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Lillith lie wide awake in her bed, frustrated and exhausted, yet unable too sleep. Her mind refused to stay quiet long enough for her drift off.

So much, yet so little had changed since she had been brought to Nazarick about a month ago. She was still a slave of sorts, but she was now limited to one master rather than many; which all things considered, was a pleasant adjustment. While he was rather cruel, (as a demon, that was literally just the nature of the beast) and quite physically rough with her, he at least provided her with food and her own quarters and didn't beat her bloody which was almost always a weekly ordeal at the brothel. Maybe it was the brain damage which she undoubtedly sustained with the blows to the head she was dealt, or the demon's supernatural ability to keep her psychologically under his control, perhaps even a form of Stockholm's Syndrome, but she felt...better about her current living situation.

Here in the Great Tomb of Nazarick she was given a decent and rewarding job to keep her mind and hands busy, and had Tuare to confide in whenever she wanted, so she wasn't as lonely as she was at the brothel, where they were caged in separate locked rooms for hours at a time and their clients were let loose upon them. The master she served however, was an enigma, inhuman and unpredictable. Calm, collected and refined (until behind closed doors), his true emotions (if he had any) were sometimes unreadable as he had diamond eyes hidden behind glasses and almost always wore a shark's grin.

She came to terms with the fact that he is a predator in every sense, and regarded him as such. He was exactly what a demon was expected to be, dark, cold, quiet and powerful. Something evil dressed like a man, only to disguise that he is something far more dangerous, leaving corruption of the mind and heart in his wake.

And he in turn treated her as prey. It was simultaneously terrifying and titillating. He exposed her to a level of fear she never thought conceivable. While the clients at the brothel could be brutish, as they were naturally bigger and stronger than her, an advantage that they often abused to cause her great harm; they were all limited to the fact that they were merely human. But Demiurge was an Arch Devil, his claws and teeth and tail living weapons, and had an arsenal of supernatural abilities at his disposal. He was dauntingly tall, unnaturally fast and strong and could easily outmatch anyone with strategic thinking alone. He was the Lead Strategist and Commander of the Defenses of Nazarick, and he had earned and was well deserving of that title. A simple backhand from him could kill her instantly, but despite his prowess he tended to use these superiorities to only frighten her into submission, rather than actually physically damaging her to any real extent. But that didn't make him any less terrifying.

He was an exquisitely evil and dominant master, to be feared and respected. He scared the absolute Hell out of her...and as much as she hated to admit it, she relished every moment it.

For the 5th time she rolled onto her side. Again she tried counting backwards from 100, and her thoughts repeatedly trailing back to the Guardian of the 7th Floor.

She never thought she would be attracted to someone like Demiurge. He wasn't overly muscular, he didn't have rugged good looks. He was more long-legged and lithe, though there was definitely the surprise of thick, corded muscle beneath his suit. His features were sharp, angular, but very pleasing to the eye. And yet...as she thought more about him, what she found most striking was his gemstone eyes, his pierced, pointed ears, his sharp fangs, his eagle-like talons and armored tail. As unusual as they were to her, they seemed to perfectly suit him; he had an alien quality that was so different from human men, and surprisingly, she realized, that that was the aspect that made him so exotically erotic.

The intimidating visage of his ice cold diamond eyes and predator's jagged smile had been effectively burned into her mind's eye. Still, she found him quite handsome with his regal and angular features, and his finely combed and slicked black hair and his silver ornate spectacles enhanced his intellectual attractiveness. The Arch Devil was an immaculate dresser, always donned in his signature tailor-fit vermilion pinstripe suit and ebony leather gloves...her mind drifted back to their last encounter, how feral he was as he took what he wanted from her. She flushed as she recalled how he fisted her hair and she made the demon moan as she served him on her knees. How he then violently ravaged her on the ground like an rut-driven beast. Lillith's blood heated and her heart started racing. He was so wild, so...predatorily beautiful.

Before Demiurge, she had never truly wanted to or even experienced a climax. At the brothel it was always forced, or faked. She had never found a shred of pleasure in it, and if it happened, it was simply a biological reaction to unwanted sexual stimulation.

Her first orgasm that she did not directly will her body to reject was with the Arch Devil. She didn't understand why or what it was, but something about the demon made her hunger for his rough discipline. She wanted him to desecrate, to control, to possess her. And now, Lillith thirsted for more and could not wait until he trapped her under him again. Warmth began to flood her bloodstream as she remembered the feel of him bearing over her, the silken texture of his organ in her mouth. The burning ache between her legs throbbed. Her hand traveled down her side, over her stomach...

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After the shutdown of Yggdrasil, Demiurge had developed and evolved faster than any of the NPCs of Nazarick. He rapidly grew into an expert manipulator, perfectly aligning into his role of lead strategist, torturer, and scientist. The human servant he was granted rights to by Lord Ainz had become one of his favorite experiments, and he found it to be fascinating how easily she fell under his sway, despite how he terrorized and sexually tormented her. He fully understood that her past of extensive abuse was heavily responsible, but despite being brought into better conditions and being assigned a new function, she still easily relapsed into playing her previous role of a pleasure slave just the same. This showed him that emotional development and stunting in humans is quite similar to how it relates in non-humans, but they are far less resilient to the effects of trauma.

He learned through Tuare's evaluation that even when some of her worst memories were erased by the aid of magic, trauma left scars on the psyche in much the same way it left scars on the body; and when even deeper psychological damage was wiped completely from memory it could still leave scratches on the surface, ghosts of the recollection. While the worst of Lillith's physical damage was healed, they did not alter her memories. This call was made by Demiurge (much to Sebas's dismay), so he could further study the human psyche and how trauma affects their actions and reactions.

This left his servant quite vulnerable to his manipulative influence and cruelty. She was easily frightened into all forms of submission, which he absolutely loved to take advantage of. At the first sign of insubordination he corrected her behavior as aggressively as possible, but with a traumatic method she would be familiar with, and she has yet to fail to kneel to him again. When she tried to conceal marks he had left on her from the butler, he made more, and made them almost impossible to hide (this one he took rather personally).

But what most intrigued him was how she not only accepted, but seemed to be learning to enjoy her punishment. She certainly was not his first human test subject, or slave, but she was the first human specimen to not completely recoil in terror or disgust at his touch, whether he was bringing the victim pain or pleasure. By the time he was done with his experiments, the normal subject would sob and beg to be released or for death, but this human did none of these things. She simply accepted, sometimes leaning into whatever fate he subjected her to. Perhaps this was some sort of defense mechanism of the mind designed to protect the psyche from further traumatic damage? It almost seemed to be responding to his aggression by releasing positive endorphins as well, rather than fear-stimulated adrenaline alone.

Whatever it was, he found this unusual change of pace to be grandly entertaining.

Demiurge reclined in the chair he had creatively constructed of Wyvern, Gryphon and human bones for Lord Ains (a gift he politely declined.) With a gold goblet of wine cradled in is in his right hand he relaxed for the night, settling into his seat, and cast the Distant Vision spell. Unbeknownst to Lillith he did this every night to ensure she did not wander the halls of Nazarick seeking out Sebas. He was an ultimately controlling master, and kept close tabs on anyone who was unfortunate enough to serve him. A flat screen displaying her quarters materialized before him, shimmering like the surface of a lake before it stilled and clarified like a mirror.

His servant appeared to be trying to get comfortable. She tossed to one side, then the other. Upon closer inspection, he almost dropped his drink at the startling sight unfolding. The human writhed under the sheets, a rise in the fabric between her legs and her soft, hazy expression of rapture a dead giveaway as to what she was doing. Shocked but undeniably intrigued, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away.

Sweat beaded on her face and her hair was plastered to her forehead, her eyes heavily lidded. She arched, her full lips parting and he could tell she was sinking a another finger into herself. He widened the watery screen, wanting as much detail as possible to this lewd but all too fascinating display. This was an act he had never witnessed himself; the closest he had seen to something like this was when he walked in on Albedo squirming in Lord Ainz's bed with her life-sized and eerily detailed body pillow. And had he not already announced he was entering the room and it not been so poorly timed and awkward for him to stumble upon, he probably would have stayed silent and watched out of curiosity. But this...this he would not miss.

Lillith was envisioning Demiurge forcing her down into the mattress, fragile and helpless under the demon's weight and strength. She inhaled sharply as she added a second finger, imagining it was his much thicker, pulsing cock sliding into her. A low moan escaped her lips as she used her other hand to drag her nails down her neck, scraping lightly, her mind seeing his fangs on her throat.

She remembered the dream she had the night after cleaning his quarters. How it initially seemed like rape but turned into something else entirely; he forcefully held her down and found a hidden bundle of nerves deep within her that she didn't even know existed, and took full advantage of it while sweetly torturing her with his sharp teeth.

She could feel him smirk against her neck when he murmured, "You like that, don't you?"

It was easily one of the most tantalizing acts Demiurge had ever witnessed. His pants were becoming increasingly too tight. He sneered and irritably pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose, borderline infuriated by how aroused he was from simply watching a lowly human servant pleasure herself. But it was indisputably arousing, and as an Arch Devil he never denied himself any form of pleasure unless it somehow benefited him or Lord Ainz to some end. The demon's hand drifted downward, experimentally passing over his hardening member, and he groaned; it felt far to good to refrain from joining her in self gratification.

"Damn it."

Demiurge begrudgingly set down the wine and palmed himself through his trousers, and groaned. He removed his aching organ from the confines of his pants, and ran his clawed finger gently, lightly from the head to the hilt. It stung sweetly like the touch of flame, sharp, precise and quick to fade.

He then cupped himself at the base, his lip curling. His smoldering gaze flickered back to his writhing servant, and slowly, smoothly, he stroked upward. He clenched his teeth and shuddered at the distantly familiar softness of his gloves against his own flesh; it had been far too long since he had indulged himself.

Lillith bit her lip and went deeper, softly stroking her inner walls. She then dug her nails into her shoulder, over the still-bruised area where Demiurge had grasped her. She cried out at the simultaneous pain and pleasure, one just as sharp and delicious as the other. She traveled back to her first time being taken by him, how the Arch Devil aggressively disciplined her for insubordination, gripping the back of her neck with his claws till she bled and viciously pounding her against the cold, hard table. There was no mercy or gentleness in his motions; It was violent, inherently primitive, and selfish lust. His cruel, possessive but still insanely arousing words still soaked her.

"I own you...now scream for your master."

Demiurge was rock hard as he shamelessly watched his servant touching herself with increasingly heated interest. Her cries of pleasure went straight to his cock and made him throb. He continued to pump himself slowly, his breath shallowing when he saw her plunge her fingers in deeper, the flush of her cheeks brightening as she cried out, her nails raking downward against her throat, leaving small red trails. That was an interesting detail. The demon wondered why she did that. Then Lillith moved her other hand to the most recent bruise he left on her shoulder, and punctured herself there, digging in deep and she moaned. He inhaled sharply, just as much from surprise as ecstasy. Did she really find pleasure in pain as he did?

'Fascinating...'

His eyes rolled back as he gradually picked up speed, lustful rapture burning through his every vein. The demon's tail coiled tightly, his head falling back against the chair and he hissed through his fangs.

She suddenly twisted over onto her stomach, the sheets sliding off her back. To his surprise she was completely nude. She arched her pale form with feline grace, and tossed her head back, her yellow tresses cascading over her back and shoulders like a golden waterfall over alabaster stone. A shaky cry fell from her lips.

She imagined him mounting her, his strong, lithe hands grasping her hip and shoulder, plunging himself in and out, fiercely taking all that he wanted. She remembered the feeling of his hot breath in her ear, his hateful animalistic snarls.

"Demiurge..." She moaned the Arch Devil's name, her orgasm drawing close.

His breath hitched in his throat and his hand froze mid-stroke. A milky bead of pre-ejaculate swelled from the slit of his glistening head and oozed down his shaft at the sound of her voice moaning his name with such intense desire, and he wasn't even in the room with her. And yet, it made a hot, red sun of jealousy rise in his chest; she was HIS to make writhe, HIS to desecrate, control and corrupt. Despite it being his name alone on her lips, her inadvertently proving that she can make herself climax to the thought of him, but without him diminished the extent of control he held over the human. He would not stand for that.

This behavior must be corrected.

A mischievous grin spread across his face, and he retracted his claws.

The demon waved his hand and the screen dematerialized and disappeared as he wiped it out of existence. He called upon Greater Teleportation , dropping through the floor like a ghost and into her room directly over the bed, landing heavily on top of her back.

Lillith screamed in utter terror at the sudden impact and appearance of her master, and was even more mortified that he caught her in the act. She flailed wildly in panic, trying to throw him off of her. The Arch Devil laughed cruelly at the bright red flush of embarrassment blooming on her face, and he grabbed her swinging arms, maneuvering her wrists into one hand, twisting them behind her at an uncomfortable angle. He grasped the back of her neck and shoved her front half down roughly, leaning over her. He lowered his face to her ear.

''You're so filthy...'' Demiurge hissed through clenched teeth, his voice dripping with black venom. His grip was definitely going to leave bruises, but to her surprise the needle-like pricks of his claws were absent.

'Where the Hell did he come from?!'

She was stone still, trembling with fear, heart still pounding hard from arousal and words of apology dying in her throat before fully forming as she was still in complete tongue-numbing shock. She was completely naked and felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, and knew he must be furious to find her doing something so taboo and unladylike.

"You absolutely disgust me..." He growled, his sharp, wolfish teeth grazing over her nape. His harsh words brought forth a murky wave of shame that washed over her, adding that much more weight to her emotional turmoil of fear and embarrassment. Lillith desperately wanted to cover herself but she didn't dare struggle with his fangs this close.

'He's going to rip my throat out for this!' She tensed, bracing for the pain. 'How could I be so stupid and careless?'

He released the back of her throat and trailed his hand lightly down her spine, over her rear and stopping. He shifted behind her, and she felt his extremely prominent and heated erection pressing into her backside. Her heart slammed hard into her ribs, and her senses starting reeling.

Demiurge raked his fangs over her neck again, promising to mar, and tempting death should a reckless slip cause a fatal puncture. He delighted in how she quivered, wide-eyed and defenselessly under him, like a frightened rabbit; knowing how absolute her fear was in this moment, he flicked his tongue over her flesh and he could taste it. Her lips split apart as she gasped when he drug his fangs over her hammering pulse.

He suddenly sank two digits of his gloved hand into her folds, feeling every bit of warmth and wetness she had to offer.

She arched against him and let out a strangled cry, her heart flipping into her throat at the unexpected but more than welcome invasion. The demon's fingers were so much thicker and more fulfilling than her own. Her legs shook weakly beneath them both.

His fingers sank lower, teasing the folds of her sex apart. Her body thrummed with heat and need; she shuddered and arched into him, moaning.

Demiurge drew a shuddering breath at the sound, and slid his digits in deeper, up to the knuckle. Lillith's walls tensed, quivering around them and she mewled, her voice climbing an octave higher, and she whimpered.

"Master!" She keened. The lovely sound grew louder as he curled his middle finger into her velvety heat, his breath releasing in deep, visceral sound that indicated he was thoroughly enjoying the wanton, writhing young female beneath him. She sank her teeth into her pillow, trying not to scream in pleasure.

A low chuckle emanated from the Arch Devil's throat, all too amused by this. His acute senses could smell her body's cry for ecstasy. He dragged his fingers out of her heat painfully, teasingly slow, and she squirmed under him, and whined at the loss of his warm fulfillment. She tried to push her hips back against them, desperate to get his fingers back inside of her but he cruelly held her in place, just out of reach, his grasp unforgiving on her aching, twisted arms. She glanced back at him, her eyes imploring, and she whined.

The Arch Devil then mercifully slipped his digits back in, moving with shallow thrusts, and the sounds coming from her turned high pitched and girlish; there was something of a tortured melody he found in them. His hand came to another abrupt halt, and she whimpered again in weak protest.

His cock felt like marble and his testicles ached with want for her. Before going any further, he wanted to see how responsive she was, what he might have to do to bring her to climax with his fingers alone.

"Beg me for more." He demanded through gritted teeth, thoroughly enjoying her desperate cries but hungry to hear her scream.

"L-Lord Demiurge...please..." Lillith begged, her voice strained, almost tearful. "Please...Master..."

He grinned carnivorously when he felt her clench. She was so very responsive and tender that this would be all too easy.

Satisfied with her pleas, he added a third digit before flexing his fingers in and out of her folds fluidly, moving quickly now. A throbbing heat unfurled in her loins, signaling her impending orgasm. She trembled and moaned shakily while he screwed three fingers into her opening. Lillith trembled under him as all of her muscles coiled tightly in need of release.

"Demiurge, please!" Her voice turned into a sweet, drawn out cry, already about to come for the Arch Devil.

She felt the shape of his sadistic smile grow against her neck, and he skillfully curled his fingers back inside her. Lillith twisted as much as she could under his restraint and keened, her high cry cresting into a scream as her fluids ran out and dripped on to the demon's fingers. Blinding heat of ecstasy tore through her small frame, and she went limp beneath him.

A pleased hum left his throat at how quickly she came for him and the surprising amount of fluids she released when all he did was finger her.

After that, he wanted more. Demiurge didn't even wait for the flutter of her inner walls to completely subside when he started slowly pumping his digits within her again. She moaned fervently, this time with strained distress in her voice. The Arch Devil's predatory grin spread wider as he had her practically sobbing beneath him, the rapture he brought her excruciating. His skillful fingers pulled loud, breathy cries from her lungs, and his servant wailed as her overly sensitized body convulsed against his hand, the strokes rapidly bringing her to a second climax; and she felt the result of his torment running down her legs. She struggled to remain upright beneath him, her legs now feeling boneless, her arms numb as they were still painfully folded crookedly behind her in his grasp.

Lillith then felt something warm and wet dripping on the small of her back. She glanced behind her to see his erection oozing a considerable amount of pre-ejaculate.

The Arch Devil was turned on as Hell.

Demiurge withdrew his dripping hand from her, and before her legs buckled beneath her from exhaustion he released her arms to grasp her hips, his claws now once again arming his fingers. He kept her upright and she looked back at him, and the demon's gaze was smoldering. His borderline psychotic, jagged grin told her he was far from done. She weakly pulled away; knowing what inevitably came next, she was still far too sensitive to handle his frightening girth. The Arch Devil roughly drug her back towards him with a frustrated snarl, his talons piercing her flesh until it yielded beneath the needle-like points. She winced and hissed in pain as he left eight stinging, deep red grooves on her hips. He reached for a fistful of her golden locks, winding his hand into her hair and pulling unforgivably. He used his grip to forcefully maneuver her weak and drained body to align with his, her entrance now flush against his fully engorged cock.

"Do NOT resist, or I will make this hurt." Demiurge rasped coldly. The demon ground his hardness intently over her slicked entrance, spreading her moisture in effort to get inside.

She glanced back at him, her eyes wide and pleading as she whimpered wordlessly for a shred of mercy, but the hateful and hungry gaze he stared back at her with told her he had none; he responded by pushing his steel-hard organ into her excruciatingly highly sensitized folds, and her arms shot out in front of her, clawing at the sheets as she screamed so sweetly for him. She writhed like worm impaled on a hook, her walls swollen into a much narrower channel from her orgasms, making her squeeze and mold even tighter around his burning member. Lillith felt every agonizing inch of his cock, every ridge and contour, every pulsing vein as he slid into her. A long, low groan ripped through his chest as he buried himself completely.

Demiurge's grip on her body tensed, talons still dug in deep, his other hand fastened in her hair. He was still for a moment, breathing strenuously, seemingly in awe of how ridiculously tight she was around him. The demon's lip curled, and he pulled back about 4 inches, and slammed back in, tearing another hoarse cry from her throat as she arched under him. Her slick passage involuntarily clenched around the demon's girth, trying to force him out. A hum of intrigue escaped his lips; it felt like a velvet hand tugging at his organ with a death-grip. He released her hair but maintained his cruel hold on her hip. Inclining forward, he used his free hand to balance as he lowered himself against her weakly twitching form.

"Now, tell me how it feels inside you." He hissed in her ear, his breath hot and she felt her face flush at his obscenely arousing command and how the lithe and powerful demon was pressed so close against her vulnerable naked body. Her hands dug into the bed at the angle shift, which forced him in deeper.

"...It...it almost hurts...it feels...too big now..." She stuttered between arduous breaths.

"It almost hurts?" He repeated, sounding somewhat sympathetic.

His hardened, hateful expression softened ever so slightly.

"...Yes..." She quietly confirmed, her voice containing a spark of hope that he may take it a little easier on her.

His wicked grin returned with a vengeance, and it was all fangs. The predatory hunger never left his eyes.

Not a chance in Hell.

"Good." He said through clenched teeth. And with that, the Arch Devil rolled his hips forward, plunging as far in as he could go.

Lillith wailed and tried to twist under him as he stretched her to the limit, the head of his cock crushing against her cervix. The Arch Devil moved his grasp to her wrists where he pinned them against the mattress with his weight, effectively restraining her as he began to viciously ram into her at a savage pace. His servant arched her back violently against his brutal assault, but he was inhumanly stronger than her and no matter how much she struggled, he did not give any leeway. Hot tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she bit down on her lip until it bled, riding out the pain. She drew breath after ragged breath as he mercilessly drove into her, and time seemed to crawl by at a snail's pace.

As much as it strained her tender internal tissues at first, each thrust's burning ache began to slowly subside, and started to give way to absolutely sinful pleasure. She relinquished her struggling, and allowed small cries to pass through her lips as the pain gradually faded away, which then deepened into moans.

He looked down at her, and smiled carnivorously; it was remarkable how quickly she accepted and adapted to his cruel methods of punishment.

The demon ramped up his brutal onslaught, and he watched his servant come undone once more beneath him. Her cries became more fervent and wanton, her body spasming weakly. Liquid heat pooled in her loins, her vision swimming with hazy lust, fuzzy white noise deafening her senses.

"Master..." She moaned for him, despite the pain he had subjected her to. Demiurge could smell arousal blooming from her all over again.

This human was a most interesting specimen.

The hot coil in her stomach burned white hot, building, rising higher and higher before finally imploding, her passage clamping snugly all around his organ, sucking him in deeper. Lillith screamed the Arch Devil's name, swearing it over and over like he were a deity all his own, every nerve in her body electrified.

A rumbling growl ripped through his chest, and he released one of her wrists to shift his hold onto her shoulder for a more secure grasp. Harder and faster he pounded through her release, huffing hotly into her ear.

But this was still a punishment, and he wasn't going to end this in an easy way for her. The demon suddenly pulled out of her, roughly flipping her over to face him. To her surprise, within mere seconds he maneuvered her rag-doll weak body to be sitting up with her back to the wall and he aligned his hips with her face. The Arch Devil took advantage of her still dazed state and gathered her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head while his other threaded through Lillith's hair, raising her face up to look at him. In the dimly lit room his diamond gaze glinted down at her with evil just as brightly as the ivory fangs in his predatory grin. It was a look that told her he wasn't going to make this pleasant.

'Oh, shit.'

Shoving his pulsing organ past her lips and into her mouth, Demiurge proceeded to fiercely fuck her face. His servant fought her gag reflex tooth and nail as he pushed past her uvula and she could taste herself on him; the Arch Devil didn't hold back whatsoever and his girth was thick enough to completely cut off her air supply as he fully sheathed himself to the hilt. Deeply he plunged into her throat, and when he pulled back she managed to inhale meager breaths of oxygen through her nose, her eyes blurring as they watered. It made it all too clear just how genuinely merciful he was being when he had allowed her to pleasure him at her own pace. But tonight, he was a truly unforgiving and merciless god and she was suffocating on his wrath. Luckily for her, his bruising, tightening grip on her wrists and hair signaled he was already edged, so she just had to hang on a little longer. His swollen head slammed repeatedly into the back of her skull, and she choked. She saw his tongue curl in pleasure over his fang as she gagged on his girth. He withdrew far enough for her to suck in a desperate breath, and he froze, locking eyes with hers.

"You'd better swallow." And that was the only warning she was given before he aggressively pushed her head down, bursting, forceful spurts of semen erupting from his organ, thickly coating the back of her throat.

The Arch Devil's head fell back and his jaw dropped in a silent cry, and then a filthy groan exploded from his chest as hot jets continued to flow with each throb, and Lillith obeyed, swallowing against him; if she failed she would have undoubtedly aspirated on the sheer volume he released. The heavy flow ebbed, and only after he had emptied himself entirely and his erection began wilting did he let go of her head. She surfaced gasping and coughing, but he on the other hand caught his breath rather quickly, his recovery inhumanly fast. The demon tucked himself away and rose from the bed, smoothing a hand over his hair and straightening his suit. He bent at the waist and lifted her flushed face to meet his with a claw under her chin.

"If I catch you misbehaving in such a manner again, I will have no choice but to put a shock collar on you." Demiurge said with a sharp grin.

As funny a comment it was, Lillith didn't dare laugh, because she knew he wasn't joking.