Hello all. I'm still alive (barely) and it has come to my attention that people actually like this story and want more of it. I'm sorry to say that my little PWP has grown a plot, and I am delighted to say that I will be continuing it. If anyone has any suggestions of how they want this story to go, I will be tickled pink to hear about it. For now, it's sort of just writing itself. More AN at the end if you actually want to read what I have to say. But for now, enjoy!
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"Mother." The three men croaked out together, looking contritely at the floor
Wait, what? Yuri's head shuddered to a halt. Did they just say mother?
Lady Cheri nodded her head. "Come over here, boys." All three of her sons walked over to where she was standing. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the black haired boy sidle away slightly. She decided to ignore it for the time being, though there would be words with him later.
She gave her prettiest smile to her three sons. Conrart looked her in the eye first and she beamed at him. Her brave little Conrart reminded her so much of her late husband. "Oh, Conrart dear, it's so wonderful to see you. You defended that young man so splendidly!" Conrart graced her with a small smile, but frowned slightly as she continued. "I shouldn't need to point out, however, that this young man can speak for himself! Please grant him your respect and listen."
"Yes mother." Conrart mumbled bowing his head, disappointed in his behavior.
"Oh!" Lady Cheri blushed and hugged her son about the chest. "How can I stay mad at such a handsome face! I bet you charm all the women in the kingdom with your wonderful manner!" Conrart returned her hug briefly before stepping back with a smile.
Cheri turned to her oldest son next. Gwendle's fingers twitched nervously. "Oh Gwen, your frowning again!" Cheri sidled over and placed her hands on his broad chest. " Such an unappealing face! You'll scare all the pretty women away!" She stepped back and pouted a little bit, placing her delicate hands on her hips. "Now what are these judgmental words I am hearing from you?" She tisked and sighed dramatically. "You know better than to judge a man you know nothing about! If everyone was judged by there outward appearance, what would they think of you, my sweet?" Gwendle looked away, seeming to consider her words. He nodded and stepped back.
Finally, Cheri turned to her youngest son. She pulled the blonde into her ample chest and verily wept. "Oh, Wolfie! What are these harsh words I hear coming from your sweet mouth!? How can you look so much like me and have such acid dripping from your pretty tongue? Having a bit of fire is just fine, but you won't attract any men at this rate!" Wolfram pulled away from her suffocating bosom with a gasp. "Mother! I'm not into having men pursue me! Besides, I was only speaking the truth."
Cheri's eyes sharpened dangerously and Wolfram took a step back, the arms he had crossed over his chest dropping in an instant. "I will not stand for one of my sons speaking of an honorable woman in this way. The woman whom you so readily insulted is a mother, and you will show her as much respect as you show me." Wolfram quailed in the face of his mother's wrath.
Cheri made a small noise in the back of her throat and her face softened considerably. "Oh, my son. If you judge so quickly, you will never be able to understand the hearts of those you hold most dear." Wolfram looked contritely to the floor, and nodded his head. He stepped back with his brothers. Cheri surveyed the three of them, satisfied that her sons were properly reprimanded.
Cheri abruptly clapped her hands together, shattering the silence before it became any more awkward and spun dramatically, her long black dress flaring about her ankles and her hair whipping over her shoulders. "Now someone tell me who this lovely young man is who defended his mother's honor so gallantly!"
Yuri froze in his slow backward retreat with a sense of unreality. And really, he shouldn't be so surprised by that, considering his circumstances. During the Lady Cheri's scolding he had been able to do nothing but stare blankly. Mother, mother, mother, MOTHER. That could not be possible. Nope, no way. She couldn't be older than her late twenties, early thirties at the latest! Her skin was flawless, and unless she had a child before she was born, there was no way she could have a son that looked so much older than her. His eyes drifted lower. And there was no way in Hell that that body had three or more children.
Someone cleared his throat softly behind Yuri's ear and Yuri shut his mouth with an audible snap as he realized he had been gaping inappropriately. Again. His eyes jerked back up to Cheri's face (where they should have been, damnit) and belatedly noticed that he was being addressed. Yuri grimaced and furtively checked if anyone had noticed his slip up. Aside from Gunther, who was standing behind him, it seemed like no one did.
Yuri took a deep breath to introduce himself, but stopped short. How exactly did one address themselves after they found out they are King of the Demons in an alternate dimension to a person who, just a few minutes ago, one had a very inappropriate sexual encounter with. And then there was also the fact that said person was the mother of two people who definitely did not believe he was worthy of being Demon King. Did he mention that it really weirded him out that he had been making out with someone who is clearly way older than him?
Before Yuri could break out his infamous gasping fish impression, Conrad took pity on the young king. "Mother, I am proud to introduce Yuri Shibuya, 27th Demon King of the Great Demon Kingdom."
Cheri gasped, a startled "Your Majesty!" and before Yuri could move he was engulfed in a fierce hug. The young king, shocked at the sudden embrace, couldn't move a muscle as he was nearly suffocated by her ample bosom. He blushed fiercely as he felt every curve of her body press him close, the woman who was the mother of the three men currently gaping at them and also the woman who he had just had a very inappropriate sexual encounter with! And he really needed to find another word for 'inappropriate' or he was going to start capitalizing it in his mind.
Just as quickly as it had started, Cheri released the young king, oblivious to his inner turmoil. She held her face in her hands and closed her eyes with a delicate blush of her own. "Oh my, the Demon King! And to think, I had mistook this little delicacy for a gift!"
A sudden tense silence spread through the room like a bomb about to go off and Yuri got the distinct impression that a "gift" was some kind of cultural thing he should be aware of. Preferably in the next few seconds so that he could explain that this was all a big misunderstanding and that blond guy would stop staring at him like he was a particularly disgusting and loathsome animal that needed to be put down. Wolfram was looking like an inflating air balloon that was about to pop, and Yuri didn't want to be anywhere near him when it did. He took a very small step backwards.
He didn't get very far. Wolfram broke the tense silence with an enraged "WHAT!?" He stalked forward, rudely pushing his mother out of the way and behind him. "How could that half-breed be a gift?" If possible, the room got even tenser, and even Cheri was shocked into silence.
"Ok," Yuri mumbled to himself, "now I'm also a half-breed, whatever that means." He could address that later, along with all of the other weird cultural stuff that had just been thrown at him. At the moment he had a very volatile blond that was about to rip his head off, and even though he disliked the guy and was sure that he had been gravely insulted, it was very rude to fight in front of a lady. He glanced from side to side with a flicker of his black eyes. It looked like everyone else was stuck in a stalemate, as if not sure what to do. Conrad was standing with a pained expression on his face, his hand hovering uncertainly over his sword while Gwendle stood tall and straight with his arms crossed, narrowed eyes flicking back and forth rapidly. Right, no help there. Gunter had his hands up uselessly with an imploring look on his face. He seemed to be about to say something but was unsure of what.
Yuri took all of this in in a split second and decided he was on his own. The young king looked back at the enraged teenager and lifted his hands defensively. "Look, man, I really think we should take a step back and talk about this. I don't know why you're angry and I really don't want to fight you." Yuri glanced at Cheri. She had a hand over her mouth, but didn't seem too distressed. She just seemed to be observing, he noticed absently.
"NO!" Wolfram, who had caught the young king looking at his mother, slammed his hand on the table and flung cutlery all over the floor. Several gasps and a few shouts of "Wolfram!" went through the room again, and Yuri once again got the impression that something big had just happened and flown right over his head. He glanced down at the cutlery on the floor and clicked his teeth. Really, that was so unsanitary. In the back of his mind he can hear his mother Yuri don't throw things it's rude and instinctively reached down to clean up the mess. "Come on, this is ridiculous, at least tell me why you are mad before–"
"Yuri! Don't–" "Stop!" Several shouts bombarded him at once as his hand closed over one of those weird spork things that had been sitting on the table. Yuri looked around in bewilderment and stood up. What has he done now? Wolfram literally screamed in fury and lunged at the bewildered king, and Yuri quickly backed out of the way. "Wait, hold on!" But the boy could no longer be reasoned with.
"This dinner is way out of control! What have I gotten myself into!?" Yuri wails as the enraged blond continued to lunge at him. The double black glanced wildly around for someone to help him and noticed that everyone in the room had backed up along the wall and were watching with varied expressions of wide eyed surprise (Conrad) and outright hostility (Gwendle) and…delighted glee? Cheri was standing with her hands pressed to her face in obvious excitement, a huge grin splitting her features. He didn't have time to sort out that particular weirdness at the moment however, as Wolfram threw a nasty punch at his face and man that hurt! All he knew is that absolutely no one looked like they were going to jump to his rescue. Looked like he needed to fight this one on his own.
Yuri's back hit the wall and he suddenly realized he had no where to run to. Wolfram reared back and threw punch at his head, but Yuri kicked the young prince in the chest before he could gain much momentum. Yuri danced out of the way and they began moving across the hall again.
"Fight me you coward!" Wolfram screeched. Yuri thanked his lucky stars for one absurd moment that the boy was too enraged to fight properly, since he was clearly very skilled and Yuri just wouldn't stand a chance otherwise. The blond suddenly stopped chasing him and Yuri thought for a split second that he was going to call off the fight when Wolfram lifted his hand in the air.
Then something strange and incomprehensible happened. The air around Wolfram's palm started to glow a fiery red, and then Yuri realized it was fire! The nut case was summoning fire to his hand! What is this, some kind of crazy TV show!? Yuri thought frantically
Yuri could dimly hear other people shouting frantically now, but he did not tear his eyes away from the boy he was facing. For the first time in his life, he felt truly terrified. This boy wanted to kill him and he was casting fire to send him straight to Hell! The fire started taking form now, turning into a giant lion, and Yuri thought he was going to pass out. Suddenly Wolfram, enraged beyond all reason, flung his hand down in one violent motion and the fire lion roared and lunged straight at Yuri. Yuri rolled desperately out of the way, watching the lion's path with huge eyes, hoping beyond hope that it would not follow him like some kind of demented heat seeking missile. It did not, and it flew past him and straight at–
A rage like Yuri had never felt before surged into being, a howl ripping through his throat like a wild beast. A wind tore through the room and whipped violently around the fire lion, tearing it to shreds.
"ENOUGH!" the rage inside of him roared to the sky. The wind ripped through everything, shattering the glass of the windows and sending furniture flying. The Demon King heard a frightened shout and snapped his ice shard pupils to the pathetic dragon-ling who had dared to threaten him and his!
The Demon raised his hand and the wind surged to his call, power and rage thrumming headily through his mind, all fear banished in a mad rush. The wind raised the dragon-ling and then slammed him to the floor, pinning him down where he struggled weakly. The others in the room were shouting and making meaningless noises at the Demon, but he could no longer hear them. All he knew was that he threat was still alive and he would make him submit. He lifted the still struggling body again.
A frantic shout cut through the Demon like a knife, and a power rushed behind him and washed over him, stifling his rage for a moment. The power felt…familiar. The Demon turned his head slowly toward the power surge, wind still whipping his black hair angrily around him, and through his own angry blue glow he could see a flashing silver, moving against his magic like an oncoming wave, trying to get through. But this silver was familiar and he did not feel threatened by it. Slowly the Demons power receded and he felt it draining into the wind. The silver rushed up to lap at his feet and tickle his skin and the last thing Yuri knew was MINE!
There you go. Hope you guys are still enjoying this ride and I hope I haven't chased off anyone who is allergic to plot. I think I'll keep it up for a while and update more than once a year. I kind of feel like writing an actual story now so please let me know what you think even if you hate it.