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"So... now what?"

Laharl sat at his throne, head resting on his hand, his other hand popping cheese puffs into his mouth.  It had been only a few days since he and his forces had defeated Seraph Lamington, and things were pretty quiet.  Most of the residents were sleeping in, taking well-deserved breaks after all the commotion.  The Rosen Queen Company stores were closed temporarily for restocking or whatever the hell businesses do, and there were lots of empty rooms at the hospital.  It was so quiet that Laharl could hear a breeze coming from the back wall - the castle was getting old.  "There's got to be some ass around here that I can kick," he said.

Floating next to him was Etna, who had no business there.  She was likely waiting for the right moment to be a bitch.  "Prince, you should get a hobby," she advised.  "The off-season is going to be really dull for you if you don't find something to entertain yourself."

"Like what?"

"Hm... boys your age usually start getting interested in porn."

Laharl nearly choked.  Etna giggled with sadistic pleasure.

"I'm going for a walk," Laharl said as he hopped off of his throne, flustered.

 

Laharl trudged off to the courtyard.  Save for a few monsters and a prinny or two, it was pretty empty.  He heard a high-pitched squeal of his name.  The voice belonged to Flonne, who leaped off the bench and ran towards him.  Laharl had been sorting things out with Earth's forces and Celestia for the last few days, so she didn't have much of a chance to interact with him since their last battle.  However, she seemed to have been waiting for him here - considering the alternatives, there wasn't much reason to hang around.  "Hi Laharl," she said once she caught up to him.  "Whatcha doin'?"

"Walking," Laharl replied in a snarky tone.

"Okay... Well, um, I just wanted to see if you were busy."

"Nope.  There's nothing to do around here."

"Maybe you need a hobby?"

Laharl grimaced slightly, remembering Etna's suggestion.

"Like... what?"

"I dunno.  You could start watching anime."

"Sounds boring."

"It's not!  Sometimes it's really fun!"

Flonne thought for a second.

"Hey, why don't you come watch something with me?" she suggested.  "I've been watching an anime that I think you... might like."

Laharl was doubtful, but he had nothing better to do.  "Alright, I guess I'll give it a shot."

"Yay!" squeaked Flonne as she grabbed his arm and dragged him to her room.

 

Flonne's laptop was hooked up to a medium-sized TV.  The quality left something to be desired, but importing anime to the Netherworld for more crisp visuals was much more expensive than it was really worth.  Most of Flonne's room was adorned with lace and dominated by the color pink.  It was small and couldn't fit much, so the only furnishings she could fit were a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and the small stand for the TV to sit on.  On the floor next to the stand was a PS2.  Lying on top of it was the case for a game called "Prism Rangers: Seven Lights of Justice."  It was signed by Prism Red himself as a gift to one of his biggest fans.  Laharl and Flonne sat on the floor in front of the TV, legs crossed.  Suffice it to say that Laharl did not feel at home in this room.

 

"So... it's a show about cute girls doing cute things."  This was Laharl's analysis of the show after a few episodes.

"It's more than that," insisted Flonne.  "It's about the power of friendship and music!"

"Is the rest of the show going to be like this?"

"Well... yeah, pretty much."

Laharl began to stand up to leave.

"Wait!" cried Flonne.  "We could watch something with action instead!"

"...Whatever.  Just load something up."  Laharl remembered that he still had nothing better to do.

Once he sat back down, Flonne started typing something, then paused.  "Laharl," she said, "there's... a reason I wanted you to come here."

"Huh?"  Laharl wasn't really listening.

"I just wanted to say... thanks."  This caught his attention.

"Wait, what?"

"I wanted to say thanks for everything you did for me.  Like letting me live here in the Netherworld, getting my necklace back from Mid-Boss, fighting Lamington to save me, that stuff."

Laharl could think of nothing to say in response, so he just looked back at the TV.  Flonne scooted closer to him.  He was too busy spacing out to notice, so she took the chance to get nice and close to him.  Laharl looked back at her and was slightly startled.  Her face was uncomfortably close.  At that moment, Flonne leaned in and kissed him on the lips.  He was too freaked out to move, so he just sat there and took it.  But in that moment, Laharl felt a warmth in his heart, which was something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Flonne quickly sat back up.  "I-I'm sorry," she said softly, her face turning red.  "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomf-"

Before she could finish, Laharl grabbed her and kissed her back, holding her as close to himself as possible.  Flonne put her arms around him, and they slowly made their way to the ground.  What am I… what the hell is this, thought Laharl.  Did that angel freak put a spell on me or something?  Laharl lay on his back as Flonne sat up on top of him.  She started untying her numerous ribbons.  

"Wait, what are you doing?" Laharl asked.

"I guess I should have taken some of them off earlier," said Flonne.

"No, I mean, why are you taking them off?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No, that's why I'm asking."

"Just be quiet for a second..."

Once she had finally removed all the ribbons, the rest of her clothing slipped off, leaving only her red leotard.  She pulled the straps down so her bare chest was showing.  The red of her leotard matched the red that Laharl's face had turned.

"W-w-what..."  Laharl was unable to formulate any words beyond that.  He panicked and tried to get up, but quickly realized that he was unable to move, not because Flonne was on top of him, but... well, that actually had a lot to do with it, not to mention she was half naked.  Laharl had a natural weakness for women with sexy bodies, but flat-chested girls never had an effect on him.  So, why was he feeling so weak now?

Flonne moved down to Laharl's pants and unbuckled his belt.  He had a much better idea of what was going on now.  Flonne pulled his pants down and revealed his genitals.  He was already fully erect.  It was no horse wiener, but it would suffice.  Now, Flonne thought, time to put what I learned from those videos Etna showed me to work.

She started by massaging the shaft with her tongue, gradually moving up to the tip.  After a few seconds, she looked up at Laharl's face to see if she was doing it right.  He looked like he was having a seizure.

"Laharl, this isn't going to work unless you relax!" Flonne said angrily.

"Believe me, I'm trying."  This is what Laharl would have said if he could speak.  Flonne sighed.  "Maybe I should have eased into it more..."  She gave Laharl a minute to relax.  Once he caught his breath, he sat up.  "Alright, that's enough excitement for one day," said Laharl as he stood up and made for the door.

"Wait!  Where are you going?" Flonne asked.

"I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't.  It's too much."

"...I see.  I'm sorry for forcing you into something like that.  I just really..."  She was unable to finish.  Laharl walked out of the room.

 

Laharl sat alone in the throne room, still bored with himself.  He finally managed to get his mind off of the encounter with Flonne, but there was some strange feeling of emptiness within him, and all he could think about was cute girls playing instruments.  He was about to pop another cheese puff into his mouth, but dropped it back in the bag.  They just weren't doing it anymore.  Etna walked in with a solemn look on her face.  "Prince, we need to talk," she said.

"Uh?"  Laharl couldn't muster up the strength to sound like he was listening.

"It's about Flonne."

Laharl was listening.

"She hasn't come out of her room for days," said Etna.  "I'm starting to get worried.  Usually by this time she's already running around giving people diabetes with that super-cheery attitude."

"...Yeah, so what?" said Laharl.

"So go do something about it."

"Why me?"

"It obviously has something to do with you.  You went in her room days ago, came out, and she hasn't left since."

"H-how do you know I was in her room?"

"A very helpful prinny told me he saw Flonne dragging you to her room."

Laharl remembered seeing a prinny or two in the courtyard.

"Prince, what happened in there?" Etna said in an accusing tone.

"Nothing," said Laharl.

"Yeah, I'm sure.  Look, if you don't want to talk to me then fine, but at least go talk to Flonne.  Maybe you don’t care, but everyone else is worried."

"What are you gonna do, force me to?  I'm the damn Overlord!"

"And I still have those pictures."

Laharl left his throne without hesitation and walked quickly towards Flonne's room.

 

Laharl knocked on Flonne's door and entered at the sound of a half-hearted groan.  He saw her sitting on the floor watching some cutesy-looking anime on her laptop.  It looked like she hadn't bothered putting any of her other clothes back on - she was wearing only her leotard.  She looked up to see who was at the door, then quickly looked away.  Laharl wasn't sure what to say, so he started with small talk.  "Uh... whatcha watching?" he asked.

"Just some show.  You wouldn't be interested."  Flonne's voice was dark and cold.

Laharl walked over and sat down beside her.  Her face was red.  It looked like she had been crying.  When Laharl took this in, he realized what was going on.  He decided that he should at least try with her.

"Actually, this looks kind of cool," he said.  Flonne was silent for a few seconds, then said, "It's a show about a bunch of girls in high school.  One of them is obnoxious, one of them is kind of an airhead, one is just a little girl who skipped a bunch of grades, one is quiet, and then there's another girl who nobody cares about."

"Can I, uh, watch it with you?" Laharl asked.

"...Okay," said Flonne.

They watched until the end of the episode.

"That was... good," said Laharl.  He was never much of an actor.  Flonne had nothing to say in response.  They sat there until the credits were over.  Laharl took a deep breath.  "Hey Flonne, about the other day... I didn't mean to... no, wait... I wanted... uh..."  He couldn't find the words.

"It's okay," said Flonne.  "I know you didn't mean anything by it."

"Then why haven't you left your room?"

"Because I..."  Tears welled up in Flonne's eyes.  Laharl finally understood.  He pulled her close and kissed her deep.  That warm feeling in his heart that he felt the other day had come back.  He then looked Flonne directly in the eyes and said, "I'm ready.  Let's do this."

 

Once more Laharl lay on the floor, except this time he wasn’t paralyzed with fear.  Flonne moved down to his crotch so she could pick up where she left off.  She began licking the shaft of Laharl’s penis from bottom to top, then massaged the head with her tongue.  She could hear slight grunts coming from him, so she must have been doing something right.  Lacking any real experience, Flonne decided to time herself on each action – after thirty seconds, she slowly took the entirety of his penis into her mouth, and began steadily sucking it.  The warmth Laharl felt in his heart was moving downward quickly.  Another thirty seconds, and she began to gradually increase in speed, going faster with each passing second.  As she finally reached top speed, she heard a loud “ack!” from Laharl and felt a soft, creamy liquid shoot into her mouth.  This must have been what Etna called “cum.”  It meant she apparently did a good job.  Still, her job was far from over.

Flonne swallowed everything, then took her mouth off the penis.  She stood up and removed the rest of her leotard.  Laharl looked up and saw every inch of Flonne’s beautiful body.  Despite her flat chest and lack of curves in general, he still found her body sexy enough to feel his own weaken a bit.  Flonne spread her legs and positioned herself just above his penis, which was still standing straight up.  She lowered herself and slowly took in his penis.  It hurt a bit at first, but began to feel good after a few seconds.  She managed to get it all the way in.  She let out a little moan so cute that Laharl nearly had a heart attack.  The main event had finally begun.  Flonne lay on top of Laharl, looking right at his beet-red face.  She moved her hips back and forth, sweat streaming down her forehead and back, letting out more of those cute little moans with every motion.  She felt so good that she forgot to time herself.  She managed to naturally get into the groove, instinctively beginning to move faster.  Her moans grew louder, as did Laharl’s.  Remembering the video Etna showed her, she moved her tail downwards and inserted the tip into his anus.  Laharl’s face suddenly contorted, giving Flonne a look that said “what the FUCK was that?” which made her giggle.  She moved the tip of her tail in and out of him with the same rhythm as she moved her hips.  Laharl’s hips began to move with hers, and her moans grew louder.  Soon they were moving as fast as possible, then suddenly stopped as they reached the climax.  Cum shot into Flonne’s womb like a fire hose as she and Laharl both let out a loud wail.  Flonne fell onto Laharl’s body, breathing heavily.  She looked up and saw his face.  Gazing deeply into his eyes, she saw something she had been waiting for all this time – love.  She and Laharl shared one more deep, loving kiss.

 

“I hope I did alright,” Flonne said.

“I guess it was nice,” Laharl replied, trying to sound as nice as possible but still being too stubborn to give any real praise.  Flonne knew him well, so she knew this meant she did just fine.

Both of them were still lying on the floor, drenched in sweat.  Laharl may have been too proud to admit it, but he was just as satisfied as Flonne.  He felt comfortable holding her in his arms, and wanted to just lay there with her for hours.  All the pink and lace in the room didn’t even nauseate him.  Suddenly he remembered – he still needed to find a hobby.  “So… um… Flonne, are there any more of those animes we can watch?” asked Laharl.

“Yeah,” said Flonne, “there’s like, a thousand.”

“Wow.  Where do we start?”

“Actually, Etna was telling me about one that she said was really good.  Maybe we can watch that next.”

“Well, what is it?”

“I think she said it was called Boku no Pico…”