This lemon is the uncut version of the “While You Wait” section of “Zenkirella.” Hope you enjoy.
 

Zenki walked at her forcefully, and she instinctively took quick steps back, foolishly thinking he would simply run her over and keep going. Her back hit a wall.

He thrust his arms forward, and his powerful palms slammed against the wall on either side of her, boxing her in, as he had been boxed in stone all those years. Trapped. Unable to move until someone released him. He was so close that Chiaki could feel his breath beating down on her.

“Do I frighten you?” There was no mockery in his tone, no joke. He wanted to know. He wanted to know how far he should take this.

She felt herself becoming red and warm, and though she was afraid of the feeling... “No, Zenki. You don't frighten me.”

His arms slid down the walls as his muscles relaxed and he lurched toward her. In a quick and graceful movement, he undid the hooks in his armor and allowed it to drop to the floor in a careless heap. His cotton shirt hung loosely outside his tattered pants.

His bruised hands found her waist, his cut lips found her neck, and she tried to breathe but couldn't as he started trailing kisses up and down her throat.

A horrible creature had been defeated... by Zenki... for her. He was in pain, but the pain only made him aware. It kept him sane and it reminded him that he COULD feel. He was a demon, but he was not made of stone.

He realized tonight that he would do anything for her. She was dearer to him than his own life and more important to him than pain.

They were inside each other’s minds when they formed the Demon Lord of Light. He learned what she wanted; she learned not to be afraid. And now, given a body of Light, he could undo his seals at any time.

When Chiaki breathed, it was a moan. She pushed her hips away from the wall and into his. Her leg hooked around his back and held her closer to him. Her arms curled around him and grasped his firm, undulating shoulder blades underneath his shirt, rippling muscle under smooth skin. She started to remove his shirt, wanting to see more of him. Zenki separated himself far enough from Chiaki to allow her to completely remove his shirt. She was amazed at the sight of his body. Her eyes trailed from his neck, to his broad shoulders, to his powerful arms and well-developed chest and abs.

“Zenki...” Chiaki breathed.

Zenki’s eyes flashed white with pure power at the soft sound of her voice. His lips locked unto hers and he finally kissed her. He had never admitted that he started having feelings for this small, strange human girl, not to himself, and especially not to her. In turn, as she got to know him, Chiaki started to have feelings for Zenki.

Chiaki ran her fingers through his long, fiery red hair, trying to remove the piece that tied his hair back. Zenki, in turn, removed the pieces of elastic from her hair, her locks tumbling down her back, running his large hands through her hair.

His hands continued down the sides of Chiaki’s body and ripped her robe off to reveal somewhat large, yet firm breasts and a toned stomach. Zenki knelt down to her level and started trailing kisses from her neck down to her chest. He licked her right breast while his hand massaged the left. Chiaki’s breath quickened, coming out in gasps and pants. She had never experienced such pleasure before. Zenki then began licking her left breast while massaging the right.

Zenki had once said that she would never find a guy — when the right one just happened to have been right in her own backyard for the last 1200 years. He realized that he had been wrong about that. He would protect her from whatever danger she would face. She would never face it alone.

Chiaki’s hands flustered and fidgeted with the knot that was holding Zenki’s pants up.  His hands ran down the length of her hips, and he slouched down to grasp the backs of her bare thighs. With one rough tug, he pulled her around his waist and brought her up to level with him. It took one hand and very little effort to tear off her panties.

Zenki then laid Chiaki down on the wooden floor. She was wondering what he’d do next. Chiaki felt her legs being spread apart. Was that his tongue she was feeling inside her? Her pleasure intensified as she started gasping and moaning out Zenki’s name. She couldn’t help but move her hips in response.

Chiaki had lost all sense of time as Zenki continued pleasuring her with his tongue, while his hands were caressing her body. Her breathing was rapid. Chills ran up and down her spine as Chiaki screamed out with pleasure. She didn’t know how much more she could take, and the best was yet to come.

“How was that, shrine girl?”

“I’ve never felt anything like this before, Zenki. That was amazing.”

“The best is yet to come.”

Zenki then took her hips and started to enter her slowly. He could see that tears of pain were starting to fall on Chiaki’s cheeks.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just keep going.”

Zenki pushed further inside her until he reached her barrier. He backed out a few inches, and with one thrust he broke through it. Chiaki cried out in pain. Slowly, the pain started to ease as he moved, at a slow pace at first. Chiaki then wrapped her legs around Zenki’s waist. He moved faster. Chiaki’s cries of pleasure were music to his ears. Zenki began grunting and growling with pleasure.

He started moving even faster, his grunts and growls getting louder. Chiaki’s cries turned into screams of pleasure.

“More… give me more, Zenki. Please.”

Zenki was more than happy to oblige her. He started moving faster and faster until they both climaxed. They both started gasping for air. Zenki recovered first. He then rolled over to his side so that he wouldn’t crush Chiaki, stroking her hair. After a while, Chiaki closed her eyes and fall asleep.

*I never would have thought that she would look so peaceful when she’s asleep,* thought Zenki. *She looks beautiful when she’s not pissed.*

Tonight, they started a new life — not as master and shikigami, but as friends and lovers.
 
There were so many things about his past that he had forgotten. But he would make sure he would never forget this night.

END