Chapter 7:
"You said you had something for us to discuss?" She said slowly, trying her best not to lose her temper on the Demon King, who knows what he would do to her. His toothy grin widened to its max as he waved his finger side to side as if knowing what she was thinking.
"I said something to settle, nothing about a discussion." Maou tisked back at her, grin widening.
"Settle… how…?" Emi replied nervously, eye's darting anywhere but his as he only stood a few inches from her. It didn't stop him from staring right at her face the entire time - noses almost touching.
"Emi, Emi, Emi. You did all you needed to when you said 'I consent to everything'." He stated proudly, hands on his hips and attempting to mimic her voice with a sweetly seductive tone. "Do you suddenly take back your promise? Not very Hero like or seeming from someone that's supposed to be my Demon General…" Maou continued, egging her on. Emi gasped in shock.
"There was no promise! I did not say any words relating to promise! But I haven't taken back what I said. I-I… do consent… to everything…" She said, started off strong before breaking off into a stutter and trailing off quietly in the end. Maou's hand reached up and brushed the purple braid back from her face and into her scarlet hair with a chuckle. He leaned forward to whisper into her ear.
"Then there is nothing else to talk about…" He said softly, sending chills throughout Emi's body. She placed her hands on his chest to nervously push him away, biting her lip when she felt his heated core through his ripped shirt.
"But-but… what if we lose control again and turn into our other forms?" She rushed in a stuttered voice, interjecting on his advancements as her fingers became tangled in his shirt.
"So what?" He said, with a low voice and a hint of amusement.
"But, if-if we change, my bed will break!" She interjected once again - blurting out honestly, eyes dating to the bed behind her.
"Why would you bed break, Emi?" Maou replied, bemused. He stepped forward placing himself flush against her. She, in turn, had her calves pinned against the bed and could no longer escape.
"Stop teasing me, Maou!" She cried out, desperate and tried to weakly push at him. He placed both his hands on her arms gently.
"It wouldn't be like us, otherwise… Besides, this will be the kindest of the teasing tonight." He said with a straight face, half whispering, eyes sparkling. Emi's turned beet red, eyes widened in shock.
"How can you say such embarrassing things?" She mumbled, turning her head away from his body as best she could. Maou's face burst into a devilishly childish grin.
"Are you sure you're asking the right questions?" He said, deviously. Emi bit her lip and closed her eyes to think over what he meant. He watched her eyes flutter close in such a cute manner, especially as her brows stitched together. A light-hearted smile crossed his lips.
"What if we change forms again? The weight of you alone is like a fat demon goat-bat - my bed wouldn't survive you brushing up against it…" She mused honestly, to Maou's annoyment - snapping a scowl to his face.
"Tch." He replied out before stepping forward and placing his feet on either side of Emi, the atmosphere changing from a calm and joking manner to something more heated - she shivered in turn.
Maou gently grabbed hold of her braid, raising it to his lips and brushing her cheek with his other hand. His beep voice changed, like liquid honey on her ear - and it was excruciating. The tension was building to an all-time high. Irrepressible desire shook through Emi for the first time in a conscious state.
"Then we just let things happen as they should…" He finally responded as he leant forward, lips grazing her outer ear lobe - creating goose bumps across her entire body. She huffed, trying to regain her composure and still continued to weakly push at his chest. "And things will fall as they might." He continued, gently biting her ear. Emi's knees gave out and she sat back on the bed - surprised.
"Ever playing the 'cool type', aren't you?" She responded, annoyed at his advances and her lack of proper response. She looked up at him still standing above her with his usual cocky grin. A dark gleam entered his eyes. He leaned down and placed his hands on either side of her on the bed and quickly brought his right hand up to snapped his fingers towards her alarm radio. It crackled, came to life, and 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' started to play.
"How's that for cool?" He said with a proud smile. Emi laughed in response, some nervous tension releasing in the air around them.
"What a stupid waste of power. This is why I never need to be worried about how you waste your power." She giggled, relaxing.
"I'm happy you would say that," Maou responded, a crooked grin that showed his own nervousness depleting. "That's not what I want you to worry about, though." He continued, husky voice returning. He drummed his fingers on the sheets on both sides of her, starting to hum to the song. Emi bite down on her lip, watching as he closed his eyes and started to sway slightly side to side.
'Ah,' she thought. 'Another first…' She smiled to herself. Never had she thought of something the Devil King did of as being cute or adorable - but that's what it was. It felt like such a sweet and tender moment, so different from the atmosphere before, that it was almost like the air around her shimmered.
Maou opened his eyes as he continued to hum, and his breath caught in his throat. There it was, that brilliant smile he had seen on so few occasions. As bright as the sun, as beautiful and warm as a sunset - and the way her eyes shone was like a double rainbow over the ocean before him. She was glowing before him as if she herself was heaven.
To both of their surprise, their lips met like a soft encore - as Maou's body had moved on its own, wanting to be closer to the goddess before him. It was so sweet, so tender. Emi's lips parted in surprise, and Maou took ahold of that opportunity and invited himself in - tongue delicately touching hers, as if asking permission to continue. As a response, Emi tipped her head for him and pushed her lips harder against his. It was that moment that the heated atmosphere returned tenfold.
Maou's hands flew up to cradle her face, his left knee rising to place on the bed beside her to steady himself. Emi's hands gripped harder on Maou's chest, pulling his shirt like she was trying to make him closer. With his weight off-set by Emi's pulling, Maou fell forward and pushing Emi down onto the bed. He separated them both for a moment to breath, and she gasped below him.
Maou's eye's flashed a bright red and his aura started to emanate from his body. He closed his eyes to concentrate, to stop the change. He fought against it. He felt Emi arch into him from below and he snapped open his eyes. He noticed that she too was starting to lose control and hissed in response. This can't be how it'll turn out every time, do they not get a choice?
'Well', he thought. 'If we're not gonna get a choice, I'm just going to adjust the outcome.' he decided internally. He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek to get her attention. Her eyes fluttered open in response.
"It's okay, Emi. Just let it happen…" Maou said softly. She gasped in response as if to argue - but he shook his head. "Trust me." He whispered with a smile. There was a silenced moment before she nodded, agreeing.
"Good." He nodded firmly, his hand shooting down to her right thigh and lifting it up. She squealed at his fast movement. "Now that's out of the way - let the fun begin."
