Ex-V: I hope you like it!
Emi hissed, furious, indignant, and stormed off, walking ahead of Rika and Maou, grinding her teeth. "Just shut up-!"
Rika giggled, faintly, before turning to Maou, who was walking, calmly, beside her. "Hey, don't those jeans make Emi's butt look amazing-?"
Emilia froze, flushed, eyes wide, and stopped walking, immediately, unconsciously, in spite of herself, listening in, to hear Maou's reply.
The king of Hell, well-aware of Emi listening in, facing away from him, a few steps ahead, just shrugged, noncommittally, despite eyeing the Hero's read end, grinning faintly, out of the corner of his eyes.
"Hey Emi-!" Rika smirked, mischievously, turning to the Hero. "Maou said your ass is incredible-"
Emi squeaked, bright red, whirling around to face her older friend. "He did not-!"
Maou coughed, awkwardly, turning slightly away, and Emi's jaw dropped, confused, for a moment, before gasping, and glaring at him, heartbeat racing, veins throbbing, threateningly, in her forehead. "What-?!"
Maou grinned, meeting her glare, calmly, before raising an eyebrow.
"To be fair, I did say that earlier-" His eyes narrowed, slightly smug.
"You...!" Emi squealed, pulse pounding, radiantly crimson. "P-pervert, stop looking at my butt-!"
Rika cackled, delighted. "Oh, Emi…He can't help it, your ass is too magnificent, it's like a magnet for Maou's eyes-"
The Hero yelped, flushed, covering her red face with both hands, furious. "It isn't! Stop talking about my ass-!"
Maou laughed, highly amused, shaking his head, resuming his long, striding pace, while Rika grinned, matching his steps, thrilled, alongside him, towards Emilia.
"You can't blame him, Emi. Your beautiful, strong hips appeal to his desire for an heir-"
Maou cackled, covering his eyes, as Emi shrieked, blushing furiously. "S-Stop it-! I just have an ordinary butt-!"
"That's right, Rika-" Maou grinned, wickedly, turning to the brunette. "Stop pestering the Hero. Being flat is her comfort zone, she isn't ready to accept her ass for what it is-"
Emi screeched, glowing red, steaming, and kicked Maou in the shins. He laughed, cursing faintly, under his breath.
A moment of silence. Rika giggled madly, and kept walking.
As they walked together, following her noiselessly, a moment later, with Rika looking, unbearably smug, from the Hero to the Demon King and back, Emi's heart was beating mercilessly in her chest, and her thoughts raced…
(Two hours later)
Emi stood, in front of the mirror, in her room, nervously, flushed, appraising her rear end.
Her heart was still hammering inside her, as she thought of Maou…
She cocked her hips, once, briefly, before shaking her head, bright red, terribly ashamed, slightly excited.
Does…Does Maou really think my butt is…
magnificent…?
She groaned, a moment later, face-palming, before clicking the lights off, crawling onto her bed, shimmying under the sheets, and curling up, tightly, on her side.
In the silence, she could feel her heartbeat racing; against her will, she imagined Maou, telling Rika that those jeans made her ass look incredible…
She squeaked, glowing red, burying her face in a pillow, thinking of Maou watching her hips, deciding that she'd make a great mother for his children…
A moment of silence, as Emi strained to calm her fluttering heart.
Rika claimed that Maou was in love with her. Of course, she'd never believe it, but…Even Alciel had, grudgingly, told her that the king of Demons had feelings for her…
And Emi was in love with Maou, oh, was she ever in love with Maou…
She wanted him to love her, she wanted him to look at her with lusty eyes, she wanted him to….to touch her…
She wanted to have Maou's children, she wanted to be a mother, there was a fierce, instinctual urge, constantly building inside her, to be held by Maou, to nurse his babies, to give birth, to hear little Maous tottering about the house…
She yelped, quietly, weakly, in her bed, rolling around, impotently, on the mattress.
It was the most frustrating thing.
And she'd be damned if Maou ever found out…
Silence.
Slowly, slowly, the hero drifted off to sleep, flinching, uncomfortable, heat swirling inside her, thoughts of the demon king entirely demanding her tired mind.
(In Emi's dreams)
In her Dreams, Emi stood, in her room, in front of the Mirror…
She was older, much older, maybe forty, forty something, and she looked tired…Drained, somehow, sad…
Maou appeared, from nothingness, behind her, grinning, and he looked exactly the same, full of youth, full of life, and energy, charisma, his usual charisma, leaking from his every pore.
She turned to him, yearning, and her heart longed for him…Emi opened her mouth, to express her feelings, to say what she so desperately wanted to communicate to him, to tell him her feelings, her overwhelming feelings, all the love that was coursing through her, to tell him how much she loved him, and wanted him, but instead, she yelled at him, angrily.
He grinned, frustrated, and teased her; Somehow, Emi was powerless to stop herself, they were arguing, fighting, bitterly, and she wanted to scream, to stop fighting with him, she wanted to cry, she wanted to fall at his feet and beg him to love her, to tell him that she loved him, and needed him, but she just kept arguing, kept fighting, and when she looked into his eyes, he looked so sad…
She was horrified, she could see it, so clearly, in his eyes, that he wanted her, that he loved her, but she wouldn't let him say it, she just screamed at him, aggravated.
Her dream changed…
Emi was sitting, anxiously, in a doctor's office, waiting, alone, in a small, grey room.
Nothing happened, nothing moved, in the silence, and she felt somehow sick, or claustrophobic, it was incredibly unpleasant, and the hero couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something, that something was missing, or someone, someone was missing, someone warm, someone kind and loving, and gentle…
She felt so alone, so frightened…
Emilia was helpless, she couldn't move, she couldn't leave, she couldn't even stand up, and she felt old, unhappy, out of place.
She was trapped, lonely, and as time passed, hours seemed to fly by, as she waited, miserable, in the cold, tiny room.
Finally, a doctor, a kindly, older woman in a white coat, with grey hair, cracked the door open, and stepped inside.
After a moment of silence, the doctor placed her hand on Emi's shoulder, and the hero felt herself shudder, a terrible, ominous sensation filling her, sending shudders down her spine.
"I'm so sorry, Emi. You're too old, your body can't support a child…" The old doctor sighed, and Emi froze, heartbeat stopping, horrified. "You can't have children anymore."
Emi felt tears in her eyes, and she cried, rubbing her eyes with trembling, balled fists, heart aching; the crushing loneliness inside her seemed to grow dull, numbing, sore…
The hero wanted to scream, but she only sobbed, helplessly, as the doctor faded away, and she was left, alone, weeping, holding her head, in the cold, grey room.
The dream changed again.
Emi was no longer alone, she was no longer frightened, or cold…
She looked up, feeling refreshed, feeling like herself again, young, healthy, full of life and energy, and saw Maou, sitting across from her, watching her, grinning, on a couch.
A pleasant fire crackled in a hearth, a calming fireplace, to her left, and she looked around, bewildered. The atmosphere was so relaxing, and so familiar…
She heard Maou speak, and she turned to face him, excitedly, but she couldn't understand his words…Emi just watched him, confused, as he talked to her, and she could see his mouth moving, she could hear his voice, but his words were incomprehensible to her…
Somehow, just hearing him speak, just hearing his kind, gentle tone, made her feel so happy…She glowed, despite wondering what he was saying, despite being slightly bamboozled, as she looked deep into his eyes.
The king of demons stood up, slowly, intently, and she watched as he crossed the room, to her, eyes wide. Maou set his hand under her chin, and angled her face up, to him, as she realized he was going to kiss her.
She tried to speak, tried to say something, anything, as her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed, but she found she couldn't say a word.
Maou pressed her backwards, down onto a soft, fluffy surface, that seemed to swallow her up, as he met her lips, and she sighed, delighted, her body humming. He embraced her, and Emi wrapped her arms around his neck, as he stroked her cheek, and began to peel her clothes off.
She gasped, feeling his hands on her, feeling him touch her, rubbing into her, and her body reacted, under him, shivering, heart hammering, thrilled.
Maou kissed her again, and her eyes drifted closed, as sweet, soft music played in her ears, soothing her…She could feel Maou, working her panties off, raising her dress, a beautiful, white dress, that flowed down around her…
"I love you, Emilia." He whispered to her, and his voice was sharp, ringing, clear, reverberating through the room, and through her body. She squeaked, heat rushing through her, unbelievable joy and pleasure surging up in her body, as the meaning of his words clicked in her mind…
"I-I love you-" She stammered, desperately, flushed, overcome, as she felt a strange pressure between her legs…Emi looked up at him, into his eyes, as he raised himself above her, and she realized he was going to penetrate her, he was going to take her virginity, she was going to be pregnant, with his babies, and be a mother, and have a family, with Maou…
Emi woke up, shuddering, gasping, panting, in a cold sweat, heart hammering, bright red.
Ex-V: Did you have fun? Did you enjoy it? I hope so!
I'll put the next chapter up tomorrow, If you're into it!
See you then :D