Reader's P.O.V.

Nothing stood in Claude's way on his quest for me to conceive. We found ourselves being intimate on a daily basis. I felt like a rabbit since we were always going at it. Claude had unlimited stamina and was always willing to go more rounds and as for me, I got tired a lot. But I wasn't complaining, it just goes to show how much we love each other. We never got tired of performing the act when it came down to the deed.

Our pants began to die down after a few hours of blissful love making. I was still gripping onto Claude but I was so exhausted that the only thing I could think of was sleep. The warmth of Claude's body and my own need for sleep drowned me...

Time skip....

I woke up a few hours later feeling really sore. Claude really takes a lot out of me, he can be really rough and aggressive when were doing it.

I swing my legs over the bed and stretching as I sit on the edge. Claude is usually beside me when I wake up but he wasn't here at the moment. As I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom, I hear him walk into our bedroom.

Claude: Up so soon? I could have sworn that after our last encounter, you'd be exhausted for the next few days.

Claude smirked and I could hear a lot of arrogance in his voice as my face grew bright red. Claude began to stride over to me and pull me into a tight embrace as he seemed to admire the work he had done on my body. No doubt he was feeling proud of all the marks on my skin. Those devilish hands of his began to dance on my skin and an exasperated moan escaped my lips.

(Y/N): Your always making me feeling all hot and bothered..... ( I say shyly as I look away from him)

Claude: It's because I like the smell of your arousal ( Claude begins to trail kisses down your neck)....and I love you.... ( His hand trails down from the center of your chest through your open buttoned shirt and rest on your stomach) and also because I want you with child. ( Claude's hand grips your core as you writhe against him) It seems you require more of my "essence", you've proven to require more work to fertilize, thus we must keep trying. 

I was just as excited as Claude to bring new life into this word but doubtful at the same time. I knew pregnancy and birth was painful but it would all be worth in the end. Yet.... I felt worried. Would a demon baby be require different needs than a human baby? Most importantly, could I even birth a demon baby?

Claude had sensed I was worried and began to comfort me immediately.

Claude: Do not worry my butterfly, you will make a fine mother and everything will be fine.

(Y/N) trusted what Claude was saying to her but in truth Claude didn't know if everything would be alright. He didn't know a lot about baby's since he's never had one of his own. As far as he knew, he had never saw a half human half demon baby. Most demons wouldn't reproduce with a human but he didn't care, ( Y/N) and his relationship was unique. He could hope that everything would be fine and that (Y/N) and their future child did not have any difficulties.

Time skip.....

Claude's P.O.V.

I watched (Y/N) as she continued to write in her book of spiders. I still admired how she was so determined to finished the entry that was all about me. Although I found I spent less time in my spider form because I liked being with (Y/N). However my human form seemed to attract other spiders that I knew. They didn't really show themselves much but were useful for eating unwanted creatures that sneak into our home.

(Y/N) was now humming to herself as she curled up with the book, pen in hand. I close my eyes and take in the sweet melody and hear whispers in my ear. I held up the spider that was in the palm of my hand. Her name was Antoinette. She was a black widow and a very unusual one. Antoinette was much nice than her species is known for. Black widows are known to eat their mates but Antoinette just refuses to have one. She just prefers to be alone and is content with that life. She and I had known each other for some time and Antoinette had a crush on me. She'd come to visit me every now and them and seems to like my new wife.

She told me that (Y/N) was a suitable partner for me and wished she could talk with her. (Y/N) had noticed my strange encounter with Antoinette and questioned me about it as she looked up from her writing.

( Y/N): Are you talking to spiders again? I wish I could do that, I am the wife of a spider after all.

Claude: The language of a spider is a difficult one and I'd have trouble teaching it to you but I am happy to be your translator.

( Y/N): Ooooooh! What's it saying?

Claude: Antoinette is complementing on how I've captured such a darling wife and how she wishes she could speak to you.

( Y/N): She sounds nice considering she's a black widow. ( Y/N) searches for the entry of black widows and turns it to Claude so he can see the picture) I'm happy Claude and I found each other before you could sink your fangs into him. (Y/N) joked at Antoinette).

Claude pushed his glasses up his nose with his fingers before releasing Antoinette to scurry away, back to her web. Claude walks over to (Y/N), lifts her from her chair and sets her on his lap. He takes off his glasses and puts them down on a table near by. (Y/N) watched him  in aw.

(Y/N): Y-You look even more handsome without your glasses.

Claude: And you would look even more breath taking without this dress on.

I had brought (Y/N) into a heated kiss as our tongues did battle with each other, licking and jabbing with much fervor.

(Y/N) was surprised upon hearing my words as she let out a faint gasp as I proceeded to undo the ribbon on her dress.

Time skip....

Reader's P.O.V.

I woke up to the sound of tapping. Claude must have carried me to bed after we....well you know. He was always so smooth with his words and once I heard them I was under his control. Claude was never like this before but I'm happy he can express how he feels for me since we'll be together from now on. After all I turned in from an emotionless man to one that's smiling and happy or at least he is when I'm around.

The tapping sounds continued. I was curious about were it was coming from as I got out of bed and slipped my night gown on. I went down staires and made a right in the second hall. The tapping sounds got louder and louder as I creeped closer to the sound. When the sound was at full capacity I ended up stopping in front of a door. Light seeped from underneath it and I could hear Claude's voice coming from inside. 

Claude: One, Two, Three.....

I slowly opened the door as quietly as possible and found the source of the noise. Claude was tap dancing. I watched in utter astonishment as his feet moved at lightening speeds. I knew Claude had a thing for dancing but I never knew he tapped danced or was this good at it. It made me feel a little disappointed that I couldn't join him since I didn't really have much experience at the activity. He looked so focused in his actions that he hadn't noticed me for at least three minutes before his dance session ended. Without even turning around he spoke to me

Claude: I hope you enjoyed my little performance.

(Y/N): It was lovely, I didn't know you were so good with your feet.

Claude: How thoughtful, my butterfly. I also take that you like the ballroom as well.

How could I not notice. I hadn't even realized we had one because we never did. To think that in just a few hours, Claude could add on an entire room without me hearing any of the construction. Demons are truly remarkable.

Claude: I hope I didn't wake you.

I began to make my way to Claude on the dance floor.

(Y/N): No, but I'm almost sad you didn't wake me to join you.( I fake pouted)

Claude: Then, I'm sure now would be a perfect time to start your long awaited dancing lessons.

I happily nodded as Claude wrapped one hand around my waist and other intertwined with my hand.

Claude: Now, to begin you must remember that footing and posture is very important. Follow my lead, One and two and one and two....

I tried my best to keep up the pace and be as accurate as Claude. When I tripped, he caught me and insisted my mistakes were only signs of progress.

He also that after I mastered ballroom dancing, we'd move on to tap dancing, and then his favorite kind of Spanish dancing. I know these all would take a while to learn but I was determined to master them all to be able to dance the night away with my husband......