Ex-V: I hope you like it!

This…This is a problem. Emi muttered to herself, in her mind, breathlessly, horrified. This is going to be a problem.

The Hero had never wanted to fall in love; she never dreamed of marriage, or motherhood…Emilia turned, slightly, staring over at the King of Demons, helplessly, as he joked around with Alciel and Rika, walking with her.

Her heart fluttered, faintly, in her chest, and she wanted to scream.

She'd never wanted to be pretty before, she'd never cared how she looked, but now…

Recently, she'd been catching herself thinking about him, fantasizing about him, daydreaming even, wondering what it would be like to have a normal life, to be a normal girl…Emi saw herself, in her mind, tending a stove with little Children running about, wildly, and they all looked like Maou…

Chiho snapped her out of her horrifying nightmare fantasy, by running up to join them. "Hey, guys-!"

Emi took a deep breath, deeply disturbed, bewildered, turning to Chiho, who was greeting Rika and Alciel.

"You had the day off too-?" Maou asked his subordinate, grinning. She nodded vigorously, twirling around in place, doing a neat little pirouette.

"Yeah, I even bought some new clothes!" She answered, delighted, before nudging him a bit, eyes wide, twinkling. "Don't I look cute-?"

Emi twitched, slightly, eyes narrowing.

Maou laughed, awkwardly, turning slightly away. "You do, you look nice-"

The hero fidgeted, relieved despite herself.

I wonder…She adjusted her skirt, mindlessly, lost in thought, moving unconsciously to fix her hair. I wonder if Maou ever thinks I'm cute...

She grumbled, eyes wide, bright red, miserable, a moment later, when she realized what she was thinking, and turned away, glaring sourly at a nearby tree, mortified.

Rika seemed to notice, and smiled mischievously, guffawing quietly. Emi snapped around, and glared at her, eyes wide, heart racing, flushed.

Before either of them could say a word, Alciel thumbed his chin, thoughtfully, interrupting the brief silence. "It's already noon, I need to prepare lunch-"

"Can I come-?" Chiho injected herself into the conversation, excitedly.

"You'll have to help." He smiled, warmly, at her, eyes twinkling manipulatively. "If you'll accede to this demand, you're free to join us-"

The younger girl nodded, delighted at the prospect of spending more time with Maou, and turned with the group towards the Demon King's Stronghold.

Maou lingered behind, for a moment, with Emi, who was utterly consumed by conflicting feelings, struggling internally.

"Are you coming along-?" He offered, meeting her eyes, when she turned to him, a moment later, wordless.

"N-None of your business-!" She snapped, flustered, flushed, storming off, following Rika and Alciel.

Maou grinned, annoyed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

(Ten minutes later)

"No eggs…" Alciel muttered, frustrated, peering into the open fridge. "No milk either-"

Rika's ears pricked up, sensing an opportunity in the air. "Hey Emi, Go with Maou to pick some up, would you-?"

"Why me-?" Emi protested, heart fluttering, but the older woman silenced her with a stern look.

"I have something to show Chiho, and Lucifer won't budge from his computer-"

Lucifer turned, slightly, in place, waving with one hand, disinterestedly, utterly invested in an online game. "She's right."

Chiho looked slightly disheartened, but shuffled towads Rika, pouting.

Emi glanced over at Maou, briefly, and he shrugged, rising to his feet. "Fair enough. I think I saw a sale over on Elm St-"

"F-Fine…" She mumbled, faintly red, feeling very much like nobody was listening to her anyway, and stood, pulling her shoes on by the door.

As they walked outside, into the sunshine, Maou stepped calmly down the stairs, and Emilia shut his door, pausing, for a moment, at the top of the steps, hesitantly.

He turned back towads her, after a moment, halfway down the staircase, silently, eyebrow rising, when he noticed she wasn't following him.

Emi fidgeted, heart racing, faintly, in her chest, and looked away, nervously, wringing her hands behind her back, leaning on the railing. "M-Maou…What about me?"

He faced her, curiously, tilting his head. "What about you-?"

"D-Do…Do you think I look cute-?" She stammered, flushed, almost dizzied, staring poignantly away from him, hushed.

Silence.

Maou blinked, blown away, eyes wide.

Silence.

Emi's heart throbbed, painfully, in her chest, and she felt ice in her blood, as she looked back down, at him, horrified, furiously red, breathless.

Silence.

"N-Never mind-!" She squealed, flushed, fidgeting, mortified. "S-Shut up! I was…I was just kidding-!"

Emi tried, flustered, trembling, to storm down the staircase, past him, but she was faintly lightheaded, and her thoughts swirled. Her skirt caught, yanking, ripping slightly, on the rusty railing, and tore.

She screamed, feeling her balance vanish, all at once, terrified, and tumbled down, through the air, floundering; Maou, instinctively, stepped up, setting one foot on the step above him, grabbing her flailing body, catching her in mid-air, but…

Her momentum drove him backwards, as his eyes widened, and he was falling too…

They slammed down, into the earth at the foot of the stairs, and Emi saw stars, swaying for a moment, until she took a deep breath, finding her orientation, and realized she was sitting up…Sitting on something…She looked around, for a moment, dazed.

A cool breeze blew past, and she shivered, feeling cold air on her naked thighs…Emi looked down, heart stopping abruptly in her chest.

Her skirt was gone, ripped in two, flying in the breeze at the top of the stairs, and Emilia was sitting on Maou's face, as she looked down, heart slamming in her chest, gulping, furiously red, heart skipping a beat…

She saw Maou's wide eyes, staring up at her, and met his gaze, down between her legs. She felt the warmth of his breath on her core, as she was sitting on his mouth, covering his mouth with her panties, and she saw his eye twitch.

Silence.

The wind blew past, chilling her. She shivered, eyes still locked on his, unmoving, as he breathed, shocked, and the heat of his breath, of his mouth rocketed through her body, surging through her, some unbelievable, simmering sensation boiled up inside her, welling up in her hips…She could feel the pressure of her weight driving her crotch into his face.

Emi screamed, scrambling backwards, off him, horrified, heart throbbing violently inside her, breathless, scampering off him, as he sat up, staggered, blown away, twitching.

The Hero and the Demon King just stared at one another, eyes wide, speechless, as she crawled backwards to the foot of the stairs, wailing quietly, unable to look away from his eyes, bright red, glowing, still addled from the warmth of his breath on her privates, her skin tingled, and she rubbed her legs together, unconsciously, restless.

She tried to cover herself, on the ground, whimpering, flushed, dizzied, eyes spinning, by crossing her legs, holding her knees, trembling, as he rose to his feet.

A moment of excruciating Silence.

"Y-You…You Pervert-! King of Perverts!" She screeched, heart hammering, breathless, at last, easing herself up onto the steps, sitting her ass down on the first step, doing her best to cover herself, furiously red. "You lusty demon..! You monster-!"

He grinned, shakily, irritated. "I would've accepted 'Thank you'-"

"Thank you-?!" She shrieked, mortified, glowing crimson, heart racing, thoughts swirling, miserable, heat boiling over inside her, as the memory of his mouth on her core burned in her chest. "Thank you?! Thanks for molesting me?! You Rapist-!"

"No, you're right-" He hissed, gritting his teeth, still grinning faintly, furious. "I should have remembered that you can't walk up and down stairs-"

"I can use stairs just fine, thank you-!" She snapped, violently red, shaking, easing her ass up another step.

"Is that right-?" He answered, frustrated, stepping past, her, climbing the steps, pulling his jacket off, throwing it down onto her, and she breathed, exhaling, flushed, covering herself gratefully. "I didn't realize you sat on my face intentionally-"

She squeaked, eyes spinning, flustered, bright red, bristling, but followed him back up the steps, shaking faintly, unable to reply.

"I have a spare uniform inside, let's get you some pants." He grumbled, finding his keys in his back pocket, and she nodded, speechless, breathless, shivering, thoughts swirling, still feeling a bubbling warmth in her hips, surging up into her body, from her core, where the heat of his breath still lingered, tingling…

He opened the door, and she followed him inside, sheepishly, still trembling.

There was dead silence in the room, as everyone turned, as one, to appraise them.

Maou's hair was tussled, rustled up, and his shirt yanked out of place; Emi was waddling, awkwardly, flushed, bright red, covering her panties with his jacket, holding it around her waist...

Silence.

Everyone stared at them, as Maou turned, slowly, frozen in place, towards Alciel, who was standing with Rika, eyes wide, gaping at them, quietly, as he began to realize what this looked like to their friends.

Emi's heart stopped, and she choked on her breath, strangled, furiously red, stammering. "N-No….No, we-!"

"My lorddd-!" Alciel screamed, holding his head, horrified. "I said get milk, not make babies-!"

Rika cackled, delighted, clapping her hands. "They finally did it, Oh my god-!"

Lucifer just looked bewildered, mouth opening and closing ineffectively.

Chiho trembled, shaking, speechless, heartbroken, tears welling up in her eyes, looking up at Maou and Emi.

The Hero and Demon King turned to Chiho, twitching, gaping, as one, in silence.

"W-Wait, Chiho-" Emi started, squeaking, desperately, bright crimson.

The younger girl broke down, bursting into tears, hanging her head, weeping uncontrollably, struggling to wipe her eyes.

"Now look what you've done-!" Maou hissed, glaring at Emi, eyes wide.

"You're the one that buried your mouth in my panties-!" She screeched back, furious.

Dead silence echoed in the room, and Chiho gasped, sobbing.

Lucifer just shook his head, eyes shut. "Why would you dick her down, of all people-"

"He did not dick me down-!" Emi squealed, radiantly red, heartbeat racing, thoughts swirling.

"How could you, Emi…" Chiho just wailed, inconsolable, jumping to her feet, racing past them, out the door, covering her eyes with her forearm, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You wanted his dick all along-!"

Emi just sputtered and squeaked, helplessly, blushing furiously, as the younger girl vanished down the stairs, crying, and rounded the corner, out of sight.

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

I hope so! I've had SO much fun writing this one, seriously! I'm already excited to post the next chapter :D

If you're into it, I'll put it up tomorrow! Please, let me know what you think in the reviews- :)

See you in the update!