Blue Exorcist Lemons

Amiamon

Y/N was sitting in the forest, her eyes closed, surrounded by the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a distant bird. The scent of damp earth and pine needles filled her nose, grounding her in the quiet serenity of the place. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool autumn air fill her lungs, and slowly let it out, her breath misting in the chilly air. Her hand reached out to touch the rough bark of the nearest tree, feeling the gentle thrum of life beneath her fingertips.

Suddenly, she sensed a shift in the air, the atmosphere thickening with an unmistakable presence. Her eyes snapped open, and she was face to face with Amiamon, his green eyes.

Amiamon looked at her with a mix of curiosity and something else, something that made her heart race. He was dressed in unusual clothes and his green hair disheveled. His sharp gaze made her feel both exposed and intrigued. He spoke in a bored tone, "You have a unique aura, one that I haven't felt in a very long time."

Y/N's pulse quickened as she took in his words, unsure of what to make of the situation. She had heard tales of demons, but none had ever approached her so openly. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"I am Amiamon, demon king of Earth, what's your name" he replied, his voice as smooth as velvet, yet carrying the weight of a thousand secrets. His eyes bore into hers, searching for a reaction, a flicker of fear or perhaps, recognition. But all he found was a calm curiosity that seemed to amuse him.

Y/N swallowed hard, her hand still resting on the tree. She knew of Amiamon from the whispers at th academy, but she had never expected to meet him in person. "I'm Y/N, What do you want?" she managed to ask, trying to keep her voice steady.

Amiamon gave a small smirked, taking a step closer. "You know, most humans would be trembling in fear right now. But you, you're different." He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "I find you interesting." His voice monotone.

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly. "What makes me so interesting?" she questioned, her tone a mix of skepticism and courage.

"You're not like the others. You're not afraid of me." He paused, tilting his head to the side as he studied her. "I shall make you my queen."

The sudden declaration took Y/N by surprise. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a step back, her hand sliding down the tree trunk for support. "Your queen?" she repeated, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm not sure I understand."

Amiamon threw her over his shoulder, "You've been chosen, human. To stand by my side and rule over Earth" He stepped closer again, his hand reaching out to trace a line down her cheek.

Y/N struggled against his firm grip, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "I'm an exorcist!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in defiance. "I'm not meant to be any demon's queen!"

Amiamon ignored her statement, "Ah, but you see, that's where you're wrong," he said.

Her eyes widened in shock and she tried to push away from him, but his grip was too strong. She could feel the power radiating off of him, a seductive warmth that seemed to seep into her very soul. "I don't want to be your queen," she protested, her voice trembling.

"You don't have a choice," Amiamon murmured, as his hand exploring down her back, resting on her waist. His touch was gentle but firm, sending shivers down her spine despite her fiery protests. "Your fate is to stand beside me."

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger and determination. "Let me go!" she shouted, kicking and squirming in his hold. He gave her a firm smack on the backside, and she gasped, going still.

"You seem to like that," with that he gave her another a little harder. This time a moan escaped her lips instead of a protest. She blushed, and Amiamon seemed even more intrigued.