His kind had had their string of affairs and even he had, but he'd never felt something quite like this.

This feeling made him want to surrender and yet also made him feel far more free than any other experience of his.

Amaimon's fingers tickled her chin up, to let her eyes lock on his, as his silently asked for permission before seconds later he swooped in.

He cherished the feeling of Shiemi's lips clinging back and almost fighting back from memories of him telling her about his kind and their ways and yet also to prove her own strength and sense of will.

She may never win this affectionate fight with him, but he knew that she'd always cherish it and enjoy the battle like he did.

A part of him still longed to control her and maintain that level of strength, but he knew better.

He could be impulsive, reckless, and dangerous, but she was the first one to make him feel as if he should and could be more.

Amaimon was never one for large displays of affection almost too grand to be real; he left that for his brother to do.

He was one to jump into things in an almost reckless manner and despite his feelings, these actions too became him.

The demon king held Shiemi close and let his tongue out to play suddenly enough that she gasped as she clung to him as if her life depended on it.

Others may get the wrong idea from this level of affection and heat, but he thrilled over the sounds that he achieved from her with certain actions, and he figured that she felt the same for his own sounds as well.

He tucked her closer into himself as he fully let himself get lost in this moment and let his mind stray only to her.

Their potentially 'taboo' relationship was irrelevant now as all he ever wanted was her, and he hoped that she felt the same way in regards to him as he slowly let her mold against him as if an extension of his being as his mind became immersed in his love of her.