I apologize that these chapters are relatively short. At least you're getting two of them back to back. This however, just happens to be the best way to go about breaking the scenes up in my mind. Hope you enjoy.
Beelzemon realized he'd made a mistake the second he undid the girl's leg bindings to make getting her on the bike easier. He'd been expecting after hours of fighting, the shock of her kidnapping, and the realization of her imminent death that she would have been at least a little worn out. But no, the first thing the human did when he sat her on Behemoth was lean back and slam one booted foot right into his face before rolling to the side and taking off like the devil himself was at her heels.
Which would be an excellent assessment as it took Beelzemon all off of five seconds to get over the surprise that a human would dare be bold enough to attack him and leap over the demonic bike after her. The chase was a brutal and short lived one. The girl was fast, he'd give her that, but no match for a digimon as he easily gained on her his arms coming to encircle her waist and wrench her back against his chest as he lifted her bodily off the ground. She kicked and fought the entire way as he hauled her back towards the bike.
"Now doll we can do this the easy way with both of us maintaining some miniscule amount of dignity or we can do this the~" He began growling out as he neared Behemoth only to have the wind knocked out of him as the girl twisted in his grip her eyes alight with fury as she brought her elbow up to ram it back and into his throat. Leaving him to drop her gracelessly with a wheeze as he gripped his throat and saw red at the fact the human had gotten the better of him not once, but twice now. The sound of boots scrabbling on stone however, soon brought him out of his haze of pain and fury as the girl recovered from her fall and leaped to her feet. Before she could move to make a break for it though he lashed out with his tail wrapping it about her legs as he had the bindings before sending her tumbling to the ground with a muffled "Oof!"
He'd be damned if she managed to escape from him twice as well as get the drop on him. It was only by the grace of luck that the other Demon Lords were still inside and not out here to witness his embarrassment as he dragged the girl to him with his tail. Lifting her from the ground to face him the Demon Lord's lips curled back in a snarl that had made stronger men then she go weak at the knees. Yet it only served to rile him further that the woman looked utterly nonplused at his show of ferocity. Instead she eyed him with those bright blue orbs, her look calm and calculating.
"Hard way it is." Beelzemon hissed out, his voice barely above a whisper as he didn't trust himself not to wheeze after such a strike. Still keeping her suspended by her ankles with his tail Beelzemon moved to mount Behemoth, settling down on the demonic machine with more grace then he currently felt. Lowering her down to his level he grasped her arms where they had been bound at the wrist, pulling them down over his head in a mockery of a lovers embrace. Once her arms were taken care of he released her legs, catching her ankles in his hands before she could begin to fight once again and forced them about his waist, rewrapping his tail tightly about them to keep her in place. This left the girl practically wrapped around him so close he could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as it heaved in exertion and anger at her current predicament.
"I did warn you doll~" He purred mockingly, pleased to have finally put the human in her place. Even if said place was an embarrassment to both her and himself. At least he could be sure that if Dukemon caught up to them on the ride he wouldn't dare risk an attack with his would-be partner pressed so compromisingly against the Demon Lord.
Finally settled in Beelzemon revved the engine, pleased when he felt the demonic bike come alive beneath them with a guttural roar. Grinning like a mad mon he turned the bike towards the gates looking forward to the primal thrill that came with speed and hit the throttle. Yet instead of swift and rapid acceleration the bike's motor merely groaned, the tires spinning in place in blatant refusal to do as he asked. It took a second harsh shove on the throttle to finally send Behemoth rocketing forward, the force pressing the girl's form tight against his own in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. Yet Beelzemon was too wrapped up in the implications of his bike's little fit to banish the strange feelings.
Behemoth's tiff could only mean one thing. The fucking bike liked the little bitch. Mentally cursing up a storm Beelzemon steered them for the wasteland when he tasted blood. Tongue dragging across his lower lip, he came to find it was his own as realization set in that the girl must have split it wide during their fight.
Eyes settling on the open road the Demon Lord contemplated this latest development and the implications it carried. His bike liked the gusty little human.
And if he didn't watch himself he might grow to as well.