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A brief moment of silence, as every head in the room turned, curiously, to Maou and Emi. The king of hell, desperate to retain his dignity, exerted a conscious effort to appear cool and aloof.
Emi, however, looked excited, somehow, and nervous, making absolutely no attempt to disguise her feelings. She got to her feet, wordlessly, breathless.
They walked out, together, slowly, onto the dance floor, Maou grinning faintly, full of trepidation, almost hoping that they were going to become furious with each other, that they were going to argue, as per usual, and become combative, but…
Instead, as the music played, a beautiful, serene melody, she just watched him, trembling, with big, round eyes, slightly red.
Faintly Bewildered, but determined, he took her waist, as she stepped into him, right up close to him, eyes locked on his, flushed, and they began to move, swaying together, dancing, to the music, to the sweet song, waltzing, rocking back and forth, in time; Her heartbeat hammered inside her, and she felt her face and body heating up, breathless, as her lip quivered, staring deep into his eyes.
They danced together, opening the dance floor up, as per tradition.
The tension was incredible.
Maou could smell her shampoo, the smell of her hair, the smell of her skin, and it was overwhelming. He struggled to keep his cool, briefly, to ensure that he remained in control, to ensure that he still looked collected and charismatic, instead of looking like a man struck by the scent of the woman in his arms. He danced with her, leading her, as they twirled, alone, out on the dance floor, and her body followed his lead, obeying him, silently…
The crowd watched on, with hushed murmurs and excited whispers.
Her hands were so soft, and warm, and small…He could feel her tiny breaths on him, Her waist was like silk under his fingers, he twitched, grinning, faintly, desperate, enjoying himself way too much, as she squeezed herself tightly against him, almost inadvertently. Terrified, almost panicking, he realized what was happening, to him, realized he was becoming painfully erect, and his erection was pressing into her, as she was tightly pressed against him, and they danced, intertwined…
Internally horrified, all Maou could do was keep his face calm, and calculating, charismatic, grinning faintly, as he felt his member harden in his pants, and he couldn't even look away from her eyes, without destroying his own pride, so he just danced with her, coolly, as he felt his manhood beginning to drive into her.
Dryly bemused, almost despairing, he could see the exact moment she felt him, prodding her between her legs, he saw it happen in slow motion, saw her eyes widen, as she stared up at him, alarmed, saw her grow furiously red, he saw her mouth drop open, slackjawed, and heard her mewling, a tiny, strangled, squealing squeak, quietly.
But she didn't look away from his eyes, somehow, and that meant he couldn't look away either, to his horror.
Maou couldn't believe it, he could not believe it, somehow, they were dancing together, pressed tightly together, swaying together, looking into each other's eyes, and his dick was grinding into her, between her legs. She didn't say anything, she didn't scream, or slap him, or call him a pervert…
Or any of the other things he figured she would do, she just danced, onwards, with him, mumbling inaudibly, bright red, as if trying to speak, eyes wide, trembling.
It was incredibly erotic. Maou felt his heart strain in his chest, eyes wide, thoughts racing.
The king of hell realized what was happening to him, too late, his feelings for her were spilling out of him, they were building back up inside of him, at the worst possible moment, and he had no time, no way to spend the hours it would take to suppress them…Horrified, Maou managed to shut his eyes, coolly, still grinning, but seriously frightened internally, and turned his head slightly away from her.
Somehow, he had to alienate her, he had to get her away from him, he had to get her angry, to drive her away, so she would be mad at him, and leave him alone…So she would separate from him for the rest of the night, and he could concentrate on ensuring that his feelings for her didn't burst out of him, or explode inside him…
How? He thought, before his eyes snapped back open, meeting hers. But how?
"Aren't you going to take this opportunity to step on my toes-?" He teased, at last, hoping to incite an angry response, or some kind of rebuke; hoping that it would restore them to their normal manner of interacting…
Instead, she just looked, sourly, poignantly, away, to the side, crimson red. "I-I just want to enjoy this."
He fell silent, eyes wide, and the music seemed to fill the space around them, again...
It was beautiful…She was beautiful, unfortunately, she was so beautiful…He twitched, helplessly, grinning, transfixed by her splendor.
A flash of inspiration; He leaned down towards her, just a bit, as if he was moving to kiss her, and the crowd erupted, delighted, people yelled, hooted, and Emi gasped, quietly, bright red, eyes wide, lip quivering, before her eyes drifted shut, anxiously...
As Maou watched, utterly blown away, she even almost puckered her lips, just barely, opening her mouth, a tiny bit, flushed, eyes shut, to allow him to set his mouth on hers, to enter her body, to be inside her-
Maou couldn't believe it, she would let him kiss her?!
Emi would let him kiss her, he had obviously leaned in to kiss her, that was unmistakable, even the crowd could tell that's what he was doing, so…
Why didn't she slap him, or push him off, his thoughts raced, horrified, heart throbbing, why did she just close her eyes, why did she pucker her lips, like that, as if she was perfectly fine with him kissing her, as if she wanted him to kiss her, in fact, she looked like she really wanted him to kiss her-
The king of hell felt his thoughts swirl uselessly, mortified, as he realized how badly he wanted to kiss her, her lips looked so inviting, the blush on her cheeks, the warmth of her body, the feeling of his manhood pressing into her, between her legs, he felt a fierce hunger rising in him…
Plan B- He hissed, to himself, in his mind, growing desperate, feeling his restraint slipping away, she was clearly out of her mind, what she'd said earlier, and now this…Plan B, right now, I need to do something-
He set their foreheads together, instead of meeting her lips, and squeezed her ass, hard, with the hand that had been resting on her waist.
She squeaked, furiously red, eyes snapping back open, meeting his gaze, trembling in his arms, as the crowd howled, thrilled, hooting and hollering, cheering.
She still didn't slap him. Maou felt his heart thud inside him, She didn't push him away, even as he squeezed her ass, in one hand, clearly groping her, as she looked into his face, eyes wide, mewling faintly, blushing, and he could feel the grin flickering on his face, he really needed that grin not to fade away, that was his armor, that was his only defense against her, to appear calculating and confident was his only weapon, he loved her too much…
And, worst of all, now he was holding her ass, groping her ass, feeling her up, blatantly, on the dance floor, and her ass was spectacular, of course, sensational, to his horror, so, somehow, Maou and Emi were dancing together, pressed tightly together, with his member driving into her, between her legs, and his hand on her ass, looking deeply into each other's eyes, neither party willing to glance away.
The crowd began to pour out onto the dance floor, surrounding them, as the song changed, and there was such fierce energy all around them; between them, the tension was unbreakable, unmistakable, like an electric current.
Maou had no idea what to do, he had no idea what to say or think, how was he supposed to carry on with the evening, after this-
They stopped, stalling, in place, together, in the center of the huge dance floor, surrounded on every side by dancers. The Hero and the Demon king still seemed unable to look away from each other, to separate from each other.
He realized he had to speak, he had to be the first to say something…
"Thank you for the dance, Emi."
She nodded, flushed, finally looking away, to his immense relief, as he exhaled, faintly, and shut his eyes.
"D-Did you…Did you like it-?" She whispered, at last, breathlessly, as he stepped away from her, letting her go.
His eyes snapped back open, meeting her trembling gaze, silently horrified.
Maou was speechless, wordless, thoughts racing. "Yes."
They seemed to float, together, for a moment, isolated, from everyone else, as if they were alone in the world…
He turned sharply away, suddenly, desperately, twitching, realizing that he was caught in her eyes, again, barely maintaining his calm exterior, grinning, making to exit the dancefloor. He was distinctly aware of her following him…He cursed, internally, Eyes drifting shut.
The king of hell made his way over to a wall, on the far side of the room, struggling to block her out, and, when he turned, to lean against it, crossing his arms, he noticed that she was gone.
After a moment of quiet disbelief, he sighed, incredibly relieved, and immediately began working to bury his attraction to her, to quiet his heartbeat…Maybe this night wouldn't get any worse after all, now...
As long as Emi didn't-
The hero interrupted him, by coughing, quietly, nervously, appearing at his side.
He froze, eyes snapping open, heart stopping, and stared over at her, twitching.
She was holding yet another glass of wine.
He was silent, positively struggling to maintain control of himself, straining to suppress his feelings for her, as she sipped her red wine, looking at him, every so often, with wide eyes, faintly red.
"Yes-?" He managed, at last, pained, feeling his thoughts racing again, emotions roiling inside him, tumultuous.
"D-Do…" She fidgeted, at last, almost whispering, voice tiny, bright red, and Moau realized, horrified, that she was slowly getting really drunk. "Do you like my ass-?"
Oh god.
Ex-V: Did you have fun? Did you enjoy it?
I hope so! I'll put the next chapter up tomorrow, if you want :D
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