Ex-V: Hey there, it's such a pleasure to see you all again! I've been moving across the city, very suddenly, and at a tough time in the semester, but I'm going to do my best to start posting updates again as regularly as possible, and soon I'll have all the time to write in the world for December Break :D I'm very excited, and I hope to see you there!

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Thank you all so much, It means the world to me!

She kissed his cheek again, prompting him to open his eyes. Her thoughts were swimming, desperate for his closeness, for his embrace. Furious heat and delicious friction surged through them. Their breath mingled, and they kissed again; She rolled her hips on his, arching her back as they separated. She was desperate for him, restless, and shifted lower, groaning, rubbing his erection through his pants with one hand.

"M…Maou-" She whined, shakily. Flushed, she adjusted herself, peering nervously away. His eyes flashed, wild, and he ruffled his hair, grinning. The king of Hell undid his pants, stepping back just a bit, with one foot. Emi rubbed her eyes with balled, trembling fists, taking tiny breaths.

The hero met his eyes, bright red, and shivered, hugging herself.

"What are you getting yourself into, Emilia-" Maou grinned, staring down at her.

She flinched, and slid slowly down to her knees, setting both hands on the waistband of his pants, quivering. With wide eyes, she looked up at him, and the breath caught her throat, flushed. She huffed, bright red.

The space between them was so empty, it felt alien and unnatural to her. She was cold, somehow, she was so cold without the heat of his body, and the thumping of her heart and the heated passion boiling over in her hips and chest screamed for him.

The air around her was frigid, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She seemed to realize what she was about to do, and her breath hitched violently. Emi buried her face helplessly in his waist, squeaking faintly, horrified and incredibly embarrassed. She could feel his massive erection against the side of her face, throbbing, and she panted.

"You can stop here." His voice was smooth and cool, cutting through her. She whimpered, choking; her eyes blinked open, and the hero shifted on the ground. The cold floor was like ice on her naked privates, on her thighs. "You don't have to, Emi."

She grit her teeth, utterly humiliated, breathless, but shook her head defiantly. Emi reached inside the waistband of his briefs, and pulled his massive manhood out with tiny, trembling fingers.

She exhaled, stunned, incredibly nervous and intimidated, highly apprehensive, staring at it with wide, innocent eyes. She peeked up at him, furiously red, and managed to find her voice. "I…I think I want to-"

He blinked.

Uh oh- She thought, immediately, numbly mortified.

He grinned smoothly at her, incredulous. "You want to?"

Emi wailed quietly, hanging her head, blushing furiously. She took him in her palm and ran her hand up and down his length. "S-Shut uppppp-"

He stared down at her through half-lidded eyes, with a shining gaze. Maou opened his mouth to reply, as she adjusted herself, but she silenced him by parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

Emi blinked, as dizzying warmth surged back through her body all at once. The moment she felt his huge manhood in her mouth, and closed her lips around him, nervously, all the cold around her vanished…Her chest heaved, as she bobbed her head a little, dazed. Look at yourself right now-! She shrieked to herself, mortified and incredibly excited, in her head, but continued to suck on his member regardless.

Maou set one hand against the wall, twitching. He wanted to tell her, immediately, how much he loved and adored her, but found himself unable to speak. He drew a deep breath, as her tongue ran, hesitantly, along his head.

He hissed through clenched teeth as she sucked, and wound his hand into her hair when she dipped her head down again. Emi made a tiny noise, strangled, crimson red. Her hair glistened, falling over her face, as she gasped his shaft in one tiny hand, quivering, taking him deeper into her throat.

He shifted his heavy lidded gaze to the top of her head, breathing labored as she withdrew, and her hand squeezed and rubbed as she ran her tongue up and down his length. Her eyes closed, as she sucked vigorously, and his hand tightened in her hair.

He coaxed her head down, and Emi trembled. She panted, breathless and gasping, bright red, taking her mouth off his manhood. Her hips rolled a bit on her ground, and she set one hand between her legs, clutching at herself. She pressed his erection against the side of her face, whimpering quietly.

She sat up slightly, and took him into her mouth again. His eyes closed, grinding his teeth, as she sucked roughly and desperately. His head titled, and her name escaped him.

She felt her throat constrict, and her eyes blinked open, alarmed, as a salty taste hit the back of her throat. Flushed, she felt a rippling, boiling heat trickle through her, as she swallowed slowly, gulping.

She pulled her mouth away, eyes wide. Blushing furiously, she looked up at him, setting her fingers on her lips. Speechless, he stared down at her. Maou ran one hand through his hair.

Emilia was silent for a moment, utterly silent, furiously red. She met his gaze, almost dizzy, completely overcome. Her feeling were swirling about inside her, her emotions and thoughts a convoluted mess. She hummed something quietly to herself, horrified and exhilarated. Her body was reacting feverishly, as blood rushed to her head, and a strange, simmering heat, an overpowering pleasure, bubbled up between her legs, and her womb was almost aching…As the cold floor beneath her began to warm to her body temperature.

She was the Hero.

She was still Emilia the Hero, but…

Maou took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, still slightly dazed. His eyes were swimming for a moment, and his feelings for the girl at his feet throbbed in his chest.

Emi was pretty sure she had been supposed to kill the king of all demons, not pleasure him with her mouth.

And yet the Hero sat, awkwardly, on the floor at his feet, bottomless, on her ass and with her legs splayed out beside her rear. She could still feel his semen, in her mouth, in her throat, and she was terrified to find her body savoring it…

She looked up at him again and met his vivid, crimson eyes. She blinked, flushed, seeing a raging inferno in his gaze, a furious conflict of some sorts; Emilia could see him openly trying to restrain himself, holding his own right arm tightly to his chest, almost shaking.

The hero could see how badly he wanted her, and his erection was huge and threatening as ever; She bumped against it with her cheek, in the process of marveling at the man she loved and hated more than anything else in the world.

"This…T-This is inappropriate workplace conduct-" Emi started, in a tiny voice.

Maou grinned, wickedly, and looked away. "You started It."

The hero gulped, swallowing a heavy breath; A bead of sweat trickled down her brow, and she set her fingers mindlessly down between her legs, almost unconsciously. "I…Don't think you're supposed to have sex in the kitchen…"

Emi tried desperately to control her breathing, glowing red. Her pulse was racing in her chest, pounding in her temples. A soft ringing seemed to fill her ears, and she panted, hanging her head.

"I'm the boss, right?" Maou's eyes flashed, and locked on hers when she looked up, squeaking.

Ex-V: Did you have fun? I hope so!

I'll try to get back to posting 3-4 updates a week, I usually get them done during the weeks and post them on Sundays, often during the morning, so keep an eye out for me!

Please, let me know what you think and I'll be grateful forever!

See you in the next chapter :D