Ex-V: Hey there, It's been a hot minute, hasn't it! It took me about a week longer than I wanted, but here's the next chapter! I hope you like it!
KOMqueen: Wow, thank you so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to say that :') I hope i didn't keep you waiting TOO long! ahaha... Maybe you're right, I guess this is way more smutty than it is fluffy... As for that question of yours, that's actually a very important question to the plot of the story, and I don't mind answering it for you, if you prefer to know now, rather than wait for it to come out in the story, so PM me if you want me to answer that for you! GREAT question, though, I'm so excited to see you pick up on that and ask!
Archie-Sama: I'm so glad :D I'm so glad to hear that, I will definitely continue this story, And I hope you like where it's heading! Greetings from the States, I hear Brasil is beautiful!
MurderousPillows: Man, that is SO good of you to say! Thank you SO SO much for not being upset, I hope the new chapter is to your liking too! Yes, I like to write very carefully, by planning everything out, so I set up templates that outline both basic and complex facets of the characters, and I have very many for each character! Twenty-two for Maou, and Twenty-Three for Emi! Some of them are closer to the originals than others, some of them are more in character, canon-wise, than others, and some of them have neat quirks that make them unique! That helps me keep the characterization consistent, since my editor doesn't work with my fanfictions :0 I tend to rely on her a lot!
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Noirship: Yes, that's right! That's according to design, as you'll see over the next chapter and a half, if you read them :) It's not on accident, Emi has something of a plan going on-
SSTrans: Do you really think so? I'm so delighted :') I really liked that chapter too, I think it was better than my average work, and I put a lot more effort into it! Here's the next chapter, I hope it pleases you!
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"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.
It occurred to her that she was naked, but for her panties.
The humiliation, the feverish, dizzying humiliation, was beginning to set in, and she blinked; somewhat dazed, but saying nothing. Her pulse hammered in her temples, and heat swam between her legs, in her breast, in her face.
"Emilia…" Maou said, at last, coolly; grinning lightly. She sat up, and looked into his face, into his eyes. "You look frightened."
She closed her mouth, screwing her mouth tightly shut, for a moment, glowing faintly red. She just could not seem to look away from his eyes.
"I'm a warrior. Nothing frightens me."
He shifted them, and she could feel the tugging pull of the Current, the magnetic attraction humming between them. She was aware of her own mouth floating towards him, as he leaned slightly down over her, pulling her into him; adrift in the sea of heat and passion, lust and despair. "Is that right..."
The Hero's poor body just couldn't handle any more, she felt like putty. Bright red putty, with a fever and a concentrated sunburn, as her heartbeat throbbed Inside her. "Y-Yes." she stammered, lying; she knew she sounded terribly unsure.
Maou kissed her, hungrily, and she tilted her head further up, opening her lips further, to give him free reign of her mouth and body, locking her lips desperately against him. She panted when he released her, with both palms trembling against his sculpted chest.
"You're lying." He whispered, softly, voice full of passion and power, eyes burning; taking her thigh in his hand and raising it again. She groaned, squeaking, squeezing her eyes shut and wincing, leaning back to keep her balance. Emi's arms wound themselves around his neck, holding him tightly. "See, you're trembling, warrior..."
Furiously red, she nodded; opening her eyes and meeting his mesmerizing gaze. "I... lied, I'm... I'm afraid."
"I know." He answered, smoothly, full of certainty. His voice had become so low and hoarse, and it was overcoming her, It sounded like Maou, it sounded the devil who could not be resisted... "But are you afraid of me, or of impurity?"
He was still pulling her upwards, slowly, into him, and it felt like time was crawling; She kept her wide eyes fixed on him, stretching one leg out and arching her back, Tilting her head, as he pulled her up into him, still keeping her pressed tightly against the couch armrest, upright...
"You." She whispered, unblinking, proudly, staring straight into his eyes, as he finally paused; holding her up, against him, their faces inches apart. Maou marveled at her, as she was contorted, against him; gracefully, like a dancer, touching as much of herself to him as she could, still so proud and strong, even in the depths of her shame...
They just looked across at one another, overflowing, explosive heat and passion coursing between them, for a moment, frozen In time. He stared into her wide, unblinking eyes, and she watched him, resolute, in love. Surely, she was too good for him, surely he could never be worthy of her in a trillion endless years...
"Me..." He replied, ruminating on this, and his eyes narrowed; resisting the urge to kiss her, although it nearly killed him. She just looked too brilliant, too dignified, even blushing and nearly naked. "... Me, not impurity?"
She relaxed her body in his embrace, Finally looking away, flushed; curling herself up against him and setting her face into his chest. Emilia blinked, summoning her nerve again, and looked into his face once more. "Do you remember, years ago... When I first confronted you, in Ente Isla?"
Now, she looked nervous, glowing crimson, and he kissed her tender lips again; a furious dragon - like beast, all lust and volcanic power, and heat, roared In his chest. Emilia the Hero trembled, quaking, in his arms, as though she could feel it's fury and desire. "What about it?" He answered, voice cool and overwhelming, holding her tightly.
She pressed her crotch Into him, feeling his erection grinding into her through her thin, soaked panties. The hero was barely breathing. "I was afraid of you then, too."
He fell silent, and nodded, recollecting this; she kissed his cheek again, nuzzling her face into him.
"You didn't know it yet, at the time, but there was nothing to fear." His voice echoed through her, resonating through her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes again. "You beat me soundly."
"So? Is this your revenge?" She whispered back, quietly and reverently, blushing bright red and closing her eyes.
Maou laughed, holding her tighter; just hugging her there. "No... Just like that time, you have nothing to fear."
She flushed, unbearably comfortable In his arms, in his embrace, under his terrible power; the hero squirmed against him, as he drew slightly back and pressed their foreheads together.
"That's what you think..." She muttered, sourly, staring squarely across into his eyes. "You're Maou, the Demon King... Aren't you?"
He blinked, stilling; Her words echoed at his ears.
It was true, he was the evil king of demons, and it wasn't possible for him to be gentle enough with her now, or kind enough to her now, that she would forget it.
"You're fearsome... Aren't you?" She managed, voice quivering and cracking, under her breath. Happy tears leaked from her eyes. "Can you deny it...?"
He watched her with wide eyes, straining to tame the screaming lust in his heart. A moment later, he laughed lightly, miserable. "I'm sorry, Emilia."
She leaned into him again, breathless; tightening her arms around his neck, bright red, and kissed his mouth, before pecking his lips twice more, kissing him through the salty tears.
"Don't apologize now, jackass..." She whimpered, squeaking lowly and furiously red. "Don't apologize like you're sorry, If you're just going to manhandle me when you t-take my virginity-"
Maou laughed again, and his voice resonated within her, in her core; she sighed, simmering orgasmic heat and tension constantly building in her navel.
She met his flashing eyes, Pursing her lips, brilliantly red, and saw him grinning wickedly, shifting her body In hands. They both paused for a second, frozen in each others eyes.
"Fair enough, Emilia..." He answered, dryly. "I'm the fearsome king of demons, then."
"That's what I thought!" She squealed, under her breath, muttering, indignant and bright red. "It's too much to ask for you to be gentle, isn't it... Jackass-!"
"In my defense, your body is very tempting." He crooned, brushing her cheek, coolly.
The Hero blushed, furiously, and blinked. Lowering her eyes a bit, she wriggled, awkwardly, in place. The King of Hell waited, patiently.
"How... H-How tempting?" She managed, voice tiny; somehow, almost excited, even. "So tempting that you need to touch my asshole?"
"At least..." His eyes glimmered, and she sat up a bit, wincing and riding her hips forward, wriggling her crotch against him, breathless. "What can I do to make it easier on you?"
She just shuddered, sighing, as incredible, boiling pleasure rocked her body, surging up through her hips.
He reached down, and picked up her discarded bra in one hand. Lifting it to her eyes, he offered it, grinning, as she panted, speechless.
Emilia looked lost in thought for a moment, she looked consumed by her racing thoughts... Choking, flushed, she gathered herself to speak, shoving his hand away, and her bra along with it, shaking her head. "Handing me my bra does nothing." She frowned severely, bright red, nibbling her fingernails indecisively. "Nothing, Moron..."
Somehow, he hadn't violated her yet, and he was absolutely desperate to at least hear her answer, first… Although it was taking every single last fiber of his being, of his conscious willpower, to fight the urge to seize her, as her creamy thighs shifted and her breasts jiggled a bit, when she flushed, peeking away. "But... There is something... Something you can do."
She sniffled, strangled and bright red, then shook her head, wildly. Clearing her throat, the hero flushed, with outrageous heat in her face and body. Maou watched, calculating, mesmerized by her.
Emilia could not believe what she was about to do.
Fidgeting, trembling in place, she pressed her fingers to the straps of her panties, on her waist.
Maou saw her hands reach for her panties, and a broad grin crossed his face as his eyes drifted briefly shut. He tilted his head a bit, internally readying himself, whispering Go time to himself in his mind...
The Demon King unbuttoned his pants, Grinning, and moved to remove them; Emilia stopped him, however, squeaking a small protest in a tiny, shrill voice.
"W-wait-!"
The Demon King froze, hands now in the waistband of his briefs, preparing to draw his length out.
He blinked, eyes cracking open, and saw her quivering in place, eyeing him with wide, desperate green orbs... She was frozen before him, still In the process of beginning to tug her panties down, bright red, and her modesty was still Intact, her sex was still covered...
"W-wait..." She said, yet again, breathing, flushed red and dizzy. Maou nodded, seriously, unmoving; giving her room to speak her mind. "Not yet, don't...Don't... take your pants off, yet..."
He blinked again, curious, watching her; ravenous, but contemplating her words. He saw her move to tug her own panties down further, however, with trembling fingers, and froze.
"Not yet?" He wondered, wryly, regarding her carefully. She met his eyes, furiously red, looking very helpless. She tugged her panties down a little lower, just a little, but not enough to expose herself... Humiliated beyond belief, and shrieking at herself in her mind, she bent over a bit, ensuring that her vagina remained covered.
"Don't take my pants off, yet...?" Maou absorbed all this, and just cocked his head at her, calculating. "You're naked already, Emilia."
"W-Well... I'll be really naked in a second, so...!" She squeaked, desperate and blushing furiously, but only managed to bend over slightly further, staring straight into his chest, leaning against the couch armrest. The hero tried to yank her panties down, all the way down, but failed utterly, breathless and yelping quietly. "Just... Wait!"
Maou stared at her, mystified, with wide eyes. His thoughts raced, endlessly, through his mind, trying to understand the situation, trying to piece together her intentions...
"Earlier, you hated the idea of being seen naked..." He mused, observing, contemplative, approaching her a bit and touching the bridge of his nose. "And now, you want to take your clothes off?"
"Yes!" She managed, voice cracking a bit, unsteadily and shrill. She shifted in place, whining incoherently under her breath, and pulled her panties down lower along her legs, down her thighs; making sure to keep her sex covered by bending further over, to keep her modesty intact...
Maou was mesmerized by the movements of her body, by the shimmering of her brilliant hair, by her smell, by her eyes, as they flicked nervously away to the corners of the room; she wailed quietly, utterly miserable and unbearably embarrassed.
"You want to be naked, now... But you don't want me to take my pants off?" He managed, clueless, but piecing the puzzle together.
"T-That's right, Okay? That's what I said!" She snapped, heatedly, furiously crimson; glaring away, and then glaring at his stomach, at his perfectly toned abs. Maou waited, Stumped and wide eyed, desperate for the closeness of her body, but she didn't offer any further explanations. "Is that too much to ask-?!"
The king of Hell watched her, shaking his head slightly, at last. When she grumbled something, whimpering quietly, and tugged her panties further down, to her knees, he twitched.
"Why...?" He said, at last, overcome by burning curiosity.
She trembled, peeking up at his face for just an instant, bowlegged and shivering; bright red and Still bent provocatively over. The hero wailed something, incoherent, under her breath, alarmed, and glanced away again; Watching her was almost too much for him, her legs were just infinite, her legs went on forever, staggeringly sexy, all creamy thigh and slender calves... That, or her panties were just unusually small...
"W-Why? Why do you think, Maou!" She snapped, voice cracking and shrill; flushed and evidently uncomfortable, squirming. Emilia moved to continue covering her sex with crossed arms, and lowered herself a bit further, desperately. Maou twitched, slouching and leaning down into her, snickering, as she glanced up into his eyes, wildly and somewhat on tilt.
Their noses brushed gently, and, for a moment, brilliant sparks flew between them, time stopped... A flash of utter tension and passion; Emilia's breath caught suddenly in her breast, and she interrupted herself with a tiny gasp. Subtly furious and wildly delighted, and utterly, completely, head-over-heels in love, she could practically see the hearts forming in her eyes, despite herself...
They kissed, softly, sweetly and gently, and Emilia sighed against his lips; for a moment, the world was perfect.
Quivering, and shuddering in place, she floundered a bit, then, positioned very awkwardly, but, somehow, it just felt... Perfect. She rocked against him again, heat and love flooding her mind, as a blush darkened on her cheeks; still bowlegged, positioned tenuously between the couch armrest and the king of Hell, unstable and kissing him desperately, with her whole heart, as he poured his love and authority into her.
The Hero and the Demon King pulled apart only when the question of air became a concern, and Emilia gasped; squeaking, overcome and flushed, dizzy.
"I give up, Emilia." Maou grinned, wickedly, eyeing her and tilting his head back a bit, raising both hands up beside him, in surrender. "Tell me."
She met his eyes, faintly lightheaded, before briefly lowering herself down to the ground, squatting for just an instant, bright red, and rising back up again, wailing lowly; keeping her pussy carefully covered with both arms...
Her hips had seized his eyes like a magnet, her body was too much; surely her ass conformed to some heavenly angelic ideal, some flawless geometric equation designed by God to torment him with the perfect ass, like the Fibonacci sequence of rear ends... He could hardly think of anything else, she was just such a work of art, she was perfectly proportioned, even her modest breasts fit her perfectly, juggling lightly as she adjusted herself again, hanging her head a bit, furiously red and exhaling, chest heaving.
Her fingers tensed in the waistband of her panties, and she huffed, keeping them around her knees, completely unable to straighten her body, unable to expose herself to him...
"Because...moron, I-It's because..." She stammered, voice warbling a bit, high pitched and terrified. "Once your pants come off, you'll get right to work, won't you...!"
Maou paused for a moment, frozen, and then laughed; straightening up and shaking his head. "Ah..."
God, her face... She must have the most beautiful face of any woman to ever live, indescribably angelic and elegant, and her hair shimmered around her, like a blinding halo.
"Yeah." He conceded, smoothly, meeting her eyes, staring down at her as she whimpered, bowlegged, still bending suggestively over at the waist.
"I know!" She hissed, furiously red and panting, glaring down at her knees, where her panties still lingered... She clenched the thin, soaked fabric tighter in her fists. "Because you're an idiot! An idiot, And... And I still need to tell you…what you can do..."
She hesitated, trembling, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to control her breathing; almost hyperventilating, utterly furious with herself, utterly hating herself.
"W-What you can do for me." She repeated, breathless and flushed.
Maou twitched, eyes widening a bit, as a glimmer of understanding flickered through his expression. His eyes narrowed at her again, almost unable to believe it... She couldn't be...
But then again, she might be...
She certainly had taken her clothes off awfully fast...
And she was half angel, after all... The sight of her body, almost fully exposed, was hypnotizing... Her beauty was entirely inhuman...
Emilia tried to gather herself, she tried to control her body.
She knew what she had to do, she knew she had to stand up straight, but the thought of exposing herself to Maou, exposing her vagina to Maou, was too humiliating, and she couldn't budge an inch.
Maou! Show Maou?! She saw him every day!
The hero wailed something, haplessly, squeaking; frustrated and bright red, she could feel her face burning, she could feel the blush on her cheeks, and the heat in her body, in her breast, between her legs… Her thighs rubbed together, mindlessly. She knew she had to do it, she knew she had to get him to look at her sex, but Emi couldn't help thinking about what would happen tomorrow… And the next day, thinking that Maou would see her, naked, see her body, every day from here on out, in his memories...
There would be no going back, and there was no way to avoid it...
She could daze him, and maybe even secure their future together, by the time he got used to her angel's body, but...
How was she supposed to hate him, how was she supposed to argue with him, and look him in the eyes?
"Emilia…" Maou said, at last, sounding dazed and overcome, and unsure. His voice seemed to snap her out of a mortified trance, as the excitement she was feeling, despite herself, had overcome her, and the burning humiliation, mingling with the love and desire in her heart, was so addicting… She grit her teeth, still blushing violently, and forced herself upright, without even thinking about it, meeting his eyes.
Silence.
Silence, between them, and the suddenness, the abruptness of the silence was mind-blowing.
The raging storms of explosive passion and lust coiled up around them, tense, taught like a winding spring.
Emilia stared into his face, across into his eyes, unmoving. She was stock still, blinking, breath catching in her throat, and he stared back at her with wide eyes.
She was upright, now, leaning against the armrest, and she was naked. Her panties still hung around her knees, covering her modesty about as much as her shoes.
Furious heat swirled up into her breast and face. She watched him, and saw his eyes flicker down to her sex, to her exposed vagina.
The Hero screamed, positively screamed, at herself in her mind, utterly apoplectic with herself, but it was too late now, and she didn't even make an attempt to cover herself...
Maou just watched her, he stared at her, frozen; the instant he glanced down at her sex, his mind was wiped clean, wiped blank. Somehow, it was like she'd cast a spell on him, mesmerized him with her body, with her nudity…
Maybe it was the inhuman beauty of an angel that did it, he wondered, numbly, somewhere in the back of his mind; unable to tear his eyes away from her crotch.
Emilia couldn't move, burning humiliation raged and howled inside her, but, somewhere, deep inside her, she knew that this was what she wanted, what she needed to do…
The Hero could see that Maou was completely captivated by her nudity, and seemed blind and deaf to everything but her exposed body…
She was half angel, after all, and she had a feeling this might happen.
"Maou…" She managed to whisper, in a tiny, tentative voice, squeaking slightly; she shifted in place, awkwardly, bright crimson, with her panties shifting around her knees.
He twitched, blinking, and struggled for a moment, appearing to come to his senses. Even so, he visibly struggled, madly, for a moment, to tear his gaze away from her perfect body, from her crotch, up to her face.
"Maou… Can you hear me?" She offered, overwhelmed, furiously red; at last, covering her red face with both hands, her heart was slamming in her chest, and the thought of Maou looking at her nakedness was filling her mind… A terrible, thrilling delight was surging through her, a rush of exhilaration and adrenaline coursed her veins. Somehow, she was enjoying her own humiliation, now, despite herself, despite her unbelievable embarrassment, she found herself actually spreading her legs a bit; feeling his gaze scorch the exposed, vulnerable skin between her thighs.
The king of Hell took a shaky step back, eyes wide, once again unable to look away from her vagina… He saw her thighs shift, numbly, unable to think properly, and saw her spreading her legs even further, just a bit further…
Emilia wondered, for a moment, listlessly, blushing furiously, if it was too manipulative of her to rely on the power of an angel's body, which had always been known to captivate and overwhelm demons, even on Earth...
But she had no choice, she had to make sure they couldn't go back to hating each other, and she didn't put this plan together for nothing...
"I can…" He started, half-lamely, stunned; voice trembling and ringing with disbelief. "Yeah, I… Can hear you."
The Demon king affirmed, weakly, and managed to look her in the eyes again; beginning to feel some measure of thought and intelligence returning to him, slowly...
"Then… Maou, You can..." Emi said, at last, face burning up, looking poignantly away. Her voice was tiny and weak. Maou blinked. "You can marry me."
Ex-V: So, I added a bunch of stuff :0
Some of you will probably hate me forever, for dragging the lemon out even further, but I did add a BUNCH of stuff, so I hope it's worth it! It took me like an extra week to get it all written out, the story will be longer now, because of that!
For those of you that do just want me to hurry up and post the first lemon chapter, already, Don't worry! Even though I added all that extra stuff, The First lemon starts in the next chapter, instead of this one! Probably towards the end of the next chapter, once I get through with all my editing, I hope you don't hate me TOO much for the wait!
Also a neat little side note, when I was doing my research for this story, before I had even started writing it, I found out that in mythology, Demons have always been considered weak to the female body, and vaginas specifically! It's pretty interesting, and so I wanted to work that in. I figured an angels body would have to be more effective, right?
Let me know what you think, and I'll be eternally grateful!