Ex-V: Hey there, gang!

It sure is nice to see you all again, so soon! It feels like I've got all the time in the world to update and write my fanfiction, this month... It feels like I have basically infinite time. As always, we'll get started right away, just let me plug my youtube channel first... It can be found under the name Extra Victory, if you're at all interested~ It helps me work on my stories faster, all the support means everything to me, and it's been pretty lit this month, I've got to say...

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"Welcome, welcome you two-" A kindly looking salesman standing behind the convenience store cash register smiled at the Hero and the Demon King. He waved them in, and Maou stepped wordlessly to the counter, with Emi still fitfully glaring away, at nothing; faintly red. "How can we help you, today?"

The King of Hell cleared his throat, clearly somewhat nervous himself. Looking distinctly troubled, Emilia stepped up beside him, grumbling half-lamely to herself.

When he seemed to be unable to actually pronounce the necessary words, Emilia swallowed heavily, wringing her courage dry, and plopped the plastic disposable camera down on the counter before her; Voice heady and faintly shrill. "We... We need these pictures developed."

"Yes... Yeah." Maou added, half-lamely, but looking irritated with himself. He was staring at her ass, he knew he was staring at her ass, and she knew it too.

Emilia glared at him, dizzily and with very wide eyes, sounding shrill. "Maou-!"

"Aweeeeee!" a bright haired young woman in a workers smock stopped in place, on her way by, behind the counter. Her ID tag read 'Brianna'. "What a cute couple you two are! Here to develop some honeymoon photos-?"

She giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Maou and Emi, staring up at them with a sneaky grin spreading quickly from cheek to cheek. Maou looked like he was still straining to tear his eyes off Emi's ass.

"Yes, thank you." Maou answered back, dryly, at last; cursing them, the store, this Brianna, and the whole world out bitterly in his mind. Emi yelped, flushed red; staring, aghast, over at the Demon King.

He silenced her with a quick sideways glare.

Emilia did seem to catch on, but looked utterly miserable about it nonetheless, choking. "O-Oh... Yeah, we're... We just got back..."

Blushing furiously, and well aware that her voice sounded utterly pitiful, she tried to hide her eyes; not unnoticed by Brianna, the sales associate.

"Not to worry, you two." the Male clerk tried to reassure them, in calm, safe sounding tones; hitting his female co-worker with a patronizing glance. "My name is Isaac, and I promise we'll take good care of your fond memories."

"Thank you kindly." The words felt a lot like hissing poison on Maou's tongue, but he kept his performance up, externally, smiling gently.

Unfortunately, his eyes drifted, independent of his will, and landed again on Emilia's ass. She squeaked something, indignant and furious, elbowing him sweetly in the ribs.

"H-Honey, you're staring again...!"

Maou coughed, absolutely miserable; turning his gaze with every ounce of his dwindling self control, glaring away into the void.

"Fond memories indeed..." Brianna snickered, covering her mouth sneakily with one hand. She chuckled, incredibly amused, and Emi wailed, whining lowly under her breath, grumbling; the double meaning was not lost on her, and she covered her eyes with both hands.

Maou and Emi were both well aware that they were basically being accused of taking porny pictures, of making a sex tape.

"T-They aren't those kinds of photos-!" the Hero squeaked, staring directly into the counter through her fingers, positively miserable and blushing furiously.

Maou gave her a severe stare, poignantly, boiling over himself. "Aren't they, Emilia-?"

She squealed back, wildly. "Are they-?!"

Petrified and clearly lost, both of them quickly losing the plot, clearly confused by the brimming, incoming tide of raw emotion, Hero and demon king stared back and forth at each other; he was speechless, she was breathless.

"W-Would... Would you like us to develop them without looking?" Isaac sweatdropped, very nervously. His friendly expression and closed eyes twitched.

"Oh, come on... There's no need for all that-" Brianna countered, snickering from behind her palm and glancing over at Maou and Emi; the Hero was currently in middle of bristling, as Maou stared at her ass again. "These two are so cute, I'm sure it would be no trouble if we develop them normally..."

"Yes... Yeah, that should be fine... Right?" Maou ripped his eyes violently off Emi's ass, still struggling against the faint, hazy memories of seeing her naked ass, as she was bent over in front of him, in his mind... He looked hesitant and unsure himself, as Emilia protested shrilly.

"No! No, definitely don't look at them!"

The Hero caught Maou's aggrieved glare, and squealed weakly, voice warbling madly.

"What... What if... What if they are-?!" she begged the demon king, in a tiny, wispy panting voice; doing her best to keep her words private, to him and him alone... Utterly mortified and ready to shove a fist in her mouth.

Maou twitched, clearly shook, irritated and gritting his teeth to even halfway maintain his pleasant smile, as he faced the two cashiers, again. "Yes, well... If you would just... Just Excuse us, for a second..."

The King of Hell snagged the Hero by the back of her shirt, glowering, and she exhaled, bright red, as he dragged her hastily away behind some store shelves.

"Emilia-!" he snapped, quietly as he could. The fuzzy, hazy memories from last night were doing a very poor job of inspiring any real confidence in him.

He could swear he almost remembered bending the Hero over, on Rika's bed, and she was totally naked... As she halfway buried her blushing face in the pillows, and stuck her ass out at him, wiggling her hips in a tiny, shivering, but very seductive, very enticing manner...

"You're really willing to bet that they aren't... Aren't d-dirty pictures-?!" Emilia whimpered, almost yelping; highly alarmed, voice very high and tight as she whispered back to Maou. "We should tell them not to look!"

He groaned. "In other words, you're betting that they are dirty."

He could almost remember it... Remember her pussy lips and asshole, almost, but not quite; the picture was still hazy, fuzzy in his mind's eye, and even though he could see the rest of Emilia, see her flushed face and sweaty body clearly, the details of her most erotic bits were still a blur.

It was coming back to him, though...

It was slowly coming back to him. He realized suddenly that in a few short hours, if this kept up, he might find himself remembering all the juicy details of her privates clearly... It was boggling his mind, and Emilia seemed to know exactly what he was thinking; she screeched, murderously red, shoving him a bit.

"S-Stop that! W-What are you remembering, what are you thinking about-?!"

"What your asshole looks like, Emilia-" He growled, overcome; answering honestly and covering his face with one hand as he stared out at her through his twitching fingers.

She positively shrieked, furiously red, blushing violently; covering her flushed face with both hands. "Well, stop it! Would you please quit it, don't... Don't remember that-!"

But, then again, he was pretty sure he might just be fantasizing all of this, which would present a whole new problem, in itself, even if they really weren't memories; the best case scenario was that Maou couldn't stop fantasizing about Emilia's ass.

And... to be honest... He doubted they were fantasies. It all just seemed too real, too vividly real; and the more his memories returned, the more he felt sure that all of it really happened.

This was bad news.

"Do you think the pictures are going to be dirty, Emilia-?" He couldn't keep his voice from rising slightly. Maou tried, unsuccessfully, to change the topic and think of something else.

Utterly mortified, she glared wildly away again; looking very much like she would rather be anywhere else at that moment; Her fingers wringing themselves together, in front of her mouth. "W-Well... I... I mean... What if they are-?!"

"How... How bad could it be...?" He said, weakly, almost hoping to get no answer.

No such luck, though. Emilia looked dazed, but opened her mouth immediately; only to shut it again right away, with the blush darkening on her face.

"Worst... Worst case scenario...?" she whispered, dizzied; her voice was tiny and trembling. Emilia shivered, beyond horrified and mesmerized. "What if... What if you took the camera into the bedroom with you...?"

"... Then it'll be pretty awkward, when we come back to collect the pictures." His voice hit a new low, gritty. His wide eyes narrowed, even just the possibility, and the implications of this possibility, had crushed him; breaking over him like a heavy typhoon.

Emilia sounded strangled, flushed. Her voice was shrieky and shrill. "A-Awkward?! Awkward doesn't even begin to describe it...!"

"But... That shouldn't be a problem, right?" Maou growled, blown away. He struggled, staring almost desperately over at her, trying to catch her eyes; he looked like he wanted her to reassure him, and she simply couldn't. "Because the pictures shouldn't be dirty..."

Emilia looked tortured, like she wanted very much to agree with him, yet again, but simply couldn't. Maou tried to control his breathing, watching the very meaningful horrified look come over her face.

"You... You don't think..." He began, airily, but failed utterly to keep his voice even. Terrified trepidation leaked from his every syllable.

She looked like she knew something... Like she knew something he didn't know.

She looked like she remembered something.

In fact, She looked like she knew at least one thing that would definitely be on the camera roll...

"What if..." Emilia whispered, sounding nearly overcome. Blushing furiously, she managed to meet his eyes at last, quivering in place. "What if I'm really sucking your dick in the pictures, Maou...?"

The hesitant uncertainty in her voice was tortuous to him; Worse, perhaps, the absolute certainty in her tone felt like it was gutting him on the spot.

Maou could feel his chest getting tight.

She couldn't blink, couldn't even breathe; utterly unable to tear her eyes away, now... Knowing very well exactly what it meant that she was bringing this up right now.

"You've mentioned that up a few times, Emilia." He said, finally, his tone deceptively cool; watching her warily, almost crazed, with wide eyes. Emilia just trembled back, unable to find her breath, struggling to wrangle her words, blushing furiously. His tone hovered, slow and tentative... Belying his own fears and suspicions.

The Hero looked simply mortified, utterly devastated and dejected. Her heart was hammering in her breast, pulse pounding in her temples. Time itself seemed to slow down around around them, atmosphere rising steadily to a heated crescendo...

"Do you think you sucked my dick last night?" Maou pronounced, at last, exhaling. Tense, and trembling, Emilia was utterly frozen for a moment. "Did you blow me last night, Emilia-?"

The Hero finally peeled her eyes off his, twitchy and almost flinching. She was violently red in the face.

Emilia just nodded, trembling.

Maou breathed, dizzied. He noticed, somewhere in the depths of the back of his mind, that he couldn't seem to look away from her, either.

This admission was mind-boggling to both of them.

Emilia just nibbled her fingernails, steaming red and staring, terrified, away. Her heartbeat was hitching, catching her throat, and she felt like she'd forgotten how to inhale.

But none of that could cover up the truth.

This painful, bitter truth, floating above them, in the very thin air between them, as they stood together, so close together, side by side...

She did think she had sucked his dick. She was almost positive, in fact... Almost completely certain.

Emilia squeaked something incoherent, incontinent, lamely. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. "S-Stop staring at me like that!"

She sounded dizzy. She was dizzy, dazed and confused, but the Hero just knew... Knew, in the core of her being, in her heart, that the recurring memories she kept seeing over and over again, behind her minds eye... Memories of being on her knees, in front of him...

She knew they must be real.

"Stop staring...?" Maou almost laughed, bitterly; if it wasn't for the screaming disbelief running rampant through his tone. She yelped a soft affirmation, desperately. "I don't think I can."

"Try, at least-!" Emilia wailed, doing her level best to keep her voice from rising too much, warbling and sounding very flimsy, very rickety.

The hero swayed a bit in place, tottering dangerously. Maou grabbed on to her by both arms, steadying her as best he could; still feeling like someone also needed to stabilize him.

"You just told me... Just now, Emilia, that the Hero gave me head." even his voice was flaring wickedly, now. Disbelief and petulant, vicious affection for her coiled tightly up against the disdain flittering under his breath, spilling into his tone. "Do you have any idea how that makes me feel-?!"

She didn't, not at all, but she did feel like she had a pretty good idea... Blushing furiously, she stammered something, helplessly, glaring wide-eyed into the shelves beside her for a moment.

"It... It probably feels kind of good, right?!" She whimpered, halfway accusing, halfway miserable. She looked like she wanted with every fiber of her being to stop talking, but the heat and passion, the tension of that moment, the vivid memories, swirling around them, just forced her to speak on. "Knowing... t-that I was on my knees, for you... With your semen o-on my face-"

She trailed off, voice rising dangerously, squeaky and high pitched.

She sounded like she was almost going insane, and Maou just glared at her, eyes widening yet further.

The Demon king grit his teeth, and Emilia covered her red face with both hands, muttering a stream of nonsense gibberish under her heated breath, squealing.

Don't tell me I just... Did I really, really, really, actually just say...

"Did you really, actually just say that-?!" Maou hissed, grinding his teeth, disbelieving. She wailed, trying desperately to hide her eyes.

"I-I didn't! No! I didn't say anything-!" she squeaked, positively mortified.

"You literally did! You just said you remember... Me coming on your face! That's what you just said-!"

The Hero was so humiliated, so mortified, that she could comfortably die on the spot.

But she did remember it. She did.

At least, she was pretty sure she did...

No, she was positive that she remembered it.

Emilia could still feel it, she could still feel how she felt at that very moment, fixed in time, the night before... It was Irrevocably etched into her memories...

She could feel the burning, insatiable humiliation, the mindboggling conflict of tormented anguish and exhilarating, thrilled delight; she remembered wiping her face off with her fingers, and feeling Maou's cum there... She could remember it, it was hot, and so sticky... Gooey, really, she could feel it, searing her cheeks and face, on her brow, her nose, in her hair... In one of her eyes, where it burned, stinging, and she was gasping, positively panting... With Maou cackling softly somewhere above her, and she was on her ass, legs and knees splayed beside her...

Emilia almost fainted, just at the recollection of it alone.

"Emilia!" Maou shook her arms, barely suppressing a hollering simmer. "Emi-!"

"Y-Yeah...? What..." She mumbled, dazed.

Was it real? Was that actually what happened, last night?

Was it a memory...?

It was.

It had to be, it had to, right...? It was wayy too vivid, too real, to just be some dizzying, heated fantasy...

"We don't have forever, Emilia... Make the call!"

The Hero fidgeted awkwardly in place, beyond flustered and still totally out of it. "The... The call?"

"Should we tell them not to look at the pictures, Emilia! Make the call!"

"W-Why is it my call-?!" she snapped back, momentarily ignoring the fierce, jagged humiliation still positively eating her up inside.

"Its your memory, isn't it-?" he snarled, poking her in the forehead. She flinched, wincing, as the memories flooded back into her, welling up throughout every inch of her body, heating up, boiling over into every fiber of her being.

She was beginning to really remember, starting to remember more and more...

Oh, God... Oh god, stop... Stop stop stop stopstopstop...

She begged herself, utterly overwhelmed... She knew what was coming, of course she did... How could she not?

She knew it, she knew if she didn't stop right now, right there, it would be too late... It would be too late, and she would remember what it felt like, to be sucking Maou's dick...

Too slow. She did remember.

All of a sudden, she did remember.

Oh, she remembered...

She remembered it. Emilia the Hero remembered what Maou's dick felt like in her mouth, what it felt like to choke on his penis, with his cock in the back of her throat, asphyxiating her... She remembered gagging, struggling to accept his massive, throbbing member deeper and deeper into her mouth, she remembered the dizzying, scalding heat of his length, the pounding of her heartbeat, and every single one of her fluttering, straining breaths.

"T-Tell them not to look! Tell them... Tell them definitely not to look! Don't look at all!" She squealed, utterly apoplectic and miserable and delighted, subjugated and crushed completely under a breaking tidal wave of sheer humiliated excitement.

Maou looked almost spooked, tremoring softly, watching the intensity of her crimson red blush and her tortured shivering; as the Hero hugged herself, utterly overcome.

Ex-V: Did you like it? Did you have fun?

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