Ex-V: Hey there! It's such a pleasure to see you again, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long! You've all been so wonderful to me, I can't tell you how much I appreciate that! These past few chapters, and the next few chapters, have been some of my favorites to write in my entire fanfiction career! I really hope you like them too :D
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The hero leaned up, flushed red and moaning weakly, lamely, parting her lips; trembling, she mouthed something, helplessly, to Maou, failing to speak as he hovered, centimeters from her lips. "A-ah..." She begged, desperately, lightheaded and swaying faintly in place, trying to implore him to kiss her already.
He did, slanting his mouth on hers. Muffled, she managed to vocalize her intense pleasure, gasping into their liplocks as he set one hand on her breast, ripping her bra off. Awash with desire and humiliation, Emilia dragged him sideways, taking him back with her, taking another step backwards towards the couch that would be their future. In between them, the friction of raging heat and magnetism was a whirlpool, a hurricane of tender, coiling affection and disdain, binding them together
Her pleading voice reached him, and conflicting feeling swirled in his chest, between every heartbeat. Grinning, frustrated, Maou set one hand on her left breast; she choked, sputtering, furiously red and helpless, covering her face with both hands again as she rubbed her core just slightly on his erection.
Sexual arousal was so alien to the righteous hero, the hero of Ente Isla, that it felt like he had utterly replaced all her thoughts and feelings with desire and love… Feverishly, she panted, shaking her head and setting one hand on top of his, where it lingered on her breast. Maou kissed her, again, and a subdued moan escaped her lips, as she rubbed her own sore breast with his hand.
Another vision flashed by, dancing past in her mind's eye… She saw him slap her ass, spanking her, as he penetrated her body from behind, over and over… Emi gurgled something incomprehensible, highly alarmed and terrifyingly aroused.
"Something to say...?" He ventured, coolly, keeping her trapped, tightly, against him. Unrestrained heat and passion boiled in his tone, under his smooth voice; she met his eyes, for just an instant, and yelped, unable to bear his gaze… Considering that he had just spanked her, in her mind.
"Not face down… P-Please...?" She whispered, viciously red, and glancing awkwardly, desperately, away; making one last, half-lame appeal, as he hung his head, briefly; eyes downcast, struggling to contain himself… To keep himself from throwing her down on the couch right there, at that very moment…
Her head was spinning, and the Hero struggled to come to terms with the idea that Maou, Maou, the Maou she saw every day, and was supposed to hate, would take her virginity... Fuck her right here. "P…Please? Just...!" She stammered, voice unduly squeaky and tight. "Just Think about it, from the perspective... Think about what will happen after we finish-!"
The King of Hell could not reconcile with his feelings of love and desire for the Hero, which had ripped him to shreds already. He looked at her, into her face, and she squeaked, flushed, as he squeezed her left nipple between the sides of two fingers.
"What about it?" His voice was smooth, mesmerizing and captivating.
Utterly humiliated and furiously red, Emilia managed to look back up Into his eyes, feeling his fingers squeezing the swollen, puckered tip of her breast, as he pressed her back into the wall; setting their lips millimeters apart yet again.
"D-Do... Do you really want to do this-?!" She breathed, dizzy, feeling way too much like a plaything in his hands. "Do you really want to have to think about how you f-fingered my butthole, once you hate me again-?!"
"At least," His eyes narrowed viciously, lips tightening into a wicked sneer. "Completely-"
She shrieked, flustered, holding her head. "You would-!" Emi squeezed her eyes shut, and she quivered, breathless; voice shrill. "You Would, Lusty Demon! Perverted Devil-!"
Emi spread her legs even further apart, shoving her crotch into him, desperately. In response, Maou raised her thigh higher, eyes narrowing at her; shifting in place, the hero felt his length grinding into her core, and, fidgeting, she wailed lamely, eyes snapping back open and staring, overcome, into the ceiling. "Ah! AHhh, Whyyyyyy! Why mee?!"
He held her arms tightly, pulling her another step closer to the couch, unrepentant. "It was always you...Always."
His voice was icy, and irritated; as though he hated to admit it, even to himself.
Emilia blinked, with fresh tears welling up in her eyes. Still staring into the ceiling, she sniffled, taking his hand in hers, before looking into his face and setting his fingers back on her left breast, choking back a wringing sob.
As the Hero cried, as tears streaked her cheeks again, in the midst of the swirling heat and passion, and tension, between them, Maou turned, slightly; looking, overcome by a flood of desire, and pain, into her face, and she dropped her gaze, eyes downcast. Under his fingers, he could feel her breast, her racing heartbeat, her shuddering breaths… Her swollen nipple, her unbearably soft, inviting skin, the suppleness of her flesh… He could feel her fingers, on top of his hand, trembling lightly.
Tears poured freely down her cheeks, as she sniffed, sobbing. Maou stilled, in that moment, time seemed to stop altogether, freezing them; capturing that moment in their minds, where it would remain for the rest of their lives.
Emilia whined, incoherently, grinding her crotch into him and struggling to wipe her red, watering eyes, looking away, off to the side… Maou could think of nothing but how incredible she was, how amazing it was that she existed, how insane it was that they were together, on Earth, in her apartment… He pressed two fingers into the side of her chin, and tilted her head, aligning her face with his again. They stared across into each others eyes, for a moment, wordless, speechless; caught in an endless tug-a-war of passion, heat and turbulent desire.
Maou set his lips gently over hers, again.
Emilia hiccuped, breathless, bright red; in between their tight liplocks, wrapping both her arms around his neck, pulling herself up into him, gasping for air and for Maou, her hips rolled against his, just slightly... The Hero opened her mouth, caught up in the moment, and his tongue found hers; She moaned, and her voice was tense and high-pitched, the feeling of his tongue wrestling hers back, hungrily, powerful, overwhelmed her, and Emi danced her tongue against his, graceful but desperate… She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, winded.
"I... I love you... I can't believe this is happening to me..." She whimpered.
Maou felt a pang of terrible guilt rend his heart, for just an instant, and saw flashes of all the evil he had done to Ente Isla; visions of murdering, conquering, enslaving... Hundreds of thousands of innocent people...
It was so incredibly, deliciously wild, and strange, for her, and for him, as they were both well-aware of who he was, what he had done; and who she was, and what they were doing…
He eased her back, gently, and she followed his movements, obeying his silent commands, his lead, thoughts swirling… She felt her ass bumping up against the armrest of the couch, and he pressed her, smoothly, against it; Emilia, winded and trembling, quivered; her flowing tears stopped, for a moment, and she looked away to the left, struggling to inhale, mind-boggled, red-faced. She kissed his neck, then, briefly, and nuzzled her face into his chest, into his collarbone. "You're evil…" She whispered, almost reverently, despite herself; despite everything she stood for… "You're…Maou…"
"I'm sorry." He said, at last, dryly; dryly, but sincerely, as his ravenous hunger for her body mingled with an unbelievable desire to make her happy, to be good, despite his evil nature…
"You're sorry!" She hissed, voice squeaky and cracking, in low tones. "You're sorry, What? That you made me fall In love with Satan?! With the King of all Demons?!"
She was practically screaming, but her voice was soft and low, and tremoring. Emi shifted her weight, leaning back against the couch armrest, steadying herself against him; she turned a bit, grabbing his wrist and setting it back on her naked breast, furiously red, hissing, strangled.
He couldn't answer, struck mute, battling his lust and love, losing badly. She seemed so righteous, she was so brilliant, and beautiful, radiant like the angel she was…
She used his fingers to brush her nipple, taking low, subdued and ragged breaths. "Maou…" She managed, pronouncing it only with difficulty, caught between sobbing and moaning. "Ma…ou…"
It felt a lot like she was his only reason to live, all of a sudden… His only means of redemption. The King of Hell glanced up, briefly, overwhelmed by the feeling of her chest, her nipple under his fingers, as she continued to make him rub her sensitive breast; He kissed her head, set his lips gently against her, into her brilliant hair, with wide eyes.
As she whimpered, pathetically, he strained to sort through all these feelings, and they swirled about inside his head. At last, he managed to find his words.
"What... What can I do to make it up to you?" His words were soft, but decisive and strong. She wiggled her hips against his erection, again, exhaling, eyes drifting shut as she shivered; the blush darkened on her face.
"Squeeze my ass…"
He twitched, grinning, and she mumbled something else; lamely, indignant and trailing off.
Maou brushed her cheek, tenderly, with his free hand, and she froze, suddenly unable to open her eyes. Her heart rate spiked, racing along, thumping wildly in her chest.
His hand trailed around to the underside of her thigh, and he grasped her firm backside. Emilia squeaked, wincing with a start, as unbridled pleasure, and simmering heat rippled through her body. Her eyes snapped open, and she blinked; staring at him, into his face...
Into his soul, it seemed.
"Emilia." He said, in a dazzling, collected voice. It was unlike anything she had ever heard before, and she felt like she and Maou were forever linked, inextricably tied to one another…
The hero could hear something, she could hear something incredible in his voice; Somehow, it was as if… as if she could hear all of his being, in his voice.
In that moment, she knew it; whether or not she would hate the demon king again, after he had his way with her… It wouldn't matter.
She could spend the rest of her life, pleasurably, just thinking about that voice.
It was like she could see into his heart, into his soul, and what she saw there trapped her.
She could see his whole being. His faith, his intentions… His desperation to be better, to be a good person, to be a righteous man that was worthy of her. She could also see his greed, his lust, his evil, his sadism… His desire for power, and his need to conquer the world.
She saw his whole being, In that moment, and cried again; bewildered, utterly blown away and shocked, she felt new, noiseless tears leaking from her eyes... Silent, beautiful tears.
Emilia leaned up, on her tip toes, and kissed him; she set her hands on his face, and pressed her body against him, as tightly as she could. Maou blinked, before wrapping his arms around her waist, and she adjusted herself, as they kissed, gently and savagely; so that his length would find her core again…
She saw, so painfully clearly, In that moment, that she loved the Demon King, and that she wanted to be with him forever… Emilia saw that she needed to be with him, to be his wife, to love him and nurture him, to have his children and be a mother to his demon babies, that she needed to have a family with him... She saw, in that moment, that they must really be fated for one another, because she just had to have the kids they saw in the mirror, she just had to be with their children, she had to have the life she saw in the mirror.
She also saw that she hated him. That she couldn't stand him!
It was overwhelming.
They kissed and kissed, both loving and hating each other, pushing and pulling like the tide.
Maou held her, tightly, growling lowly, as his need for her had become painful.
"Let's… Kiss. Forever." She whispered, radiantly red. The hero, now sitting on the couch armrest, raised one knee, and managed to unbutton her skirt; Maou laughed, as explosive desire surged through him, with every new beat of his heart, a lifetime of lust coursed his veins. Emilia was wriggling, desperately, against him, and trying to keep her balance on the armrest, as her skirt dropped to the floor, and she struggled to get out of her tights.
"A little help-?" She snapped, squealing quietly, glaring squarely into his chest, as he just cackled, watching her with blinding eyes. Maou reached down, and touched her tights with two fingers.
They vanished, dissolved, in a flash of violet light. Emilia jumped a little, startled, and grabbed onto him, to keep from falling over.
For a moment, nothing moved. Emilia just hugged him, bright red, staring, wide-eyed, out sideways into the room.
Ex-V: I know! I know!
I'm dragging it out! But we're SO SO CLOSE, I really wanted to write the lemon into this chapter, but the chapter was just SO long with the lemon in it, I HAD to split the chapter up, and I really REALLY didn't want to have to cut a bunch of stuff out, I really like this part of the story, and my instinct as a writer tells me that breaking it up like this, and including everything I wanted to include, is the right thing to do for the story and the characters!
Please forgive me! I swear, I totally swear, I'll post the next few chapters extra quick, because you guys have been SO SO patient!
With that being said, please, let me know what you think! I'll be eternally grateful, if you do :D
See you soon!
