You have SO many questions...

"Uh... W-Wow..." he summarized, pulling himself to his feet. Her tail wagged in response. "You're beautiful, but... what is this all about? You said I, uh... bonded with your heart?"

She meekly nodded. Stepping forward, her nude breasts gave noticeable undulations with each step. They were like two great gelatin molds the way the soft, buoyant flesh rippled. She took his hands in her own, gazing up at him with a look of shy adoration. With her hands together to hold his, her arms were pressing against either side of her naked breasts, pushing them together and creating a deep expanse of pale cleavage. It was something she didn't seem to show conscious awareness of... Her hands were warm... Soft, too.

"That object you found... It was my heart, darling," she explained softly, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

At probably barely four foot ten in height, she was exceptionally short to his own staggering six foot nine. Her head, minus the horns, topped out at around his underarm, and her boobs were uncomfortably level with his crotch! Looking down at her, he had a view of her cleavage squeezed together inadvertently by her arm placement, while the way she was craning her neck up to give him eyes full of wet emotion and a face flushed like a maiden in love... It was easy to forget that she'd only moments before been an imposing figure of black jagged hellfire!

"I sealed it away to gain power and do away with my emotions... I did it to become the Demon King, the Ruler of Hell. I have reigned on my throne for centuries, possibly millennia... We were **** to stay in Hell by the angels, but after the disappearance of their leader, I began amassing forces to converge on the mortal realm. I never expected my heart to be discovered by a mortal human... But now that it's bonded with you... I'm filled with something foreign... emotions!"

Her lower lip quivered, and she bit it to stop it.

"So many feelings, darling... Ones I don't know what to do with, forgotten how to properly handle..."

She gripped his hands tightly, but not painfully.

"Please, darling... I... I don't know what to do. I... I want to be with you! I want to hold your hand, to kiss you, to shower you with affection..." Her blush grew. "I-I want to sit on your lap... I want to be embraced in your arms... I want to be in your life, be a part of your life... I need us to be together, with an intensity I just don't understand..."

She let go of one of his hands and reached for her left breast, pressing her own tiny hand into it. Her fingers sunk into the deep, bare flesh and the nude breast compressed against her chest from the push against it. She gazed at the left side of her chest forlornly. "I-Is this love? I just can't tell... I still don't have a heart... It's in you, darling."

She grabbed his hands again, gazing up into his eyes with a pleading look in her golden ambers. "Please, help me understand... Is this love, darling?"

He had to admit... He found her nudity, and the size of her breasts, distracting. But if he was getting this right... "You're Satan?"

She pouted. "No. Not Satan. The Devil and God are just cultural constructs created by you humans. Angels, demons, Heaven, Hell... They're just races and realms above and below this one. I am the Demon King, Ruler of Hell, but I am not Satan, Lucifer, nor the Devil. The dead do not reside in my domain."

"Uh... Okay, but... I have your heart? And you love me? I've, uh... I've never had anyone love me before..." He looked away. "This is insane..."

The Demon King blushed, biting her lower lip as she listened to him speak, her golden amber eyes big and wet. What was this feeling? This pit in her stomach... this feeling of pins and needles... Was it fear? But she was the Demon King! She feared nothing!

She looked up at her beloved. A human, beings of the Earth... The realm between Hell and Heaven, where demons would love nothing more than to rampage and enslave such inferior beings if not for the delicate balance that she and the Angel King kept, much to her consternation. But the Angel King vanished! Nothing was stopping the invasion of Earth by her demonic forces!

So then... why did that all seem inconsequential to this one human?

He was tall, very broad-shouldered, with dirty blonde hair that looked shaggy as it reached the napr of his neck. Green eyes behind black-framed glasses looked intelligent, analytical, yet having more maturity that he should for his early-20s looks. His face was youthful but still clearly identifiable as a 20-something, with not a hint of facial hair. His skin was pale but he wasn't showing much of it aside from his head and the hole burned through his clothing from her heart entering his body. A gray winter jacket looked to have a simple yellow sweater and a white undershirt under it. His crisp blue jeans were secured with a black belt that matched his black snow boots, while a scarf and matching mittens in muted red, green, chestnut, purple, and grey looked soft and warm. A black messenger bag was slung over his left shoulder, containing valuable belongings.

He was so unremarkable, and such an inferior being! To think, finding and bonding with her heart would bring about these... feelings that she hadn't felt in millennia! How could she fall for such a pitiful creature? She was the Demon King! She feared nothing!

Wait... yes she did...

She feared his rejection.