Ex-V: Hey there! Let me just start by saying that This story has been incredibly fun to write :D
Arwin: I'm so glad to hear that you like it! :D As you requested, here is more! But let me warn you in advance, if you're feeling Emi's shame, these next few chapters are going to be pretty hard on you :)
xxxDreamingFlowerxxx: Oh, I'm so delighted to hear that! I'm incredibly sorry about the wait, But I have the next two chapters basically done already, and you won't have to wait much longer for much more of this story! Believe me, I understand being a detail maniac! That one hits really close to home! And just as you've said, I've been positively DYING to write this first lemon, and to be honest, I've been dying to write all the other lemons as well! It's been killing me! Yes, Maou was relatively impressive, wasn't he? For as unorthodox as Maou and Emi's relationship is, I guess I'm not surprised! Neither he nor Emi get to have any pride any more :) I hope you like the next few chapters!
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ChristophTheMad: I'm so happy to hear that :) Naturally, naturally! I'm really glad to hear it! As for drawing out the Lemon, oh yes. I do have a world of fun doing that... :D You've waited long and patiently, though! As for finding out what's going through Maou's head, oh yes...Yes, you will indeed. Sit tight for me, and I'll be eternally grateful! :D
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Imyoshi: It's exactly as you say :D
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Guest: Forgive mee! I'm so sorrrryy! I didn't mean to fake you out, I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?
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Welcome to Sunshine 5, where things get REALLY bright! From here on, you're in "Bright Sunshine" territory!
I hope you like it :D
Eleven thirty PM, and neither of them knew it.
After dancing, tightly intertwined, together, bodies pressed against one another, highly aroused, to the melodic thuds of the pulsing music for three hours, Maou and Emi were still grinding; Emi rubbed herself on him, sweating, eyes shut, hair whipping about, feet twirling gracefully back and forth, in a flurry, following him, following his motions. Her back was pressed against his stomach and chest, and her hips stayed against his length, as she wiggled her ass on him, lost in the music, lost in the song, lost in the heat between them, the silent passion between them.
Breathing heavily, with beads of sweat dripping down her face, and flush with the exertion of their endless, exhausting dance, Emi realized she had become extremely dizzy, somehow, and almost tripped, almost fell over completely, lightheaded.
Her mouth opened, gasping, but Maou's swift, firm hands had steadied her, not a moment later, and she was back upright, on her feet.
They had paused, however, the rythym broken, and Emi was sorely disappointed, her body glowing, heartbeat thudding in her chest, bright red, already desperately longing for the closeness of his body, and the contact they'd been sharing for upwards of three hours now.
"Emilia." Maou's voice was concerned, and she looked at him, into his eyes, trembling, still feeling slightly dazed.
"I'm…I-I'm fine-" She lied, one hand coming up to hold her head, feeling unquestionably feverish, and generally not fine. What's happening-?
Maou's eyes communicated paragraphs of information to her, as they shared a long look; She felt so intimately connected to him, her body was aching for him, and her mind was too. Slightly worried, but slightly amused, he grinned. "Dehydration? I'm going to get you some water, wait here."
She opened her mouth to respond, but failed to speak, and he winked at her, waving, wandering off, off the dance floor, leaving her alone, in the crowd, full of people, full of flashing, pulsing lights. She breathed deeply, trying to center herself, but being alone on the dancefloor, where she felt infinitely less comfortable without Maou, wasn't helping.
As she watched him go, she saw the crowd part before him, out of his path, warping around him, as everyone still seemed utterly in awe of him, somehow, despite carrying on with their flurried dancing and heated conversations.
"Hey, girl-" She heard a voice, that snapped her out of something resembling a stupor, as she watched Maou make his way to the Bar, where the bartender immediately dropped the conversation he was having and cups he was washing to attend to the king of Demons; Like everyone else, the bartender seemed to worship the very ground Maou walked on.
Emi turned, hesitantly, entirely uncomfortable with the intruding stranger's tone, and when she faced him, she was looking at a creepy, slightly disheveled older man.
He looked way too old to be clubbing, maybe forty, and had stepped far too close to the Hero, with a sick, drunken stare clinging to her. She took a halfway disgusted step back, despite wishing to be cordial; She was still slightly fuzzy, and not happy about this older man's obvious attempts at approaching her. "Can I help you-?"
Emilia was suddenly aware that Maou was probably listening in; She could feel his eyes on her, she could almost feel his gaze, as he watched her, out of the corner of his eyes.
"You're looking good, hun-" The creepy drunk grunted, and a strong stench of liquor invaded her perception. She groaned, taking another step back.
Emi, just as she opened her mouth to respond, realized Maou would hear anything she said, and shut her jaw again, clenching it tightly shut, blushing faintly, trying to think of something she could say to lose this guy without saying she was here with her husband.
"How about you dance on me for a bit-" He took another step towards her, however, eyes wandering along her body, and she shuddered, too dizzy and creeped out to put up with the drunk a single moment longer.
"I'm married, okay?" She hissed, turning away, crossing her arms, flushed. She could practically hear Maou's smug, self-satisfied smirk. "I'm here with my husband-"
The drunk man's eyes narrowed, suspicious, not buying her claims for a second, and Emi noticed him very distinctly glare down at the Engagement ring on her finger, and she cursed him. Not quite drunk enough to be entirely stupid, huh- She thought, incredibly annoyed.
"That's an engagement ring, not a wedding bangle-" The drunk droned, unimpressed, and every second Emi had to put up with this man's attention just made her more desperate to see Maou again, to be with Maou again, for him to stand beside her again, touch her again, speak to her again…
She realized, almost horrified, internally, face heating up, that this man probably wasn't actually such an awful person, but her absurd infatuation with Maou was causing her to see every other man as filthy, vile and disgusting. After hearing Maou's suave, charismatic tones for so long, which had become like honey to her ears, every other man's voice was like a dry sawblade scraping against living bone, grating and almost painful, especially this drunken slob…After looking at Maou's oppressively handsome face for so long, looking into his grinning, calculating eyes, which made her heart throb, every other man's face was like a twisted, grotesque mask, especially this creepy, disheveled pervert…
Emi was momentarily overcome by this revelation, and her heart raced inside her; turning her gaze back to the creepy, almost misshapen looking creep, she forgot entirely that Maou was listening in. "Our…Our bond can't be expressed by cheap minerals like gold." She snapped, arms crossed tightly on her chest, in as defensive a posture as she could muster. "I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand our love-"
The drunk growled, clearly aggravated, and took a step closer to her again, stopping just outside her arms reach, and when she moved, disturbed, to back up again, she realized she couldn't move any further away without stumbling into a crowd of grinding dancers.
"Oh really? I bet this husband of yours can't satisfy you like I could-" The drunk grinned, sloppily, and Emi shivered, disgust welling up insider her. "I bet you're lying, I bet he's not even here."
She whirled around, instantly, highly annoyed, too lightheaded to remember that Maou was listening in, and Pointed towards the king of Demons, vindictively, somewhat proudly, sniffing, shutting her eyes. "He's right there, actually."
The drunk took a small step back, when he followed her finger, as his eyes came to rest on the king of hell. When she cracked one eye open, to appraise the creep, she saw that he appeared to be struggling with the strange influence Maou's overflowing demonic power was exerting on everyone in the club; The drunk crossed his own arms, struggling to fight the urge to be in awe of the Demon king.
"That's him…?" The creep frowned, slowly losing his cool. "Is he a movie star or something-?"
She almost laughed. "He might look perfect, but he's actually evil-" She began to say, before choking on her words, glowing red, heat rushing into her cheeks, as she remembered that he was listening in, and had certainly heard her.
In the distance, she heard the sound of his laughter, and squeaked, blushing furiously.
Emi realized only too late that she'd given this creep the wrong impression, and had dropped her guard, flustered, as a result of recalling that Maou had heard her call him perfect.
She saw it all happen in slow motion; The drunken creep, eyebrow rising, hearing her call Maou evil, said "I'll treat you right-" and stepped into her personal space; she was distracted by her pounding heartbeat and Maou's distant laughter, and she didn't move in time, still slightly weak on her feet, dizzy.
The drunk reached out, to grab her ass, and Maou was there instantly, eyes flashing a vicious red, swirls of demonic power raging up around him; The king of hell snapped his hand onto the drunk's outstretched palm, crushing it instantly in a vice grip, holding it in place, inches from Emi's ass, preventing it from moving any further towards her.
The drunk screamed, and the club went silent, as Maou crushed the man's hand, eyes wide, bright red, glaring sadistically at the drunk. His lips were no longer smiling, or smirking.
Emi swayed slightly in place; somehow, seeing Maou, appear in front of her, and seeing the vicious, hateful look in his eyes, was making her feel even more dizzy and feverish. Her pulse pounded in her temples, as Maou opened his mouth, furious, as if to speak, but said nothing. The King of hell twisted the man's wrist, snapping it like a twig, and the drunk dropped to his feet, screaming. Maou shut his mouth again.
Emi trembled, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on them, in the silence, as the only sound was drunken crying and the cracking of shattered bones.
"I want you to really understand what you almost just did." Maou whispered, at last, voice deadly, like poison. The king of Hell tightened his grip, and blood dripped from between his fingers, along with tiny white shards of splintered bone.
Emi tried to speak, afraid that Maou would take this man's life, but almost fell over, knees shaking. She clutched the demon lord's shirt for support, and that seemed to snap him back into reality.
Maou looked around, for a moment, Eyes wide, before staring down at the drunk, on the floor. He let the man's hand go, and pointed, wordless, at the mangled, gnarled wreck of blood and bone, sinew and tendon. The drunk seemed unable to speak or even cry. A glowing magic light engulfed the drunk, and his hand was repaired, almost instantly.
Emi, on the verge of collapse, met Maou's eyes, gratefully, glad to see him fix the damage he'd caused, as he led her back outside, speechless.
The king of hell walked her around the corner, supporting her weight, and set her down on a park bench, carefully. When she saw his eyes, she saw terror and regret in his face. "Emi…" He managed, bewildered. "I'm so sorry…I should never have-"
"Moron-" She was just happy to see him, to have him with her, to feel his hands against her body, still lightheaded. "You didn't even bring me any water-"
He paused, for a moment, and laughed, regretfully, running a hand through his hair. "I can't believe it..."
A moment of silence. Emi felt herself growing unstable, even sitting up on the park bench, dazed. She swayed, slightly, and Maou grabbed her, setting a hand under her legs, and a hand at her back, lifting her bodily, and carried her, bridal style, to a flat, wooden fence post, despite her vehement protests.
"You barely touched your salad." Maou grinned, faintly, cursing himself for not realizing it sooner. "When was the last time you ate a full meal?"
Emi tilted her head, in his arms, thoughts swimming, feeling extraordinarily weak, and slightly unhappy about the waves of pleasure building in her, feeling herself in his arms, being cradled there. "Oh…."
Maou's eyes shut, caught between a grin and a grimace. He lifted her higher, sitting her upright on the fencepost, and turned his body, taking her onto his back, carrying her off, piggyback style.
She squeaked, quietly, gasping a bit, bright red, extraordinarily displeased, thoughts still swimming. "It's…It's been a while." She admitted, eyes drifting closed, thinking, ashamed, of her two weeks in solitude, hiding away in her apartment. She'd barely eaten that whole time, and couldn't actually remember the last good meal she'd…
Maou interrupted her train of thought by teleporting, instantly, and when she looked up, the were standing outside a closed supermarket. Maou teleported again, and they were inside, in the darkened grocery store, in between two isles of boxed food, pastries, bread.
The king of demons set her down, and she sniffed, huffing, leaning back against the rows of food. "Trespassing?"
He laughed. "I don't want to hear it."
Maou shoved a box of pastries in her face, and some bread, teleporting away for a moment, only to reappear, a moment later, with butter and deli meat.
Emi crossed her arms, still dizzy, turning her nose up at the food, eyes defiantly shut. "Stealing?"
Maou grinned, veins throbbing in his forehead. "Eat."
After a moment, reluctantly, she cracked one eye open, honestly famished, and opened the box of pastries, stuffing a handful into her mouth, chewing gratefully. "You better pay for these-" She mumbled, mouth full, crumbs dropping into her lap, as he grinned at her, leaning on a shelf, crossing his arms.
Silence, as Emi chewed, and swallowed, feeling better already, feeling strength return to her body, as she ate, nibbling on some bread, slightly self-conscious, seeing Maou watch her so carefully.
"How do you feel?" He asked at last, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Annoyed." She snapped, slightly red, turning half-away from him, completely restored, back to full strength. "That was all your fault-!"
He seemed to consider this, before acknowledging it. She saw another strange conflict in his eyes, for a moment, between some strange sadness and his regular, calm confidence. No sign of the hungry predator from before, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered, half hoping that his ravenous predatorial instinct would return, and he'd jump on her.
She shook her head, flushed, heartbeat accelerating, and stuffed another handful of pastries into her mouth. Maou seemed to return to his usual, charismatic self, even as she watched him.
She stopped chewing, seeing his smug smirk. She swallowed the food in her mouth, before her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What-?"
He laughed, shaking his head, saying nothing, sliding down to the ground, sitting crosslegged across from her.
"What's so funny-!" she snapped, rising to her feet, clenching her fist, holding it out, threateningly at him, feeling empowered by the nutrients in her, no longer dizzy or weak.
He just grinned wickedly, meeting her eyes. "Emilia, the righteous hero of Ente isla, sure knows how to wiggle her ass."
Emi shrieked, furiously red, heartbeat hammering, and he leaned subtly out of the way of her kick; her foot connected instead with the shelf behind him, toppling the entire thing over backwards, spilling food and cans, boxes and bottles all over the place.
Maou chuckled, rising to his feet, and waved his hand; a throbbing pulse of demonic power rippled through the air around them, and the shelf raised itself back up, all it's contents flying back up on the shelf, as if it were never disturbed, and Emi huffed, still slightly red, heat in her body, thinking of the hours they'd spent dancing together, the hours she'd spent grinding her ass on his erection...
"I'm glad to see you have your strength back." He grinned at her, turning slightly away, before grabbing her hand, and teleporting them back outside. When Emi looked around, she realized they were around the block from their apartment.
Her heartbeat accelerated, as he let her hand go, and made to walk away, ahead of her, towards their flat.
She paused, frozen in place, for a moment, heartbeat racing inside her, breath catching insider her, before shuffling back over to him, catching up to him, matching his striding pace.
He said nothing, just looking straight ahead, the ghost of a smile playing along his lips, and she watched his face, blushing faintly, for a moment, before looking poignantly, sourly away, reaching out with her hand, hoping he'd take the hint and hold her hand again.
He did.
"So…Besides listening in on conversations happening across crowded nightclubs-" She ventured, still slightly red, unwilling to meet his eyes anymore, now that she had gone out of her way to hold his hand. "Do you have any other hidden talents I don't know about?"
He grinned wickedly, and met her eyes, when she peered over at him. "Wait and see."
She squeaked, flushed, glowing bright red, heartbeat accelerating. She stomped on his foot, and looked away again, trembling slightly. She could see that hungry predator rising in his eyes once again, in her peripherals, and shivered, subtly, heat rising in her body and face.
She hissed, quietly, extremely embarrassed. "Y-You think you're perfect, don't you-"
"It's certainly true that one of us seems to think I'm perfect-" His eyes narrowed, villainously, smug.
She yelped, furiously red, steaming, and tried to punch him; Maou stepped calmly out of the way of her fist.
A moment of silence.
"We...We don't have a normal relationship…" Emi managed to whisper, after a moment, tugging her hair with her free hand, nervously, slightly red. "You know that, right?"
He laughed. "Because our bond can't be expressed in cheap minerals like gold-?"
She choked, furiously crimson, and squeezed his hand as tightly as she could, hoping to hurt him. "F-Fuck yourself-!"
"Emilia." Maou turned to her, eyes glinting, softly. "…I may be evil, I may hate you, and get off on your suffering…"
He trailed off, for a moment, and her eyebrows rose, slowly, veins throbbing in her forehead.
"But I love you, Emi. I love you so much, it really hurts." He met her eyes, and she felt the breath catch in her throat, heartbeat racing, heat rising in her face. "All my feelings are tied to you, now. Loving you is all I have."
She stopped, in her tracks, in place, even as he kept walking, another few steps, surprised. She refused to budge, looking down at her toes, eyes downcast, face glowing red.
After a moment, she looked up, pulse hammering in her temples, feelings swirling inside her, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, feeling very much like she had to say something to him, something, to express herself…
"I'm in love with you…" She managed, voice small. "I love you a lot."
Silence.
"I love you more than you love me, I bet-" She stammered, trying to outdo him, flushed.
Emi looked at his face, heat in her body, still holding his hand tightly, as his eyes widened, and she just marveled at him, at his face, at who he was, at everything about him, at the strength of her feelings for him. "I'm in love with you-" she whispered, voice hardening, determined, after a moment. "I hate you, and I'm really unhappy with the things my feelings are making me think, but…"
"It shouldn't be possible for anyone to love anything the way I love you-"
She trailed off, helplessly, feeling her heart slam in her chest, reaching out for him with her other hand, stepping closer to him, as he took a step towards her.
Emi felt a drop of rain on her outstretched hand.
Maou vanished, teleporting off, only to return within the same heartbeat, holding an umbrella, which he opened, and pulled her under, standing beneath it with her.
They just stood there, Hero and Satan, in silence, for a moment, pressed tightly together, under the umbrella, as the rain picked up, and the sounds of raindrops on the fabric above them almost seemed to produce a calming, pleasant hum.
She stared up into his face, slightly red, eyes wide, as he grinned, faintly.
"Y-you're stupid-" She tried to hiss, and ended up stammering impotently.
Their lips met, gently, softly, under the umbrella, and Maou wrapped his arms around her, feeling her tiny breaths on him, warm, that threatened to drive him mad.
She was like a flame in his arms, like a fire, that he was holding, embracing, her lips like the sweetest nectar, her skin like wet silk, as their lips met again, pausing together.
Maou teleported them, a moment later, still under the umbrella, out of the rain, into their apartment, into their living room.
Ex-V: Please don't kill me !
One more chapter, one more guys! Just wait one more chapter, I swear, I really swear, I mean it, on my honor as a writer, the next chapter is the first Lemon in the series, okay?! I had to do a ton of re-writes, and re-assembled the next two chapters basically from the ground up! Please, please forgive me! Just sit tight for one more chapter, and don't killl meeeee, I promise to Post the next chapter first thing in the morning, I only have about an hour of finishing touches to put on it, to polish it up, but I'm too tired to do them now, I've been up for two days, and doing these re-writes has forced me to write nonstop for the past six hours! I'm just going to sleep, and right when I wake up, I'll put the finishing touches on it, and post the first lemon chapter, I swear it, I really will! I promise not to take another whole day to update this story, you've all waited so patiently, and you've waited long enough! I have a tendency to really, REALLY drag out the buildup to the lemons, to really make the characters work for it, to make it feel like they've earned it, and I swear, I swear, I meant to write the lemon into this chapter, I'm just about to collapse, and I can't work any more X0 I have to post the lemon in the next chapter! I don't want to compromise the quality of the piece, it's very important to the story, and I don't want to post it without editing it properly, and this is far as I got in my editing tonight before my eyes just couldn't stay open anymore! Please don't be mad, Please, I give you my word!