Innocence
by Cyberchao X
Disclaimer: I don't own Disgaea or these characters. I just write lemons with them.
Summary: Overlord Laharl gets a reminder of just what it is that makes his queen so indispensable to him…
"You know, Flonne, you really are frustrating sometimes," Laharl mused.
The fallen angel stared at the young overlord, confused. "How so?"
"You've been queen of the netherworld for thirty years now, and yet you still hang on to that childish purity of the angel you used to be. How do you do it? And why?"
"I…see the best in everyone? I like being good. It's fun. And deep down, I think you like me this way."
This caught Laharl off guard. "Hahahahaha! ...no."
'Think about it. I've been here long enough to know that corrupting a pure soul is somewhat of a turn-on for demons. If I "remain" pure and innocent, then you keep getting that thrill every time you…"violate" me.' She had advanced on the stunned king and placed his hand upon her chest. He turned red.
"Y-you…you sneaky bitch; you've been a demon this whole time!"
" Well, being pure good all the time is kind of boring." She smiled as her dress hit the floor. "Devious enough to make you beg for these, anyway. C'mon, I wanna see some groveling before these come off," she said, referring to the red bra and panties that were now the only thing she was wearing.
'I'm the overlord, damnit! I don't "grovel"!' He pounced at her, trying to remove the pesky undergarments, but she evaded him despite now having her legs crossed, one hand holding each piece in place. She decided to tease him a bit more.
"Ooh, I think they're getting bigger," she said, caressing her breasts. "That won't be a problem, will it? I know how you feel about large-breasted girls…"
"Your breasts are the perfect size, Flonne. Now loosen up. The guardedness may fit the whole illusion of purity, but the way you're making me beg for it certainly shatters that."
Flattered by the comment, she relented to a degree, casting off the bra. "I suppose you have a point…but I'm still going to make you work for the real prize."
"Now that's more like it." He pinned her against the wall, ravenously delighting in the mostly naked fallen angel. "That's my queen." He passionately took her lips while his hands massaged her breasts, and she returned the gestures of love/lust. But when he tried to remove her panties…
"Not. That. Easily."
"Damnit, sweetie, you may be the queen, but you're still supposed to be subservient to the mighty Overlord Laharl!" Queen Flonne just stuck her tongue out and taunted him.
"I will rip those panties to shreds!"
"You're going about this the wrong way…"
"Fine. I don't need that part of you. There's plenty of you to love out in the open." He returned to her exposed chest, running his tongue over it, pausing to savor the slight moan she let out each time he caressed a nipple.
"Really?" she asked, and he noticed that she was experiencing pleasure more frequently than he was making her. "You really don't know what you're missing in here." While the right hand guarded the panties, the left was reaching inside of them…inside of her.
"Floooooonne!" he whined, "Be reasonable!" The naked Overlord sank to his knees. She continued to pleasure herself. "I'm begging you, please, let me in!"
"Weeeeeeeeeeeell… you are at the perfect height to lick up all this mess." She uncrossed her legs and started to ease the now-moistening undergarment over her hips, still with two fingers inside herself. Laharl quickly pounced on it and brusquely pulled them to the ground, ravenously moving in on the damp pussy.
A little more than three hours later…
"Beautiful as usual," Laharl said as they finished up, "The most annoying part. I still don't believe you when you say I'm capable of love…but damnit, Flonne, I can't live without you."
Flonne giggled. "Glad I could be of service, my king."