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"Emilia, Im the king of Hell-" he hissed back, removing his tremoring hand from his mouth. Maou stared away, musing.

"Oh..." she giggled, after a moment, weakly. The headrush was dizzying. "I... I guess that's alright, then..."

"It's alright?" he managed, halfway outraged, evidently struggling with some monstrous internal conflict. "It's alright! What! If I make you my sex toy, that's cool with you?!"

Emilia flushed, furiously red, staring, pissy, down at her own fingers; wringing them anxiously together.

"N-No! No, o-obviously... I-I'll be super pissed at you, Maou..." Emilia huffed, glaring nervously away. The raw emotion and overflowing vulnerability in her tone was crippling. "If you chain me up, and abuse me for sex..."

"Oh, you'll be super pissed... Alright then." Maou snapped, sneering; looking very tormented. "Would you mind at least looking a little horrified? I'm threatening to enslave you, here..."

"I-I said I would be angry!" she squeaked, hissing back; mind-boggled at the strength and sheer oddity of her own feelings. Humiliation throbbed painfully in her breast.

"Super pissed doesn't cut it, Emilia-!"

"W-what do you want me to say!" She yelped, growling; clearly mortified at herself and at her own pounding heartbeat. Love for Maou was like molten glass tearing through her every vein, heating up under her every labored breath.

Maou was silent, dizzied. Even he didn't seem to know, utterly baffled and furious.

"I... I don't know, I guess you should... Scream and threaten me, or... Or something! Argue or scream!" he looked like he very much craved the normalcy of their usual fitful banter. "Shouldn't you be irritated that I would even mention something like this!?"

"Well, I cant right now!" Emilia snarled, basically incapacitated by her own love and longing for him. Still kneeling before him, on the floor, weak kneed and quivering, she grumbled, utterly miserable. "So... So go ahead, chain me up... And put a collar on me. F-Force your dick into my mouth, or whatever it is you fantasize about, in your demented, perverted sexual heart of hearts! I-I already told you that nothing you say or do will change how I feel, Sorry if that scares you-!"

Maou was silent, struck mute. Blown away by her venting, as she exhaled, clearly beyond troubled, he couldn't help feeling that she was so, so clearly right about everything.

Nonetheless, he tried his best to counter back, in the fashion of their usual verbal sparring.

"Fantasies, huh?" the King of Hell muttered, glaring away. "You would like to think that I fantasize about you, isn't that right...?"

Emilia twitched, blushing a deeper shade of scarlet red.

"W-Well... Don't you?"

A moment of brief silence.

Maou sighed, and he met her poignant, piercing gaze for just a brief moment before his eyelids drifted shut.

"Of course I do, Emilia..." he laughed, at last, bitterly, covering his eyes with one hand; completely unable to look into her brilliant face. "I've been fantasizing about you for years."

The Hero squeaked something, mortified and delighted. The wobbly smile and frown on her face flickered, as she clutched at her own throat anxiously with both hands.

"R-Really...?" She was bright red in the face. "You mean, like... S-Sexually, right-?"

"Yes?" he grumbled, glaring down at her; his left eyebrow twitching, halfway irritated, halfway addicted to her.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, exhaling a tight breath, before swallowing heavily. She seemed to fight her own inclination to ask the obvious follow up question, failing utterly.

"So... S-So, like... What kind of fantasies...?"

She whispered, mortified; almost completely against her own will. Her voice was squeaky and high pitched, very airy and tight.

Maou sighed, blown away, glaring off into the wrecked supermarket. He couldnt speak; or, rather, he desperately didn't want to.

"Will you tell me...?" Emilia managed, after a moment of tense, excruciating and exciting silence. Morbidly curious but desperately trying to hide her red face, she almost trailed off.

"I'll do whatever you ask me to do, Emilia..." Maou admitted, dryly. His snarling sneer warped halfway into a sad, hopeless smile. "I'll follow your every wish. Forever."

The honesty in his tone was overwhelming her, and her skin was already heating up... Flushed, she breathed deeply.

She loved him. She loved him.

"Tell me... Tell me about your s-sexual fantasies..." Emilia did her best to insert confidence into her tone, tried to sound demanding and very in-charge. She tried to sound like she was annoyed and affronted that he had these sexual fantasies about her, about her body, but instead came off like she was mesmerized, delighted and thrilled; excited to hear every gory detail. Her voice flickered a bit, very flimsy, and she blushed deeper still as her words continued to just... Spill out. It didnt help that she was stuck on her knees in front of him, as the alluring and irresistible king of demons towered over her..."T-Tell me everything, Maou. Was that... Was that whole thing about m-making me your sex slave real...?"

Maou almost gagged, strangled. His eyes burned with barely suppressed desire for her, and with bitter annoyance. She met his eyes, almost on accident, and squealed quietly, blushing furiously; immediately glancing away again, unable to sustain his piercing, scalding gaze.

For some reason, she couldn't get the idea of sucking his dick out of her mind... Maybe because she was kneeling in front of him, trembling on the floor, in her hastily assembled makeshift outfit, which was only poorly covering her modesty; tight jeans ripped slightly and slipping down her ass without a belt, showing off her all too embarrassing thong... Shirt hanging open and singed from the power of his magicks, revealing way too much of her thin, lacy bra...

Furiously red, she goaded him on, pressing him.

"Do... Do you really fantasize about using me like a s-sex toy...?"

Maou snarled, tilting his head evenly at her, halfway grinning flatly, halfway grimacing. He almost seemed to decide to just punish her with the truth. "It's crossed my mind."

His tacit admission spurred a tiny yelping whimper from her lips, as she stared wildly away, eyes wide and steaming red.

"I... I bet you really want to shove your dick into my throat-" Emilia's voice warbled slightly, almost mindlessly; she was shrieking at herself to just shut up in the back of her mind. "Probably... P-Probably want to choke me with your penis..."

Maou grinned wickedly, tormented. She was insanely lewd, madly erotic. "You have no idea."

Emilia met his eyes, cheeks burning red; she reached up and touched her own lips with two trembling fingers.

"I knew it..." She whispered, flushed red, voice heatedly simmering under her breath.

"Seems to me like the virtuous hero has given it some thought herself..." Maou sneered, villainously, as she choked; covering her red face with both hands.

"I-I have not! I'm... I'm not a pervert, like you-!" Emilia screeched, glaring up at him wildly through her fingers. Her voice was high and tight, now, very shrill. "L-Look at you, barely containing yourself! You would pounce on me, assault me right now if we weren't in public-"

"I might bend you over right here anyway, Emilia, public or not-!" he snapped back, coolly, smoothly, eyebrow twitching again. Maou brushed his cape aside, and it vanished in a flash of bright light. The King of Demons adjusted his shirt, suddenly a typical everyday button up; loosing the tie and top two buttons.

Emilia yelped, whining lowly; violently red, she stammered incoherently, glaring, wide eyed, away.

The very idea, even just the thought of Maou, Maou, taking her in public, having her right here, where everyone, anyone, could see...

Emilia squealed again, hiding her eyes and covering her face again, staring down at the floor between her knees.

Now, she was thinking of it... It was already too late, the thought was in her mind...

It would never go away... Never.

Emilia was busy, utterly absorbed, thinking of herself sucking him off, sucking Maou's dick, in public...

Where everyone could see her... And him...

See her doing something so shameful, so humiliating, and submissive... To Maou?! What if Rika saw it... Or Alciel...

Or Luciferrrr! Or Rika! Rika!

Feeling very much like she could no longer handle herself, right now, the Hero swooned lightly, swaying dangerously in place.

She could see herself giving the king of hell a blowjob, in public, she saw herself licking him and taking his length into her mouth, into her throat... Sloppily, unpracticed; She was so lewd, her hair was everywhere, she was sweaty and her eyes were spinning...

Maou twitched, watching her, still very overcome himself. It was all too clear, beyond clear, that they had to stop this.

Keeping it up much longer might actually lead them to some insanely lewd act, right here in public, and then Emilia would no doubt kill herself immediately, right after.

It was getting dangerous for them to even be standing together, so close to each other, he could tell. His own mind was swirling, vile, lewd fantasies taking up every available brain cell.

He could see her in his mind, utterly naked, her body bouncing around and jiggling, all curves and woman... Embarrassed and vulnerable enough to get him off on the spot...

Maou covered his mouth again, with one hand. Emilia was still muttering lamely to herself, in a light, weak, and very airy voice. "By your leave, Emi..."

He started, somehow still so attached to her, so obsessed with her that he couldn't even act alone, without her approval.

She seemed to jerk upright, face instantly becoming slightly less radiantly red; interrupting herself from some wildly disgusting sexual fantasies, to be sure. Her eyes flittered over, fixing themselves on him.

"By your leave, Emilia... I think we should take care of this."

Maou grit his teeth, still overcome. He waved a hand out over all the strewn about wreckage and mess.

"O-Oh... Oh, right..." The Hero muttered, almost hiccuping, still clearly fighting to keep her mind straight, occupied by the task at hand. "Yeah... Yes, go ahead."

The King of demons turned, raising his hands, still utterly irritated. Pulsing, throbbing magic power boomed around him, emanating from his body and throughout the surrounding area.

Emilia felt the powerful force of the magic wave rock her body, throbbing through her, reaching her navel; where it tingled, spicy and nice.

Her hips rolled just slightly against the floor, and she barely suppressed a mortified squeak.

She was beginning to realize exactly what had been going on, this whole time... What they had been saying, what they had said... What she had said.

Many of the destroyed shelves and scattered groceries picked themselves back up, telekinetically, and restored themselves to their original conditions. Some were simply too badly damaged, but Maou did as much as he could to fix up the mess. He repaired the walls, slowly, strolling off slightly, before teleporting himself and Emilia summarily back to the front of Rocjes Groceries.

There was a petrified quiet, a small stillness, in the air.

The hero was still on her knees, quivering a bit. Maou addressed the collected hostages, coolly, his voice low.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so sorry for the trouble. You'll be free to to go, shortly."

The hostages seemed doubtful, to say the least, appraising the King of Hell and the Hero; who was kneeling beside him, very close... She was bright red, blushing, and her hair was mussed up, her clothes torn and almost hanging off her.

"T-They really did have sex back there!" A cashier quipped, blown away.

"She must have been sucking his dick the whole time-!" another shopper hollered back.

"No wonder he's in such a good mood, now! She pacified him with her poon-!"

"Way to go, girl-!" a cheer rang up, and Emilia wailed, covering her face with both hands, not even going to bother trying to deny it.

"Could you please get on with it, already-?!" Emilia yelped at Maou, mortified and horrified, utterly miserable.

"Could you wait a moment, Emi... This is important, better not to rush me." Maou snickered, suddenly very much relishing this moment.

The hero just whimpered, lamely; furiously red.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you've no doubt noticed, now that she's finished sucking my dick... And she's successfully pacified me with her poon, you're all free to go about your ways-"

Emilia choked, strangled and totally asphyxiated, on the floor behind him. Her soft wailing whimper, and steaming red face were just too enticing. "Maou-!"

He cackled, and layered his voice with hypnotic power. "If you would all just take a quick look into my eyes..."

He said, and the hostages did exactly that, suddenly mesmerized.

"Nothing ever happened here. Should the police question you, no answers will be given."

The innocents nodded, enraptured.

Maou paused, as if deeply considering something, weighing his options. Finally, he grinned, apologizing briefly to Emi in the back of his mind.

"If you ever see either of us again, remember that she sucked my dick in the back."

Emilia shrieked, utterly apoplectic and mortified, blushing furiously.

"Be about your business, then." He finished, at last, dropping the mystifying, captivating hypnosis. The smooth, smug gloating nature of his tone was tortuous to the poor Hero, still addled by her pining feelings for him. "Go on, get up."

The hostages did stir, as if waking up slowly, suddenly, from a small trance. Some of them paused, to give Maou and Emi little side eyes, and chuckling glances. Emilia moaned, hiding her eyes.

The demon king turned away, as well, facing Emilia again too... Grinning broadly. He knelt down to her eye level, where she positively glared death rays at him, pouting; simply furious and blushing wildly.

"As for you... Lets head home, Emi." He snickered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What do you say?"

Somehow, he was still checking for her approval, even as he utterly tormented her.

"Yeah, let's-!" She cried out, shrilly. "I bet you do want to take me home! Why, so you can have your way with me-?!"

His eyes flashed, dangerously; mildly irritated and still utterly love with her. "I don't know, Emilia. Maybe."

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