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Demiurge snarled with feral hostility, his fangs bared as he struggled for the upper hand against the much larger opponent. Both males could feel one another's mounting tension, and the demon's was heavily laced with testosterone-charged aggression. After several failed attempts the Elder Lich managed to catch the demon in a choke hold, and he was finding escape increasingly difficult.

"Damn...you have an iron grasp." He muttered as he twisted in his Lord's hold.

Ainz Ooal Gown was just as strong as he was, and while the demon had the advantage of being lithe, faster and more agile, the Elder Lich had size on his side and was almost a foot taller than him, and more broad. And for a giant skeleton that lacked muscle, he was surprisingly sturdy. Normally the Elder Lich would use his supreme magic casting abilities to battle, but this wasn't just any sparring partner, this was his Commander of Defenses, and the both of them liked to brush up on their hand-to-hand combat skills periodically to keep them sharp, and if nothing else out of sheer boredom. They would take care not to mortally wound each other, but other than that they did not hold back from one another by any means.

Ainz cursed as the demon coiled his tail around his ankle and tugged, causing him to stumble momentarily. This allowed Demiurge to slip out of his grasp, and when Ainz tried to grapple him again, he ducked. With a sweeping kick he knocked his Lord fully off balance. Seeing his opening, the Arch Devil sprung on him like lion onto its prey, harshly hurling him the rest of the way to the ground. Had Ains been human, the impact would have knocked the wind out of him and likely would have cracked the back of his skull.

"Nicely done." Ainz complimented his quick thinking, and once gathering his bearings he became startlingly aware of the quite compromising position the demon had placed them in.

Demiurge had successfully straddled him, pinning his forearms on either side of his head. He grinned down at him, fangs in his carnivorous smile, his crystalline eyes glimmering with predatory intent behind his spectacles, his tail swaying excitedly. He boldly rolled his hips against his master, making his intentions crystal clear; and now knowing what lascivious thoughts were running through Demiurge's head, the Elder Lich flipped them over, stealing the position of power to sit astride him.

The gasp Demiurge let out and the shock in his eyes at the loss of control riled the Overlord's primal urges, but the demon wasn't done sparring with him in the least.

This was now a fight of who would be on top.

Demiurge's eyes blazed anew with determination as his massive wings exploded out of his back, pushing him upwards off the ground and giving him enough lift to shake the Elder Lich off of him.

In two wing beats he moved a safe distance away from Ainz to drop back to the earth, and they circled one another, Demiurge seeking an opening for his opponent's hindquarters like a wolf. The Overlord knew what he was doing, and wouldn't give him the opportunity. He charged at him in a linebacker's tackle, and the Arch Devil beat his wings again to try to fly high enough out of reach, and would have succeeded had Ainz not caught his armored tail just above the spikes and jerked him downwards and in his range. Demiurge struggled to remain airborne and hissed in pain, and began clawing wildly at him, shredding the cloth of his hood like paper. He would have landed a throat kick but Ainz caught his calf and yanked him out of the air to roughly fling him to the ground with enough force to shatter a mortal's bones.

The demon grunted and rapidly twisted onto his stomach to push himself back up, but the Overlord was faster. Demiurge felt the heavy weight on his back as his Lord descended on top of him. Demiurge snarled viciously and wriggled, but it was no use. Realizing he was effectively pinned, he ceased his struggle. Ainz had his narrow hips straddled, both of his bony hands holding the Arch Devil's forearms in place. For a second neither of them moved, each taking a moment to regard their position, the demon huffing in frustration beneath him. Ainz experimentally ground against him just as the demon had, and Demiurge hissed and began to squirm again, fighting to the bitter end for the right of control. He managed to free an arm but before he could use it the Elder Lich twisted it behind his back and wrapped an ivory hand around the back of his neck, pushing him downward.

"Oh, no you don't." Ainz growled. "I dominated you."

The Arch Devil groaned softly, the husk in his Lord's voice and his choice of words heating his blood, and the masochist in him loving the excessive force being exerted on him. He felt himself throb.

"Yes, you did..." The demon agreed, with a salacious undertone. "I implore you...dominate me further."

Ainz bucked against him again, and the demon didn't struggle despite now being in the position of a submissive, but instead writhed in place, his tail coiling in pleasure.

If the Overlord had a heart, it would be pounding uncontrollably against his ribs. This escalated quickly, and he wasn't one hundred percent sure how to proceed. He had never made it all the way with a woman, much less another male. He was running on instinct and his darkest fantasies alone. But what Ainz did know was that the demon really liked what he was doing, and that he without a doubt wanted to viciously fuck Demiurge.

The Elder Lich began to grind on him, simulating what he knew what he and the Arch Devil both wanted. Demiurge exhaled sharply, and moaned. The length of his Lord's strong, heavy body over his made the demon's stomach flip with excitement. Ainz felt his own desire blooming from Demiurge's wanton sounds, and he too began to pulse and grow in response.

Demiurge was absolutely enthralled. Usually the dominant and sexually aggressive one, he thrilled at this sudden change of pace and oh, how he loved the force Ainz was putting into it. The Elder Lich radiated strength, dominance, and untold power. He simply couldn't get enough, and greedily wanted more.

Demiurge twisted as though trying to pull out of his grasp, and his master pushed him down harder, and tightened his grip on his nape. He then felt his Lord's rapidly growing erection through the robes pressing urgently into his backside, and his senses reeled wildly and his heart fluttered. The demon let out a rich moan and arched his back, hungry for more.

"Hell, yes..." He purred. "Dominate me."

The Elder Lich groaned, and ground his heated member against the Arch Devil harder. Demiurge's highly sensitive wings flared against Ainz's rib cage, and as the Elder Lich thrusted his frame, he brushed over them, surging electric ecstasy through the Arch Devil's veins. A broken cry escaped his throat, and he dug his claws into the floor as he writhed in pleasurable torment.

Ainz took a moment to examine the demon's massive wings as they spread out between them. They had a vast span, at least 10 feet across and a veined maroon webbing stretching between the poisonous green finger joints, and were very much like a dragon's. They were scaleless and impossibly smooth like latex, and absolutely magnificent.

The Elder Lich curiously traced an ivory digit over the expanse of the membrane, and the demon hissed through his fangs. The ruler quickly withdrew his hand.

"Forgive me, Commander. Did that hurt?" Ainz asked.

"No...q-quite the opposite, Lord." Demiurge murmured, his breathing now short and coarse.

Ains's interest was piqued, so he gently stroked the wing again, and a strangled moan left the demon's lips, his diamond eyes rolling back and his body tensing beneath him.

"Are they really that sensitive?" Ainz asked, amazed by the intensity of his response.

"Yes...demons have...three times as many nerve endings as a humans do." He said through arduous breaths. "But when it comes to my wings..." The Arch Devil actually whimpered, a sound the Elder Lich never heard pass his lips before, and it made him insanely hard. "...I can come from you simply stroking them."

Ainz had no idea that demons differed from humans in that way. Demiurge was extremely powerful as a level 100 Arch Devil, but this seemed to be his one and only major weakness.

Tempted to test the truthfulness of what he was just told, the Elder Lich trailed his fingers down the leathery membrane again, and molten pleasure coursed through Demiurge's veins. The demon let out a gasping moan as he felt his cock throb and a spurt of pre-ejaculate forcefully erupted from it. His Lord thrusted against him and grunted.

Demiurge was utterly overwhelmed by his master's scents flushing his senses; musk, virility, arousal. It subdued his dominant side almost instantly, like no other. The demon could not have stopped the uncharacteristic high pitched whine of submission that escaped his throat if his life had depended on it.

"Ainz..." Demiurge murmured his name. If the ruler touched his wings again, it was over, he would immediately come all over himself.

"My Lord, we require your presence in the throne room." A voice cut through the sexual tension in the air, completely spoiling the moment.

Both of them froze, and looked toward the doorway. It was Albedo, of all the Guardians to catch them like this.

A hot, red sun of anger rose in Demiurge's chest. He felt his talons lengthen, and his fangs elongate.

"I asked not to be disturbed, Albedo. I assume for you to go against my wishes, it must be urgent?" Ainz growled, not bothering to mask the irritation in his voice.

"Yes, Lord. Please, forgive my intrusion." She bowed her head, but her voice lacked genuine empathy.

It was all too obvious to them both she fully intended on ruining this for them.

'You bitch.' The Arch Devil was furious.

Ainz sighed in frustration, and rose to his feet, as did the demon. The Overlord fluffed and straightened his academic robes, and broodingly and reluctantly sauntered out of the gymnasium. Duty to Nazarick unfortunately had to come first.

Demiurge began to tail his Lord, when Albedo stepped in front of him, fanning out her wings, blocking the doorway.

"What the Hell did I just walk in on?" Her voice and her small frame shook with fury, and she cut her eyes at him, her brow furrowing and wrinkling her delicate features.

The corners of his mouth curled in a cruel grin, knowing he had taken something she deeply desired away from her.

"Sparring practice. Merely boys being boys." He said and shrugged, brushing her off and tried to move past her to exit the gymnasium. The succubus didn't budge.

Demiurge crossed his arms in a condescendingly standoffish pose, mocking her own.

"Are you really angry with me? Or angry with our Lord and his choice?" He asked with smug grin.

"He didn't choose you. He is obviously extremely confused." She muttered, but the lack of conviction in her voice betrayed that she herself didn't believe her own words. She could only believe what her eyes saw, and what she saw, she was in shock and denial of.

"Is he? Or is he seeing clearly for the first time?" Demiurge pushed her further, thoroughly enjoying her emotional turmoil.

"There is no way he would want you over me." She scoffed. "You did something to him, a spell, a curse, I don't know what or how, but I will find out and prosecute you to the fullest extent." She rasped.

Albedo was surprisingly and pathetically insecure. She was undeniably beautiful, just as all succubi are. She had strikingly golden eyes like a feline, porcelain skin just as his servant did, flowing long black hair and matching ebony feathered wings on her wide hips, and an elegantly curved body. But she was far too full of herself to think she would be his one and only choice. Even when she and Shalltear contemplated the concept of Ainz having a harem, she was determined to be his first wife. Of course the idea never came to fruition as the concept made the ruler uncomfortable.

"What I did was give him what he wants...non of which was done without his spoken permission. This isn't my first tryst with our beloved ruler." His psychotic grin stretched when he saw the utter disbelief in her eyes as he antagonized her.

"And judging by how fervently he moaned my name, and how hard he came for me," The demon salaciously licked his lips, implying that he had tasted the result of his orgasm on his tongue.

"...he actually does prefer me over you. And should you dare go against his decision, you are committing blasphemy of the highest caliber. Interfere again, and not only will I have you stripped of your title..." He lowered his face to hers, hatred burning white hot in his diamond eyes and his lips curled back into a wolfish snarl, baring his fangs.

HellFire erupted around his towering frame, and she had to step back from the intense blazing heat that now surrounded him.

"But I'll roast those pretty little wings clean off of your body, and eat them in front of you. If he prefers my company over yours, do you really think there will be any serious repercussions for my actions? You saw him, and how much he loved being on top of me. Just try something. I fucking DARE you."

The Arch Devil's body was tensed like a serpent ready to strike, even his tail was arched in an 'S'. His muscles were tightly coiled beneath his suit and he was just waiting for her to give him an excuse to unravel his wrath. How he wanted to grab and twist and tear the sour expression off of her face, and her face off of her skull, and the skull off of her body. The predator in him was screaming in his ear to rip her limb from limb and disembowel her.

He could see the wheels in her head turning, weighing the odds of whether or not she would survive a fight with him. She was strong, but he was not only just as powerful as she, he was also larger, heavier, more agile, and beyond pissed at her. But the most frightening factor was that while he was expertly manipulative, he was not a liar. If he threatened to do something, he would make good on it. And he was truly merciless. He had seen him torture before, and he had zero empathy. Demiurge was a true sociopath when it came to extracting whatever he desired. He didn't care who suffered for it, as long as he got what he wanted.

Tears of rage welled in her eyes, but she wisely relented and turned to stomp down the hallway. He cruelly cackled as she tripped over her own feet ungracefully, she was so angry she couldn't even walk properly, she was so utterly distraught...and so very stupid.

What he and Ainz had wasn't serious in the least. Just occasional fuck-buddy fun, but her overly possessive attitude (as if she had anything real with him to protect) pissed him off, and for her to purposefully interrupt them and then seriously try to confront him over what they did on their own time fully enraged him.

'How dare she! Stupid, selfish bitch...'

He knew he had been dangerously insubordinate, as she is the supervisor of the Guardians. But at this point he couldn't have cared less. Ains Ooal Gown was now his to toy with, not hers. Had she not behaved that way, he would have allowed her to upkeep her girlish fantasy of becoming the Elder Lich's wife, but because she responded by throwing a childish tantrum and accusing him of putting the supreme magic caster under a spell, he took great pleasure in shattering that wishful dream beyond repair.

Now he needed to release his rage before he boiled over and tore someone apart. He extinguished his HellFire Mantle.

He grew more and more furious by the second...and worse, he was painfully, painfully hard.

Masturbation wouldn't be near enough to quell his wrath at this point. He needed to fuck someone, now.

Demiurge stormed to the 7th Floor, seeking his servant. She wasn't in her room, nor in his quarters, leaving only one place she could be in the tomb.

Lillith was kneading dough in the kitchen, preparing pastries for dessert to be paired with dinner that evening. Tuare was working next to her, mixing gelatin in a ceramic bowl with a whisker, and they were chatting away as they went about their duties.

Suddenly Demiurge barged in with a loud bang, one of the door hinges snapping off with a splintering crack and taking a chunk of the door frame with it as he shoved it open with brute, inhuman force.

Everyone froze in place and the busy kitchen instantly fell silent as the grave, as if the very walls of the room held its breath. Everyone looked to the demon donned in his vermilion pinstripe suit which was usually flawlessly pressed, was now uncharacteristically disheveled; it was obvious the normally calm and collected Guardian of the 7th Floor was enraged beyond belief.

No one said a word. The only sound to be heard was Lillith's nervously thick swallow as her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach with a chill. Her master's features were harshly etched with fury, his weapon of a tail swinging dangerously with agitation and his gloved fingers curled in tense claws. His chest was heaving with unrestrained rage as he slowly scanned the room, his gaze falling upon his servant.

Cold fear trickled over her scalp as his icy glare locked on to her. She deeply hoped she didn't screw something up in one way or another, because he looked more than ready to tear someone's throat out.

"Everyone, leave." He said quietly, and he pointed a claw at Lillith, who dropped in a trembling kneel, hoping to soften his rage. "Except YOU."

No one moved a muscle, still stunned by his sudden and forceful entrance.

"NOW!" He roared impatiently.

Kitchen staff began to scatter and scramble, almost tripping over themselves to flee in terror. Cooks and maids poured out of the broken doorway in a panicked stampede. Tuare hung back, and was hesitant to leave her friend with her master looking as though he were ready to rip her wide open.

"Go, quickly!" Lillith whispered to her urgently.

"I can't leave you here!" Tuare shook her head, sure Lillith was about to be killed.

"Get OUT!" Demiurge snarled through clenched teeth and he narrowed his eyes at Sebas's pet, his fangs bared threateningly.

Tuare didn't move, but only because every fiber of her body was frozen in fear by the raw rage channeled at her as he shifted his crystalline gaze from Lillith onto her. She was especially afraid of him out of all the Guardians, because he was the one who suggested killing her outright rather than granting her sanctuary within the walls of Nazarick. The Arch Devil stormed towards the frightened pair, and he towered over and stared down hatefully at the human who dared to defy him, and she felt like she was shrinking to the size of a mouse under his shadow. Her eyes were the size of saucers, her lower lip quivering and sweat beading on her forehead. Tuare reeked of fear.

Seeing as how she was not openly disobeying his authority but merely scared stiff, the demon muttered, "Whatever..." as he shoved his way past her, no longer caring who stayed.

Lillith was almost as terrified as Tuare was, but she held her ground. She knew better than to run from the cruel predator who owned her.

They watched the demon violently sweep an arm across the long marble island they had been working over, effectively clearing it of the majority of its contents and sending bowls, plates, rolling pins, and whiskers crashing to the floor. They both jumped with a start at the nerve-wracking racket of clanging metal and shattering ceramic.

Demiurge then glided towards his servant and reached for her, grabbing a handful of her dress to effortlessly lift her off the ground and fling her down hard onto the island. She cried out in fear and winced in pain as it collided with her back, the impact crushing the breath from her lungs. In an instant he leapt on top of her, caging her beneath him with his limbs. He grasped her by the throat, and for a moment Lillith thought he was going to strangle her until he roughly lifted her head up to claim her mouth with brutal savagery, his tongue prying open her blind-sided lips to rape hers. Lillith groaned softly, and slowly and cautiously responded with her own tongue. He had scared the Hell out of everyone, including her. His lips molded to hers and he moved his hand from the front of her jugular to her nape for support. He hungrily bit at her lower lip and nipped down her jawline, trailing lower to her throat. The demon then sank his fangs into the crook of her neck, breaking the skin. She shrieked in pain, but her cry quickly collapsed into a moan as he greedily licked away and sucked the blood that trickled forth, shuddering with need as he satisfied his bloodlust.

"Permitted." He murmured against her flesh, giving her permission to touch him as he continued to drink from her veins.

Lillith heard what he said, but was still extremely timid, and she didn't move.

The Arch Devil suddenly released her and she would have hit her head had she not steadied herself. He sat up on his knees, and quickly shed his suit jacket and tossed it to the floor before unfastening his tie and ripping his dress shirt open, sending buttons flying across the kitchen. He peeled the sleeves off of his arms, now shirtless, even taking off his spectacles and dropped them onto his clothes below. His unshielded crystalline eyes glimmered brightly, melting a small portion of her fear away with their beautifully mesmerizing, iridescent gleam.

Lillith stared up at him, drinking in regally angular face and his immaculately carved form. She cautiously reached one hand upward and ran her palm over the hard, heated plains of muscle, and she jumped when he tensed and hissed in pleasure at the contact. Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand. He laughed at her fear, flashing her a grin that was all fangs and then he reached under her maid's dress and hooked a finger around her panties, ripping them off with sheer force. She cried out as it burned, and she felt glowing welts rise on the insides of her thighs. He tossed them aside and then crawled backwards down her body, and she watched as he slowly dipped his head between her legs, his eyes stark with possession. Realizing what he was about to do, her heart rate soared. His tongue slowly meandered along the length of her thigh, pausing to suck at the wildly pulsing femoral artery. He inched closer and closer to the apex of her legs, the scent of arousal radiating there flushing his senses.

"Master..." she whimpered as she felt the heat of his breath puff against her entrance.

She gasped as he responded by languorously tracing her folds, slowly tasting her with long, soft strokes. He pushed in a little further with each pass, before suddenly piercing her fully with his tongue, sinking in as far as his jaw would allow, meticulously twisting and feeling his way through her heat.

Lillith arched and moaned, and Demiurge grasped her hips and lifted her upward, and began to thrust in and out of her soft furrows, fucking her with his tongue. She whined helplessly as his breath scorched her, and her hands shot down to fist his dark mane, and he groaned into her; the gesture reminding him of how Ainz did the same thing when he served him on his knees. The demon curled his tongue within her, drawing forth her nectar with soft strokes within the silken plush of her heat.

When his jaw muscles tightened, Demiurge retracted his claws and withdrew his tongue to suck and flick at her pearl, sending electric ecstasy coursing through her body. She pulled his hair hard as she felt the pleasure building, and he moved one hand beneath her to cradle her bottom while he slipped two gloved fingers into her slit and pushed in to the knuckle. The demon flexed his digits fluidly in and out of her, as deeply as he could go until the sounds coming from her turned high pitched and craven, her eyes falling closed. She writhed against him, whimpering. He grinned down at her carnivorously, his gaze darkening with lust as he surged is hand faster. Her eyes cracked open, heavy-lidded and the blue of her irises deepening to swirling heat as her mouth dropped open. A brush of his thumb over her pearl of desire had the dark feathers of her lashes fluttering and she groaned. He then hooked his fingers back, pressing against the hidden bundle of nerves with pinpoint accuracy. Her light, feathered breathing hitched, and her eyes flew wide open as her hands left his hair to claw harshly into his shoulders, her back arching off of the island.

She screamed out his name as she came hard around his fingers, the result of his torture dripping down and running over his gloved palm.

Satisfied that she was now lubricated enough, he unceremoniously dropped her rear end back onto the island's surface with a thud, and she winced in pain. He was still too pissed off to bother with being very careful with her.

The Arch Devil hurriedly unfastened his pants, releasing himself and roughly flipped her onto her stomach and wrapped an arm under her midsection, raising her hips to align with his. He gripped her hard and pushed the gleaming crown of his cock between her folds before forcefully lunging forward, impaling his servant with one smooth, brutal thrust. The demon closed his eyes, savoring the sound of her screaming so sweetly for him as he firmly buried his entire length within her swollen passage. He hissed through his fangs as her over-sensitized channel quivered and squeezed around his girth in shock, trying to force the stretchingly thick invader out.

The demon's acute hearing then detected a low gasp, almost masked by Lillith's exquisite scream, and his eyes flickered back to where he had pushed past Sebas's pet, to see that she was still frozen in place, a deep blush brightening her mortified yet strangely envious face, and the unmistakable scent of arousal pouring from her pores. In the heat of rage and hate-driven lust, he had completely forgotten Tuare was still in the room, and apparently Lillith did too, having not heard her or even glanced in her direction once; she was completely fixated on him and his punishingly primal sexual aggression. The corner of his mouth curled upward; if she wanted to stay and watch him fuck her friend senseless, why not let her? It didn't bother him in the least, and he could put on one Hell of a show.

Demiurge slowly pulled out about four inches before agonizingly sliding back in, fucking his servant with slow, sharp strokes. Lillith was quickly reduced to a panting puddle beneath her master, each thrust pulling small cries from her lips. The demon sank himself in to the hilt and halted, savoring her heat and tightness. He leaned forward, sweeping away the red, inconsistent trails of blood trickling out of the bite mark with his tongue.

"Now, beg me for more..." He salaciously hissed in her ear, the heat of his breath raising the hair on the back of her neck.

"Please, master..." She moaned, and the Arch Devil moved, but in tortuously gentle, shallow dips, knowing fully well she needed more than that. His servant let out a needy whine, and tried to push back against him, hungry for something harder, but he moved one hand to her shoulder and the other to her hip, detaining her movements and holding her firmly in place.

She protested with a whimper as his heat left hers again...and gasped with heightened pleasure as he sank back home. She tried to clench her internal muscles to lock him inside her, and a pleased hum left his throat as she clamped down around him, but he withdrew anyways.

"Master, please!" Lillith sobbed for mercy, her body painfully tense with need. Her back arched, and her knees quivered. The heavy weight of her breasts was smashed into the cold marble beneath her, and she let out another weak cry as every molecule of her body screamed for his forceful fulfillment. "Please!"

His servant almost came up off the island and a high cry burst from her lungs as he rammed deeply into her, finally giving her what she pleaded for.

Demiurge gave her a sexy, growling chuckle from behind, and one of his strong, gloved hands left her hip to smooth down the arch of her spine as he lightly grazed her with his talons.

"Good girl..." He murmured, praising her obedience. She shivered under him and let out a breathy moan that was half plea, half passion, the small stinging pain making it all the more invigorating.

"How I love hearing you beg me to fuck you, my pet..." He rumbled thickly in her ear, but just loud enough for her friend to hear.

Lillith blushed at his prurient curse and he lecherously drug his tongue up the side of her face in a hot lick, briefly casting a heated glance at Tuare. He watched her lips part, and heard her breath hitch. The aroma of her arousal intensified. Still, she could do nothing but stand slack-jawed and frozen in place. Whether it was because she was still terrified and in shock, or because she was afraid he would kill her for interrupting in any way whatsoever, he couldn't be sure. But it didn't matter; he was thoroughly enjoying simultaneously tormenting his servant and Sebas's pet.

By eavesdropping on his servant's conversation with her, he knew that Tuare loved Sebas and craved to be touched by him, but the butler of Nazarick was too righteous to bring himself to be intimate with either of the previously sexually abused humans he had rescued, unlike the self-serving demon, who leapt a the opportunity and claimed Lillith for himself. The lack of physical intimacy left Tuare's carnal desires cruelly unsatisfied, and The Arch Devil was putting on a lewd display of what she was missing out on. And he could smell how desperately she wanted what he and Lillith had.

Lillith raggedly scraped air into her lungs, and writhed against her master as he now drove into her viciously. He clutched her shoulder with one hand and mercilessly sank his claws into her ass with the other, bracing her in place as he fucked her full force.

"Demiurge!" She pleaded his name as he whipped his hips into her as deeply as he could go.

"Hell yes, take it..." He growled, the visceral nature of his voice shredding her. He leaned further forward and sank his fangs into the crook of her neck once more, marking her as his for all to see.

The Arch Devil's taut pectorals scraped along the jutting bones of her shoulder blades, and she gasped hotly as she arched into the onslaught of his flexing hips and the pistoning engorged flesh of his frighteningly thick member. He groaned throatily as he felt her passage tightening.

Demiurge could smell the tang of salt from their sweat, the sweetness of Lillith's hair as it had absorbed the scent of the pastries they were baking, and her and her friend's overwhelming fear, both of which was heavily laced with arousal; but most prominent was the musk of sex. Primal, animalistic sex.

A strangled cry tore from Lillith's throat as he brought her to another scorching climax, her channel sucking him in deeper to wrench tightly around his organ. The demon let out a shuddering groan in response, cresting on the edge of release. His searing gaze briefly flickered back to Sebas's pet, and a predatory grin sharpened his features as he locked his crystalline gaze with hers. He wanted to make this as memorable (or traumatic) as possible.

He thrusted hard a few more times and pulled out, and pumped his member. His eyes rolled back and his jaw dropped open in a silent cry, and he was swallowed alive by the building, fiery onslaught that suddenly burst up from his loins. A long, low rapturous moan left his lips as his cock heaved and he erupted, spurting forcefully as he came on his servant. Demiurge stroked himself, and he continued to release thick ropes of cum with each pulse of euphoria. He throbbed in his own hand and poured what seemed to be an endless torrent of hot semen all over her back and shoulders. The heavy flow eventually ebbed, and by the time he was empty Lillith was dripping and thoroughly glazed with the Arch Devil's staggering volume of release.

"Tuare!"

Everyone looked to the doorway to see Sebas trembling and red faced with what could only be construed as unbridled rage. Tuare gasped, horrified to be caught watching her friend and the Arch Devil, and not knowing what else to do, she dashed past the butler, fleeing from the room.

'Does everyone in Nazarick have to walk in on me today?' Demiurge rolled his eyes.

"How...how dare you..." Was all he could say in his mental turmoil, as he locked eyes with the demon. "You ordered everyone out of the kitchen so you could...expose my servant to this...this... FILTH?!" Sebas roared.

"Yes, and no. I ordered Tuare to leave as well. TWICE. I could have physically removed her from the room, but I know better than to lay a hand on your pet." The demon shrugged, not embarrassed in the least to be seen in such a state. "She had every opportunity to leave. We were in here for at least fifteen minutes, and she could have walked away whenever she pleased. It was her choice to stay and expose herself to me satisfying my servant's needs, as well as my own."

"Don't flatter yourself, Demiurge. She had to have been in utter shock; she would not willingly-"

"Oh, but she was willing." Demiurge cut him off. "I could smell her arousal, and she is so terribly deprived. I must say, you are crueler than I am to withhold from her what I lavishly give my pet." The demon lewdly patted Lillith's rear for emphasis. "Instead of being so damned righteous all the time, why don't you try satisfying the woman who actually loves you for a change, so she doesn't have to get off on watching me fuck mine?" Demiurge grinned smugly, his tail swaying in a taunting manner.

He knew that would strike a deep nerve.

Sebas's eyes blazed red, his fist clenching. Lillith heard his knuckles crack. He was ready for a fight.

Lillith could only cringe beneath her master, who was dangerously tense and hovered over her body possessively. She honestly thought Tuare had left as soon as Demiurge started. She was mortified to learn that her friend had witnessed the whole thing, and even more so now that Sebas walked in to see her on all fours and completely drenched in the demon's cum. She wanted to crawl in a deep, dark hole and never come out.

"You...are a disgrace..." Sebas muttered.

"If you really have such a problem with what I do with my property, I suggest you go take it up with Lord Ainz." The Arch Devil growled, narrowing his gaze at the butler. "Unless you intend to stay here and watch me fuck her again instead?" He knew that would force him to leave.

Lillith blushed an impossibly deep shade of red. She could only hope her master was bluffing.

Sure enough, Sebas's eye twitched, and he promptly turned on his heel and stormed away, most likely to go file a massive complaint with Ainz Ooal Gown.

'That's what I thought.'

Demiurge let out a frustrated growl and crawled off of his servant. He tucked himself away and then picked her up under her arms to set her down on the floor, more gently this time. He grabbed his spectacles and slipped them back onto his face, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He then swept his shirt and jacket off of the ground.

"Cover yourself with this." He tossed Lillith his shirt, and then slipped his suit jacket on over himself.

Lillith obeyed, and tried to breathe deeply to calm her frayed nerves. That was terrifying; she had never seen Sebas so furious, or even heard him raise his voice before. She was sure she was about to be caught in the crossfire of a vicious brawl.

"Come." He said, and stood by the doorway.

"Wh-where are we going?" She meekly asked as she approached him.

"To my quarters. You need a shower, and I desperately need a drink." He said, trying to restrain the tremble of rage in his voice.

Lillith really didn't want to have to be paraded through the halls of the Tomb after what just transpired. There had to be at least twenty people in the kitchen when he busted in, and with her wearing his shirt it made it all too obvious what occurred after they were forced to leave. But without his shirt, the evidence was even more profound as it was all over her back and dress, so she had no choice.

Lillith hesitantly followed her master out, and into the hallway.

And to her horror, there were still several cooks and maids not too far from the broken doorway patiently waiting to return to their duties in the kitchen. Lillith cast her eyes downward and despite her fighting with every once of strength against her body's natural response to embarrassment, her face still flushed.

Everyone stared, their gazes burning into her back. The heat in her cheeks stung as her blush deepened.

Lillith could feel the dozens of pairs of eyes on her and felt like she was under the world's brightest spotlight. There was no way the copious amount of semen coating her back hadn't already soaked through the clean white dress shirt meant to hide it.

As she passed by one of the kitchen maids, she heard a low, barely detectable snicker. She knew this red-haired maid in particular didn't like her. As to what she had against her, Lillith didn't know. Lillith had never even spoken to her, and had no idea what her issue with her was so she made a point to avoid the other maid. But when it was impossible and she had be be in the same room, she could hear her whispering to others and giggling, and she knew they were talking shit behind her back for some reason or another.

Before she could utter a "Fuck you" at her, in the blink of an eye, Demiurge had disappeared from in front of her and had the maid by the throat, and he harshly slammed her back against the stone wall. A startled cry left her lips, and her face wore an expression of total shock as her heels were suddenly six feet off of the ground. She had to look down to see her aggressor.

The Arch Devil squeezed her neck until only a squeak came out and her eyes bulged from their sockets. A deep, animalistic rumble reverberated through his ribcage.

"If the next words out of your mouth are not an apology, I will be painting this wall with your blood and entrails." He snarled through bared fangs, and he loosened his fingers just enough for her to suck in a desperate breath.

"F-forgive me, L-Lord. I'm sorry." She stammered.

But that wasn't satisfying enough.

Demiurge suddenly uncurled his fingers and dropped her from that height, and there was a loud, sickening crack as her ankle snapped beneath her own weight. She screamed and crumpled to the floor, sobbing over her broken ankle. The demon turned and walked away, not caring in the least.

"If a single one of you EVER speak of what transpired here today again, or utters a word of it to my servant, you will be punished. Painfully. I guarantee you will not be walking afterwards." He hissed, casting a glance back at the injured maid who was foolish enough to disgrace them both. He had made an effective example out of her, and no one dared to breathe a word, or move a muscle.

"Leave her here in agony, and then after nightfall give her a healing potion, and not a moment sooner. Now, all of you, get back to work." The Arch Devil ordered.

Demiurge continued his path down the hallway, with Lillith closely in tow, her head hung low in shame. She was glad her hair was as long as it was, so it mostly hid her face. It was a humiliating walk, and her back grew cold and clammy.

Finally they reached the 7th Floor, much to Lillith's relief, and they entered his quarters. Demiurge made a beeline to his wardrobe and swung its doors open, and reached into the back of it where he had stashed a large bottle of red wine and a golden ornate goblet. He punctured the cork with his talon and popped it out, and hurriedly poured himself a tall glass and downed it in three gulps, and then made another. To her surprise he handed this second one to her.

She looked back at him, genuinely puzzled by the gesture. He never gave her anything unless it was necessary for her duties, or for his own pleasure, such as her supply of lacy underwear.

"I'm sure your nerves are just as shot as mine are." He said. "Take it."

"Th-thank you, master." She took it gingerly, and sipped it. This was the first time he had ever gifted her with anything.

Demiurge then walked over to his desk and slid open a drawer, and pulled out a pre-rolled cigarette and put it between his lips. He held up his pointer finger to its end and she watched as the tip of his claw grew a small flame which he lit it with, and he closed his eyes, taking a long drag. He exhaled slowly, a large cloud billowing out of his lungs as he savored his nicotine relief.

"I didn't know you smoked." She said, and took another drink.

He never tasted like cigarettes when he kissed her.

"There is a lot you do not know about me, pet." He replied, taking another drag. "And it is only on occasion that I do."

There was a quiet knock on his chamber door, and Lillith felt anxiety bloom in her chest. She knew Sebas had reported him.

"I'll answer it." He sighed, putting out the cigarette. "Go shower." He ordered her, not seemingly too concerned.

Lillith obeyed, setting the glass down on his desk and peeling off her master's shirt before she hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. She slipped out of her maid's dress and turned the shower faucet on.

Once he heard the water running which would serve as a sound buffer, Demiurge went to the door and opened it to find Lord Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Good evening Lord." The demon said, respectfully bowing at the waist. "I am most pleased to see you again. I'm sure you are here to address the incident from earlier?" He cut right to the chase.

"Indeed I am, although I completely understand what brought on the series of events which caused it. However, I'm afraid I still must punish you for your most publicly indecent behavior."

With those words, Ainz shoved his way into the room, forcing Demiurge back into his quarters, almost toppling him off balance. The demon's eyes widened and his lips parted in shock, and before he could react Ainz roughly gripped him by the shoulders, and pushed him downward onto his knees before him; Demiurge went down without a fight, as this was his warranted discipline, and in all honesty he liked where this seemed to be going.

"Albedo may have interfered earlier, but she won't be bothering us this time." Ainz said as he towered over the kneeling Commander of Defenses. "I've made sure of that."

It was obvious to the demon that Ainz was just as angry about it as he was, and judging by the massive straining erection he was now eye-level with, he had gone painfully unsatisfied this entire time. He licked his lips.

Ainz reached down and threaded his bony hand into Demiurge's thick mane, grasping his scalp tightly.

"Serve me." The Overlord commanded.

Demiurge's long, sharp ears flattened backwards, and he felt his body shudder with anticipation, and how that voice had darkened with lust had his heart beating faster, if that was even possible.

Demiurge did not hesitate for even a fraction a second. He eagerly parted his Lord's robe and the impressive organ that sprang forth was already as firm as marble. He carefully curled his digits around it, minding his talons, relishing the hard, heated flesh beneath his gloved fingers. The demon ran his tongue over the pulsing length from base to tip in a searing lick, savoring the scent and taste of him, making Ainz inhale sharply. How he loved how his Overlord smelled. It was a clean, sweet, alluring aroma that lay over top a strong, fertile musk. It was nothing short of intoxicating and sparked instant desire.

The Arch Devil flicked over the slit teasingly, and twirled his tongue over the swollen ruby knob, admiring the silken texture of his glistening head. He then cradled his tongue beneath his tip, stroking the narrow valley between his glans and over his sensitive frenelum, earning a throaty moan from his ruler.

Demiurge met his glowing red gaze as he took half of the girthy length into his mouth and sucked gently. The ruler tightened his grasp, drawing a groan from the Arch Devil who obediently slid further down his shaft, his fangs lightly grazing his member. The Overlord gasped as he was fully sheathed by his throat; the surrounding heat and moisture of his commander's mouth was downright delicious. Beginning with a languid dive on his length, Ainz's hips jerked in response. The demon withdrew and swirled his tongue around the head of his cock again, before descending once, twice, and repeating. Demiurge began to bob gently at a steady pace, and Ainz let out a shuddering moan.

The Elder Lich stared down at his lead strategist, and was transfixed on the hypnotic diamond eyes and devilishly handsome face looking back at him. His gaze traveled lower, past the shadow of his clavicle to see that while he was wearing his suit jacket, it was unbuttoned to reveal he was shirtless and he could see the demon's immaculately carved chest and abdomen. Fuck, he was sexy. The ruler was so pent up from earlier, he knew if he let the skilled demon continue this, it would be over much too soon. And this was only the beginning of his punishment. Ainz tugged his hair backwards, and guided him off of his member, much to the demon's disappointment.

Demiurge looked up at him inquisitively, and then the Overlord knelt down on the floor with him.

"Turn around." He ordered.

Demiurge obeyed, and gasped when a hand shoved him between his shoulder blades suddenly and forcefully, pushing him forward onto all fours. His heart started hammering even harder as his legs were nudged apart by his master's knee.

Surely he wasn't going to-

Ainz grabbed the base of his armored tail in one hand and and roughly ripped his pants down with the other.

Demiurge's senses started reeling. He hissed at the sharp, sweet pain that shot through his spine as his tail was roughly yanked upwards to expose the small ring of pink, puckered flesh.

He had wanted this for so long, and it was finally happening.

"If you want me to learn anything, you had better punish me quite cruelly." Demiurge sassed, hoping to further encourage his Lord's more aggressive side.

"Oh, I intend to." Ainz's husky base against his ear flared the hair on the back of his nape, and he shuddered.

After being interrupted by Albedo earlier, any uncertainty or doubts as to what the Overlord wanted to do to the demon had completely dissolved. He was going to fuck him, here and now on the floor.

Ainz slowly pushed the saliva-slicked, glistening head of his member into Demiurge's entrance, and the demon hissed and through his fangs in pain like a wildcat. His claws raked into the wooden panels of the floor as his Lord didn't hold back at all, taking the demon at his word and pressing the tip of his cock into the center until the ring of muscles gave way to the pressure. The demon snarled as Ainz continued to force his impressive length into his Commander. A shuddering gasp left the Arch Devil's lips as he was filled by his master, and Ainz's returning moan was visceral.

Demiurge's breath was rapid and coarse as he seethed through his teeth, his body sucking Ainz in to the hilt. Always the dominant, he was so very tight, so unused.

"Mmmm...Ainz..." Demiurge salaciously purred. "You're so thick..."

His master lowered his forehead to the back of his hair. Panting heavily for several minutes the Elder Lich clambered for control of his organ, fighting the urge not to erupt then and there as the demon's insides clenched around his invasion. Fuck, he was sinfully tight. He clutched the demon's hips harshly, trying to steady his breath. His internal heat was so overwhelming, so utterly intoxicating.

Demiurge waited for Ainz to move. He seemed to be hesitating, but whether it because he was trying to give him a moment to adjust to his considerable size or because he was simply stunned by how narrow his channel was, was unclear. He, on the other hand, was more than ready and eager to get to grinding. Until then he savored the feeling of complete fullness, of finally having his master buried inside him. His Lord was so thick, stretching him to the limit; to that fine, faded line between pleasure and pain.

Demiurge glanced back at him, his lips parted as he panted, his crystalline gaze burning with desperation and desire, imploring his master to continue. His face was flushed, a beautiful rose glow painted across his high cheekbones as he sighed his pleasure.

The ruler moaned at the sight, and he began to move in slow, shallow thrusts, taking it easy on the demon to start with. Demiurge bared his teeth, and every muscle in his body tensed. The Overlord knew he was huge, and the Arch Devil beneath him was so small and narrow there was no way this wasn't causing him agony.

Ainz wasn't wrong. It certainly hurt the smaller demon, tremendously, in fact. But Demiurge was a masochist just as much as he was a sadist. And he relished the sharp pain, that was akin to red-hot iron throbbing like a wound in his backside, which was perfectly paired with the feeling of pointed phalanges clutching his bare hips and the cold steel of the rings adorning them, and the weight of his master bearing over him. He focused on the feel of his thickness, the friction of their bodies. He curled his tongue over his fang in pleasure.

Ainz's sharp finger bones dug harsher into the demon's flesh as he gradually increased in pace, causing an even louder, wanton moan to leave his shamelessly begging mouth. It'd been far too long, ages, since he had been truly dominated by another male and the pleading Arch Devil couldn't even fathom how needy he sounded to the one hearing his cries.

The demon's tail coiled and twisted in ecstasy, his head falling back as he began to push to meet his Lord's movements. Demiurge echoed Ainz's hardness, his member flushed purple and a bead of pre-cum swelled on the slit of his gleaming head.

"Punish me like you mean it." He snarled, his diamond eyes flashing and narrowing at his superior. "I can take it...now fuck me hard."

The Elder Lich knew it wasn't meant as genuinely disrespectful, but there was an underlying insubordination, a challenge in his tone, which irritated him just as much as it aroused him.

Challenge accepted.

Ainz begrudgingly complied, and grunted as he began to fuck him with cruel, sharp strokes. He reached forward and roughly shoved the front half of the demon's body into the floor and fisted his hair, pulling it punishingly as he whipped his hips harder. The demon let out a strangled cry, his master was finally going hard and deep enough to strike his prostate. Demiurge's eyes rolled back into his skull and his cock throbbed, drooling a considerable amount of pre-ejaculate in glistening strands onto the floor below.

"Hell yes..." He hissed his approval of the aggressive handling. "Ruin me."

The prurient drawl of the demon's voice almost made the Elder Lich come undone.

The Arch Devil reached for his member, but then Ainz began to pound him viciously enough to where had no choice but to keep both hands firmly planted on the ground so as not to tumble forward from the force.

"I forbid you to touch yourself. Remember, you are being reprimanded, not rewarded." Ainz growled.

But this was very much a reward for Demiurge. An unchaste, gasping moan left the demon's throat. His Lord was being just as sexually cruel and controlling with him as he was to his servant. And he absolutely loved it.

A skeletal hand much larger than his own moved from his hip and dragged its way down from his chest to his taut abdomen, the sharp, pointed tips of his finger bones leaving faint trails of pink on the Arch Devil's pallid skin in their wake. His master admired his beautifully sculpted form, and the Arch Devil instinctively tensed from the alien intimacy of the touch, but did not recoil from it. He whimpered as his hand drifted closer to his painfully aching organ, but Ainz stopped mere inches from the base and did not touch it as Demiurge hoped he would.

Desperate for release, Demiurge's massive wings exploded out of his back with a sound like wind catching in canvas sails, and he flared them upwards to brush against the gyrating form of his master. As he scraped across them, a shuddering gasp was pulled from the demon's lungs as the swollen head of his organ spurted a thick rope of pre-ejaculate.

Ainz picked up his pace until it became ruthless, what rhythm he had lost as he frantically raced towards completion. The ruler released his hair in order to grasp viciously at his back and shoulder, using them as leverage to pound into him harder and more brutally.

Demiurge's talons clawed at the ground, his fangs clenched but the demon was powerless against the unforgiving force of the Elder Lich's onslaught. The crown of his master's member repeatedly punched his prostate, and the Arch Devil's senses quickly spiraled downward into a dark, velvet haze of ecstasy.

Unable to resist touching the Arch Devil's pulsing member anymore, the Overlord balanced himself on one hand and curiously wrapped his other around it, and was surprised that his fingers barely met around the demon's shorter, but much thicker girth. He squeezed his rigid organ lightly and stroked.

The Arch Devil's eyes rolled back into his skull as he was pumped in time with his ruler's thrusts. Molten rapture flooded his veins, and pooled into his loins. Every muscle in his body quivered and clenched, and the demon released a sharp cry as the body behind him rammed home within. He gave in to the overwhelming pleasure that set his blood ablaze, consuming him.

"AINZ!" Demiurge howled as his muscles finally unlocked, and released in a slow, powerfully throbbing euphoria. He burst and violently came all over his master's hand and the ground.

The Elder Lich slowed his thrusts and continued to pump his length, trying to hold out as long as possible. He leaned to the side to look down and was surprised that Demiurge was still throbbing in his hand, and releasing as he had his prostate and cock simultaneously milked. He had created an impressive pool of pre-ejaculate and semen on the floor, and it was only growing outward with each thrust.

A intrigued and pleased rumble left Ainz's chest as Demiurge trembled helplessly beneath him and continued to spurt into the puddle which was quickly expanding into the size of a small dinner plate. The Overlord wondered how much bigger it would get if he pounded him harder while he was still spurting.

He released his member and grasped his shoulder and hip again before lunging forward and breaking into a savage pace. The Elder Lich curled his hips into him as rapidly as he could, plunging into the demon mercilessly, tearing a broken yell from Demiurge's throat.

Hearing the Arch Devil scream for him pushed Ainz Ooal Gown past the point of no return. With a few more hard strokes he moaned the Arch Devil's name, and clutched his hips painfully as his cock heaved and he exploded with a guttural snarl, erupting forcefully within his tight passage, painting his channel with his pearly essence.

Demiurge felt every throb of his Lord's orgasm, and he poured even more into the pool.

"Ainz..." He purred, as he gradually came down from his high. That was all he could say as he panted on his hands and knees, and the Elder Lich rested his forehead against the demon's nape while the throb in his organ slowly subsided and they both tried to recover.

The Overlord slowly withdrew from his Commander, and they each moaned softly at the separation of their joined form.

"I should probably return to the throne room before Albedo grows suspicious." Ainz said as he shakily rose from the ground and tucked himself back into his robes.

"That...would be wise." Demiurge agreed through arduous breaths. "If anyone asks....I will say I was disciplined accordingly."

"Understood. And thank you, Commander. I must say, that was extremely enjoyable." And with that, Ainz glided out of his quarters.

As the demon finally caught his breath, and came to the realization that the water was no longer running in the bathroom, and chances his servant heard the tail end of what transpired on the opposite side of the door were high. Before he could pull his pants up around his hips or stand out of the undignified position, the bathroom door cracked open.

Lillith cautiously peered out, and her eyes widened behind strands of wet hair at the sight of her master knelt on all fours and a considerable pool of semen beneath his wilting cock.

They were both silent, waiting for one another to say something.

Lilith spoke first.

"Um...I'll go get a mop." She finally said.

Demiurge couldn't help but laugh.