Ex-V: Hey there! It's been another hot minute, hasn't it? Let's get started right away, to compensate! :D
ChristophTheMad: I'm so glad to hear that connected with you :D Yes, let's spend a moment talking about chapter 3! As you've mentioned, very astutely I might add, Maou's proposal in the last chapter was incredibly abrupt, and, in fact, extremely spontaneous! However, consider that I'm writing characters, and not real people, according to predetermined character templates of my own design, and for the purposes of this story, I needed Maou and Emi to have the titles "Husband" and "Wife" without being nearly ready for marriage, in any real sense! Trust me, it's plot-necessary! Until that becomes clear, unfortunately I'll be hoping that you'll rely on my credibility as a writer, I am a professional, after all! I promise, I'll always be doing my best for you, my best to bring you as good of a story as I can, and I would never include anything at any point that would compromise your ability to enjoy the story, since I'm entirely at your service as a writer! Maou, in that spot, was coming off a period of intense regret, as a result of his outrageous actions in the chapter 2, and he was desperate to convey to Emi that he loved her, that she was the most important thing to him, to apologize, to compensate for his cruelty to her. Additionally, he had recently been working himself exhaustively, in outrageously long shifts, for two weeks on end, and, therefore, was not entirely in his right mind! Buying an engagement ring and intending to propose to Emi was not a sound judgement call on his part, and that was meant to come through in the plot; Perhaps I didn't effectively communicate that! Indeed, he was almost expecting to be rejected, you see, which would have, in the canon of this story, begun what amounts to a gimmick of Maou proposing in more and more absurd (absurdly effective) ways, ideally until Emi finally said yes. Of course, I also had written Emi to be outragously infatuated with Maou, almost beyond the point of a healthy relationship, and, in fact, she too was emotionally raw and vulnerable, having been through the feelings roller coaster of sorts, hearing Maou say such mean things to her, sulking, depressed, for weeks, before hearing that Maou has done all this, worked himself nearly to death, for her sake, and then he confesses to her, kisses her, and proposes. Therefore, she too was making an incredibly unsound judgement call by saying yes! Of course, you, as the reader, are aware that this proposal is abrupt and unusual, and out of place, and so am I, as the writer, but the characters were carefully written to be largely oblivious to this, for admittedly extremely contrived reason du jour. Therefore, this allows for my plot and thematic element of them being "married", without them actually being ready for marriage in any way, shape or form! This is actually an incredibly important plot device, so it was necessary to include, according to my notes and schematics on this story, but, I must say, perhaps I should have spent more time fleshing out the numerous reasons and factors that led up to Maou making the poor decision of proposing, and Emi making the poor decision of accepting, which then allows the plot device to take form! Now, as for you really being into the lemon hook, I'm thrilled to hear that :D This story is taking a turn for the intense and passionate, and the next chapter actually contains two extremely intense, extremely hardcore, and extremely graphic lemons. So, I really hope you like it!
Reiuji: Yes, thank you so much! I really appreciate that, so much! Of course, I was careful to pick up on that, It was something I was extremely fond of and had my heart set on including :D As for things moving extremely fast, yes! I'm going to explain why that is, by copy pasting my explanation, so you'll understand :) As you've mentioned, very astutely I might add, Maou's proposal in the last chapter was incredibly abrupt, and, in fact, extremely spontaneous! However, consider that I'm writing characters, and not real people, according to predetermined character templates of my own design, and for the purposes of this story, I needed Maou and Emi to have the titles "Husband" and "Wife" without being nearly ready for marriage, in any real sense! Trust me, it's plot-necessary! Until that becomes clear, unfortunately I'll be hoping that you'll rely on my credibility as a writer, I am a professional, after all! I promise, I'll always be doing my best for you, my best to bring you as good of a story as I can, and I would never include anything at any point that would compromise your ability to enjoy the story, since I'm entirely at your service as a writer! Maou, in that spot, was coming off a period of intense regret, as a result of his outrageous actions in the chapter 2, and he was desperate to convey to Emi that he loved her, that she was the most important thing to him, to apologize, to compensate for his cruelty to her. Additionally, he had recently been working himself exhaustively, in outrageously long shifts, for two weeks on end, and, therefore, was not entirely in his right mind! Buying an engagement ring and intending to propose to Emi was not a sound judgement call on his part, and that was meant to come through in the plot; Perhaps I didn't effectively communicate that! Indeed, he was almost expecting to be rejected, you see, which would have, in the canon of this story, begun what amounts to a gimmick of Maou proposing in more and more absurd (absurdly effective) ways, ideally until Emi finally said yes. Of course, I also had written Emi to be outragously infatuated with Maou, almost beyond the point of a healthy relationship, and, in fact, she too was emotionally raw and vulnerable, having been through the feeling roller coaster of sorts, hearing Maou say such mean things to her, sulking, depressed, for weeks, before hearing that Maou has done all this, worked himself nearly to death, for her sake, and then he confesses to her, kisses her, and proposes. Therefore, she too was making an incredibly unsound judgement call by saying yes! Of course, you, as the reader, are aware that this proposal is abrupt and unusual, and out of place, and so am I, as the writer, but the characters were carefully written to be largely oblivious to this, for admittedly extremely contrived reason du jour. Therefore, this allows for my plot and thematic element of them being "married", without them actually being ready for marriage in any way, shape or form! This is actually an incredibly important plot device, so it was necessary to include, according to my notes and schematics on this story, but, I must say, perhaps I should have spent more time fleshing out the numerous reasons and factors that led up to Maou making the poor decision of proposing, and Emi making the poor decision of accepting, which then allows the plot device to take form! This story is taking a turn for the intense and passionate, and the next chapter actually contains two extremely intense, extremely hardcore, and extremely graphic lemons. Given that, I really hope you like it!
Resxct: I'm delighted, that's incredible praise :D If you like that, well, you should really be into the direction this story is heading, because it's all going to take an extremely graphic, extremely intense, extremely hardcore turn. I've been carefully setting up for it, to explore that "dominating" mechanic! :D As for the lemon, well, the next chapter will have two :0 :)
SweetGurl818: Oh, thank you so much :D I'm so glad I was able to make you happy! I'm so sorry that it took me an extra two days to update this, I had a bunch of real world stuff to take care of, but I got it over and done with and will return to update this story again tomorrow! I'm so so glad that you liked it :D
xxxDreamingFlowerxxx: You're so, so very welcome :D You're so welcome! I'm so incredibly happy to hear it! Oh yes, it certainly was! And we all know how important Pride is to Maou! Oh yes, you're very right! Who knows how long he can hold out! Not more than another chapter, I can promise you that much! ;) Yes, absolutely! The very sudden proposal is actually part of a huge plot device I'm writing into this story, and I'll go ahead and explain it to you! As you've mentioned, Maou's proposal in the last chapter was incredibly abrupt, and, in fact, extremely spontaneous! However, consider that I'm writing characters, and not real people, according to predetermined character templates of my own design, and for the purposes of this story, I needed Maou and Emi to have the titles "Husband" and "Wife" without being nearly ready for marriage, in any real sense! Trust me, it's plot-necessary! Until that becomes clear, unfortunately I'll be hoping that you'll rely on my credibility as a writer, I am a professional, after all! I promise, I'll always be doing my best for you, my best to bring you as good of a story as I can, and I would never include anything at any point that would compromise your ability to enjoy the story, since I'm entirely at your service as a writer! Maou, in that spot, was coming off a period of intense regret, as a result of his outrageous actions in the chapter 2, and he was desperate to convey to Emi that he loved her, that she was the most important thing to him, to apologize, to compensate for his cruelty to her. Additionally, he had recently been working himself exhaustively, in outrageously long shifts, for two weeks on end, and, therefore, was not entirely in his right mind! Buying an engagement ring and intending to propose to Emi was not a sound judgement call on his part, and that was meant to come through in the plot; Perhaps I didn't effectively communicate that! Indeed, he was almost expecting to be rejected, you see, which would have, in the canon of this story, begun what amounts to a gimmick of Maou proposing in more and more absurd (absurdly effective) ways, ideally until Emi finally said yes. Of course, I also had written Emi to be outragously infatuated with Maou, almost beyond the point of a healthy relationship, and, in fact, she too was emotionally raw and vulnerable, having been through the feeling roller coaster of sorts, hearing Maou say such mean things to her, sulking, depressed, for weeks, before hearing that Maou has done all this, worked himself nearly to death, for her sake, and then he confesses to her, kisses her, and proposes. Therefore, she too was making an incredibly unsound judgement call by saying yes! Of course, you, as the reader, are aware that this proposal is abrupt and unusual, and out of place, and so am I, as the writer, but the characters were carefully written to be largely oblivious to this, for admittedly extremely contrived reason du jour. Therefore, this allows for my plot and thematic element of them being "married", without them actually being ready for marriage in any way, shape or form! This is actually an incredibly important plot device, so it was necessary to include, according to my notes and schematics on this story, but, I must say, perhaps I should have spent more time fleshing out the numerous reasons and factors that led up to Maou making the poor decision of proposing, and Emi making the poor decision of accepting, which then allows the plot device to take form! Also, I do agree that it's very funny to see Emi struggling with her desires in addition to Maou, I had my heart set on writing this story that way! You're so welcome, I'm so sorry it took me two extra days to get this update onto the internet, some stuff came up in real life that I had to take care of, but I did manage to take care of it, and Now I'll be back to update this story tomorrow again as well! I hope you enjoy this chapter too! :D
ThatGuyThatDoesThingsYouKnow: Your reviews, man :'D I'm sorry, I'm just being slowly killed by every review you ever leave me. You're some kind of stone cold comedy genius sent from outer space to fill our planet with hysteria and laughter. The ass cheeks are the perfect shape for grabbing and dragging?! Aerodynamic shape?! AHahahahahahahahahahaha
Valeria27: I'm so so glad you think so, That really makes my day! :D Thank you so much! Of course, I'm sure you'll get one too. I know you will! How, you may ask? Well, I just happen to know these things, because thats just how this works! :)
Guest: Ahahahaha. My please, and thank you so much for your interest in my work, and your time! I posted the storm chapter a few days ago, so I really hope you liked it! :D
Dmorr: Yes, I must imagine that he does! :D I guess they just couldn't wait, right?! Yes, Here's that update for you (two days late, I might add, but I'll be back with chapter five and lemons tomorrow!)! You're so welcome! :)
Naruto Dragneel Kurosaki: Yes, that's absolutely right! Very clever of you to notice, that's actually a plot device I've cultivated for this story! If you want to know why he proposed to suddenly, so abruptly, read my answer to ChristophTheMad's review, which is the first review I answered in this chapter, right at the very top! That will explain everything :D I'm so glad to hear you like the story, and I'll be back to post the next chapter tomorrow! :D
HalfDragonLover: Oh yes! I know, right?! He certainly did! What a flair for the dramatic, am I right?! Don't you agree, I think that's really funny of Emi, and one of my favorite parts of writing her :D Yes, That's true! There isn't as much to work with, But I'm a fan of those shippings nonetheless! I'll be continuing to work harder at mastering writing them! As for the Lemon, there are actually five lemons in this story as it currently exists, and I've been doing nothing but building up to them, pretty much endlessly! So sorry about that, I'm so sorry! But, the next chapter is very long and has two lemons, which is why I had to split it from one incredibly long (too long) chapter into two :D Have no fear, however! I'll be back to post the next chapter tomorrow, and I'll see you then :D Please enjoy chapter four for me in the meantime :D
DarkBattlefield: Why, hello! :D Please, don't feel bad! In fact, you made my day by reading and enjoying this piece, it makes me so happy to know that you're enjoying my work! I'm so thrilled to hear that you like this story! Hang tight, and I'll post the next chapter tomorrow! :D See you then!
Dark Li: AHahahahaha. Thank you so SO much, I'm so delighted to hear that :D I really appreciate it, it means the world to me! Yes, I was raised in Germany, but I learned English from birth, along with Italian, German and French, and English is actually my favorite (don't tell my dad!) My Mom is Editor-In-Chief of a big New York Publishing company, so she trained me well to be a writer, because she employs me to do writing and editing for her company, which is why it might seem like I'm American :D In any case, your praise is worth more than gold to me, and as always, I'm forever at your service! I really hope you enjoy this chapter, try to do that for me, and I'll see you tomorrow when I upload chapter 5! :D
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Thank you all so much! I have to say, I can't believe you're all not so tired of me by now. Well, as long as you want me around, I'll be here, doing my thing! I'm so sorry that it took me two extra days to upload this, I had to take care of some stuff for mother, but I managed to get it all done by cramming, and now I'm back on schedule! So, please enjoy this chapter for me, and I'll see you tomorrow when I upload chapter 5!
Maou and Emi stared across at one another, silently, for a moment; The hero, a ball of nerves, watched, eyes wide, as a furious hunger rose in the eyes of the Demon King. She felt her breath vanish, in her chest, and struggled to even draw tiny, shallow, gasping breaths, the word 'Dominating' still fresh in her mind, refusing to go away…
Making her heart beat violently inside her, she watched as Maou's eyes flashed, viciously, and she could see, so clearly, in his eyes, that he wanted to jump on her, right here, throw her to the ground, rip her clothes off, hold her down, and take her, roughly, holding her hair…
She flushed, glowing red, feeling slightly faint…
Somehow, she knew that if he did, if he did push her down, having his way with her, it would mean the end of her, the end of her self-respect, the end of her dignity, and her pulse raced just considering it, as her body was rocked by waves of fresh desire and heated shame; internally horrified, terrified by how much she wanted him to hold her down…
And then, as these swimming thoughts of domination and submission raged inside her, swirling around in her heart and head, as she felt the heat in her body grow overwhelming, Maou took a step towards her, and she quivered, feeling extraordinarily helpless before him.
Maou stopped, however, suddenly, eyes opening wide, and he frowned, twitching. Emi could see some strange conflict being waged in his eyes, and he took a deep breath, grinning, before shutting his eyes for a moment. Her heartbeat pounded along, anxiously, in the silence, before his eyes cracked open again.
He regarded her, for a moment, quietly, as his wicked grin died, replaced by a warmer, slightly sad, slightly desperate smile. She watched him, confused, as he turned away from her, seemingly in control of himself once again.
"M…M-Maou…?" She managed to whisper.
He seemed to consider this, for a moment, silently, before wandering away, into the kitchen, where he began wrapping up the sandwich Emi had prepared for him, opening the fridge to stow it away.
She felt a vein throb in her forehead, blood suddenly boiling, back to her senses.
"You're…! You aren't even hungry-!?" She squeaked, furiously red. "You just wanted me to obey you-!"
"Of course not-" Maou laughed, setting the sandwich on the bottom shelf, next to some fruit. He paused for a moment, afterwards, before heading back over to Emi, smirking, shaking his head. "At least, that's not the only reason."
She flushed, fuming, steam pouring off her face. "What's the other reason-?!"
"I was hungry." He added, honestly, grinning faintly, gathering his shoes and coat, handing her a jacket. "Let's go."
She froze, dumbfounded, for a moment, eyes wide, eyebrow rocketing up in the brief silence.
"H-huh?!"
He tugged his shoes on, smiling to himself, eyes shut, before setting the jacket in his hands over her shoulders. "We're going out to dinner, Emilia."
She paused, trembling, for a moment, faintly red, heat in her face.
She'd been so sure he'd…She was sure he would slam her backwards into a wall again, trapping her, holding her tightly, immediately taking her, forcing himself on her…
She felt the dancing of her conflicting emotions of heated desire, embarrassment, relief, in her chest. "We're…We're going to dinner?"
"That's right. It's a special occasion, after all-" He met her gaze, eyes twinkling oppressively.
Her heart skipped a beat.
(Thirty two minutes later)
The Hero and Demon king sat, together, at a table, downtown, in the nicest restaurant the city had to offer.
Maou was leaning, casually, calmly, grinning, in his seat, reclining, and Emi was practically shaking, eyes wide, staring over at him, unable to look away from him, heart still fluttering.
She knew he was…She knew Maou was just biding his time, building tension in her, she was sure of it. She was sure this was some devious master plan, to make her desperate, to confuse her, to make her want him so much her heart would explode…
That was just his style, she breathed, watching him carefully, suspicious…
"You look tense, Emi-" Maou teased, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Try to relax. We have a long night ahead of us."
I knew it-! She squeaked, quietly, heartbeat racing, bright red. I knew it!
A server appeared by their table, interrupting Emi's silent nervous breakdown, as she gaped at the Demon King, speechlessly, breathless, and she looked up, noticing that it was a relatively small, blonde girl, with a notepad, in a short skirt.
With giant tits.
She also noticed, eyes clouding over, that the waitress seemed awfully interested in Maou, watching him, eyes wide and sparkling, excitedly.
"Can I take your order-?" She chattered, practically glowing When Maou smiled for her.
"Sure. Bring me some steak-" Maou grinned, seeing Emi's face darken all at once, when the Waitress smiled, delighted, scribbling in her notebook. "That strikes me as traditional."
The waitress turned, hesitantly, slightly patronizingly, towards Emi, raising her eyebrows, unimpressed, staring down at the hero's chest. "And…For your friend here?"
Maou watched Alarm cross Emi's face with a savage grin.
"We're not friends, this-!" She started, furiously, interrupting herself with a little gasp.
They sat, in silence, for a moment, with the waitress looking between them, slightly frustrated, looking a little lost, Maou staring across at Emi, interestedly, while her lip trembled slightly, eyes wide, pulse racing.
"I'm…His wife-" She managed, in a small voice, brilliantly crimson, unable to look away from Maou, half annoyed, half vindictive, glaring up at the waitress, indignantly, after a moment, voice hardening. "And I want salad. I'm not picky."
Maou watched Emi's face, smug, as the waitress stormed off, highly aggravated. "You just can't seem to catch a break today."
"Leave me alone-" She whimpered, helpless, still flushed, heat in her cheeks.
As she watched his eyes, her heartbeat raced, seeing that same hungry passion, that same nearly unrestrained desire, rise in him. A moment of silence, as she tried, largely unsuccessfully, to regulate her breathing, as he seemed to wrestle the manic predator inside him back down, eyes shut, twitching, before grinning, eyes opening once again, meeting her gaze.
"Tell me something, Emi." He ventured, picking a fork up, twirling it. "How does this marriage work?"
She froze, looking down into her lap, heart skipping a beat, breath catching in her chest. Silence, echoing silence, as she looked up at him, incredulous, flushed, mind conjuring perverse visions of bondage and dominance, as her heartbeat accelerated. "W-What-?!"
He laughed, setting the fork back down. "I'm going to conquer the world, you know. What's your plan?"
She breathed an audible sigh of relief, still trapped in his gleaming eyes, heat in her face dying down, as she realized he wasn't looking to establish a dominance precedent or some twisted power dynamic...Not Yet… She cursed herself, terrified, internally.
She cursed herself in her mind, as her heartbeat continued to race, thoughts swirling, heating up, at the thought of his promise to make her submit to him…Her feelings roiled inside her, tumultuous, tormented by barely hidden desires and passion; Emi took a deep breath, suppressing her wildly perverse thoughts, as best she could. "I'm going to stop you. I'll never let it happen."
She met his eyes, determined, burning justice in her gaze. He flinched a bit, and laughed. "Really? You're going to stand against me?"
"That's right." She huffed, raising an eyebrow at him, proudly, crossing her arms, dead set.
"I'm not surprised, I guess." He chuckled, rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes calmly shut. Maou's eyes opened, flashing, glinting, a moment later, and he met her righteous glare, grinning. "So, you're telling me…the Hero will stand in my way, and you'll defeat me, saving the world…Before we return home together, I throw you onto the bed and fuck you?"
She squealed, quietly, furiously red, steaming, and stomped on his foot under the table. He laughed, and Emi could only glare across at him, fuming, humiliated, speechless, breathless, without a retort or response. She opened her mouth, indignant, flushed, heart hammering, but failed to speak, and her jaw shut again, clenched tightly, crimson red, as he watched her, fascinated, grinning.
"I like it." He teased. "We can work with this."
"I-Inside the bedroom and outside the bedroom are different affairs-!" She managed to squeak, blushing furiously, stammering. Her heart raced, as he considered her, and seemed to consider this, thoughtfully, for a moment, pensive.
In the silence, as she saw that wild, untamed hunger rising in his eyes again, she felt her face flush, heat in her chest and body, mind wandering, against her will, to thoughts of wicked sexual misconduct…She couldn't help it, Emi was helpless to get his promise to "make her submit" out of her mind. Every time she saw that look in his eyes, as he struggled to suppress it, she thought of him holding her down, pinning her down, forcefully, having his way with her, and she felt a rush of addicting heat and shame, desire and helplessness surge through her.
Make...Make me submit to him...She thought, pulse racing, bright red. What does that mean-? What does that mean?!
How bad…How bad is he-? How bad can he be-? She caught herself thinking, in a weak little voice, somewhere in the back of her mind, as her hands came up to hold her temples, and she shook her head, desperately, slightly terrified, very mortified. Maybe he's…Maybe he just wants to be rough with me-
...Or…A moment of silence, as her eyes ventured back up to meet his, and the grinning, almost sadistic smirk on his face, and the wicked, ravenous gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. She squeaked, glowing red.
Emi couldn't help it, she was thinking of him tying her up, handcuffing her, setting a ball gag in her mouth, attaching a leash to her neck…
No! No! She breathed, squealing faintly, bright scarlet, head in her hands, staring back down into her lap, devastated, overcome, furious heat in her body, basically panicking. Noooo! NOOO!
Something about the thought of Maou, that Maou, the King of all demons and all of Hell, her nemesis, controlling her like that, dominating her, Emilia, the Hero of Ente Isla, was too enticing, too horrifying, too overwhelming, just thinking it sent her into a spiraling whirl of outrageous humiliation and desire.
She hung her head, mortified, remembering the way she felt about Maou when she first arrived on earth. She almost laughed, miserable, shaking, imagining what she would've done if the old her could see what she was thinking now…
Married to that guy.
She looked up at him, trembling, as he seemed to have calmed himself down as well, and was joking with the waitress, who had returned to bring them their food.
I'm married to this guy? She lamented, heart racing, watching him, bright red.
(Forty five minutes later)
After dinner, Maou had led her, back outside, into the rain, heartbeat thudding viciously inside her, every step of the way, as he hailed the first taxi to pass at a nearby intersection.
She followed him inside it, breathlessly, speechlessly, trying to prepare her heart and mind, and, potentially, her body, for whatever would come next…
But, instead, Maou gave the cab driver another address, one she didn't recognize, instead of directions to their nearby apartment…
"Now what…?" She managed, helplessly, meeting his eyes, at the end of her rope.
"I couldn't help thinking," He grinned. "most weddings also feature some amount of dancing."
Her eyes widened, as the cab pulled up outside what appeared to be some kind of wild nightclub.
"Right?" he teased, paying the taxi driver, grabbing her hand, pulling her back out into the rain, as she protested, vehemently, vociferous, every step of the way, bright red.
Maou hypnotized his way through the line, casually, and they stepped inside, where the thumping, droning music and flashing lights assaulted them.
Emi flinched, squinting, very much overwhelmed by the sights and sounds, by all the people milling about, as the king of demons led her, by the hand, over to a wall, near the dance floor.
"Looks exciting, doesn't it?" He laughed, seeing the obviously uncomfortable and out of place hero of Ente Ilsa, nervously scouting the room out.
"No!" She hissed, flushed, entirely out of her element. She turned to Maou, glaring, noticing that he looked completely at ease, completely comfortable, fitting in outrageously well. The Club and the Music seemed to warp around him, the people seemed to warp around him, out of his path, out of their way, and yet, somehow, all appeared to be quietly in awe of him; as if the entire club was silently worshiping the ground he walked on, while everyone went about their business, as if subtly avoiding them out of sheer respect and humility.
She just stared at him, overcome, for a moment, eyes wide, struggling to make sense of this phenomenon, realizing, at last, horrified, that she too was somehow falling under this strange spell. It wasn't a profound difference, really, Maou just appeared very at ease, very at home, very impressive, very powerful… She gaped, slackjawed, mouth open, at him, and he laughed.
"This place is teeming with despair, Emilia." He grinned at her, turning slightly away. "Everyone is suffering."
She tilted her head, eyes wide, considering this, for a moment. It made sense, somehow. No wonder he was practically glowing, radiantly, cool, collected energy and charisma leaking from his every pore.
"Including you, if that expression on your face is any indication." He chuckled.
She glared at him, whirling around, crossing her arms, huffing. She imagined she did indeed look tormented; she certainly felt tormented. Her body was screaming at her to be close to him, and her mind was stubbornly refusing, refusing herself her every inclination.
"Very affecting." He grinned, holding a hand out to her, after a moment. "Want to dance?"
Emi glanced out at the couples on the dance floor, nervously; most of them were grinding against each other, passionately intertwined. The music was dark and erotic, with a thumping drum beat that seemed to echo her own heart. "I don't think so-" She squeaked.
"Good idea-" He pulled her hand, grinning wickedly, taking her out onto the dance floor, as she whined, whimpering, flushed, heart hammering. "Come on-"
He grabbed her, holding her tightly, wrapping his arms around her, before turning her body, pressing her into him, and she gasped, faintly, eyes wide, heat rising in her face and body, as his hands wandered along her waist, and his fingers brushed her face.
She took a deep breath, feeling his arms and hands on her, feeling the heat of his body, squeezing her eyes shut, and tried to forget that there were people around…so many people…
So many disorienting lights...
The beat and melody filled her, and the warmth of her feelings for him pounded in her heart, coursing through her, numbing her anxiety and nervousness, even as her breath came only in shallow pants, as she felt the evidence of his arousal press into her, into her ass, and she wiggled her hips, tentatively, against him, almost against her will, almost subconsciously, heat filling her…
Bright red, exhaling, as he held her arm, and his other hand wandered on her body, with the music bumping in her ears, filling her mind, the sensation of Maou pressing against her, she shut her eyes, beginning to lose herself, and her body started to move on it's own.
She rubbed her ass on him, as her heartbeat raced, and her thoughts swirled, she held her head, feeling his length pressing into her, and she was grinding her ass against him, furiously embarrassed, but extremely aroused, feeling the shame and love mixing inside her, trying very hard not to think of herself as Emilia the Hero, grinding on Maou…
To the beat, they danced, closely together, gleaming, heat and passion brimming between them, tension like arcing electricity in the air around them; His body's pressure against her made her tingle, all over, every nerve in her warming up, highly aware of the situation, despite herself…
His breath was warm on her cheek.
Maou moved with a slow sensuality, and her body followed his lead, breathlessly, speechlessly.
As the song ended, Maou spun her around, holding her tightly in his arms, not letting her go; he pressed his forehead down against hers. She could feel him pressing into her, between her legs, his length pressing into her, and struggled to find breath.
Silence, on the dance floor, for a moment, as she just panted in his embrace, and he seemed to neither breathe nor move at all.
"I…" She breathed, whispering, flushed. "I don't think this is how people dance at weddings-"
He grinned, wickedly, eyes calmly shut, collected.
Tension hummed between them as the next song started.
While they danced, together, deep into the night, she couldn't escape the feeling that they were almost making love to the beat of the music.
Ex-V: Did you have fun? Did you like it? I really hope so! This chapter is basically all building up to the lemons in the next one, right? which is very long, as it currently stands! Lots of buildup, lots of tension! Don't worry, I'll come through with the payoff for you tomorrow! That way you'll feel like the characters really earned it, and I'll feel like I was able to establish the hardcore, intense vibe their relationship is taking on :D
See you in the next chapter!