Ex-V: Hi there! I can't tell you how glad I am that people seem to be enjoying this story, I wasn't sure about it at first. I knew I liked the Idea, and I figured If I jumped through enough hoops, I could present it to all of you, and make you happy. Resxct, a member here on this site , told me in a Review that nothing makes him or her happier than getting an email notification about a new Maou x Emi story I've posted, and that meant the world to me, So I knew, if even one person would be happy to see this story, I would work as hard as I could, despite all the obstacles, story wise, to make it happen. So many wonderful people have told me that they enjoy my work, and all the nice things you've all told me in the reviews on my other stories nearly made me cry when I read them! Thank you so much for that, and thank you so much for your time and attention!

That being said, I'd like to take just another moment of your time to answer the reviews on chapter one;

Valeria27: For one thing, I like your pen name! It reminds me of Valkyria Chronicles, and I'm a huge fan of that series, any mention of it at all is enough to make me smile. I'm so glad to hear that you're interested in what's going on in this story; If you're curious about the next event Maou and Emilia will compete in, hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter!

MaouVioletta656: We talk in the PM section of this site all the time, and I know you're not a fan of this sort of story; Because of that, the fact that you still went out of your way to read it, and to review it, is worth so much to me! As you know, I had to force this plot to happen, it didn't really seem very natural, and I even had to design an entirely new character, to replace Emi's mother. Because of that, I'm sure "Prize" isn't as good as my other stories, but I wanted to try my best to tell this story regardless! Of course, This plot is extremely contrived, and it shows, but being able to keep your attention, and keep all my readers happy with the Dialog I write for Maou and Emi is the reason I can sleep at night, despite forcing this story to happen, relatively ungracefully ^.^ Please forgive me for writing such a confusing, disjointed plot progression and setting for the characters to interact in!

Resxct: I'm sure you have no Idea how happy your reviews make me. You're so kind to me! Just like everyone else that takes the time to read my work, I'll be working tirelessly to keep you satisfied. You can Count on it! Seeing you say "The more stuff from you, the better" is a big part of why I'm going to continue posting so many Maou and Emi stories!

Resxct: As for why I designed a new character, from Scratch, to replace Laylah, That's a good question. When I planned this story out, I felt like the Laylah Character just didn't fit some of the lines I've attributed to her. Even though it's somewhat jarring, I decided to write a new character to take her place. Please forgive my presumption!

Dark Li: I know you aren't familiar with The Devil is a Part Timer, and yet, you read my stories anyway because you like my writing. Even though I don't know you in real life, I'm so grateful that you exist. The fact that you read my work despite never having seen the original show is worth more to me than Gold, and the fact that you enjoy my writing makes me so happy I can't properly describe it!

Watermelone25: Your praise is priceless to me, I assure you! I promise, I won't let you down. Keep an eye out, and I'll keep posting more stories for you!

Resxct: This is also a good question. I thought about having Maou assume his true form, but I really wanted Maou to be only a little taller than Emi for the kiss scene. That is to say, I really wanted Maou to be as much taller than Emi as his human form is taller than her, not massively taller than her, you know? He just dwarfs her in his true form.

SpeedFanatic05: You've been so good to me! I wouldn't trade your reviews on my stories for anything, and because you've been so kind as to read all my material, and because you seem to enjoy it, I'll work tirelessly to make you happy! I remember reading your Review on "Habit", you were the first person to review that story! Yesterday, when I was out walking, I read through all the reviews on "Habit" and "Talking", and I was so happy I almost cried! There were actual tears I had to wipe out of my eyes!

To everyone that reviewed the first chapter, and has reviewed my other stories, thank you again! I don't deserve such praise. Whether or not you think this story is one of my best, please let me know what you think of this chapter too!

(Two hours later)

Maou and Emi sat, alone in their room, wordless, speechless, breathless, watching the rerun of that day's event on heavenly television.

Silence.

Maou was taking shallow breaths, watching the footage, sheer disbelief coursing through him, and Emi was hardly breathing at all, bright red.

"W-What….What happened…?" Emi sounded dizzy. She was dizzy.

"I don't know." Maou sounded winded. He was winded.

They watched, silent, as on screen, Maou kissed her, savagely, and Emi ground her hips into him, hands clutching him desperately.

Privately, they were both completely devastated by how much the memory of their kiss was affecting them. Emi was struggling not to feel overcome by emotion, as the tiny shreds of affection she had recently held for Maou began to look like infatuation to her, and the memory of his lips on hers and his body on hers still burned, still tingled.

Maou, completely overwhelmed, was trapped in a loop of circular logic; denying that there was any chance he could be attracted to the hero, and then realizing that he was indisputably attracted to her, left with no recourse but to deny it.

This can't happen. Maou held his head, desperately. This can't be…

Maou…Emi thought, heart pounding, holding her chest. Maou…?

Trapped in their own little world, they couldn't speak to one another. Emi thought of how much she hated him, how she couldn't stand him, how evil he was, but…suddenly, there wasn't much to hate. He was a good man these days, after all…Desperately, she thought of his evil deeds, but…He hadn't actually killed her father, and he'd saved her life, and the lives of countless others…

Maou reminded himself that he couldn't stand the hero, that she was a bitch, that she was the worst…But, unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything about her that really disgusted him, when he tried. She was kind, generous, and protected the innocent and oppressed…She was beautiful, that much was immediately apparent…

I'm just…I'm just in shock…This will fade…He told himself, horrified, when looking over at her prompted his heartbeat to race.

Maou…? Emi thought, looking down into her lap, trembling.

"Such a good job, guys-!" Eluciel poked her head into the room, thrilled.

Maou and Emi jumped a little, turning from the Television with a start, still trapped in silence.

"I just wanted to congratulate you-!" The angel's voice was almost a song. "And, of course, to explain tomorrow's event!"

"Right. Right." Maou struggled to get himself in check, determined to come off completely normal.

"Please do…" Emi managed, shaking her head after a moment.

"It's a lie detector test-!" The Angel looked proud of herself for procuring this valuable information. "They're going to ask you questions!"

The Hero tilted her head, after a moment, thoughtfully, mind on the subject matter. "What kind of questions?"

"I thought you might ask-!" The angel waved one of her friends in, a much smaller girl with sandy brown hair and bright eyes. "Sooo, I brought someone that did this exact event at a previous year's competition!"

The littler girl smiled nervously. "Hi there. I'll be your cheat sheet for the day-"

(Ten minutes later)

The brunette angel swayed, gently, on the bed, now alone in the room with Maou and Emi. "Well, first they'll hook you both up to a huge lie detector machine…" The girl's brow furrowed as she recalled an event from thousands of years in the past.

"Is the event judged?" Maou rubbed the bridge of his nose, genuinely curious.

"And if so, how?" Emi added.

"Well…They're going to want to know whether or not you've done…certain things, together...As a couple. The more you've done, the more points you get, and, at the end, whoever has more points wins-"

Emi, totally oblivious, pumped her fist. "I think we have this one! We already live together on earth, and-"

Maou felt a bead of sweat run down his face. "Emi…"

The brunette angel looked slightly uncomfortable. "Uh…Actually, the questions are all about sex. Like, sex positions…"

Silence.

Dead silence echoed in the room. Emi's jaw slowly dropped, and heat infiltrated her cheeks.

"W-What-?!" She screeched.

The little angel looked away, nervously. "Y-yeah. It's like… 'Have you given him a blowjob', 'Have you had sex', 'Have you done Anal?'…that kind of thing…"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

(Ten minutes Later)

"You can go." Maou, shaking his head, waved the little angel off, and the brunette vanished, gratefully, in a puff of smoke.

Emi, still parked in the exact same position, on the bed, furiously red, hadn't moved. Maou wasn't even sure she was breathing.

To his dismay, he had to say something to her eventually.

(Ten minutes later)

"So…" Maou managed, lamely, at last, standing next to the bed. "Let's just call it in."

Emi didn't move. She didn't turn to him, and, after a moment, she just hung her head, hair spilling over her brilliantly red face.

"Call it in?" She said at last, absolutely unwilling to raise her head, unwilling to look at him.

Maou looked away, nervously. "Well…We can't compete, and…There's no point in lying-"

Emi was absolutely silent. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she lifted her head, and looked over at Maou, flushed, tears in her eyes. "We can't. We can't call it in."

Maou felt something awful happen in his chest. "We don't have an alternative course of action."

Emi looked away, after a moment, desperate to hide her radiantly red face. "Yes we do." Her heartbeat raced in her chest, pounding in her temples.

Silence. Maou said nothing, he just gaped at her, eyes wide. A moment later, he tilted his head at her.

Silence. Steam began to pour from Emi's ears.

"You…You can't mean-" he began to say.

"We can't just give up-!" Emi stirred, moving to rise up off the bed, towards him, desperate.

They stared at each other for a moment, disbelieving.

"What you're saying…Is…" Maou tried to get himself under control. "No. It's not worth it. I'm not going to…Rape you. Not even for the whole world-"

A moment passed in silence, then Emi laughed mirthlessly. "What the heck. I can't tell if I should be impressed or insulted…"

Another moment of excruciating silence. Emi turned away. "Am I that hideous to you?"

He felt some unnameable emotion causing turmoil inside him. "No. "

She wouldn't look at him, she wouldn't turn back to face him, and it was beginning to hurt Maou's heart, staring at her back.

"Then…Just ignore me. Pretend it isn't me." She whispered. Maou knew, even without seeing her face, that she was crying. "Pretend I'm anyone else, and just do it. You're a man, aren't you? All men want sex."

Maou felt his heart throbbing inside him, and that same strange feeling from before surged up in his chest. He grabbed her hand, and whipped her around, to face him. "No. Emi, Not you, I can't. Not you-"

"Why…?" She managed, dazed.

He struggled to answer, finding nothing. "I don't know."

Silence. Maou scoured his heart and mind, finding nothing. "Not you. I would rape any other girl, for the sake of the whole world, but…Not you."

She looked up, after a moment, bewildered, into his eyes, heartbeat racing. He stared down at her.

Maou was utterly unable to make sense of the situation. Utterly unable to make sense of his feelings.

The hero gulped, taking a deep breath, after a moment, blushing, and looked away to hide her eyes. She went down onto her knees.

Slowly, she made to unbutton Maou's pants.

The king of Demons watched, slack jawed, at first, but when she unzipped his fly, he snapped back into reality. "Wait! Stop-" he grabbed her hands, eyes wide. "Stop. What are you doing-?!"

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, flushed. "This…T-This isn't a sex act! This is…This is just a... spell I know, to…to ward off evil spirits!"

Maou stared down at her, disbelieving for a moment, and she stared up at him, trembling. He laughed. "What-?!"

Sourly, she touched his raging erection, through his briefs, bright red, looking away. After a moment, she reached inside his boxers with little, cold hands, drawing his manhood out. After a moment, of staring, terrified, intimidated by its monstrous length, she looked back up at Maou, flushed. "This…This is a spell…To protect against witches!"

Maou just watched her, trying not to burst into hysterical laughter. "But…This is clearly a blowjob?"

She squealed, blushing, eyes spinning. "Look…We're not going to give up! We're going to do everything!"

He shook his head, blown away, eyebrow rising slowly. "We're going to do everything?"

"Everything…!" She whispered, clearly frightened. "Everything we can think of-"

Maou twitched. "That's…Not possible. At best."

"Why not-?" Emi tried to come off as haughty, hesitantly meeting his length with trembling lips. "Don't have enough endurance?"

"Watch it. I'm not taking trash talk from a girl with her mouth on my dick-"

Emi shrieked, covering her crimson face with both hands. Silence. Maou didn't move, and Emi didn't move. After a moment, Emi shook her head, and grabbed his member again, steeling her resolve. "We're...For the sake of the whole world-!"

"Don't…Don't push yourself-" Maou tried to insist, but she had already opened her mouth, wide, setting as much of his length inside as she could manage; that is to say, not much. Slowly, trembling, she wrapped her lips around him, and, inside her mouth, her tongue ran, hesitantly, along him.

Maou staggered backwards, into a wall; his eye twitched, and he looked up at the ceiling.

Emi pulled him out of her mouth, and licked him, eyes squeezed shut, as best she could, up and down. The demon king set one hand to his temple.

"H-How's…How's this-?"

Maou refused to answer, slowly forming a grin; Emi put the tip back into her mouth, sucking on it, trying to imagine a lollipop in her mind; instead, all she could see was herself, on her knees, pleasing Maou with her mouth.

Maou, as a man, was suddenly assaulted by the question of where he would finish; inside her mouth, In her throat? The thought was stimulating, and when he thought of himself ejaculating in the mouth Emi used to curse him out and argue with him, he almost lost it then and there.

Emi squeaked, as Maou twitched in her mouth. The Demon king, desperate to avoid climaxing, thought instead of finishing on her face. Unfortunately, the moment he visualized looking down at Emilia, to see her looking up at him, with her face covered in his semen, he nearly found himself over the edge of unstoppable orgasm again.

"Okay, okay-" He covered his eyes for a moment, summoning all his strength, as she attempted to take him into her throat. Despite that, he felt weakness creep into him; He looked down at her, alarmed, grabbing her hair, tugging back on it, urgently, hoping to spare her...

She looked up at him, after a moment, but didn't get the memo; instead, she tried to force him even deeper into her throat, eyes squeezed shut, heart hammering…Maou, alarmed, felt the end draw near, and it was all he could do to ensure that he wasn't in Emi's neck when he finished.

Grabbing her hair, he managed to yank himself almost all the way out of Emi, and his ejaculate struck her mostly in the face, leaving a decent amount in her mouth, as she trembled, shocked, eyes wide.

Possibly traumatized, he cursed himself, unable to believe he had allowed this to happen.

But she didn't seem traumatized…

She just stared up at him.

He looked down at her, panting. She was breathless, bright red, and reached a hand up, a finger up, to touch the semen on her face. She closed her mouth, with his cum still inside.

Maou just watched her, so outrageously affected by seeing his ejaculate on her face and in her mouth that he almost came again; she just trembled, on the ground, looking up at him.

"Drinking it is unnecessary-" He began to say, but couldn't finish. She swallowed. Maou winced, shivering, absurdly stimulated.

"…It tastes bad, and smells." She said, from the ground, unable to rise.

"That's why I said you didn't need to drink it." Maou tilted his head, half-lamely, grinning, struggling to come to terms with the situation.

"This…" Emi tried to stand, but failed, finding no strength in her legs. She shivered, on the ground, feeling his gaze on her, without having cleaned his semen off her face. Blushing furiously, she managed to say. "I've never been so humiliated…"

"You need to clean your face." Maou hissed, struggling to keep his raging urges in check.

She twitched, smiling weakly, rubbing his semen off onto her hands and fingers. "Are you…Struggling to control yourself?"

"That's right."

She managed to climb, unsteadily, to her feet, setting one of her fingers thoughtfully into her mouth, despite the semen covering her hands, provoking him. Maou twitched.

"Do you think we can win with just this…?" The Hero said at last, giving him a sidelong look, hoping to appear as if she were questioning his masculinity.

He felt a vein pop in his forehead.

"Or can't you go any more-?" Emi teased.

Maou took both her arms in hand, and hurled her backwards down onto the bed, ripping his shirt off, eyes red, tearing her clothes off, until she was lying, trembling, beneath him, in a lace bra and black panties, flushed.

Seeing her, clearly terrified, seeing the fear in her eyes, brought him back to him senses, even on the verge; He stopped, he cooled his head, he tried to take a step back.

"W-What's wrong-?" Emi tried to sound confident, failing.

"I won't." He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath, before standing up, releasing her, releasing her arms. "I told you. I can't. Not you, Emi-"

A moment of silence later, he opened his eyes, and realized she was crying, silently. "Emi-?"

"You…You idiot…" She covered her face, shaking, with her forearm. "Don't…Don't think of it as rape…"

"Rape is rape-" Maou hissed, heatedly, but trailed off.

"Maou…It has to be you."

He just stared at her, disbelieving, for a moment, her words slowly sinking in. "What-?!"

"What if…What if It wasn't rape?" She whispered, looking away, fully aware of the implications to her words.

"That's…That's impossible…" Maou tried not to hear what she was saying. It didn't work out.

"It has to be you, Maou…I want it to be you." She pressed her fingers, quivering, to her face again, wiping his semen back onto herself. Emi felt as though she hardly knew herself anymore.

The Demon king felt his heart strain, looking down at her. "Stop-" He tried, desperately, to force some sense into her, to remember who she was, who he was. "What are you saying-"

"I was raised for your sake, Maou-" She was reaching up towards him, terrified. "…I was born for you, right...? I grew up...only to be your match, So…It has to be you-"

"You...You Don't know what you're saying..." Maou whispered, horrified, feeling his restraint slipping away. Some unbelievable, overwhelming feeling was surging into his heart and mind...Incredible passion burned inside him, and all his thoughts seemed to swirl around her, thinking of nothing but her, unable to pry his eyes from her. "You aren't thinking-"

"Do you want me?"

"Don't let me fall for you…This can't go on-" Maou couldn't breathe. His heart threatened to explode in his chest, as he reached down, wiping her face clean with the sheets. "Do you want me to love you-?!"

Emi smiled, wiping her tears away, cheeks red. "Do you have feelings for me-?"

"Is that really what you want-?!" Maou touched their foreheads together, agonized, furious, longing. He felt her breath on him, tearing into his heart.

Emi looked up into his eyes, into his face, so close…less than an inch away. Neither of them said a word. She didn't blink. A few moments passed like this, Hero staring intensely up at the Devil. She nodded.

She knew she didn't have to think about it. Maou shut his eyes, for a moment, swaying in place, overcome. "I'm going to make you regret that."

Her pulse pounded in her temples. She grinned, almost speechless, flushed. "Try me."

"You know I'm going to do insane things to you." Maou smirked, after a moment, speechless. "Absurd things."

"Y-Yes."

His eyes snapped back open. He glared down her. "I don't even know the words for what I'm going to do."

"Do…Your worst-"

He ripped her bra off, instantly, with his teeth, eyes flashing; she could feel his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She squeaked, just a little, bright red, when she realized she was naked, and he was spreading her legs, setting himself at her entrance. She tried to take deep breaths.

She failed. He took her hand in his, and she felt her eyes watering, as she met his gaze. Maou began to press himself inside her, slowly.

He stopped, suddenly, out of nowhere, stalling in place, unwilling to pierce her.

A moment of silence.

"Emilia…" Maou wouldn't look away from her eyes, as she quivered underneath him.

She blushed, furiously, embarrassed. "D-Don't...Don't say...my name like that-"

"You're Emilia, the Hero." Maou was relentless. She squeaked, bright red, hearing her full name, forced to recall who she was, and who he was, and what they were doing.

She opened her mouth to answer, but felt a blinding pain instead, forcing her open, as he drove himself into her, slowly; she screamed.

"A-AH-!" She screeched, as He set himself deeper inside her, watching blood trickle down his shaft. The sight of it burned it's way into Maou's mind. "You saved me." He whispered to her, heart pounding.

Emi tried to speak. Maou kissed her, instead, pressing their lips together; a moment later, he broke away, and she panted, covering her face.

"I-Is…Is it…are you…all the way-?" She moaned, desperately, quietly...

"Not even close." He laughed, watching her face. He pushed a bit deeper. She squeaked.

"M-my…My insides-" She gasped. "You're…In there-"

He kissed her neck, pressing deeper. She cried.

"I…I think I'm pregnant-" She sobbed.

He laughed. "I don't think so. Not yet-"

"a-AH-!" She felt him reach the mouth of her womb. Maou wiped the sweat from his brow, running a hand through his hair.

"Does it hurt-?" He wondered, grinning, watching her agonized expression.

"Y-yes-!" She snapped, radiantly red, furious. "Asshole-!"

"Alright-" He smiled, holding her tightly, pressing his hand to the back of her head. "Let's hang out for a bit."

She panted, desperate for air, in his arms, feeling pain and a strange heat course through her…"You're...You're Maou." She whispered, tears in her eyes. Somehow, the tension in the air, the heat between them, the sensation of his body against her, inside her, felt good.

"Yes."

"We're…" She whispered, wiping her tears away. "very close-"

"This is about as close as it gets."

"I'm Full of you." She hissed, matter-of-factly.

Maou kissed her, and she could feel the heat in her body spread to her fingertips…Emi could feel Maou inside her, pulsing, throbbing…Her body was beginning to ache…She could feel him start to grind inside her, sliding down. She squeaked, flushed, gasping.

Maou, for his part, was doing his best not to get carried away…

Emi could feel her body want him…Want Maou. As he made his way back down, inside her, she groaned, arching her back, pressing her hips into him; He drove his way back up, stroking her deepest parts, and she screamed, clawing his back, as a wave of overwhelming sensations filled her mind, including pain.

Her eyes closed, and she felt him pump into her once again. "AaaaaaaaaaaaaAH-"

"HHHAHHH-!" As he slammed into her body, picking up the pace, she howled, unable to control her voice, or her extremities; Her body rocked with his, as he accelerated, losing sight of his composure….

And then Maou was drilling into her, fiercely, without remorse, with abandon, drilling himself into her body, hands all over her; He sunk his teeth into her neck, and she dug out his back with her nails, screeching, but he couldn't slow or stop, and he wasn't even sure he was thinking-

The Demon king was lost in her, in her body, in the feel of her insides, clamping down hard on him, in the feeling of her hips, the smell of her hair, the smell of her body, the sound of her voice, all her gasps and shrieks and moans.

Maou realized he needed more, he needed more of her. The king of Hell set his mouth on her breasts, on her nipple, teeth on her nipple, and briefly kissed her mouth; Then, Maou licked her, from beside her nipple to her neck, and squeezed her other breast in his hand, rubbing it, clawing at it. She failed to stifle her voice.

The Demon lord, consumed by passion, grabbed her body, grabbed her legs, and turned her, flipping her over.

"H-Huh-?!" She managed, as he turned her face down, pulling out of her, pressing her face into the pillows, dragging her hips up, dragging her ass up; She turned, digging her face out of the pillows, to glare back at him, steaming red, as best she could. "This…This position-!"

Maou smirked, enjoying the view, setting himself back against her entrance, rubbing himself there. "What-?" He teased.

"Humiliating-!" She squealed, radiantly red, as he drove back into her, with a vengeance.

"Blowjob, Missionary, Doggystyle-" He counted off, eyes flashing, grinning. "Are you keeping track-?"

"Obviously you are-!" She wailed, covering her head with a pillow, flushed.

Maou didn't give her a single second's break.

Ex-V: I hope you Liked it! I've had such a good time writing this one. It's pretty wild, not quite a crackfic, but almost. If you're into it, Let me know, and I'll post the next chapter tomorrow morning! Tell me what you think in the reviews, and I'll do my best to keep you happy :) Do me a favor, stay tuned, I have another Maou and Emi story coming up, one that's much more like "Habit" and "Talking" than "Prize" or "Circle". Also, If there's anything specific you want me to write, a request, just tell me! I'll do my best for you-!

See you in the next chapter!