Ex-V: Hey there! I've kept you waiting long enough, I think! Let's get started, Enjoy your stay at Bright Sunshine 6!

ChristophTheMad: I'm so glad to hear that you didn't mind the wait! I can't deny being happy that my tendency to drag out the lemons to occasionally unnecessarily absurd degrees didn't bother you, and, in fact, excited you even more! 90% story is a good number, I like it, and I'd like to imagine that I use that number liberally when designing my stories! Of course, there are a number of other lemons in this story, that will all appear in relatively short succession, but hey! It took a while to get to this point, so it's not entirely indefensible! Yes, I do certainly work for you all, I've always been at your service! And, in fact, I do get paid! Your support and kindness are all the pay I could ever want or need :D As you mentioned, the pervert in the club actually had a name, and the name was "Plot Device". That's "Device" as a given name, and "Plot" as a family name. It's so gratifying to hear that even something so contrived and obviously progression necessary was saved by my execution! As for the "BDSM", well, if you don't think it can be romantic, allow me to attempt to change your mind. Then again, what I have in mind isn't actually really "BDSM". It's pretty close, and I can't think of a better name for it, but, I suppose, you'll see! Although, I do think you might be surprised by the next few chapters, if you're expecting Maou to just have a ball dominating Emi. In fact...Well, I won't spoil anything for you! To be honest, I've always been a vanilla guy myself. Vanilla is by far my favorite smut archetype, and almost all of my work falls under the "Vanilla" or "Happy Sex" tags. I only ever really leave my Vanilla comfort zone to write Dominance and Submission, either Maledom or Femdom. Either way, You won't have to worry that the romance or fluff are going anywhere, romance and fluff are the only reason I'm invested in any type of fiction at all! I do promise, of course, to keep it up and continue working my hardest for you!

Resxct: Yes, thank you so much :D your kindness is eternally appreciated, I mean it! I did end up sleeping for fourteen hours (That's as long as I wrote Maou sleeping for after missing nearly two weeks of deep restful sleep!) And spending some time re-writing one of my template pieces for use in this fandom, which I also posted, before getting to updating this story, so it took a little longer than I intended, But I got there! :D

xxxDreamingFlowerxxx: It's my pleasure :D Right?! It's pretty awful how guys can be so creepy and offensive. Well, that guy got what was coming to him, anyway! Aren't you also glad that Emi got some food in her? Hopefully she'll be more careful in the future! Ahahahah. Writer God, huh? Yes, I promise, I did have SO Much fun writing this lemon, and the I'm SO excited to write the next few lemons too...Oh yes, I'm actually pretty bad at keeping my sleeping and eating habits straight! I get really sidetracked, because I work for my mother's publishing company as an editor, and she keeps me busy, on top of my Fanfiction writing and Medical School responsibilities! I'm so glad you were willing to wait for the first lemon, I'll hope to make you happy with it! As for the fandom, don't worry! I've promised that I would, personally, fill this fandom with Maou and Emi stories, until it has more than A Thousand stories! You can take my word for it! And you know, I know how much it means to me that you support me, and I'm sure many other authors feel the same way! Thank so you much, again! :D

MyFangirlingWays: I'm sooo sorrrryyy! I'm SO sorry, I made you wait! Forgive me! Here's that lemon, I hope it makes up for it! I tried to upload one of my earlier template stories to this fandom, one of the ones I just rewrote today, to attempt and make up for the wait! On another note, hearing you say that you love my work is worth the world to me :D Right?! That guy was just a creep. That's totally unacceptable! Since you asked, I'll send a Maou off to you right away, my treat! As a matter of fact, Maou didn't teleport them straight into the apartment BECAUSE of that kiss! At least from an Author's, writer's perspective :D I guess, as far as the in-story cannon is concerned, he didn't teleport her inside right away because he wanted to be smooth with the umbrella?! :D Here you are, here's that next chapter for you! I hope you like it, try to do that for me :D

Reiuji: One more chapter! And you know what, look! You did it, you did me a HUGE favor and waited one more chapter, and here it is! :D I really appreciate it! Thank you SO Much! I hope you like it :D Yes, if you liked the Demon Queen thing, you'll like the coming few chapters quite a lot, I hope :D As for the Demon Form...Well, my lips are sealed, but sit tight! :)

NARYU: Yes, about "Habit", it's on my short list to update! I've been working on the second and third chapters of "Habit" for quite a while now, and I'll post them as soon as finish, in the next few days! Sit tight, and keep and eye out for me :D

Naruto Dragneel Kurosaki: I'm so glad you liked it :D I had a ton of fun writing it, you know! I hope you like this chapter too :)

StarBoardDream: :D I see, I see what I've done! I do try to fit as much humor into my stories as I can, so I'm delighted to see that I was able to cram a decent amount of humor into that chapter, to make up for the long wait for the first lemon! Thank you so much! :D

Coldwire: I'm so happy to hear that you think so! :D I'll keep doing my best for you, and, meanwhile, here's that first lemon, that everyone was so patient in waiting for!

Thank you all SO much!

Thank you all SO MUCH for being such wonderful readers and supporters, it means the world to me, and you all waited SO MUCH more patiently than I told you there was any reason to! Thank you so much for that!

I hope you like it!

A brief moment of silence.

Emi staggered back, looking around, flushed, and, heart hammering, feeling heat swell up in her, fear fill her, glowing red, saw his hunger for her fill his eyes, as he took a step towards her.

And then she watched him, incredulous, for a moment, eyes wide, as he stretched his arms and back. "What are you stretching for-?!" She shrieked, flushed, scarlet red, feeling very much like she already knew the answer. Her heart slammed in her chest, body heating up.

He grinned villainously at her, eyes glinting. "You should do some warm-ups too. Maybe touch your toes, do a split-"

She squealed, radiantly red, and tried to punch him, but he was lightning quick, weaving in between her arms, under, and to the side of, her fist; He grabbed her leg, when she tried to kick him, panicked, and picked her up off the ground, moving invisibly fast, slamming her backwards down into the couch, as she yelped, furiously red, feeling the heat in her body grow unbearable…

"Y-you-!" She gasped, heart hammering, feeling him hold her down, looking up into his grinning face, into his smirking eyes. Emi could feel the need in her body, the burning heat of being held down by Maou, the addicting pleasure and shame, her mingling desire, her furious passion, she was really being held down by Maou, he was going to… "You're…! Now-?!"

"I can't waste this opportunity-" He laughed, grabbing her legs in his hands, lifting them up, spreading her legs.

Somehow, Emi was even more humiliated by the fact that he had placed her into the missionary position while her jeans and clothes were still on. "O-Opportunity-?!" She squeaked, feeling his touch light fires all along her, every nerve in her body lighting up. The heat was electric, it was overwhelming, her body was growing restless, her legs were shaking slightly in his hands…Her heartbeat strained, her thoughts swirled.

"That's right. Let's hurry up, so I can to take your virginity, while you're still mad at me-" He grinned, and she hissed, bright red, covering her face with both hands, conflicting feelings throbbing inside her…Somehow, somehow, having him spread her legs, holding her legs up, while her jeans were still on…The humiliation, the buzzing shame and desire filled her, and she saw him rip his shirt off in one hand, felt him set his erection between her legs. Even through her jeans, and his pants, it sent overwhelming waves of pleasure and heat through her, and she gasped, squeaking, trembling, as her body screamed for him, lighting up, heating up, electricity coursing through her…Some incredible, unbelievable sensation shot through her body…

"T-Too bad-" She panted, a moment later, struggling to keep her thoughts straight, eyes downcast, furiously red, for a moment, before she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, quivering slightly, defiantly, grinning. "Sucks to be you. You'll t-take my virginity, but I'm…"

She trailed off, squeaking, helplessly, panting, flushed, as Maou yanked her jeans down, pulling them off her, before lifting her legs again.

"I-I'm going to love you the whole time, and not be mad-" She tried to keep her eyes proud and defiant, as she looked up at him, stammering, bright red, but he set his hand between her legs, manipulating her through her panties, thumbing her clit; she gasped, screeching, heart hammering violently inside her.

"Curses-" He grinned, wickedly, eyes narrowing playfully, staring down into her face. "Foiled again."

Somehow, talking to him, while his hand rubbed against her vagina, was too overwhelming. She squealed, radiantly red, breathless, covering her face with both hands again. "Kill me, kill me kill me kill me-!".

"Oh, Emilia…" Maou laughed, rising up, to his full height, unbuttoning his pants, looking away, smugly, glinting eyes calmly shut. "You don't know how long I've waited for this. You'll be lucky to survive-"

She could feel that unreal, unbelievable sensation boiling up inside her, filling her, setting her heartbeat racing wildly, her thoughts swirled, the shame and humiliation in her matched by unadulterated desire and passion, by the overflowing feelings in her body; the heat in her face, between her legs, was too much, she felt like her heart was about to explode, steaming red, every touch of his sent shivers through her body, down her spine.

Her body was on fire, she was gasping, panting, finding only shallow breaths, too humiliated, mind screaming, outrageously red, feeling waves of unbelievable pleasure and desire rip through her, as he teased her, teasing the soft skin between her legs, stroking her, rubbing her inner thighs, and the heat rocked her body to the core, as she trembled, in his hands, electricity in her every nerve…That same undeniable, swelling sensation from before threatened to spill through her body, as she shook, violently, on the verge, as his long, nimble fingers danced between her legs, pressing on her soaked panties. "A-hhh-!"

The king of Demons stripped her panties off, and drew his length out of his pants, grinning villainously, setting it against her entrance, pressing it against her, forcefully, but not piercing her.

She screamed, rocked by waves of roiling pleasure, at the breaking point, her body jerked back, around, in place, her mind went blank for a moment, white-hot passion surging through her, rippling through her, as she shuddered, almost climaxing already, from the feeling of his length pressing against her.

Her vision blurred, when she opened her eyelids again, tears welling up in her eyes, panting, gasping, unable to find breath, and, when she realized she could hear, she realized Maou was laughing.

He was laughing, Maou laughed, and her eyes cleared, and she could see him, howling laughing, covering his eyes, neck thrown back. She flushed, too sensitive, too vulnerable, feeling his laughter, feeling his triumph, and she squeaked, protesting, helplessly, very aware that she had almost climaxed from just the feeling of the tip of his manhood pressing against her; horrified, she felt his voice in her body, the fire and restlessness in her body was too intense, the passions swelling up in her were too intense, she couldn't possibly handle any more, and even his voice seemed to be penetrating her, taking her, fucking her. She could feel his voice, deep inside her, bright red, heart hammering, as if he was fucking her pride with his victorious laughter.

When his laughter died down, and he met her eyes again, leaning down over her, grinning wickedly, she just whimpered, panting, flushed, feeling extraordinarily helpless, naked, under him, thankful that she at least still had her breasts covered, her small breasts…God forbid he see those…

Somehow, even his eyes seemed to be fucking her…she could feel him, boiling red, she could feel his eyes, as she trembled under him, too sensitive, overcome, terrified that she really would find herself spiraling over the edge of unstoppable orgasm if he touched her again.

"Say my name, Emilia."

She froze, heart skipping a beat, as it pounded violently inside her.

Unbelievable heat filled her face and body, steaming red, as she squeaked, quietly, looking up at him, unable to glance away from his eyes. She knew obeying him, she knew doing as he commanded would mean submitting to him, and he knew it, he knew she knew it; She quivered, eyes wide, as the outrageous shame and humiliation surged through her, she couldn't handle it, submitting to Maou, to Maou, right here, right now, in this position, as her body trembled, overflowing with desire and need, panting, gasping, breathing shallowly, would be too much for her, she couldn't take it, Submitting to Maou, obeying Maou would be too humiliating, the humiliation, the shame, of being Emilia, being the Hero, being dominated by Maou…

She had already opened her mouth to speak by the time she realized it was too late, she wanted to obey, she wanted to submit, she wanted him to know she was submitting, she was already addicted to the feelings of unbelievable shame and desire, she even wanted him to lord it over her, because that shame would be too delicious, too overwhelming.

Her body couldn't take it, she could barely speak, she shivered, feeling hot electricity in every nerve, feeling like she was about to fall from a tall cliff, heartbeat thudding violently inside her, as she met his eyes again.

"M-Maou-" She managed to breathe, choking, bright red, overcome by the furious shame and humiliation, that boiled up inside her, as she spoke, eyes locked on his, and her body hummed, shuddering, climax welling up in her hips, from the pure heat of her shame, and before she had even finished pronouncing his name, he set his hand on her collarbone, grinning, and drove his manhood into her, piercing her hymen, in a single, deep, wide stroke, slamming viciously up into the mouth of her womb.

She screeched, body convulsing violently, wracking spasms surging through her, back arching, hips driving into him, Rocked by explosive, orgasmic heat, Searing waves of white-hot pleasure ripping through her, painful, her mind was wiped blank, passion bursting through her, inside her, as she screamed, wringing, orgasmic shrieks, body shuddering through a climax that had been building all night.

Maou Held her, tightly, grinning, as her body calmed itself, slowly, after a moment, still trembling violently, and she sobbed, in his arms, mind swirling, thoughts swirling uselessly, panting, gasping, breathlessly.

Maou kept her pressed tightly against him, holding her, still all the way inside her, as she shivered, quieting down, until her whimpering, shallow breaths calmed themselves.

Silence.

Emilia struggled to speak, she tried to open her mouth, tried to move, but found she couldn't budge an inch without his length, inside her, grinding into her deepest parts, and she squealed, flushed, sweating, as he moved, driving his manhood up into her G-Spot. Her body shook, still convulsing, weakly, in his arms.

"Auuuu-" She managed to verbalize only a ringing, mewling squeak.

Emi tried to adjust herself, on the couch, tried to sit up, grab the couch, for stability, to re-position herself, so that she could balance herself, but her body was too sensitive, too vulnerable, every inch she moved shifted his length inside her, and it felt like he was raining violent sparks onto her exposed body, and she shrieked, breathless, panting, helpless. He stalled in place, above her, for long enough that she could form a conscious thought, and she groaned, moaning, voice extremely tight and high pitched, realizing that she was functionally immobile, unable to move herself, unable to use her body in any meaningful way; she was just lying there, unstable, with no stability or balance, helpless, in his hands, and the feeling of his length inside her, throbbing, huge, pulsing, spreading her open, was overwhelming…

The heat in her was unimaginable, the humiliation burned, and it felt so good, her body was positively humming, heart slamming inside her chest, the helplessness was so disturbing and distressing, and shameful, for the hero, that it almost made her come again, she could feel him begin to move inside her, just a bit, and squealed, breathless, feeling him grind into her, against the mouth of her womb, walls twitching and convulsing around his length, her body panicking, and she was completely addicted to the conflicting feelings dancing in her chest.

He smiled wickedly, eyes glinting, and through her teary eyes she met his gaze, and squeaked, flushed red, bright crimson, heart hammering. Maou leaned down towards her, to her ear, and whispered. "One shot, one kill."

She squealed, yelping, steaming red, covering her face with both hands, horrified, mind screaming, heart singing, feeling extremely conquered. She still could not speak, she could say nothing coherent, and couldn't move or position herself at all; she felt like she was floating, helpless, suspended in a web of tingling, white-hot pleasure, and Maou kissed her, brushing his lips against hers, she moaned, gasping, as his movement caused his length to grind inside her.

"Say something, Emilia." He grinned, teasing her.

She sighed, radiantly red, hapless, and realized she was going to obey, she was going to speak, because her body was craving the perverse rush of being dominated by Maou. "I…I'm going to kill you-"

Maou laughed, and she flushed, breathless, heart hammering, heat swimming in her head, in her body, looking sourly away.

"I love you, Emilia-" He promised, shaking slightly, smiling down at her, setting his forehead down on hers, lost in her, in her body, in her smell, the smell of her hair, the smell of her sweat. "Emilia."

"You…" She managed, crying, softly, blinking her tears away, as they ran in streams down her cheeks. Some strange, convoluted mix of affection and torment raged inside her. She loved him, and Most of her wanted to scream about how much she hated him. "I l-love you-"

The king of Demons held her body, held her down, and she felt the stability of his strength, furiously red, pulsing heat surging through her, feeling the addicting shame of being held down in Maou's embrace, feeling herself, pinned under him, as he began to move, slowly at first, and the grinding of him inside her forced a gasp and whining moan from her.

"Wu-" she begged, whining, winded, breathing raggedly, unable to keep her eyes open, as he ramped the ferocity up, sliding down inside her. "I-"

Maou shook his head, twitching, feeling fire in his body, grinning faintly, and as he slammed himself back up into her, had to grit his teeth, to hang on, to avoid climaxing himself.

"Un-!" She squealed, as he drilled into her, "A-Ahhhh-!"

His muscles strained, and he raised himself up, raising her legs again, and slammed into her body, picking the pace up.

"M-MA-AHHHHHH-!" She shrieked, as his deep strokes railed into her, viciously.

She howled, desperately, panting, neck thrown back, feeling him throb inside her, feeling him strike her womb, as he leaned over her, hand coming down on her chest, eyes momentarily downcast.

"My name." He whispered, to her, grinning, looking back up at her, meeting her eyes, swollen with exertion, veins pulsing in his arms and chest, as a bead of sweat rolled down his face.

"MA-AOUU-!" She cried, explosive passion and heat in her, neck twisting, as he drilled into her, and he held her, tightly, in his arms, setting his head down on her collarbone, driving into her.

Emi sobbed, gasping, and her arms wound themselves around him, around his neck.

He raised his head, slamming into her, all the way in, and, sinking his teeth into her neck, she screamed, as blood dripped from his lips. Her fingers dug themselves into his back, nails shredding his skin, and blood poured down him. He laughed, and continued to drill into her, merciless.

Maou picked her legs up, again, in his hands, grinning, drawing himself back up, as her back arched, panting, and she whimpered, breathless, bright red, eyes shutting, turning her head; Maou took his middle finger, wiping her tears with it, wiping the sweat from her brow, and pressed it into her asshole, jabbing it into her, driving it into her, and she yelped, squealing, furiously red, eyes snapping back open, twisting around, as he slammed his length to the mouth of her womb.

"M-Maouu-!" She shrieked, covering her brilliantly red face with both hands, burning heat surging through her, feeling his throbbing length, driving inside her, grinding into her, and his finger in her ass, as Maou struck deep inside her again, leaning over her, eyes flashing, smiling viciously, meeting her gaze; she squeaked, breathless, as he rammed into her again, and pressed his finger deeper into her, all at once, and the feeling of him, inside her, in her ass, brought her violently, sobbing, over the edge of orgasm again. "AaAAAAAaAaaaaA-AaaAh-"

He didn't spare her, even for a moment, and she just screamed, in his embrace, weeping, on the couch. Maou did, however, take a moment to feel slightly bad for their neighbors.

"W-Whyyyyy-" She sobbed, steaming red, as Maou turned her, on the couch, grinning viciously, sliding her onto her side, positioning her, and she tugged her knees up to her chest.

Ex-V: Did you have fun? Did you like it? I really hope so!

Yes, That was certainly a chapter full of certain words! The next few chapters may surprise you, though, so be warned! :D

See you in the next chapter, sometime tomorrow!