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Demiurge had every intention of training Lillith and keeping her captive for at least five days at the ranch, but more pressing matters in Nazarick required his immediate attention. His selfish desire of sexual torment would have be be cut short for now, which was quite frustrating. He ended up having to keep his word of remaining only forty-eight hours to his servant after all.

"He chained you and starved you for 2 days?!" Tuare could not believe what Lillith had just had confided in her. "That's where you've been?!"

Lillith kindly left out the fact that she was stabbed in the neck with a drug-loaded syringe and and basically abducted. Not to mention being spit-roasted by her master and a Doberman.

"He did, but I wouldn't say starved; I was still being fed, but certainly not enough." Lillith told her.

And for some strange reason she still found herself craving the sweet maple and bourbon seasoned steak he had fed her.

After returning to Nazarick and eating more wholesome meals and getting 3 nights worth of 8 hour sleep, she was now coherent enough to see that the 'retraining' he put her through was actually a torture of sorts.

"And apparently, he can enter and control my dreams." She added.

"I didn't know he could do that!" Tuare said with disbelief.

"As an Incubus, he apparently can."

"I knew he was a demon, but I didn't know he was an Incubus!" Tuare was just as surprised as she was. "No wonder he's so...what's the word...carnal?"

"I know, now it makes total sense...and it's odd, he doesn't have horns or wings on his hips like Albedo does, and she's a succubus." Lillith noted.

"I was wondering where you had been. I looked everywhere for you around the tomb. I honestly thought he might have killed you." Tuare admitted.

"I can understand why. I thought I was dead for sure when I forgot to restock his towels." Lillith said as she anxiously ran a hand through her hair. "I slipped them into his bathroom, but he still knew."

"I gathered something went horribly wrong when I saw the crater in your bathroom wall. Did he punish you for forgetting?"

The memory of Demiurge's immaculate dripping wet body grinding her into the wall briefly flashed through her mind. Lillith couldn't help but blush.

"In a way..." Lillith said quietly, averting her eyes.

"Should I let Sebas know what he has done?" She suggested, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"No...I'm afraid it'll only make things worse." Lillith sighed. "I don't understand him...he seems...bipolar now? Before this, his madness had an order to it and I at least had a general idea of what to expect...but now his nature flips on a dime."

"Please be careful...I won't tell Sebas, but if it gets worse, you need to tell him or Lord Ainz. Something has to give." Tuare urged her.

Lillith nodded, but knew very well it would be useless, as she had no real protection or anyone other than Sebas who cared what happened to her here.

As a human slave, she was seen as a disposable tool. Or in her case, a mere toy for demon.

The next day, Lillith headed to the kitchen for her lunch break to visit Tuare as usual. She ate and patiently waited, but her friend never met her. Assuming she got busy, she resumed her usual chores. But not once did she pass her in the hallways, which was rather odd. She went to her quarters, her concern growing, but she could not find Tuare nor Sebas anywhere. As she searched she overheard Alpha Yuri, one of the Battle Maids of the Pleiades say she had been abducted by the Eight Fingers gang, and Lillith then realized the prisoner she witnessed Demiurge torture and murder had been one of their members.

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Demiurge exited the meeting room quietly, and watched as the Battle Maids of the Pleiades turned the corner down the hallway.

Command of the operation had fallen to him (to Sebas's dismay), and he arranged for Tuare's rescue and the destruction of the eight hideout locations of the gang. He looked forward to ripping every single one of them apart as they had collectively spat in the faces of the Supreme Ones by daring to lay a hand on someone under the protection of Ainz Ooal Gown, despite the fact that it was a lowly human.

But he put that on the backburner; at the moment, there was only one person he wanted to tear wide open.

He stood next to the door and waited; as Shalltear Bloodfallen walked out, the last to leave, he silently stepped up behind her and clenched his hand over her mouth and violently twisted her arm behind her back at a painfully unnatural angle. His tail slid under her throat, the spikes threateningly pressing into her jugular. Her muffled cry was stifled by his glove.

"If you EVER disrespect me before our subordinates again, I'll slam a stake through your heart, rip your head off and burn your body so you can never be resurrected." He hissed venomously in her ear before hurling her to the floor with enough force to shatter a mortal's bones.

Shalltear bounced hard and rolled, before scrambling to her feet in an enraged panic, nearly tripping over her own dress ungracefully.

"How dare you assault me!" She spat, her crimson eyes burning red hot with rage. She stomped towards him, and he held his ground. "Wait until I tell Lord-"

"Go right ahead!" He cut her off. "Tell him how you childishly belittled your Commander when you were ordered to stand down, as he was providing instructions to his acting army and he disciplined you accordingly." Demiurge snarled through bared fangs, his unbridled rage causing Hellfire to erupt around him.

Shalltear had no comeback. She just blankly stared at him through the crackling flames.

"I'm sure he'll jump right to your side on this one." He added, his voice dripping with sarcasm, flicking his wrist back in her direction condescendingly as he turned his back, the flames diminishing.

She didn't dare try to follow and fight him. While she was just as powerful as he was as they both were created by Supreme Beings, for anyone to approach him from behind when he was pissed was downright foolish, if not suicide. His acute hearing would detect her and his tail spikes would plunge through her skull with pinpoint precision.

He left the adolescent vampire shocked and enraged in the hall; but she knew he was right. She had no ground to challenge him, as everyone present had witnessed her call him a jerk and chastise him for advising she stand down from being involved in the operation as he was concerned she would lose herself to her blood frenzy. His politely given order was not unreasonable. And she was still far too young and immature to control that side of herself properly. Still, not getting her way, she behaved like a child.

While the Arch Devil experienced a frenzy of sorts himself when he could smell blood, he was experienced enough to keep himself composed and still make coherent decisions under its powerful influence. She, on the other hand, had completely lost herself and wound up being controlled by a World Level Item and she ultimately tried to defeat Lord Ainz, which resulted in her destruction. All which had could have been easily avoided if she had a firm grip on her blood thirst.

The Commander of Defenses would wisely never take a chance on her again. As a Guardian it was his duty to ensure the safety of his Lord above all else.

When he was out of her sight, Demiurge stormed to the 7th Floor. He was beyond furious. If she were not anointed by the Supreme Ones as a Guardian, he would have snapped her neck then and there.

There was only one person he could take his rage out on without consequence.

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The Arch Devil took hold of her hands and pinned them, for about the fifth time now, to the bed, and brought his face close enough to hers so that she couldn't help but catch his gaze.

"You want to pretend not to want this? Fine. Let's pretend." Demiurge's voice was crisper, darker than before. He finished his sentence by thrusting into her hard, sheathing himself up to the hilt, rolling his hips and then doing it all over again, and let out a low and airy moan.

Lillith coughed from the abrupt force of Demiurge's thrust.

She was not wet, nor ready; she felt him tear her, and it burned like Hell. She had no idea how they ended up here, or why he was so angry and taking it out on her.

The memory of when he was chained in the dungeon and threatened to rape her to death for her insubordination flitted through her mind. Those words now scared the Hell out of her. This was what he meant, and his size and inhuman strength meant this would be nothing but excruciating. Even it he killed her for it later, she had to resist. He'd tear her apart if she didn't.

Her hands flew from his limp hold and dug deep into his shoulder in reaction to the agonizing pain. He ignored her escape and the fact she had just broken the most important rule, and picked up his pace until it became ruthless, punishing almost. She gritted her teeth as she tried to brace herself.

The fact that he let the unpermitted touch go unaddressed meant this had to be a lucid dream, but even that offered no relief from the all too realistic sting of torn internal tissues.

"Master, STOP. Please-" She whined, and then whimpered when he laughed into the crook of her neck. "It hurts!"

"Mmm, just like that.." His voice was low, weighed down by laden arrogance.

"Ugh, please, get off of me!" She shouted. The demon turned his head and bit on to her neck with a hidden smile.

He seemed to be getting off on her fighting him, which was opposite to how he usually reacted. Twice before he had ordered her not to resist him or he would cause her pain. But now he wasn't just indirectly causing pain as he fucked her, he was intentionally hurting her. This was just blatant cruelty. What the Hell was happening?!

"You're so good at this." He hummed.

"Stop RAPING me!" She roared, irritated more than anything at this point.

"I think you would be far more upset if I were raping you, human." He answered, and licked her cheek.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked.

The Arch Devil rose a hand and fisted it in her hair, jerking her head back until she was forced to stare him straight in the eye.

"Because you want me to."

His echo hummed in the air around her. She glared at him, using the connection of their eyes as a distraction. Her gaze flickered over his face -his crystalline eyes, the wretched curl of his sneer- and grew hotter and hotter with animosity.

"Fuck you." She snarled. Lillith was sure that would stop him, even if just for a moment. It stung so much, she needed just a few seconds of relief, even if there was Hell to pay later.

His sneer stretched, and he lowered himself for another bite at her neck.

"Such appropriate slander." Her face flushed anew and her nostrils flared violently. To her displeasure, it had the opposite effect.

She was insanely pissed off at him. Something had changed, there was genuine cruelty and hate in everything he was doing, not just his usual demonic sexual aggression.

"Demiurge, please! If this is my dream then why won't you stop?!" She started flailing as best she could, gaining more rage and more fervor the longer he laughed at her. Feeling her wriggling growing out of hand, he took hold of her arms and held them up in the air.

"Because you want to fight me. And I want to fuck you. This is our happy medium." He spoke sharp and level, firmly pressing her arms down to the bed as his words sank in. Lillith was rather speechless. Was that really what was going on? That was the logic he was using to justify this? Even if it was just a dream? She jerked sharply against his grasp.

"You're twisted. Let go of me!" She shouted. Demiurge responded by resuming his grind.

"Mmm, that's right. Fight me." He murmured, and twisted his hands around her wrists, tightening until she winced.

He lowered his head and bit raggedly along her clavicle. She tried to fidget away, but it was useless. She felt her face grow hot with the sheer force with which he was thrusting into her, and felt her entire body glaze over from the sharp and hard pressure of pain that he inflicted onto her tender flesh. She continued to struggle, before slowly realizing that that was what he wanted... All the while, she fought to ignore the steady thump of her own despicable desire pulsing in the background. Lillith was useless in the fight against the demon's quickening onslaught.

Why was he so angry with her? Why did this feel so different from her other dreams with the demon?

Her body wouldn't listen to her mind, and her mind itself was becoming more and more distant. Her mouth gaped open as she took in rough and heavy breaths, trying desperately to focus on not succumbing to Demiurge's sinful undulations. He wanted her to fight, and so she was trying her best to remain indifferent. She focused so hard on everything not Demiurge, that everything around her started to fade. She didn't know how much time was going by, what the Arch Devil was doing to her, what she was doing in response. All she knew at that moment was her breathing...

"See how compliant you are?" Demiurge's voice rang clear as day through her haze.

"The moment I take control you stop fighting." He continued.

Lillith peeped open her eyes, allowing herself to come back to the moment, to find herself utterly writhing beneath the demon. Her arms, once fighting feverishly against him, lay languid and lifeless on either side of her face. Demiurge's grip on them was just enough to support himself. She turned her head back to him, and inevitably locked herself in his gaze.

"You want this. You want me to control you, so that you have an excuse to lay back and enjoy it." He muttered, his own breathing coarse and ragged.

Lillith drew in a deeper breath, causing her chest to rise and brush up against him. She rolled her head back, and let out a breathy moan, a moan that soon turned into frustrated groan.

He was all over the place, none of what was happening made sense; she couldn't pin down what this was really about.

"No. I will not give in to you." She bit out, and looked back when the demon started laughing. She drew her brow on this, suspiciously. "Not when you are being like this."

"Who said anything about giving in? It's called pleasure. Pure, innocent, guilty, pleasure." He said, mockingly, and rolled them both so she sat astride him.

"You want to control you, and you want me to control you. But there are two forms of control -submissive, and dominant. And you, my servant, want both." He said, with a wicked, dastardly grin. Lillith continued to look puzzled, almost forgetting the fact that he was still pressing heavily inside her. They were both sitting nose to nose, and as Demiurge finished his sentence, he leaned back to lay on the bed -still holding her arms captive.

"You want control? All you have to do is take it from me." He said, and released her hands. "Good luck."

Demiurge's daring words seemed to echo through her mind, holding more impact than initially registered. She felt awkward for a moment, not quite sure what to do as she sat straddling the demon. She kept her eyes locked with his, and examined the haughty expression on his face. This was a test, no, a challenge -a game. She would not lose.

"This is my dream." She gritted her teeth with the affirmation and leaned forward to rest her hands on the demon's chest. He tensed, but did not stop her.

"I control what happens." She muttered again, stronger this time.

Something powerful was starting to flow and sway within her then, a kind of deep realization that could only be fathomed within the lost depths of her subconscious; but that was where they were, and so while completely unobtainable, it was, in that moment, there and clear as day. If this was Dream Demiurge, then everything he was saying was a reflection of her own mind, right? Telling her things she already knew. And if it wasn't...

"This is MY dream. I can take, and I have control here." She said, stronger this time. "You hold no power over me here."

But she couldn't have been more wrong, or chose her words more poorly. Completely contrary to what she assumed, Demiurge, as an Incubus, was well at home in his domain of the dream world; and just as he was within the physical world, he was inhumanly stronger than her, and always would be. There were not two versions of him, or a figment of him in her dreams that was under her sway. What she saw and spoke with now was her master in the astral flesh.

Then, as her words sank in, something in his eyes shifted, and if the hood was being drawn.

She didn't know if it was seconds or minutes that ticked by as they lay in that position, but as time passed and they stared at one another, something in Demiurge's demeanor changed yet again. He wrapped his fingers tight around her arms, making his grip painful. He flipped them again, regaining his original position of power.

The next thing Lillith registered was the pound of hard and cold stone against her back and the shadowing portrait of the Arch Devil as he loomed over her. They were no longer on her bed, they were in the dungeon. In a flash, Demiurge had pinned Lillith again to the ground. His hands gripped her forearms, keeping her still, as he brought himself face to face with her shocked and winded expression. Lillith found herself breathless as she lay beneath the immovable weight of the demon's strong grasp, and saw fangs in his smile. Her mouth gaped as if to scream or protest, but he didn't give her the chance.

"I could rip you apart and take you right here, right now, as you bleed out beneath me. I could chain you in here and feast on your flesh while the sun rises and falls. I could lock you in the room at the ranch and leave you there to starve." He snarled at her, fangs and all. Lillith's eyes widened to the point of pain and beamed hopelessly into his. His gaze was hooded in darkness, but the fire of his rage lit up the brilliant opalescence of his eyes.

"You'll find that I do indeed have power over you, and you would do well to remember this moment should you ever feel the need to threaten me with those words again." His sentiment held fire and ice. "You have power...when I LET YOU have it."

Lillith was sure that she was having some kind of out of body experience. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. All she could see was Demiurge's face, burning into her. Was she in shock? Her mouth fought desperately to formulate some kind of response, but nothing came. He again had trapped her within his stare of neurological venom, and it stole the breath from her lungs.

It was then she realized this all had to do with their last day at the ranch. He had given her control, no matter how brief it was, and he was now somehow threatened by the effect it had on him. But Demiurge had given it to her willingly. She did not cross his lines. So why was he so angry? Did he regret it? Was it because he ended up enjoying it more than he meant to?

It dawned on her that his rage, his hate, his erratic, patternless behavior in all of this may be stemming from fear. Of what, she couldn't really be sure. But for someone like him, it had to be an alien feeling; one just as unfamiliar to him as intimacy. Intimacy he could keep at a distance with his own means of aggression and rules. But fear is far more difficult to grasp and control; and what he cannot control, he hurls all of his hate and fiery rage at, and it was all, purposefully or not, being directed at her.

Lillith took a moment to close her eyes and swallow thickly; breaking herself free of the trance and taking advantage of his face being so near to hers, she strained her neck upward and licked his ear. The demon inhaled a shuddering breath; his sensitivities still existed in this world.

"I'm not trying to take your power or your control away, that was never my intention. I only want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, when you ARE in control, master." Lillith tried to assure him.

"Why won't you let me?"

But he saw the real question in her eyes.

'What are you afraid of?'

Demiurge's hateful expression softened just the slightest, for only a fraction of a second. Had she not been so close to him, it would have been completely undetectable.

The Arch Devil was still and silent...and then responded by plunging his face downward and clamping his fangs around her jugular before mercilessly ripping upward, tearing the scream from her throat.

---

Lillith woke up choking hard, her hands clasped to her throat in panic. She removed them slowly, carefully, and was relieved to see they were dry. No blood.

She was alive.

'Holy fucking shit.' That was the most lucid and terrifying dream she had ever had in her life.

Demiurge had killed her in her dream, quite violently and unexpectedly; and as horrifying as it was, that was not what really bothered her. His lack of reasoning and communication for someone so intelligent is what she found disturbing. He had never failed to make clear or order her to do what he wanted before.

Whatever his problem was, he did not bother to explain why he was being so cruel, for whatever his reasons were, fear or otherwise. His interference with her dreams was not at all what he said it would be. He said it would be 'thrilling' for them 'both', not this vicious cruelty, this nightmare, he had turned it into. He took something she had once enjoyed, no matter how frustratingly they ended, and turned it into something ugly, something dreadful.

She racked her brain, trying to pin down why he was acting like he was.

Something between them had changed, at some point when he said those words and the end of the last encounter at the ranch. Afterwards he had rolled off of her and away, and she deducted that was because of the intimate position they wound up in after he collapsed on her. That was nothing unusual. She was well aware of how much he despised intimacy. If he did not have full control over it, he'd lose his shit. But he had full control, and she had his permission to touch him. And when her time ran out, it was hands off.

Was this because of how she screamed for him and struggled against his grasp back at the ranch? Was that what he was trying to reenact? If that was it, why didn't he just ask that of her? After the harsh training he subjected her to she was more than willing to obey his every command.

So much for what little sleep she was getting. She was really worried about Tuare, and had not seen or spoken to her only friend in almost 2 days. She deeply hoped she was alive. With the gang that abducted her being directly involved with human trafficking, Lillith feared the worst.

After choking and coughing so hard, she crawled out of bed and grabbed the cup off her nightstand to get herself a drink. She padded into the bathroom and turned the faucet, filling the cup halfway. She brought it to her lips and tilted it back, taking a sip and soothing her throat. As she set it down on the sink, she saw a shadow with glinting eyes behind her in the mirror. Before she could turn, a strong hand clenched its fingers around the back of her neck and she was abruptly forced downward, bending her vulnerably over the sink.

A small cry of shock escaped her lips. She was utterly frozen in fear, the memory of the nightmare still fresh in her mind. Demiurge smoothed his hand towards the front of her throat, over her jugular. She trembled as his finger brushed over her pulse.

He lowered his face to her ear.

"I can smell your fear." He hissed as he inhaled her scent.

Lillith could only weakly whimper in response. She was just as afraid of him now as when she first laid eyes on him, and stone still.

The Arch Devil released her neck and brought her hands up to the edge of the sink, pinning them in place with his own as he bucked against her. She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt his hard length pressing into her inner thigh.

He leaned forward and threateningly grazed the back of her neck with his fangs, directly over her spine; his tongue flicking out to taste her terror, tracing over the dips in between each vertebrae. Lillith trembled and whined as the heat of his breath raised the hair on the back of her neck, her body alarming her to the perceived predator looming above.

Demiurge released one of her hands to trail it up her arm, down her side, over her hip. He rested his head on her shoulder and before she knew it, his gloved hand had moved lower, and dipped beneath the sheer fabric of her panties.

This more intense contact, while well within his nature still managed catch her off guard; with his violence always coinciding with sexuality, his true intentions were often murky. She assumed that after tearing her throat out he was far too angry with her for things to go in this direction.

His fingers were both warm and cool all at once, and skillfully dipped between her folds, spreading her. Her lips parted and she arched her back, an action that she quickly attempted to counteract, and instead tried, painfully almost, to keep herself glued to the sink.

The demon withdrew and then knelt down behind her, his hands now pinning her legs against the surface; Demiurge's tongue slowly meandered up the length of her thigh, inching closer and closer to the radiance of heat already flushing his senses.

He bit down on the flesh of her inner thigh, hard enough to break the skin; she squealed in fear, and he thrust two of his fingers inside of her, pushing as far as her body would let him and stretching her, feeling every bit of warmth and wetness she had to offer.

Lillith let out a hoarse moan as she lurched forward. She couldn't see what was happening as she was still far too afraid look at him after he killed her, so every little movement came as a tantalizing, frightening surprise. He started sucking on the artery on the inside of her thigh, drinking her blood greedily and plunging his fingers viciously in and out of her. The way he curled his digits made her squirm, and caused her face to grow hot as she tried to fight off her body's reaction to him. Her mouth refused to close, taking in one heavy breath after another. She'd never felt anything like this before, anything this remotely intense, and all he was doing was fingering her.

Maybe it was because she was couldn't see him. Maybe it was because she was scared to death. Either way, she found that she could only watch as her body began to push and pull against him, though it was no longer fighting to get away. Feeling Lillith's body betray itself, the demon removed his lips from her thigh and drug his tongue the short trail between there and her cleft. He licked and bit at the fabric of her underwear, breathing hot air onto her now sensitized flesh. His servant felt the heat of her master's lips on her, felt the moisture of his tongue through her panties, and she swallowed a moan.

She hated him right now. But she loved what he was doing, how he was setting her nerves ablaze. She had the taste of primal fear and raw, lustful need on her tongue, one just as delicious and hateful as the other.

Suddenly, Demiurge's free hand pushed the lace of her underwear out of the way. His mouth latched onto her newly exposed flesh and sucked, swirling his tongue around her center and flicking at her unprepared bundle of nerves. As he did this, he thrust a third finger into his servant, pushing her apart and hitting every pleasure button he could find. The Arch Devil was precise and matriculate, never once faltering from his concentration.

'Fuck!'

The quick and sudden impact of Demiurge's wonderfully wet mouth hit her like a brick wall. She shrieked, refusing to let it turn into a moan, and held herself suspended as she endured his onslaught. Her cry only urged the demon on that much more. Lillith felt every movement of his fingers, every flick of his tongue. She fucking hated, and fucking loved how good he was with his hands. He possessed flawless dexterity and had mapped her every internal sensitivity, and stroked each of them mercilessly. But then he added his tongue to the torment, and it was her undoing. A heat rose in her cheeks and she was helpless to stop it. And in that brief moment of suspension, couldn't deny the fact that she didn't want to. She heard herself moan against her will as every muscle in her body clenched and quivered, and then released in a slow, powerfully throbbing euphoria.

She heard a pleased hum leave his lips as he finally got the desired reaction out of her.

The demon rose to his feet, re-assuming his position behind her and ground into her, making her cry out again. The Arch Devil then shredded her panties open before freeing himself, and slowly slid his member up and down along her folds, spreading her slickness. The burning, silken head of his thick organ was enough to make her involuntarily clench her insides.

He lowered his head next to hers.

"Your terror makes you taste so much sweeter..." He hissed salaciously.

Lillith opened her mouth to respond; but the next sound to escape her was a surprised, unwitting moan.

Demiurge, not waiting for her to finish her thought, thrust into her. His returning groan was visceral, and the combined sound resonated through the quiet room. Lillith remained absolutely motionless, her eyes squeezed shut, abashed by the moment. Demiurge cupped her jaw and brought his face closer to hers, and forced her to look upwards before returning his hands to hold her wrists firmly on the edge of the sink.

"Look at yourself, and tell me you don't want this." Her master challenged her.

She slowly opened her eyes, and saw that she could see them both in the mirror. His head was bowed on her shoulder, his eyes closed, and his lip curling as he relished her tight, moist heat; and then he started to move...

Her mouth dropped open, and she stared straight ahead, and she saw in her face that while there was still fear in her eyes, she was no longer fighting him; her expression could only be construed as one of ecstasy.

She did want this. She did want him; she wanted the fear he fed her and his cruel control to rein over her.

As fucked up and twisted as it was, it truly made the experience so much more intense.

"Tell me how much of a monster I am, and how much you hate me for it. If you don't, I will not stop." He growled in her ear, and she saw the intensity of his crystalline gaze as she cast her eyes at their shadowy reflection.

Lillith jerked against his restraint and she started to pant, the sound of her breathing growing higher in pitch. But she couldn't; she wouldn't ask him to stop now. His indomitable strength holding her down and his thick shaft stroking her from the inside felt far to good, it didn't matter how afraid of or angry with him she was.

She wanted, she needed this.

Her continued silence only pushed Demiurge on, and he gave up to willingly lose himself. He held onto her with all his might and thrust into her harder.

She started to moan in spite of herself, each sound driving him further and further. He placed a hand on her hip to hold her down so he could enter as deeply as he could for their position and savor the feel of her. She was so warm and soft, so compliant and responsive. It was so unlike the dream before. She was dripping wet well before he entered her, making the moment of contact one of pure unbridled rapture. Though she pulled at his grasp, her body was open and welcoming for him. The room buzzed with the combined scent of their desire. It was absolutely intoxicating.

He licked at her neck, and marked her with his fangs. Their relationship had taken so many turns over the past week, but he didn't care, it was worth it. It was worth it to be here like this now, losing everything in this one moment. Her back arched for him and she writhed to accommodate his presence filling her up. He could feel her body stretching with each thrust and feel it yearning for more each time he pulled back. The intrusion was so unexpected, but so wanted, despite how cruelly he had taken his rage out on her.

Lillith's moans grew louder, her fervor feeding off their own echoes. This moment was like nothing she had expected. She thought she would be fighting him, she thought she would be repulsed by him after he invaded her dream and did the unforgivable, and yet this feeling inside of her, the feeling of the way he moved and the things he did, it was more pleasure than she had ever imagined. How she could be like this with him after what he did she didn't understand, but right now the reasons seemed irrelevant. She rolled her head back and pulled at his grasp, no longer certain whether she was fighting to escape or to grab a hold of him.

As Lillith's body convulsed beneath him, she began to grow heated beneath the fabric of his suit. Sweat began to glaze her forehead and the insides of her thighs, but no matter how she moved she couldn't escape the overwhelming warmth. Her chest heaved as the heat turned to a different sort of sensation. She couldn't describe it, but the pressure of his mouth on her neck made it hard to breathe.

Was this really happening? After how he viciously raped her in the dream and ripped her throat out?

Demiurge felt her body start to tremble and he pushed himself even harder, to the point where she could hear his shoes scraping against the tile floor as he plunged deeper and deeper. Every little observation became carnal, the sound of them scraping against the floor, the feel of his sharp fangs snagging on her skin against her pulse, the heat of their breath suffocating one another, everything was so acute. Lillith had never thought it would be so sensuous. And all this satisfaction was happening so soon after that horrific dream...the contrast was light and shadow, but it didn't change the present. Had he forced her into this? Was it all the fault of spontaneity? Was it too sudden for her to consent?

Or was he just as lost as she was, searching desperately for the same way out... She closed her eyes and moaned, there was so much happening and so many things on her mind, she wasn't sure what to focus on, the only things of clarity were how good the vibration of his groans felt against her skin and how wonderfully constricting was the pressure in her groin.

The Arch Devil lifted her leg slightly and angled his hips, and Lillith had all but one second to prepare before crying out at the sharpness and intensity of his next thrust.

She closed her eyes and ground her teeth but there was no way out of this one and Demiurge had no intention of taking it easy on her. From this angle he could enter her completely, feeling the end of her restrict him as he pushed deeper and deeper. His servant continued to cry out in sharp, high mewls, her face quickly overheating from the sheer acuteness of the sensation.

"DEMIURGE!" She pleaded his name, begging for him for mercy, but as usual, he had none.

"Take it..." he growled, the visceral nature of his voice completely shredding her and adding fuel to the fire.

She couldn't take it, but she would. He would never hold back from her. Not ever.

Lillith wailed, surrendering to his aggression. His reply was guttural, and vibrated through her already heated flesh. One of his hands moved down to encompass her hip, conforming to the curve of her waist, his talons digging in.

"Master...please..." She whimpered.

"Please what?" The demon slowed for a moment, irritation in his voice. He'd fucking kill her if she asked him to cease now.

"Please...please don't stop..." She pleaded. Her moans were high, starved and craven.

His voice seemed to rumble in response, with a salaciously primal hiss and growl. The demon rammed into her faster.

Lillith tensed her body against his and it locked as the tremors hit her, leaving her quaking yet petrified as she experienced the most severe orgasm she could possibly imagine. Her insides constricted, sucking him in further with each thrust. The demon gripped her tightly and pounded harder, locking his arms in a vice around her when she came screaming his name, her body writhing feverishly beneath him. He seethed through his fangs, pressing through it with fierce determination. He craved her more and more with each breath, and gasped when her burning hot fluids surrounded him, oozing over his shaft.

He reached down and wrapped an arm under her leg, his tail coiling around her other, holding her taut as he sank in as far as he could. This was what he was waiting for, what he had been thirsting after. It was just like before, when he could do nothing to hold back. It crashed into him so profoundly, he didn't even have time to sort through what he was sensing when his organ heaved as he came violently, forcefully spurting with each throb. The Arch Devil roared into her neck as he released harder than he ever had in his lifetime. She took from him everything he had until he was left with nothing but delirium. But this was a madness he craved, a madness he was sure he would never, ever be rid of.

And he knew now that only through her, could he obtain this soaring but fleeting high. Only this creature panting beneath him would scream for him, and come for him like this, no matter what horrific cruelties he put her through. It made him want her, and hate her, all the more. He was torn between wanting to destroy her for making him feel anything but hatred and rage, and wanting to control her, possess her completely. It made him...uncertain.

He slowly and reluctantly withdrew from her heaving form and she collapsed, her legs unable to support her anymore. He left her without another word on the bathroom floor.

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The next day Lillith was going about her usual chores and dusting the main hall, lost in her own anxious worry for Tuare. She had still not seen hide nor hair of her or Sebas. The situation was starting to look even more looking grim. She could only hope for the best and wait for news.

The maid sensed someone behind her; she turned to see not Demiurge as she had expected but Shalltear Bloodfallen, and she jumped with a start.

The vampire abruptly grabbed her, and Lillith cried out in shock.

"My, my...what have we here?" Shalltear said sweetly, but her intentions were anything but pure as she wrenched her arms behind her so she could not fight and escape. "A human wandering the halls of Nazarick?"

Lillith twisted in her grasp, and to her surprise for someone so small she had an inhumanly strong iron grip just like her master. But unlike his, her hands were like ice; as an vampire she was as cold as a corpse and had no blood flow warming her veins.

"I wonder how upset Demiurge would be if I drained you and turned you into an undead..." Shalltear whispered with cold contemplation.

The vampire knew the Arch Devil would be beyond enraged with her, and she saw this as a perfect opportunity for petty payback.

Lillith, despite her shocked stupor, considered the question herself. With how she was being treated by her master lately, she was doubtful he would care in the least.

"...I doubt he would care that much." Lillith said quietly but honestly. "Do you see the marks on my neck? On my wrists? My legs?"

"Do not speak to your superiors without granted permission!" Shalltear growled. She leaned down, preparing to sink her fangs into her.

Shalltear then noticed the back of her neck was indeed heavily bruised, and crosshatched with both fresh and old raised gouges and claw marks. She was actually momentarily taken aback by the extent of her damage.

"Get your FUCKING HANDS OFF of my servant!" A vicious snarl ripped through the air.

It was Shalltear's turn to jump, although she managed to maintain her hold on Lillith. Demiurge stormed towards them, his talons scything longer than she had ever seen them extended, his fangs viciously bared and his eyes blazing with white hot fury.

Lillith never thought she would be happy to see him.

"And why should I do that? Just buy another slave. The last time I checked, she doesn't have the same rights as Tuare; she was not granted protection under the name of Ainz Ooal Gown." Shalltear sneered, and pulled the human closer against her bodice.

"You're right. She isn't under the protection of Lord Ainz." Demiurge did not disagree with the vampire. Lillith's heart dropped hard into the pit of her stomach. Was he seriously siding with her assailant?

'Shit!'

"He did however, grant my request to have her assigned as my personal servant, my PROPERTY, so she is therefore under MY PROTECTION." He said matter-of-factually, as he moved closer to them, and Hellfire exploded around him; Lillith felt the pressure of the intense heat, and she started to sweat. "Would you dare to go against the decision of the Supreme One? So soon after you disgraced him by foolishly trying to fight him to the death?"

Shalltear was suddenly quiet, the Arch Devil could see the wheels in her head turning as she thought for a moment. It was clear to Lillith that he had obviously struck a nerve.

"You have two choices. You can get your hands off of my property and then out of my sight, and I may let this go. Or you can do whatever you intend to do, and I will KILL YOU where you stand for not only defiling what is mine, but also for challenging our Lord's decision. You are on thin ice as it is. Do you really think the other Guardians will care to resurrect you a second time after what you have done?" Demiurge gave her an ultimatum.

The vampire shifted uncomfortably. As a master of manipulation, the demon had effectively turned the situation against her and gained the upper hand.

After the World Class Item was used on Shalltear, she had tried to battle their Lord to the death. As formidable as she was, the more experienced Elder Lich prevailed and killed her. Most mercifully he saw fit to resurrect her, and although she was under the influence of whoever used the item on her, it was still a grave offense for her to attack the Supreme One and her actions were heavily frowned upon by the other Floor Guardians. But should Demiurge kill her, he would undoubtedly spin it to his credit and after she had attacked their Lord, and the fit she threw yesterday in front of the Battle Maids, it was doubtful the other Guardians would look very far into it.

She wisely relented with a defeated sigh, and released her hostage, abruptly pushing his servant towards him, causing her to stumble and fall.

"You must be his favorite toy for him to care enough to want you alive." Shalltear chastised them both.

The Arch Devil extinguished his Hellfire Mantle.

"Oh, shut up." Demiurge spat and retracted his talons before picking up his servant and throwing her over his shoulder. Lillith winced as he was still quite hot.

"And by the way, your stuffing is now lopsided." The demon added with a cruel grin, referring to her heavily stuffed bra, before he turned and carried Lillith like baggage down the hall.

He left Shalltear thoroughly embarrassed and fuming where she stood.

"I'm not hurt, I can walk." His servant offered when they were out of earshot of the vampire.

Demiurge ignored her.

"I heard what you said to Shalltear. Contrary to what you believe, I do in fact care for what is mine, whether it be my tools or toys, and as my property, you are no exception." Demiurge said.

Lillith couldn't help but to be somewhat offended that she was deemed as no more than property by her master, but at the same time she was genuinely surprised that he did care in any way, shape or form, even if it was only whether she lived or died. And even more shockingly, he admitted it out loud.

Still, she did not know how to respond.