, holding out the golden wrapped gift with a bright blue bow with a matching bluebell.
He smiled and took it. He then took her hand and the two of them raced off. She sent a smile and a wave to the waiting servants who stood by the door. She turned her attention to the fifteen year old energetic boy. The two of them ran to the seats in the gazebo with the roses trailing up the columns. They both sat down in their respective seats. He carefully pulled the bluebell from the bow and placed it in his hair. She smiled fondly. He ripped the paper. He gasped as his eyes widened. He pulled out a light blue scrapbook. He opened it to the first page that read: Happy 15th Birthday, Alois! Underneath held a picture of Alois and Frances hugging at the fair. Underneath the picture and in the right corner read: Love always, Mother Frances. He flipped through the scrapbook. It was all pictures of the two of them. The two of them riding rides, eating cotton candy, holding hands, him pulling her to a ride, her carrying him on her back as she spun around, her carrying him while he slept, the two of them dancing, him dancing, her smiling face watching him. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He shakily touched the picture of her carrying him to his room.
*No one has shown me anything like this. Not the villagers. Not that old man. Not even…*
He shook his head. He got up and ran straight to her arms.
"M-Mother!" He cried.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her lap. She could feel the overwhelming love from him. She kissed his head.
"Happy birthday, Alois."
He cried harder, pulling her closer.
"L-Love is s-so warm…" He whispered between sobs.
She smiled fondly. She tightened her hold on him.
"It is indeed." She agreed.
They sat embraced in each other as a Mother would her child until Claude made his presence known, a few hours later. His golden eyes narrowed at her. She stared back at him unaffected. Alois slowly pulled away from her. He wiped his eyes. They landed on Claude. He gave a small smirk. He got off Frances' lap. He went over to his scrapbook and picked it up. He thrusted it into Claude' face.
"Look Claude! Look! Frances made this scrapbook of her and I! It's absolutely beautiful! Were you aware she did this, Claude?!"
Claude pushed up his glasses, ignoring the book in favor of placing a tri-tier of sweets on the table.
"Yes, I was. Sebastian was the one taking the pictures after all."
Alois looked at her in excitement, pulling the scrapbook close to his chest. He giggled. Claude continued setting up tea.
"For midmorning tea, I have prepared chocolate scones, vanilla custards with powdered sugar, and white chocolate truffles prepared with milk chocolate with a hint of vanilla hot chocolate." Claude announced, pouring the hot beverage into brown designed tea cups.
Once he placed the cups down, Frances spoke,
"You both wish to know what my powers are."
It wasn't a question, but more of a statement. Both demon and human looked at her.
"Powers?" Alois asked her, "Are you a witch?"
She shook her head.
"No, I am not a witch. My powers are a part of me. They have been since I was five. I can hear music from the future as well as the past and music from the people I care most about, I can heal myself and others, I can sense who are different—demons, angels, Grim Reapers, even people who have been experimented on, I can sense when something is going to happen, I can also make people do what I want (Claude's hand twitched as his golden eyes narrowed.), I can also summon objects to my hand."
"How do you make people do what you want?" Claude asked her.
"By making sure all their focus is on me before having them do what I wish such as forgetting an event happened and going about their business." She explained calmly.
"That's boring." Alois commented. The two of them looked at him, "If I had that power, I would make everything and everyone love me."
"But, then that love wouldn't be genuine, Alois." Frances reminded him.
He let out a sigh as he nibbled on a custard.
"I suppose you are right. (He shot straight up in his chair. His blue eyes looking widely at hers.) Is that why your parents locked you up?! Because of these powers?!"
"Yes. My Father thought he could make money off of the fact that I could sense when something was going to happen."
"Vile." He snarled.
"Those are my powers. Are you satisfied?" She asked, looking at Claude and then Alois.
They both nodded.
"Yes."
Alois began tapping his chin.
"Though, I have to wonder where exactly they come from? No human has displayed extensions of their personality."
Frances shrugged.
"I do not know."
He hummed lightly. Claude stood by the pillar watching them. He too had to admit, he was curious. A few moments of silence passed where they ate their desserts and drank their hot chocolate when Alois broke the silence.
"What powers do you think I would have if my personality was extended?"
Frances leaned back in her chair, swallowing the chocolate filled scone in thought.
"Hm… I think you would be able to control the weather."
"Oh? Why's that?" He asked, leaning forward.
She did the same, answering him,
"You are a very quick switching emotional person. (He pouted. She gave a small amused laugh.) Now, now, there's no need to pout. You know you are. I think you would also be able to turn your hand into a brick."
"A brick?!" He exclaimed, "Why?"
"Because, then you can beat stupid people with it."
He and Claude's eyes widened at her callous tone. Alois suddenly laughed.
"I could! What else?!"
She paused for a moment, thinking.
"I think you would also be able to summon horse shit whenever you wanted to throw some at people."
Alois clapped his hands as he laughed.
"Yes!"
"I also think you would be able to allow bluebells to fall around you whenever you feel love."
His laughter died down as a small yet happy and reminiscent smile appeared upon his lips.
"Yeah. I like that." He whispered.
A few seconds passed by in silence. She could feel his happiness, delight, and love. He shook his head.
"Let's play chess in the mansion today since it's a bit cold out here." He said.
She smiled.
"Whatever you wish to do, Alois."
He nodded, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
Once mid-morning tea was complete, the two of them played chess, hide-and-seek, and Alois had Frances read to him while ending their day with dinner.
Another few days passed by. On this particular snowy day, Frances awoke in Malphas' arms. She was purring quietly as he ran his hand continuously through her hair. She rubbed her face against his black cloth covered chest, placing a gentle kiss upon it.
"Good morning, Malphas." She greeted, quietly.
He placed a kiss upon her head.
"Good morning, my precious mate for all eternity." He greeted, lightly scratching down her back.
She shivered slightly, smile widened, her purr pausing for a moment. It started back up as she tightened her hold on the demon as she nuzzled his chest. She relaxed her body. Her left hand held his shoulder as her right hand trailed up his chest and began to draw random designs upon it. Suddenly, her finger stopped as a thought occurred to her.
"Malphas," She began.
She squealed as he moved her body so her face was hovering directly above his. She looked into his delighted red eyes.
"Yes, my darling, after today's schedule is complete, we can go visit your Isle and explore our home."
She smiled brightly. She leaned close to his lips.
"Thank you, my love. I love you."
He smiled fondly at her. His hand reached up and cupped her cheek.
"I love you, Frances."
They leaned in towards one another, sharing a spine-tingling, warm kiss, once again igniting their flames and hearing their song echo through their souls. They pulled away after a few minutes, breathing heavily. She rubbed her cheek against his, placing a quick kiss. She took his hand and pulled him up.
"Come on. The sooner we start the day, the quicker it will go by!"
He chuckled at her enthusiasm, allowing her to pull him to her closet. The two of them dressed for the day. They exited her room and made breakfast together.
The day did indeed pass quickly and soon enough dinner passed by as well. Ciel wished her a pleasant evening to which she wished him the same. Once Ciel entered the hallway, Malphas turned to her with a smirk.
"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand.
She accepted it.
"We shall."
They took off like bullets. The night sky was covered in clouds and a fog rolled in. As they moved past their garden, the two of them transformed. Frances frowned slightly when she realized Malphas only partly transformed matching her with his heeled feet and long black claws, though his hair was a tad bit longer and shaggier. In fact, now that she thought about it, he hadn't transformed since the day before his birthday. Malphas lifted her clawed hand to his lips, a bit of fang appearing. He lowered it, yet continued to hold onto it as they continued running.
"I do not wish to overwhelm you. (Her head tilted with furrowed brows. He smiled.) My blood is quite powerful and reacts to my transformation, heightening your demonic senses."
She smiled at the care he was showing her. She squeezed his hand before lifting it to her lips and placed a kiss upon it. She lowered it as she lifted her head to meet his loving gaze.
"Thank you, my kind demon."
A frown formed upon his lips.
"I told you not to say that." He grumbled.
She ignored that, speaking her next words seriously.
"I am your strong hybrid. I know I can handle your true form. It's been two weeks since my… incident. Can we please try?" She asked.
Malphas knew she is a strong creature however, he didn't want to overwhelm her. He looked into her fuchsia eyes. He could see and feel the calmness as well as the reassurance and the pleading within her. He knew she missed his true form. He didn't want to overwhelm her however, the longer he looked into her steady calm gaze, he couldn't resist. He sighed, looking away for a moment. He looked back at her to see her eyes alit in happiness and excitement.
"We can try after we look at our home."
She smiled beautifully. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She leaned away from him, still smiling.
"Thank you, Malphas."
He smiled back. They came to a stop. Frances looked around. Her smile grew. The snow was covering the ground, though a few red and black roses were determined not to be buried under the snow. Her eyes looked at the snow covered cottage which caused her to smile. Malphas gently squeezed her hand lightly to gain her attention. She looked up at him. He bowed and gestured towards their home.
"Welcome to our home."
She giggled and looped her arm in his as she leaned her head against his arm. They began walking to the grey stone building with a green door. Malphas stepped forward to open the door. The candle lights flickered on. A gasp escaped her lips. It was beautiful!
To the left was a huge kitchen as big as the Phantomhive kitchen however, with its grey cabinets and white walls, it was more cozy. A long grey dining table with matching chairs surrounded it sat in front of it with a window view of the flowers and cliff. The curtains were open and there were two white sheer curtains in front of dark grey curtains with white flowers sewn into it. Next to the kitchen was a grey rail staircase. On the right was a cozy sitting room with a huge dark blue couch with two matching chairs, a beautiful grey stone fireplace with matching grey bookshelves on either side of them filled with books. Malphas led her to a door under the stairs. He turned on the light revealing a bathroom that held a toilet and sink with grey cabinets underneath, a silver oval mirror hung over the sink. She smiled at him. He led her out the bathroom and up the staircase. Once at the top, she saw that there were two grey doors on the right with three pictures. One on the right, closest to the stairway, one in the middle, and one at the end. The one closest to the stairway was a beautiful picture of the surrounding forest. The one in the middle was of the field of black and red roses. And the last one had a picture of the cliffside at sunset. At the end of the hall was another grey door. On the left in the middle was a door. On the right side of the door, was a picture of her and her siblings when they went to the shopping district while the left held a picture of the Phantomhive household with Pluto in his demon hound form that matched the one she received for Christmas last year. She lightly touched the picture frame lovingly. Malphas gently guided her from the picture frame by the small of her back.
He led her to the first door, opening it up. The candle lights once again flickered on. She gasped. It was a fairly large bedroom with a Queen size bed with beautiful blue sheets, the bedframe was a dark brown color in the middle against the wall under a huge window with dark blue curtains framing it, revealing the forest beyond. Next to the bed was a nightstand. There was a door on the wall to the right and another on the left next to a lovely grey stone fireplace as well as an empty dark brown bookcase. A plush blue chair sat in front of the fireplace with a small brown table next to it. He led her to the door on the right. He opened it. She looked inside to see a fairly large bathroom with the top half walls being white while the bottom half dark blue. On the right was a medium sink with brown cabinets, a silver oval mirror above the sink. Next to it was a white toilet. Across the room, halfway between the sink and toilet was a white tub.
"It looks beautiful. Bridgett will love it!" She said.
He smiled.
"Shall we?"
She nodded. He gestured her out. She did so. He closed the door behind him. He led her to the next door and opened it revealing a walk-in closet with drawers and a rack to hang her clothes. She nodded. They walked out. He closed the door behind them. She looked around again and smiled wider. Malphas led her from the room, closing the door behind them.
He went to the next room. He opened the door. The flames once again flickered on. She knew instantly this would be Irene's room. It was slightly identical to Bridgett's bedroom, though her sheets were red with red curtains. A long brown table held a black sewing machine with a brown chair with a red cushion next to the stone fireplace. The doors sat side by side on the right side of the table with the sewing machine.
"The door on the right is the bathroom. The door on the left is the closet." He explained, "They look the same as Bridgett's room. Would you still like to see?"
"Please?" She asked.
He led her to the bathroom first. He opened the door. It was the exact same layout as Bridgett's except with the walls being red instead of blue. He led her out once she nodded. He opened the closet door and once again, it was a walk-in closet with drawers and a rack to hang her clothes. When she had her fill of the closet, he led her out of the closet then the room, closing both doors once again. He led her to the door at the end of the hall.
He opened the door that would be Marcelo's room. Straight in front of her was a large window with light blue curtains that overlooked the trees. Under the window was a Queen size bed with light blue sheets. On the left was a door that Malphas explained was the closet, on the right was another door that held the bathroom that was the same layout as their siblings, but with light blue walls. Next to his bed was a matching brown nightstand. On the left side, near the door, was the grey stone fireplace with two brown plush chairs in front of a brown rectangular table in front of it. On the right side of the fireplace and to the left of the bathroom held a brown cabinet. Malphas walked over and opened it, revealing a few games. She looked up at him. He met her loving gaze. His red eyes danced with the flames that lit the fireplace. She reached her hand up and cupped his right cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing before slowly reopening.
"You know us so well." She complimented.
His eyes filled with amusement, a smirk appeared upon his face, his warble sounded. He reached his hand up to cup her left cheek. She leaned into his touch. Her eyes closed then reopened to look at him lovingly. The flames dancing inside her.
"Only because you let me."
She smiled brightly. His hand slowly slipped off her cheek as he reached up with his free hand to take her hand from his cheek. He lifted it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss upon it. He slowly lowered it as he met her brown gaze.
"Come. We have one more room to explore." He said in a low, lustful voice.
She shivered at the tone. She allowed him to led her out. He paused outside the door that sat in the middle of the hallway. He placed his hand on the silver doorknob. He looked at her with a seductive smirk.
"This is our room."
He opened the door. Frances' eyes widened. The room was huge! There was a beautiful black piano on the left side of the room that matched the black walls. Just past that was a door. Past the door was a long table that held a window with dark purple curtains. It overlooked the cliffside with the field of flowers. Directly across from them a huge black four poster King size bed and bedframe. The headboard being a mirror outlined in gold. The sheets were a deep purple with a black sheen canopy. There was a golden rope that would pull it back if she so desired. Above the bed stood another window with dark purple curtains. The view was the side of the cliff with a few flowers and on the right edge of the window, a tree peeked out as if to frame the beauty of the land, which it most certainly did! On either side of the bed sat two black nightstands with black candelabras upon them, the candles lighting the second they had walked into the room as usual. To the right sat the two columns Malphas sent here on either side of a black desk that matched to one he had in Phantomhive Manor. The columns held the vases full of roses she used for his birthday. Beside that was another door. On the right of the room had a dark grey stone fireplace with a black bookcase filled with books. In front of the fireplace were two black plush chairs with a small black table in between them. Malphas led her into the room. He took her to the door on the right first. He opened it to reveal a walk-in closet like all her other siblings except hers were black. There was even a space for her jewelry box on top of the black dresser. She looked at him with a bright smile. He smiled back. He led her out, closing the door behind them. He led her to the other door and opened it. Her jaw dropped. It was bigger than her siblings' bathrooms! The white tub could easily fit six people. There was a black cabinet to the left. There was a toilet next to the long black marble sink with four black drawers on each side of two doors underneath, the faucet was gold. A small square golden framed mirror sat above it. The walls were black. In the corner near the door stood a stunning golden frame full length mirror. Everything was absolutely lovely! So perfect!
She turned to the demon behind her. Her hands reached up to cup his face. Malphas instantly wrapped his arms around her.
Frances: I love~~~~~~~ you, Malphas.
Malphas: I love~~~~~~ you, Frances.
They both sang at the same time. Their smiles widened. They leaned towards one another. Their lips met in a tender, sweet kiss. Their song and flames danced within them, caressing their souls. They pressed closer to one another. Frances' hands moving to wrap around his neck, one hand went through his luscious locks while the other ran down his back. Malphas' hand cradled her head as his hand spread over her back. They both pulled away when she desperately needed air. He relished in her gasp once again. They were far and few between since he changed her so he would take what he could. His eyes softened at the loving gaze her chocolate eyes held.
"Malphas." She whispered, breathlessly.
His heart skipped a beat. He moved his hand from the back of her head trailing down her neck to the side of it, relishing the pleasurable shiver that ran through her, to the front of her neck before trailing his claws up her neck to cup her cheek. He never knew his true name could be spoken with such… love until Frances. She leaned further into his touch and closer to his body. Malphas' warble/purr began yet again.
"Frances." He purred.
Her heart soared. Her hands trailed from his back to his front, lowering to his chest. She moved him backwards back into the bedroom. To the bed. He sat upon it. A smirk appeared upon his lips. Her hands went to the buttons of his tailcoat and began to unbutton it. His hands slid to the back of her dress to undo the buttons. Her hands finished with his tailcoat, but didn't move it yet. Instead, she worked the buttons of his vest then of his white shirt. She knelt down to finish undoing the buttons of his white shirt. His hands moved to his side. His red eyes watching her in wonder at what she was going to do. His head tilted back when her soft lips kissed his stomach, her hands slowly trailing up and down his body under his clothes, sometimes with her human nails.
"My precious mate." She whispered. She kissed a little bit above his stomach where his abs started, "My understanding demon. (A kiss to the next set of abs.) My beautifully, handsome crow. (A kiss to the next set of abs.) My stunning architecture building crafter. (A kiss between the next set.) My knowing demon. (A lingering kiss on the top of his chest. She fiddled with the chain his regular pocket watch hung from. Once she got it off, her hands slipped into both pockets to retrieve the pocket watches. She took them out carefully. She pulled away slowly, her tongue darted out for a second. He shivered. She spun from the demon, lowering her right shoulder to reveal the white strap of her chemise. She smirked with pride at his lustful growl. She carefully put his pocket watches onto the nightstand. She also took out hers to place on the table. She slowly turned around, placing her hands on the fabric of her dress on and near her shoulder. She slowly slid the garment off. Malphas' eyes followed the path as she slid the fabric off. She stepped out of the dress as it pooled around her feet. She slowly made her way to him, her hands taking off the chemise then her undergarment. Malphas licked his lips the second her breasts then his mark then that sweet place between her legs were revealed as she stripped herself bare. She straddled his legs as her hands pushed back all the clothing covering his upper body. Her eyes met his with such tenderness, love, and happiness.) My loving, all consuming, considerate, kind soul mate. I love you with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my being. Thank you for building this beautiful place for us and our family."
The top half of his clothing was off by the time she finished speaking. Her clawed hands slowly trailed up his back to his arms. He shivered in pleasure. Her hand continued to trail up to his shoulder and neck. His left ungloved human hand reached up and caressed her cheek as her hand caressed his.
"You are welcome, Frances. My precious mate for all eternity."
They both smiled. The flames began their dance before their lips met over and over. She laid him down. Her hands slowly slid down to his slacks as she hovered above him. She slowly unbuttoned his slacks and pulled the zipper down. She pushed off his slacks. Her lips trailed down his jaw, neck, then his chest once again, though this time she kissed different parts of his chest as her clawed hands pushed down his slacks until they fell off his feet and onto the floor. Her sharp nails trailed up his legs causing another shiver. She smirked against his skin. She lifted her head to see the bulge of his undergarments. She slowly took them off. Her eyes widened slightly as it quite literally sprang towards her. She swallowed, hard.
*I… want to taste him. Is that weird?*
A low pleasure filled growl filled the room. A gentle caress from a tendril of darkness fell across her back. She shivered.
*Taste me, my mate.* Malphas growled inside her mind.
She swallowed once again. She took a deep breath. As she pushed his undergarment off, she lowered her body and head until she hovered over it. Her hand wrapped around it. Malphas let out a groan that changed into a moan as her warm lips wrapped around his private anatomy. Frances' eyes fluttered close at the sound, shuddering as she felt it causing her to slip more of his anatomy into her mouth. She slowly moved her tongue against it. Malphas hissed and thrusted slightly. She gasped as more filled her mouth. She pulled back, but didn't remove it when she felt his instant remorse. He couldn't help it. She slowly slid her mouth down again, her tongue brushing against him. He groaned again. She could feel his arousal as she pulled back up then down. Her eyes glanced and saw his claws appeared.
"Frances." He groaned.
She smiled around his length, her eyes closing as she continued to move up and down him.
*Malphas.* She sighed, her other hand trailing up his inner thigh.
Malphas' clawed hands moved to her head and pushed her hair down as she moved down.
"Swallow." Malphas growled as he did.
She did so. It slid all the way in.
"Such a good creature." He growled.
He pulled her up then pushed her down again. She swallowed. She moaned as he did. He began to go a little faster. She heard him grunt.
"My exquisite creature." He growled as he pushed her down again.
*Malphas.* She moaned in response.
"My precious mate."
*Malphas!*
"MY FRANCES!"
He fell over the edge. Frances squeezed her legs tightly as she began to swallow his liquid warmth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a moan fell from her lips. It tasted… delicious. She swallowed all of it. His grip slacked in her hair, now gently running over the strands. She made sure he was clean as she listened to his slightly hard breathing. She slowly removed her mouth from it. She gently rubbed her cheek against it causing the demon to groan. She removed her hand and leaned over him. There was a small bit of sweat on his forehead. His closed eyes open when he felt eyes on him. Desire was in his eyes. The hand that wasn't petting her hair, moved to cup her cheek. His thumb trailing her bottom lip.
"Such a little minx."
He rolled her over, widened her legs, and slowly entered her. She closed her eyes as her body arched towards him.
"Malphas." She sighed, her hands trailing up his chest.
He slowly pulled to her entrance before slowly pushing back in, enjoying the sigh she emitted.
"Malphas." She sighed again.
"Tell me, my precious mate." He encouraged her, taking her slowly.
Her hands reached up and cupped his face. Her finger moved the bang that always fell across his face. She smiled lovingly at him.
"Mine. My Malphas. My crow. My mate, for all eternity."
Her body bounced with each slow push. She pulled him into a long kiss.
*Yes. I am yours as you are mine.* He sent her.
*Please.* She begged softly, deepening the kiss as her hand moved to the back of his head.
She slowly pulled away, a come-hither moan escaped her lips as she leaned up towards his ear, her cheek against his own.
"I love you. That you are worried about your true form overwhelming me, but you should never have to hide yourself, least of all to me."
His eyes widened. Once again, this creature made him speechless. His heart skipped a beat as that warmth filled him yet again.
"My creature." He breathed. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. He moved his lips to her ear, "As you wish, my precious creature."
His tongue darted out to lick her ear. She shivered. His eyes flashed. He began to transform. Her hands squeezed his cheeks as they firmed against her hands, his anatomy growing inside her. She moaned as her eyes fought not to close at the feel of his growing anatomy as she wanted to watch him transform. She could feel his bones stretching as his tendrils of darkness caressed her in waves. She felt his body that touched hers slick, smooth, and slightly rubbery. She shivered and mewled. The cold smokey tendrils dissipated. Her fuchsia eyes opened. Her eyes met his instantly. A large smile lit her features. The demon shivered at the pure awe her eyes contained. Her hand trailed down his cheek to his chest, the tendrils of darkness caressed every inch of her. She looked him over, the look and feel of awe growing. She met his gaze once again. She leaned closer until her entire body pressed flush against him. Her hand moved to her mark on his chest as she purred.
"There's my true demon."
He let out a vicious, lustful growl. He plunged into her as his lips met hers, swallowing her scream of pleasure. Her private anatomy filled with her essence, allowing his private anatomy easier access.
*Mine! Mine! You! Are! MINE!* He growled, using his demon speed.
Her body trembled. She pulled away from the kiss with a loud gasp of,
"Malphas!"
His demon tongue licked her neck before he leaned down and bit, licked, sucked, and kissed along it harshly. She moaned, still trembling from the pleasure he gave her. Her hand slipped from his cheek to his hair. She removed it before reaching his horns, wanting to feel them. The second she touched the right one, another growl emitted from the demon. He bit her hard causing her to cry out and grip his horn tightly as her legs tightened around his waist, her hands digging into his backside.
"My mate!" He growled as he licked up her blood.
"Malphas!" She responded, her hand stroking down his horn as far as she could.
Malphas growled again in response, slamming into her. Her body thrusted at the same time. She would try to meet his demon speed thrusts, but only met his a few times since she wasn't a full demon. Her hand continued to stroke his horn back and forth as his lips moved down to envelope a nipple. One of his clawed hands that had been trailing her sides or tracing a remaining scar on her front, moved to her buttocks then around her left leg, holding her closer to his body. She moaned arching closer, her body slightly off the bed.
*Sing for me.* He snarled inside her mind.
Her moans, gasps, purrs, come-hither whimpers, and calls of his name grew louder to his command. She moved her hand down his horn, pushing his shaggy hair back using her nails as her booted feet curled almost flatly against his back. Malphas moaned. The flames inside them danced and danced as their bodies met over and over. Each caress, each dance of flame, each sound, each movement, feeling one another's feelings sent wave after wave of pleasure, happiness, ecstasy, desire, and love through their beings. Frances' clawed hand touched his wings and ran lovingly over them downward. Malphas wrapped his wings around them, allowing them to surround them in a loving embrace. He gently lowered her back onto his feathers, allowing more feathers to appear and caress her body as his clawed hand caressed her mark. The pleasure inside her tipped over the edge. Everything happened at the same time: her body stiffened, her clawed hand gripped into his wing, actually puncturing it causing blood to run down her hand and his wing, her hand on his heart curled slightly with her palm still on her mark, her back arched, his wings followed as if they were a part of her as well, his name left as a scream pouring out of her mouth.
"MALPHASSSSSSSSSS!"
"FRANCESSSSSSSSSS!" Malphas roared with her, his own body had tensed.
They released their essence for a long while. Little moans, purrs, warbles, and groans escaped both creature and demon alike. Malphas was the first to recover. He gently kissed the valley between her breasts enjoying the shiver and come-hither gasp that escaped his mate. He trailed his kisses upward as he slowly lowered her leg, his hand gently running up and down it. She finally relaxed, her body falling gently upon his wings with a sigh.
Her hands moved from her mark and wing, trailing blood from his wing that had already healed to his shoulders. His lips met hers as his hand trailed to her waist while the other hand trailed up to cup her cheek. She returned the kiss, the flames still dancing within them. They pulled away with her gasping for breath. Malphas' pointed thumb ran across her cheek lovingly. He watched her eyes flutter open showing her lovely fuchsia eyes expressing her overwhelming pleasure and love for him. His warble/purr grew louder.
Malphas: I love~~~~~~~ you, Frances.
Frances: I love~~~~~~~~ you, Mal—
Her eyes widened when she saw her bloodied claw. Her eyes darted to his blood stained shoulder. Before she could look for an injury, Malphas took her bloodied hand in his. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, a fang gleamed in the candlelight. His tongue darted out for a moment, licking some of the blood off her palm. He lowered it slightly as his fuchsia eyes met hers.
"I am fine, my darling. You simply scratched me in your… (A smirk grew upon his lips. Smugness and pridefulness rolling off him in waves.) blissfully wonderful pleasure." He explained using her words.
A blush covered her cheeks causing Malphas to chuckle softly.
"I'm…"
He cut her off by licking her middle finger causing her to gasp and jerk. Malphas groaned as their private anatomies were still entwined.
"You have no reason to apologize, my mate."
She couldn't respond besides squirming and making come-hither whimpers as he licked her hand clean. When he finished, he lowered her hand to his chest. His fuchsia eyes once again met hers. He leaned his forehead on hers. She smiled. Her pinky once again moved his bang.
Frances: I love~~~~~~~~~~ you, Malphas.
Malphas: I love~~~~~~~~ you, Frances.
He pressed his lips lightly to hers. She kissed him back. Her hand, still being held by his, ran down his chest. They slowly pulled away. She lightly rubbed his nose with her own, her purr as loud as Malphas' warble/purr. Her eyes slowly opened to look at him under her lashes.
"Thank you so much, Malphas. I love you." She said, softly.
"I love you, my precious mate. You are welcome." He said, gently caressing her cheek again, "Rest now, my mate for all eternity."
She smiled. She leaned closer, lips grazing his lightly. She pulled back just a little. Her eyes met his once again.
"Only if you sleep too."
He paused for a moment, thinking it over. A smirk graced his lips.
"Very well."
She smiled. She kissed his lips lightly again.
Once they parted, he slowly extracted himself from her. She shivered once he was out. He removed his hand from her heart and moved it to their lower extremities. With a wave, they were clean. Frances once again shivered, not quite used to the sensation.
He placed his hand on the other side of her hip and rolled onto his back. He lifted her so her head was leveled with his chest. The lower part of her body hung off him, though she still remained flushed against him. Her left hand wrapped around his waist while the other remained on his chest. She began to draw random designs upon his chest, her eyes closed as she was tired.
"Can we spend the night here please, Malphas? I promise to tell you if someone is coming to the manor."
He kissed her head. His left hand running through her hair while the other glided up and down her waist.
"Yes, my mate." He agreed.
She smiled, rubbing her face against his slick, oily, rubbery chest, a quiet giggle escaped her lips as his tendrils caressed her face. Once she finished, she tilted her head so her cheek was against his skin.
"Good night, Malphas." She breathed.
"Good night, my Frances."
She succumbed to sleep.
Malphas watched his mate sleep for a few seconds, thoroughly impressed with her. He was glad, no elated that she was his and his alone.
*You never cease to amaze me, my Frances.*
She let out a sigh, snuggling deeper into his chest. His wings pressed firmer against her. He curled his head so his chin rested upon his mate's head. His eyes closed. His hand that ran through her hair stopped in the middle of her back. He joined his mate, allowing himself to sleep.
The next day, Frances awoke in the dark beings' arms. His warble/purr matched her purr. She carefully stretched her body out, feeling a bit of pain in her lower extremities nor on her neck and chest. When she finished her stretch, Malphas' wings rustled softly and pressed closer to her. She smiled. She turned her face towards his wings and rubbed against them, feeling their sharpness and softness. She let out a content sigh, placing her head back upon his chest for a moment. She carefully moved her body up her demon. She briefly noticed her hands were her human hands. She stopped when she was face to face with Malphas. His black eyelids were closed, his mouth was open slightly (Though he wasn't breathing, merely allowing his warble/purr to escape his lips.) showing his gleaming white fangs, his black bangs framed his face and fell across his nose. He looked so peaceful. She smiled softly. Her hand reached up and began to stroke the feathers around his left eye. His warble/purr grew louder the second her fingers gently stoked them, his arms tightened around her as he nuzzled her hand. Her smile widened.
Frances: You look so beau~~~~~tiful~~~~~.*
She complimented quietly. Malphas opened his mouth wider, allowing a louder warble to pass through his lips. She continued to stroke his feathers, smiling softly as she slowly felt him waking up. His fuchsia eyes fluttered open, softening as he instantly met her eyes.
"Precious mate." He warbled.
She smiled wider. She leaned down and kissed his lips. He returned the kiss. The flames danced within them. Her other hand slipped to the wings behind him, slightly running through the strands of his hair. Malphas' arms tightened even further around her. They pulled away after a few minutes. Frances placed her forehead against his, a quiet content sigh escaped her lips. Her eyes slowly opened.
"Good morning, Malphas." She greeted.
"Good morning, my precious mate." He greeted in return.
She smiled widely, content to run her fingers through the feathers on his face and his wings. Malphas enjoyed the feeling of his mate's fingers through his feathers, his warble/purr made that very evident. One of Malphas' clawed hands began to lazily trace her remaining scars. She let out another sigh as she lowered her head and tucked it against his neck. The two snuggled against each other.
"Precious mate."
"My crow demon."
They both whispered lovingly.
Malphas twisted to his right side. Frances gasped at the unexpected moment, but instantly relaxed as the demon curled around her. She opened her mouth, emitting a purr as she snuggled deeper. The two of them returning to a light sleep.
They both awoke as the sky began to change to a lighter blue, signifying that they would need to start their day soon. With reluctance from both, they slowly separated and began to put themselves tighter to be presentable and human-like for their friends and Young Master.
Frances was saddened that he had to return to his human form, though she understood why, it still made her sad. Malphas sensing her sadness, wrapped his arms around his mate's clothed body. He gently kissed her neck, his tongue darting out as she tilted her head further and relaxed into him.
"Not to worry, precious mate." He said, leaning his forehead against hers after he pulled away from her shoulder, "You shall see my true form soon."
She hummed in delight. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. He leaned closer to her ear.
"Does my human form truly disappointed you?" He asked her, feigning sadness.
Her eyes widened. She turned quickly to face him.
"No! Not at… (She stopped, seeing the smirk he was hardly suppressing upon his lips. Her eyes narrowed. She turned from him with crossed arms.) Hmph! Cheeky demon!"
He chuckled. His arms wrapped around her waist yet again. He kissed the top of her head.
"You love me." He sing-sang.
A smile appeared upon her lips. She tilted her head up and back to look at him. He met her accepting and lovingly gaze.
"I do." She agreed.
"Come." He said, pulling away from her before holding out his hand, "Let us return to the manor."
She accepted his hand with a nod and,
"Yes, Malphas."
He smiled. The two took off racing against the brightening sky.
*'Beautiful' from "Love Never Dies" belongs to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber