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Demiurge struck Albedo for the third time, this time with enough force to send her flying across the room, the back of her head and her spine hitting the wall hard enough to crush the air from her lungs. She slumped to the floor and coughed from the impact. Again, she got back to her feet.

No matter what she did, she couldn't land a strike on her assailant.

Albedo charged at him and drew her arm back for a punch, and he ducked and harshly grabbed her by the joints of her wings, his claws digging in mercilessly and used them as handles to flip and hurl her away from him.

"Did you really think you could get away with it? That there would be no repercussions?" He snarled. "You put our Lord in danger once before by acting strictly on emotion and not logic. And here you are doing it again, but this time interfering with his personal life and decisions, for your own selfish desires."

She didn't know when they started sparring, or how he even got into her room. But every time she got up, he would viciously beat her back down. She had to fight back, or at this rate he would undoubtedly kill her.

"I would not recommend fighting me. It should be blatantly obvious by now that you cannot win." He said with a smug grin, his crystalline eyes narrowing at her, as though reading her mind.

Albedo ignored his advice and picked herself back up of the ground, and rushed him. But again, he was faster and stronger than her. The Arch Devil stood still as she ran at him and then leaped and spun in a roundhouse kick when she was within striking range. But to her horror, he didn't land a kick with his foot. He connected using his armored tail, and a long, deep gash was ripped into her chest by the six spikes arming it. He may as well have struck her with a morning star mace. She wailed in pain, and felt an alarming amount of hot blood running down her front. He laughed cruelly at her, and flung the blood off of his living weapon, streaking the walls and floor with crimson. She dropped to the ground, sobbing in agony and frustration. The Arch Devil crouched over her crumpled form and she cringed when the demon fisted her ebony hair, lifting her face upwards to look him in the eye.

"You never learn, do you?" He growled, and he slammed her head hard into the floor, and everything dimmed.

Albedo jerked awake with a start, and her chest heaved as her breath came in short gasps.

Again her dreams revolved around being assaulted by the Guardian of the 7th Floor, and in each of them, she was utterly powerless to defend herself. If she didn't know better, she would say he was somehow invading and controlling her dreams.

After she had walked in on the Arch Devil and her beloved Ainz Ooal Gown in a most compromising position, she confronted the demon as she was blinded with rage. She knew it was probably a bad idea to even acknowledge what she had seen, but she was in deeply in love with Ainz, and to see him being...affectionate with the male demon instead of her, had completely set her off.

She admitted it, she was a bitch to him to say that their Lord would never favor Demiurge over her, and she accused him of altering Ainz's judgement somehow. The demon enraged her further by confessing this wasn't their first tryst, and then threatened her, and ever since then she has been plagued with dreams like these.

If anyone would know if Demiurge had the power to invade her dreams, it would be her supreme ruler.

---

"My Lord...is there something about Demiurge that I don't know?" Albedo asked Lord Ainz as he was reclined on his throne.

"What do you mean?" He inquired.

He had been dreading speaking to her about any of this.

"Lately I have been having dreams...where he attacks me...he mortally wounds me." She said. "And no matter what I do...I can't fight back, and he always wins."

That was not what he was expecting her to say in the least. He had expected something to the effect of; "Is he gay? Or into men and women?"

Ainz thought for a moment. As far as he knew, there was nothing the demon possessed, powers, or magical object or otherwise, that would give him the ability to specifically target and influence an individual's dreams in any way.

Were the NPCs evolving to have new abilities? He couldn't rule the possibility out.

He then wondered if this may be a ploy to try to turn him against Demiurge, as he knew she was already livid with the Arch Devil for winning any sort of favor with him. As much as he wanted to fully trust the appointed supervisor of the Guardians, she was madly in love with him (due to his own mistake of altering her core programming) and feared she would do anything to get her way; especially after she purposefully interrupted them after being ordered not to disturb their sparring practice. The reason she did so hardly qualified as urgent. He knew she had been spying on them and rushed to stop what she saw unfolding.

But he still gave her an honest answer.

"No, I don't believe so. I've heard that dreams are the mind's way of working out deeper underlying emotions or issues. Sometimes one dreams of what is bothering them most. Did something happen between the two of you that I am not aware of?"

"...Forgive me Lord, but I...confronted him, after I saw..." Albedo was hesitant, but she confessed. "I know I shouldn't have. But...I did. And he was so angry. He threatened to have me stripped of my title if I interfered again." She admitted.

'Seriously? No wonder Demiurge was pissed off enough to do what he did in the kitchen!'

Ainz facepalmed. Surely the demon spoke out of anger, and nothing more. While normally level-headed, Demiurge and Ainz were both sexually riled beyond belief at the time, so he wasn't completely surprised he would say something like that in the heat of the moment of being cruelly cock-blocked.

"I was just as much of a participant in what you unfortunately witnessed as he was. We are not married, Albedo. You and I are not...involved with one another. You cannot confront Demiurge when he has done nothing wrong, because of your personal feelings for me." He calmly explained, but inside he was extremely upset with her. "Demiurge and I are not...serious. What we do is our business, but if it makes you feel better about the situation, I assure you, it is merely for fun. Nothing more."

"But why can't you and I do those things? Why him?" She pushed him further.

"I do not have to justify my actions!" His tone grew fangs as he grew more irritated. He did not want to have to explain that he was attracted to men as well as women, and Demiurge gave him a safe way to explore that side of himself without judgement or relationship-related complications. He especially didn't want to have to say that he wasn't the least bit interested in marriage, or children, both of which she desperately wanted with him. Ainz deeply regretted altering her programming, now more than ever.

Albedo flinched, and when he saw the hurt in her eyes, and his voice softened.

"Again, it is my business, not yours. You were not meant to see it, which is why I requested not to be disturbed. But you did anyways, and with impeccable timing, which leads me to believe you did so intentionally. Which I must say, offends and displeases me greatly. Do you not want me to be happy, Albedo?" He asked.

"Forgive me, Lord, if I gave you such an impression. Of course I wish for your happiness. I am infinitely sorry for offending you...I just...don't understand why you have chosen him for these things." She knelt and bowed her head submissively.

"Why does not matter. The fact is that I have, and you must accept it. I apologize if it is not what you desired. However..." Ainz delicately lifted her chin. "...when the time comes for an heir to the throne, you will be who bears and raises that child. Are you satisfied with that? Does that seem like a fair compromise?"

"Really? You mean it?" Her eyes beamed up at him.

"Yes, Albedo. But you must never interfere again." He said.

Her raven-like wings beat with joy as she seemed to let go of most of her anger in that moment.

"Yes! I will not disappoint you! Thank you, my Lord!" She smiled a genuine smile that shone like the sun.

Ainz Ooal Gown had never seen her so happy. Now he could hopefully have more freedom in his own Tomb (which shouldn't have been an issue in the first place) and not have to sneak around as much.

---

Lilith didn't want to get out of bed this morning.

She was actually dreading seeing Tuare after knowing what she had witnessed. She hated to feel that way; Tuare was her best and only friend in Nazarick. They told each other almost everything.

She wanted to strangle Demiurge for not letting on that Tuare was still in the kitchen when he threw her on the marble island and fucked her senseless_._ And she was nothing short of mortified to learn that her friend saw the whole thing, and then to add to her monumental embarrassment, Sebas walked in to not only see Demiurge spurting all over her back, but Tuare standing agape at the carnal scene that had unfolded before her.

But because they were coworkers, she had no choice but work along side her. Lillith walked down the hallway on the way to the kitchen to begin her shift, and saw her friend almost skipping gleefully from the opposite direction.

"Hi, Lillith!" She said and waved, grinning from ear to ear. She was absolutely glowing with joy.

Lillith was actually taken aback. She certainly wasn't expecting such a warm greeting after what had transpired.

She expected a mumbled greeting and a severe lack of eye contact.

"You sure seem happy!" Lillith said and smiled, thrilled that it was the total opposite.

She couldn't have more relieved by the lack of awkwardness she was so sure would hang over them both like a dark storm cloud. But she still couldn't help but feel weird about it, even if Tuare seemed to have brushed it off as though it were nothing.

"I sure am! I don't know what happened after I ran away yesterday, after...y_ou know.._." She said, and Lillith flushed.

Of course it at least had be acknowledged. There was no way around it.

"...I thought I was in serious trouble with Sebas, but later that night..." Tuare continued, and her voice trail away suggestively, and she joined Lillith in a blush.

Lillith's eyes bulged at what her friend was implying.

"Really?! You two...?"

Tuare giggled girlishly and her blush deepened. Something definitely happened, and she was over the moon about it.

"That's great! I'm so happy for you!" Lillith gushed. She was ultimately relieved that the uncomfortable awkwardness she was dreading had been burned out of existence by Tuare's pure joy which was as bright as the sun.

Lillith definitely didn't see that coming. Who would have thought Demiurge's crude and harsh words would have actually been what the Butler needed to hear in order to encourage him in furthering his relationship with Tuare?

---

***Last evening***

Tuare closed herself off in the maids' main bedroom, hurling herself onto the bed and cried.

After Sebas reported Demiurge to Lord Ainz, he entered the maids' quarters, to find Tuare a borderline hysterical wreck. She had huddled into the corner of her bed against the wall so she didn't have to face him. She couldn't bear to, not after what she had been caught in the middle of.

Hearing her broken and tearful cries, Sebas sat on the bed with her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Her petite frame was shaking and wracked with sobs. Seeing her like this, he couldn't even pretend to be angry to find her as he did earlier. She was utterly distraught. It was breaking his heart.

"Tuare, are you alright?" He asked. "Did he hurt you? Threaten you?"

"No...nothing like that. He ordered me to leave...when he came into the kitchen he was so angry. He ordered us all out, but we were all so scared. I thought he might hurt Lillith. I didn't want to leave her by herself." Her sobs slowed to hiccups. "He ordered me to get out again and...I froze. I was terrified. I couldn't move, or even leave when I wanted to."

"Did he hurt Lillith?" He asked, and she noticed his gaze harden. He was so protective of them both.

"No, he-he started kissing her. I was...shocked. It was forceful, but...heated. Mutual." Tuare watched his eyes widen with disbelief. He looked at her like she had grown a second head. "What they have is... I think he may actually care about her_._"

"I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and then it suddenly escalated. But I...I still couldn't move."

"And then for some reason, I was so shocked by it that I...kind of...wanted to see what would happen." She admitted, tearing up again. "I know it was messed up. And then he saw me still standing there, but he didn't stop. I should have left then...but I didn't."

He could see she was conflicted, but more than anything, she was disgusted with herself.

"Is there something wrong with me?" She asked.

"Tuare..." Sebas pulled her to him in a hug as she started to cry once more. "No, what happened wasn't your fault."

After a few minutes, the tears stopped flowing, and she was quiet.

"...But then I started to wonder...why won't you love me like that?" Tuare looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Sebas was genuinely stunned by her question. Of course he wanted to love her in a similar (but much gentler) fashion, but she was so fragile, and after the horrific abuse she suffered for years at the brothel, he didn't believe she would ever consider wanting to be touched in such a way ever again.

He looked at her face searchingly. He could see she was worried his lack of affection was on her part, even though it was entirely him who withheld it; and because of that she was afraid something was wrong with her.

He had made her insecure with herself. This was his fault.

Then he remembered what Demiurge had said to him.

"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?"

In his rage, those words didn't ring clear. Now they made perfect sense. But he would never, ever make the first move, not after what had happened to her. She was too sweet, too kind. But if she truly wanted his affection, he would not deny her that. Not if it made her happy. That was all he wanted for her.

"Is that what you really want?" He asked.

"I love you Sebas..." She gave him a watery smile.

That demonic bastard was so damned perceptive. He could see that she loved him even before he had, and he thought he knew Tuare better than anyone.

Tuare timidly slid her arms around his neck, and kissed him softly. It was very much like the first time she pecked him on the lips, but this time, he returned the kiss.

Then they were both lost to each other.

---

Albedo shifted and sighed softly in her sleep, and felt a heavy hand lazily drifting over her backside. Still unsure if she were dreaming or not, she turned over to see her Lord reclined comfortably next to her in bed.

"Lord?" She muttered sleepily and rubbed her eyes, surprised but undeniably quite happy to find him here with to her.

She gasped as he suddenly moved to sit astride her, and he gathered her wrists into one hand and aggressively pinned her arms over her head.

"M-my Lord!" She stammered breathlessly. Her breath hitched in her throat and her heart started pounding hard against her ribs.

"Albedo..." He murmured, and she felt the heavy weight of his form as he laid the length of his body almost flat over her own. She could feel his prominent erection pressing into her inner thigh; how he now possessed reproductive organs, she didn't know, nor did she care; she wanted him inside her.

"Make me yours, Ainz." She pleaded and arched against him, the silk of his academic robes slipping over her skin like water.

He gently trailed his fingers over her face, and she allowed the feathers of her lashes to flutter closed as they trailed downward over her neck and collarbone, and she noticed the tips of the bones were growing sharper and more pointed by the moment, almost like claws.

"How foolish you are."

As his last words were spoken, his voice grew crisper, darker. Her eyes flew open to see not her beloved Ainz Ooal Gown, but the sharp and angular face of Demiurge bearing over her.

A chill shot down her spine. The silk of Ainz's robes transformed into the stiffer material of the Arch Devil's vermilion pinstripe suit before her very eyes.

She was momentarily frozen within the ice of his crystalline gaze, and there were fangs in his predatory grin. In an instant his armored tail coiled around her calves like a python, immobilizing her legs in place.

She screamed and instinctively strained against his grasp and tried to thrash, but it was useless. His grasp was like iron, and he had her effectively restrained beneath him.

"You really think you would find him in your bed? How amusing." He sneered, and drug his hot tongue up the side of her face in a rapist's promise.

Having no free limbs to strike at him with, Albedo beat her wings rapidly, desperately trying to gain enough lift to shake him off of her. He laughed cruelly and shifted his knees over them, pinning them down by their long primary feathers with his weight. She cried out from the pain and pressure it caused.

"Feathers are useless in any fight." He chuckled, antagonizing her.

Her nostrils flared with animosity, and she narrowed her golden feline-like eyes and snarled.

"Fuck you, Demiurge." She hissed, and the corner of his mouth curled upward in knowing, smug smile. His spectacles glinted in the moonlight shining through the window, as did the fangs in his smile. He looked like the cat that got the canary, and before she could contemplate what he knew that she didn't, he abruptly lunged forward, and hissed through his fangs.

Time stood still as a sharp, fierce ache rippled through her body. Utter disbelief and shock etched itself across her features. They were both motionless as he allowed the reality of what he had just done to her fully sink in, and just as he hoped, it dropped on her like a lead balloon. He lowered his head licked her throat, tasting her fear; and he then started to move.

"Quite the opposite, Albedo." He whispered, his voice chilling as he began to slowly curl his hips into her.

Her jaw dropped open in a loud gasp, and she stared straight up at the ceiling with glassy eyes, all thought and pain wiped out by the blinding, sudden and most of all, completely unexpected pleasure coursing through her with each stroke.

He had broken her. He took her purity. The demon stole, no, robbed her what she had been saving for Ainz.

Demiurge let out a shuddering groan as her unused passage clenched harshly around his thick cock, trying to force his invasion out.

"Honestly, I didn't truly believe you were a virgin. But I stand most pleasantly corrected." He murmured, as he picked up the pace.

Albedo heard herself moan against her will.

This was wrong. She loved and wanted Ainz.

Not him.

But here Demiurge was inside of her, filling her so perfectly, and as shocking it was to her, she didn't want him to stop. His movements felt fluid, practiced, and dare she say expert.

He let his eyes devour her in all her glory, her knee length ebony hair spilled all around her, the soft glint of her dainty golden harness that accentuated her large breasts in a spider's web pattern catching his eye. His skin looked dark next to her alabaster complexion. She was undeniably beautiful.

She arched upwards to meet his movements. He smiled then, reveling in the satisfaction that she was no longer struggling.

The Arch Devil caressed her right breast with his free hand, sliding it under the large, creamy globe to cradle it before massaging with such perfect pressure that she had to bite her tongue to prevent from moaning his name. His thumb encircled and rolled over her nipple, making Albedo let out a breathy cry; she had never felt anything so exquisite.

When Ainz had unexpectedly requested to feel up her chest after Nazarick was transported to the new world, while it was pleasurable, compared to the demon, the Elder Lich's hands were fumbling, unsure, as much as she didn't want to say anything remotely negative about their worshiped ruler, they were...inexperienced. Which didn't really bother her, but now...now it was like comparing candlelight to the intense blaze of the sun. Now that she knew she could feel something like this, her true love's touch utterly paled in comparison.

Demiurge plunged into her faster, and Albedo could sense something building, a glowing heat unfurling rapidly between her thighs, and it wasn't just the demon's cock throbbing between her folds.

He watched her face with heated interest, his gaze darkening with a cruel satisfaction. The Arch Devil could see the panic, the confusion in her eyes as she was truly unfamiliar with the sensations overwhelming her.

She felt something powerful, something fiery threatening to detonate within her. And the faster he moved, the more intense it became.

"What you are feeling...is your first orgasm..." He purred in her ear, before hegrowled and he whipped his hips into her harder, feeling her chest rise against his as she sucked in a deep breath, and she helplessly writhed and arched up off the bed against his restraint. But the Arch Devil held her fast, forcing her to take every sensation in its entirety. All of her muscles tightened and clenched, and she wailed as they unlocked, and he felt her walls clamp like a trap around his member and then fluttered around him deliciously.

He chuckled against her neck, amused by how easily she came for the one who so hatefully tormented her the past few nights.

"And it is mine."

Albedo woke up screaming, the throb of orgasm slowly pulsing away. She was sweating like she just ran a marathon, her eyes wide and dilated. She was alone. She frantically flicked her panicked gaze around the room. Her assailant was no where in sight.

If it was no more than a dream, why could she feel every ridge of his member, the cold armor plating of his tail, and the fibers of his suit?

It was so lucid, so realistic.

---

Demiurge couldn't be more pleased with himself.

Through his inherent incubus abilities, he invaded Albedo's dream and not only stole her sense innocence (but physically she was intact), but also took any pleasure out of intimacy with Ainz she might have in the future.

Through his two interactions with his Lord, he knew Ainz was rather inexperienced when it comes to sex, which while that was of great appeal for him (something he could not only corrupt, but teach, how fun!), when it came to women, they always prefer a seasoned male (though for some reason they frowned upon the idea of what gave them such an accumulation of knowledge and experience; multiple partners). Whether they admitted it or not, no woman wants a virgin. Virgins meant fumbling hands, easily fatigued mouths, a lack of rhythm and more often than not, premature ejaculation.

Now that she had a taste of what it really means to be taken, Ainz Ooal Gown would have far less appeal, and he could have the Elder Lich for himself.

Which is really what this had been about. Had he been curious what Albedo would be like in the sack? Of course. Was he disappointed? Extremely. There was nothing really wrong with her; she was beautiful, virginally tight, and innocent enough. But she failed to excite him. Albedo was familiar with him and (most of) his abilities so when he had his way with her, her eyes lacked the fear of his inhuman strength and his untold power that he saw in his servant's gaze when he took her. She did not call him Master, or beg him for more, as she was just as prideful as he. While she could be dominated, she was not submissive.

He did not climax with her, but he had not intended to. His intention was to manipulate her into no longer seeking Ainz's affection or interfering with his and his master's interactions, and he was satisfied that he was successful in accomplishing that.

And should Albedo approach him for more, he could laugh and throw it back in her face as if it never happened. He could see the shock on her face now; no one rejected anyone as attractive as her. He would be the first, and he knew it would severely wound and deflate her ego.

But she needed to be taken down a notch anyways. He would never forgive her for what she did. Ever. He was just that cruel.

---

With emotions and tensions running high in Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown decided to try to diffuse the worst of it by holding an evening dinner party. He hoped to give everyone an evening to relax and enjoy themselves. All had the day off (a very rare occasion), except for Lillith, who was a 24/7 servant to her master. But Demiurge did bring her along with him, and she hoped it was so that she might also enjoy the food and festivities.

He seated himself in an isolated booth in the back of the room. He waved his hand at her in a dismissive manner, giving Lillith permission to wander around and make herself a plate of food.

As Lillith nervously meandered around the large and unfamiliar ballroom, she found Sebas and Tuare at their own booth, enjoying a bottle of red wine and a plate of various cheeses.

As she approached their booth, Lillith noticed Tuare was wearing a slate gray dress that flowed like water to just below her knees. It had a halter neck line with a small keyhole cut out that tastefully accentuated her cleavage and an empire waste that made her already small form look impossibly tiny. She paired it with a pair of strapped silver heels. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Hi, Lillith! Come sit with us!" Tuare offered and Sebas pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you, Sebas. And Tuare, you look so beautiful! Such a lovely dress." Lillith gushed. She had never seen her friend wearing anything but a maid's uniform.

"Thank you! Sebas bought the outfit for me." She took the compliment with grace.

"She looks beautiful no matter what she wears. But as my date it wouldn't do for her to come in her maid's uniform." Sebas said as he chastely kissed her hand. Tuare blushed.

Lillith's heart soared for her friend. She had never seen Sebas make an openly affectionate gesture. They were so cute together!

"Have you tried any of the food yet?" Lillith asked them. She had yet to survey the buffet and wondered what she should get for her and her master.

"Yes, the cheeses are excellent. I would grab a few before they are gone. Did you come as Demiurge's date?" Tuare inquired, her face hopeful.

"Date? I didn't it know it was that type of event."

Now Tuare's sense of fashion seemed obvious and what Sebas said made more sense. And here Lillith was wearing her usual maid's outfit among all of the elegantly dressed denizens of Nazarick. While it was a tastefully lacy and low-cut outfit, it was not exactly fitting for the occasion.

"Oh...sorry. Sebas brought me as his, and I thought Demiurge had asked you..." Her voice trailed off, unsure of how to finish her sentence.

"No worries. I'm just happy to leave the graveyard!" Lillith joked, brushing it off. They both chuckled with her, well aware of the way the demon morbidly decorated his Floor with the skulls and bones of his victims. She didn't want to spoil everyone's fun.

She glanced back at where Demiurge sat, and he looked bored as he casually watched his servant from across the sprawling room.

Lillith made small talk with them for a few minutes before making her way to the buffet to collect a few morsels. Catching sight of Shalltear Bloodfallen making an entrance, Lillith quickly returned to Demiurge's table with a plate of cheese and slices of meat. She no longer felt safe straying too far from the watchful eye and protection of her master.

Lillith sat next to him, and curiously took a bite of the dried meat. While it was savory and tasted of roasted garlic and herb, it didn't hold a candle to the maple and bourbon steaks Demiurge had cooked for her and Azazel at the ranch. The Arch Devil glanced at her, but said nothing and didn't indulge in the snacks she had brought for them both.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence and watching the other Guardians and the many Battle Maids socialize and dance with one another, Lillith turned to the demon.

"You don't like parties?" She asked, trying to break the ice. "Or dancing?"

Demiurge huffed through his nose. She couldn't tell if he was more amused or offended by her innocent question.

"No...social scenes are not to my liking. I'm far too reclusive to enjoy myself in such a setting." He said. "I much prefer the comfort and familiarity of my quarters."

Lillith regretted asking once she actually gave the question consideration. Now that she thought about it, in his downtime he was usually found residing in his study with the fireplace burning away and reading, or in his crafting room constructing something horrifyingly beautiful. He really wasn't a social butterfly; he was more of a quiet bookworm, or craftsman. Compared to what he preferred, this environment was certainly anxiety inducing, not only for him but also for her, a human. This gathering and the dinner was for the Guardians and denizens of Nazarick; personal servants were not exactly invited or even considered worthy by most attending to be here, but Demiurge brought her anyway, for reasons unknown.

Maybe he just didn't want to be here alone. After all, misery loves company.

"So...what do you do for fun at these events, Master?" She asked.

"Nothing. I simply wait for it to end." He said broodingly, his tail flicking in agitation.

'Well, that's depressing.'

"Oh. Um...is there anything specific you would like for me to fetch for you from the buffet?" She offered. "A drink, maybe?"

"No, thank you." He deflected and sighed.

She had never seen her Master so listless. He rested his face on his hand, and was stone-faced, expressionless. He looked more than bored, or unhappy; he looked downright miserable to be here.

Her poor Master. What could she do to lift his spirits? He was going to kill the mood completely if she didn't do something.

He didn't want food or drink. He obviously didn't care for conversation. To say he was less than entertained by the party was a severe understatement. But the one thing she had not offered him was pleasure.

While he had not demanded it of her (yet), she knew with the way things were going he certainly wouldn't turn it down.

The Arch Devil watched her with mild interest out of the corner of his eye as Lillith sucked her lower lip into her mouth and scanned the room quickly, before turning a heated look upon him.

"I bet I could still make you enjoy yourself here." She said in a low tone.

He quirked an eyebrow and chuckled lightly, flashing her a fanged grin.

'Someone is feeling brave.' He thought to himself. And just what imaginary power does she hold over him that would convince her that she could make him do anything at all?

"Oh really?" He looked at her with a challenge in his eyes and narrowed his gemstone gaze at her as he pushed his spectacles more securely onto his face. "Then do enlighten me. I hope for your sake you have something remarkably entertaining in mind if you honestly think you can make me enjoy myself." He said, his voice laden with arrogance, yet he was undeniably intrigued by her brazen words.

Then what she did next truly surprised him…she surveyed the room once more before she disappeared under the table cloth.

"What the Hell are you doing?" he hissed in halfhearted protest as her deft hands made quick work of his trouser button and belt. He couldn't believe she had the gall to dive right under the table.

"Allow me to pleasure you, Master." she whispered back, her tone sultry.

She was going to do this here?! There were dozens of others around. It was insanely risky, impromptu and risque. But he couldn't help but admire her boldness. He was training her far too well.

"I want to taste you...please, Master?" She murmured sweetly as she smoothed her hand over the growing bulge.

The touch was not permitted, but he did very much like that she was addressing him as Master, as the dominant, and practically begging to please him. And the demon was so impressed by her ballsy offer to suck him off in public that he decided to let it go for now.

Demiurge closed his eyes, after that statement there was no stopping the way the blood in his body raced to his groin. His member sprang to full attention, and it was so insistent he was surprised it didn't smack her in the face as soon as she released him from the confines of his pants. He was too hard to say no now.

"Permitted." She heard him mutter through clenched fangs under his breath, finally giving in.

The Arch Devil swallowed thickly as she immediately twirled her velvety tongue over the gleaming head.

The demon inhaled sharply when she slid her mouth over his member, and he quickly dulled his features into a mask of bored nonchalance even as his heart rate skyrocketed. Holy Hell, she had gotten so good at sucking him just how he liked it. His mind whirled heatedly as she took his throbbing organ deep into her throat. One of his gloved hands found and grasped the back of her neck in encouragement.

As much as he hated being wrong, he had to hand it to her; this was fun. He was now genuinely enjoying himself.

Lillith was certainly moving things along quickly; that or it was the potentially high risk of the situation, or perhaps an exquisite combination of both. He fought his upper lip from curling as he struggled to keep his breathing in check, to at least appear somewhat natural. Demiurge closed his eyes again to hide that they were now rolling back in his head as her tongue stroked the valley between his glans, and he tried to decide if coming quickly would be best or just plain embarrassing. When he opened them his gaze widened slightly when he saw Albedo approaching their table.

"Someone is coming..." he growled just low enough for her to hear. "But don't you dare stop, you fucking tease. You will finish what you started_._"

She whimpered in acknowledgment around his pulsing length just as Albedo came into hearing range.

"Where's your little human pet, Demiurge?" The succubus asked as she put her hand on her hips condescendingly, her jealousy all too obvious.

Below the table Lillith froze and her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach with fear. His clawed thumb stroking her neck was reassuring, but also reminded her that she was under orders. She obediently resumed her effort as the demon spoke. But his voice failed to waiver, which was impressive, especially as her tongue coiled around the sensitive head of his cock.

"She's fetching me a drink. What do you care?" He casually glanced around, as if he wondered that he had been overheard.

"Why did you bring your servant, of all people to this? Are the kitchen maids not doing the same job as her?" Albedo sneered.

"Why shouldn't I? She has been such a good girl lately, I think she has earned it." He argued, but he kept his irritation in check.

"And as for your second question; no." He continued, dismissing the succubus's shitty attitude. "She sees to all of my needs." He said, raising a brow suggestively. "The maids merely cook and clean. My servant does not only that, but her main job is far more demanding; keeping my primal desires satiated. Her work is never done."

"So...she's not your date?" Demiurge almost groaned aloud; not from Albedo's hopeful tone, but the way Lillith had just flattened her tongue against his frenelum and sucked deeply.

Lillith loved that he was standing up for her. She never expected him to defend her against the Supervisor of the Guardians.

"No, Albedo." He said, and his gaze as well as his voice darkened with lust, more than he had intended. "She's my slave, my submissive, always at my command. At the snap of my fingers she's on her back, or her knees. Whatever I'm in the mood for."

That comment soaked Lillith. She almost moaned around his member.

And Albedo couldn't help but take notice of the fire in his words, as well as his eyes.

"In that case, I don't have a date, if you can possibly believe that. Would you like to be mine?" She sounded so incredibly arrogant and positive he would leap at opportunity that the demon actually threw his head back and cackled, as though she had said the most amusing thing he had ever heard in his life. He was so distracted by how euphoric he felt that he didn't bother maintaining his composure. Lillith froze in shock, never having heard him laugh so heartily, but she continued the moment his fingers gave her nape a demanding push.

Why the Hell should he be her date after she fed him such a condescending attitude? Who the Hell does she think she is? Oh, this was just too rich.

"I do apologize, Albedo." His voice was polite, but firm in its dismissal and the succubus's features dropped in utter disappointment, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, but what ever possessed you to ask me rather than your heart's obsession, Lord Ainz?"

Her face pinched into an embarrassed scowl. "I..." She was completely unprepared for his question.

"I..." She couldn't answer that, not in good conscience.

What if had only been a dream?

Lillith couldn't help but listen intently to the conversation happening above her while she avidly sucked Demiurge's thick length. Part of her was terrified she was going to get caught giving the Commander of Defenses head under the table at a Guardian's event, yet there was a another part of her who wanted to jump up from under the table and tell this bitch to get away from her master. While Lillith was amiable in sharing her Lord with another male, sharing him with another woman was a different story entirely. And as a lowly servant, she had no place to try to lay claim to him, but the idea of him giving what he gives to her to another female made a hot, red sun of jealousy rise in her chest.

"You...what?" He pushed the succubus for an answer, genuinely interested in how she might try to explain her actions, and then he narrowed his gaze and one corner of his mouth curled in amusement.

Albedo's stomach flipped. It was the same look he gave her before he took her in the dream.

Lillith could feel how close Demiurge was to coming. She could see his tail curling tightly behind him in pleasure and wondered if she should back off to give the Supervisor of the Guardians time to walk away or if her standing there would only heighten her master's ecstasy. There was a more insistent nudge at her nape which Lillith took as the sign to keep moving forward. He shifted slightly in his seat and Lillith took that opportune moment to swallow against him. Silently working her throat around the head of his cock, she felt him quiver in her mouth; a hot stream of pre-ejaculate squirted down her throat. He was fighting with every ounce of his strength not to burst and then he hardened even more over her tongue like marble.

"I'm afraid I must politely decline your offer, Albedo. But I'm sure Lord Ainz would be happy to have you as his." He said with false sincerity.

He knew fully well the Elder Lich would kindly refuse.

The demon watched in amusement and cruel satisfaction as Albedo shifted uncomfortably before him, now embarrassed and insecure that he not only rejected her, but actually preferred his human servant over her. Not knowing what else to do, she bowed at the waist to him before taking her leave.

Demiurge tightened his grasp around the back of his servant's neck before he forcefully pulled her further onto his member, sheathing himself to the hilt; then he calmly said goodbye to Albedo.

Lillith heard her heels click away, and then when she was out of earshot, the Arch Devil let out a throaty groan. Lillith saw his chest heave and felt him explode; he spurted so hard into the back of her throat that she almost gagged. She couldn't help the triumphant curve of her lips as she eagerly took down everything he gave her and he gradually sagged back in his chair as he emptied himself. The demon's fingers slowly relaxed and uncurled themselves from her nape. Carefully, she tucked his softening member back into his pants and quietly buckled his belt. After another minute his clawed hand beckoned her from below the table and she slowly slipped up and into her seat.

Demiurge couldn't help himself, he laughed aloud at the insanely smug smirk on his submissive's face. As he laughed, her smirk became a sly, sexy grin that made him want to grab and drag her back to his quarters and have his wicked way with her. Lillith couldn't prevent it; she started to giggle. Curse the lot of them that were now avidly watching the usually cool and collected 7th Floor Guardian laugh exuberantly with his human servant.

Albedo looked back to the table she had left not one minute ago, and noticed there was no drink brought to the demon as he said his servant was doing. She certainly would have seen the human pass her by if she had come from the buffet where the drinks were served. Albedo now knew that not only had his servant actually been there with him the whole time, but most likely heard everything she said and she felt a pang of jealousy when she realized where the human had been and what she had been doing as the Arch Devil coldly rejected her.

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Demiurge and Lillith both returned to the 7th Floor in a pleasant mood. After their stunt, Demiurge was feeling far less uptight, and he took her up on her earlier offer for a drink. One turned into two, then 3. He had a high tolerance for alcohol, so at this point he was running on a nice buzz, and was treating her more like an equal rather than his slave under the influence.

"I must say, that was indeed quite entertaining, my pet." The Arch Devil admitted as he paused before the door to his quarters.

"You looked so miserable, Master. I had to do something!" Lillith laughed. "You may have killed the life of the party if I didn't intervene."

"I've been known to kill many things, but with you in tow, I don't believe the life of the party will be in danger any longer." He grinned.

Demiurge unlocked the door and entered the room, and as he did his acute hearing detected a rustling sound that his servant did not. She began to step inside behind him but Demiurge pushed her back out of the doorway before moving in front of her protectively.

"Get back. Someone has broken in." He growled low in his throat and bared his fangs threateningly. The demon extended his talons into scythes, arming himself further, and his tail arched into an 'S' at the ready to strike. After the Eight Fingers had abducted Tuare, he would take no chances and was prepared to filet the intruder alive should they dare to lay a hand on his property.

The demon inhaled deeply, trying to assess the nature of the trespasser and determined it was another Arch Devil, male, and at least 4 years older than he. A sharp grin crept over his features. He recognized the scent all too well, and relief washed over him.

"Brother, you sly bastard! How the Hell did you get past the Battle Maids?" He called out to the darkest area of the room. "You know very well it is a grave offense to enter the walls of Nazarick without an approved escort."

'Demiurge has a brother?!'

Lillith anxiously peered around her master's side to see an unfamiliar Arch Devil step out from the shadows of the dark room. He was quite handsome, and taller than her master. He looked very much like Demiurge, as he had angular and regal features and also possessed an armor plated tail. He was sharply dressed in a long, tailcoat-style purple pinstripe suit jacket, which had an aristocratic feel to it. His inky black hair fell a little further than shoulder length, and was slicked back in the same manner Demiurge tamed his. Both of his long, sharp ears were adorned with several golden rings and cuffs. He did not wear spectacles as his younger brother did, but he shared the same trait of having crystalline eyes. And they were more piercing than Demiurge's, as they were an icy, sapphire blue.

'And he's just as attractive!'

"I'm sure you would not allow for your dear elder brother to be executed when he simply wanted his baby brother to wish him happy birthday?" The other demon responded.

The ends of Demiurge's ears drooped, as though expressing submission or even shame. Lillith had never seen them do that; around her they always stood tall and proud. It showed just how much respect he had for him.

"Of course not. And forgive me, our previously planned dinner had completely slipped my mind." Demiurge said as he pinched the bridge of his nose regretfully. "I was unfortunately distracted when I was forced to attend another dinner party scheduled last minute by my most honorable ruler. However, I do promise to make it up to you."

"You are forgiven. I know your work keeps you quite busy, and Ulbert would be most proud in how far you have come; I witnessed the aftermath of your last Operation from afar. The flames of Gehenna were a glorious sight to behold from my window." He brushed his brother's forgetfulness off and tucked his hands behind his back. The demon's eyes had not missed the female cringing behind his brother in fear.

"And what is this delectable little creature cowering behind you? Did you get me a human for my birthday dinner?" The older demon locked his glacial gaze onto Lillith and carnivorously curled his tongue over his fang, in much the same manner as her master.

Demiurge laughed again as he felt her small hands gripping the back of his suit jacket as she hid like a frightened child.

"No, Malphas, I'm afraid not. This is my servant, my pet." Her Master reached back and caught her arm to drag her out from behind him and to his front, so his brother could have a good look at her. But he kept his hands on her shoulders reassuringly.

"Pet, this is my elder brother, Malphas." Demiurge introduced her to the taller demon. "Fear not, I won't allow him to eat you." He assured her safety. "But I cannot promise he won't want a taste."

"You know me too well, Demiurge." Malphas chuckled.

Malphas stalked towards them both, and she could tell he was no shorter than six foot-six inches, and she had never felt smaller in her life. He leaned his dauntingly tall frame down to inspect the human. Up close, Lillith could see that the finely cut facets of his eyes were several different shades of blue; azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, and ultramarine. His eyes held the chilling color palette of glaciers beneath the night sky. It was mesmerizing.

'They're beautiful...'

"It's...it's nice to m-meet you, sir." Lillith's voice wavered in not only in fear but anxiousness as she meekly looked up him. She said it as quietly as a mouse, but it was audible by both demons' heightened hearing abilities.

Malphas gave her a low, growling chuckle and it made the hair on the back of her nape stand on end.

"She's utterly terrified of me. How adorable!" The older demon grew a broad grin, exposing sharp ivory fangs identical to his brother's.

"As to be expected. She was quite frightened of me at first as well. But don't let it fool you. She has the cravings of a vixen, and fear of her aggressor only heightens her excitement." Demiurge purred with pride as he stroked her now blushing face with the back of one finger.

'Why? WHY would you tell him that?!'

"Is that so?" Malphas drawled and drew a brow with mounting interest in his brother's pet.

The elder demon reached for her face with one hand and she flinched slightly as she felt his claws on her cheeks, but he was gentle with his brother's property. Like Demiurge, he wore black leather gloves to sheath and dull the straight-razor sharpness of his talons. He turned her head to the side and regarded the bite marks on her neck, both new and old.

"She's a pretty one, brother. You must really like her to have marked her as often as you have." He said observantly. "What did you pay for her? I do hope it wasn't as much as the last female. It was quite unfortunate how that one never took to you."

"Not a single dime." Her Master's lips curled in a smug grin. "Sebas took her in off the street like he did with his own human. She was severely injured, so he healed the worst of her wounds. Ainz denied her protection, but granted sanctuary. She was free game, so I claimed her for myself." Demiurge curled his tail around her waist possessively.

"A stray? How interesting. I'm sure Sebas gave you as much shit over it as possible." He said.

"Of course." Demiurge rolled his eyes. "And he still does, but that makes toying with her all the more forbiddingly fun. He caught me fucking her in the kitchen just last evening. His face was utterly priceless."

Lillith was mortified. Her Master apparently hid nothing from his brother. That or it was simply fun for him to humiliate the Hell out of her by revealing her dirtiest secrets.

Malphas snorted in amusement. "You are as terrible as I am."

"But she has proven to be a most excellent submissive. It took some extensive training and cementing a few ground rules, but I am most pleased with her progress. Her and Azazel have taken to one another beautifully." Demiurge boasted on her behalf.

Lillith blushed harder, and hoped his brother wouldn't catch on to what exactly that meant.

"So she does not object to bestiality? What an absolute treasure." Malphas beamed at her, and her blush deepened as she averted her gaze.

'It's his brother. Of course he'll be just as carnally twisted and driven as Demiurge.'

"If you can believe it, after two weeks of being deprived of my attentions at the ranch, I found her bent over the tub in the bathroom with the dog's tongue inside her." Demiurge revealed, to his servant's ultimate embarrassment. "I punished her by commanding Azazel to mount and rut her. It was most riveting."

'Please, just kill me now.'

Lillith was mortified to have her Master share her most humiliating punishment out loud, despite his brother's positively pleased response.

"Remarkable...if you were not so obviously attached to your pet, I would eagerly purchase her from you." Malphas's unyielding gaze darkened with desire. "I must admit, I am quite envious."

"Ah, but I am very fond of her. I don't believe I could part with Lillith." Demiurge said as he gently patted her head like a dog, but she still found her heart lightened by him admitting she was of enough value to her Master to not want to pass her off to anyone else.

"You named her? You know better than to do so with such short-lived and fragile pets, brother." Malphas playfully scolded him. "We're so rough with our toys, they are lucky to last three years in our possession."

Lillith's eyes widened in fear at that comment. Only three years?!

"At one time, Malphas, that was indeed accurate." He agreed. "But I care for what is mine and am much more gentle with my pets nowadays than I once was. I'd prefer to not have to replace them constantly."

'Permanent scarring is what you call gentle?!'

"She has yet to suffer any serious injury by my hand. And I did name her. But merely to simplify things; when found she had suffered head trauma, and couldn't remember her own." Demiurge said.

"I too would handle such a precious specimen with care if it were mine. It is not often one finds a servant with such...compatible desires." Malphas said as he raised a brow and licked his lips at Lillith.

Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. His gaze was downright predatory, and she could tell the thoughts running through his mind were just as lecherous as his brother's.

"Would you like a drink?" Demiurge offered. "I was just about to open a new bottle of Chateau. I'm afraid due to my forgetfulness I haven't had a chance to prepare any food, however."

"It is fine, brother. A drink would be most appreciated." He accepted, and they headed for the dining area. "And should I hunger for something more substantial..." Malphas cast a heated glance at Lillith, and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind his ear. "...a little taste of your pet should satiate me."

The muscles below her waistline clenched involuntarily and she swallowed a squeak.

'How can he be so scary AND sexy?!'

"Malphas, you would be the death of her." Demiurge laughed as the entered his personal dining room.

'They're going to eat me alive before this is over.'

Lillith couldn't prevent the nervous whimper that escaped her throat as she followed closely on her Master's heels.

Demiurge collected 2 goblets and a bottle of high-grade alcohol and popped the cork out with his claw before he passed it all to his servant to distribute. She obediently set the dining table as her Master and his brother seated themselves. She carefully poured their drinks and set the bottle down on the table. Lillith stood next to Demiurge and awaited further instructions.

Demiurge pointed to the ground next to him, silently instructing her to sit on the floor by his side. She obeyed and tucked her knees under her.

Her Master and his brother continued to converse and catch up as they sipped their wine.

Lillith wondered why he never mentioned having a brother, but she knew Demiurge was a very private person, so it wasn't a huge surprise that he had kept this from her. Malphas and Demiurge could almost be twins; their differences in appearance were subtle. If Malphas cut his hair short and wore red, they would be almost indistinguishable. Their eyes and hair length is what really set them apart.

Malphas was as equally handsome and sexually driven as his younger brother. While Lillith was extremely unnerved by how he was insinuating he would like to eat her, she was tantalized by him. While Demiurge promised not to allow him to devour her, that didn't rule out the other dozens of carnal scenarios unfolding in her head. She thought Demiurge would be extremely possessive and jealous considering how violently he reacted when Shalltear had her hands on her, but it was just the opposite. To her surprise (and horror) he appeared to find Lillith's nervousness and fear of Malphas amusing, and he really seemed to get off on his brother's envy of his favorite plaything.

"Pet, Malphas's glass is getting low, do pour him another." Her thoughts were interrupted when Demiurge addressed her.

"Yes, Master," Lillith promptly responded as she stood as gracefully as she could manage in her maid's dress. The way Malphas's eyes were on her as she timidly approached him did not go unnoticed.

She took his glass and refilled it, and handed it back to him; and a cold brush of his armor-plated tail against the back of her thigh caused a rush of heat to surge through her lower region. A small gasp escaped her lips; she couldn't help it. He was so attractive, and it reminded her of Demiurge and how he did the same subtle but sexual caress when she brought him his dinner the first time after she was assigned to him. She quickly darted back to her Master's side and resumed her position on the floor.

Unexpectedly, Demiurge's hand reached down and grasped Lillith's hair, causing her to whine in fear. He pulled her head back with minimal force and met her eyes.

'Fuck, he senses my attraction to his brother.'

"Your legs must be getting stiff. Come. Up, onto my lap." Her Master ordered, his voice surprisingly absent of anger and she was instantly relieved.

Malphas's sapphire stare was locked onto Lillith as she gingerly stood and moved to sit sideways across her Masters' legs.

"No, pet. Straddle me, your back to my front." Demiurge specified.

Malphas watched with a small twinge of lust as she bit her bottom lip and she faced towards him. She carefully shifted her skirt so she wouldn't flash him as she slid onto his lap and spread her legs to either side of Demiurge.

'Shit. He wants to torture Malphas with ME.'

The older demon chuckled at her display of modesty. Unfortunately for Malphas, her skirt fell deep enough between her legs to obscure any glimpse of her panties.

Demiurge coiled his tail around her for added support and continued where they left off, and Lillith listened. She gathered that Malphas was also created by Ulbert Alain Odle, a supreme being like Lord Ainz Ooal Gown. He was a rough draft, a prototype for the Guardian of the 7th Floor, but Ulbert was not completely satisfied with his design, so that was when Demiurge was created. Ulbert did however like Malphas's design enough not to erase his being, so he edited his personality for a new purpose and assigned him to run the bicorn stables in the Royal Capital instead. He excelled in breeding and isolating superior genes, and quickly became the country's most prestigious bicorn breeder. Royalty, warriors and racers from all over Yggdrasil have purchased his thoroughbred beasts. His are the most sought after for speed and power, and not only has it has made him quite wealthy, it earned him the prestigious title of Lord of Steeds. Even Ainz Ooal Gown owns one of his beasts for Guardian battle purposes.

It reminded her of Demiurge's knowledge and excellence in agriculture involving Abelion sheep and how he runs his own ranch. He however butchers his animals, while Malphas raises his.

Lillith was suddenly aware of a draft and glanced down to see that Demiurge had shifted his knees further apart and, in so doing, her legs were spread much wider as well. It had been subtle, and she now realized he had been slowly manipulating her position so that she was essentially flashing his brother.

Malphas had to stifle a chuckle when Lillith finally caught on to what Demiurge was doing. He had to give his brother credit for the stealth. It was during their conversation, while she was listening and entirely distracted that Demiurge had shifted inconspicuously.

Malphas now had a very clear view of the lacy, scarlet strip of fabric between her legs. It was a pretty pop of color against her black and white maid's dress.

When Lillith subtly pressed her skirt further down to cover herself, Demiurge was quick to halt her movement. "Do not attempt to hide yourself. If I wish to show you off, pet, I will."

"Yes, Master," Lillith looked down shamefully and relented with a blush.

She glanced back at Demiurge to find he was having some sort of silent communication with Malphas.

Lillith let out a slow breath when Demiurge's hands stroked up her waist and then rested causally over her breasts as though it were a normal thing to do in company's presence.

'What the Hell is he doing?'

His fingers slowly strummed the peaks of her breasts and she felt a chill rush over her as the hairs stood up on her arms, and she whimpered as it did vile things to her nervous system. Her nipples quickly hardened under his touch, and it was undoubtedly obvious to both males in the room. Her suspicions were confirmed when she caught Malphas's gaze moving down from her face, to her chest and then to her spread legs. A sensual rumble left his chest as he hungrily eyed her like a fresh piece of meat and licked his fangs. She sheepishly looked away as the chill she had felt seconds earlier turned into a wave of heat accompanied by a flutter of intense desire in her gut.

She felt like a lamb being eyed by two ravenous wolves.

When Demiurge tipped back and finished his drink, he delicately put down the glass and cut her a sideways glance.

"Perhaps you don't understand just how close Malphas and I are, pet." He dabbed his mouth with his linen napkin.

"What would you say we are to each other, Malphas?" he asked conversationally as he looked past Lillith to the long-haired demon sitting at the head of the table.

"Brothers for certain," Malphas responded simply, and he then also downed the rest of his wine.

Demiurge nodded lightly. "Indeed," he agreed. "I like to think we are even closer than brothers. We are one in the same, both designed for the same purpose, by the same creator. We are two sides of the same coin, you could say. So there really isn't much we haven't shared, is there, Malphas?"

Still staring in front of her, Lillith could see Malphas shake his head in her peripheral vision as he replied casually, "No, there really isn't."

"Why…we've even been known to share a slave or two, haven't we?"

Lillith gulped.

"Indeed." Malphas drawled, his features sharpening as a fanged grin crept over his face.

'Just breathe,' Lillith told herself, trying to keep her thoughts from running away with her. 'They are only teasing you.'

If she hadn't chanced a glance at Demiurge, she could have deceived herself a little longer.

She looked back at her master to find him staring at her intensely, as though gauging her reaction. It was a piercing, predatory look that always made her writhe. Her hitched breath betrayed the nonchalance she was trying to put forth. His eyes narrowed just slightly and then the corners of his mouth pulled up into a knowing grin.

The Arch Devil had her fate written plain as day on his face. Mischievously glittering eyes. A small, devilish upturn of his lips.

He knew she wanted his brother to do wicked things to her.

'Oh, fuck. He doesn't want to torture him with me. He wants to SHARE me with him!'

The prospect of what might happen was making her head spin. She concentrated on her breathing as she tried to steel her nerves in effort to remain calm.

"Unfortunately, I failed to have dinner ready for you, and worse, I was also unprepared with a gift for your birthday, Malphas." Demiurge said, halfway feigning disappointment. "However...there is something I can offer you that I do believe you will most thoroughly enjoy."

"How delightful," Malphas mused as he cast his gaze back to his brother's quivering pet and rubbed his hands together. "I know whatever you have in mind will be most entertaining."

"Well, now that that's settled," Demiurge pushed his chair from the table with a triumphant smirk on his face, "Pet, why don't you go hop onto Malphas' lap for a while? I'm sure he would appreciate the close company."

Lillith's stomach did a triple somersault, and she looked at her Master incredulously.

'Do what now?!'

"Up, pet," Demiurge commanded with a pat on her hip, not giving her time to think it over. "Don't be shy."

He was actually serious. Cold fear trickled over her scalp, but she knew better than to say no to her Master's request.

Lillith blew out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she hesitantly slid off her master's lap. She slowly and tentatively moved towards his brother's end of the table. Even with him sitting down, he was so tall she had to look up to meet his predatory gaze that burned into her like cold fire. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and she was frozen momentarily by his intense stare which, like Demiurge's, was neurological venom that effectively paralyzes prey.

"It's all right, pet. He doesn't bite...too hard." Demiurge's encouragement was laced with teasing truthfulness.

Before she could decide the best way to clamber on to him, Malphas leaned forward and scooped her up into his arms and sat her over his lap; he maneuvered her into the same position Demiurge had placed her in so she faced her master while straddling Malphas' legs, her back leaning into his chest. She felt the heat of his large body radiating beneath and behind her, causing her breath to come short and fast through her nose.

"So preciously petite. How do you avoid breaking her, Demiurge? She's such a tiny thing, like a porcelain doll." Malphas commented on her diminutive size.

"I will admit, it's not easy. Healing potions have been necessary twice before when I got a little carried away..." Demiurge confessed. "But she has proven surprisingly resilient for her size."

Demiurge's brother lowered his face into the crook of Lillith's neck, and inhaled deeply before flicking his tongue out in a brief lick to taste her. Lillith shuddered and whimpered at the heat of his mouth, and Demiurge grinned at her apprehensive reaction.

The dark, heady scent of Malphas invaded her senses; he smelled like leather, black currant and sandalwood. It was mind-numbingly intoxicating, like some deadly, night blooming flower. The older Arch Devil carefully smoothed his clawed hands down her ribs and over her hips, admiring her small form.

"She's delicious, isn't she? Try using your teeth. She absolutely loves that." Demiurge suggested, licking his lips.

Malphas firmly but gently nipped her neck with his fangs, and pulled her hips further back and then downward to bring her flush against his crotch, so she could feel the hard ridge of his rapidly growing erection.

She couldn't stop the broken cry that left her lips as her breath caught in her throat when his fangs threatened to puncture her flesh.

"You were right. Fear does seem to excite her." He said with a smirk. "She's already growing wet for me."

It was true. The situation was insanely arousing and it was taking its toll on her. Malphas's salacious remarks and his hardening cock pushing up against her certainly didn't help.

"I can't even imagine how tight she is..." Malphas murmured hungrily.

"You don't have to imagine. I can smell that she is just as eager. Please, I insist." Demiurge offered his pet to him with raw lust in his darkening gaze.

Lillith couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she wasn't about to object.

"You are most kind to offer her for my pleasure, brother. It has been far to long since I have indulged." Malphas admitted as he experimentally rolled his hips against her, and Lillith let out a gasping moan. This was really happening.

The older Arch Devil maneuvered a hand beneath her to unfasten his pants. She lifted herself sightly, allowing room for his hand to reach inside and to free his impressive member.

Lillith's lips parted at the sight of his length as it sprang forth in front of her skirt. It lacked the graceful curve Demiurge's possessed, and was more straight with prominent veins, and had a large, flared, mushroom-shaped head. He was just as thick as his brother, and a few inches longer. It was intimidating, but the warmth emanating from it as it was a hair's breadth from her slit outweighed her apprehension and left her painfully aching for its fulfillment.

"Would you like that, little human? You want to feel my cock inside of you?" Malphas menacingly hissed in her ear as he teasingly rubbed his thick shaft against her mons. She could feel his heartbeat through it, and the engorged head flushed purple as it filled with more blood.

"Y-yes...please." Lillith answered as coherently as possible through the haze of lust that had clouded her mind. "Please..."

Malphas let out a pleased hum. His brother had her beautifully trained.

"Good girl...you will obey my brother's commands as you would my own." Demiurge ordered as he avidly watched with heated interest from across the table. "Do you understand?"

Lillith could only nod in response as Malphas was already eagerly pulling her panties to the side. He reached down to line himself up with her dewy entrance and wasted no time in thrusting upwards to impale her.

Her keen of ecstasy tinged with pain made him smile as he tenderly bit the cords of her neck. Desperate pants of needed air met her ears and it shocked her when she realized they were her own. He stretched her to the limit, and there were still no less than two and a half inches of his burning cock unsheathed, but she could take no more as he was flush against her cervix.

Malphas groaned and his head fell back against the chair as he was seared by her lava-like internal heat, his eyes rolling back as her channel clenched and quivered around his invasion. He wound an arm around her, holding her steady in preparation for his next movement.

"Mmmm...as tight and delicious as sin." He rumbled.

"Give her just a moment. You are bigger than I am, Malphas." Demiurge advised with a sharp grin.

Lillith was grateful for her master's instruction; his brother was longer at almost eight inches and she was too small to accommodate the entirety him. She focused on the feel of his heavy arm across her chest, the solid wall of his body at her back, and the rumble of his voice as she settled her head into the hallow of his shoulder that seemed to fit her. She wasn't sure how long it was that they sat there, only that his nose was nuzzling the side of her neck, and she could feel the coolness that was the steel of his many earrings against her cheek. After a few minutes she adjusted to his girth and length, and then she was ready for more.

"Malphas..." She moaned.

When he raised his hips to move within her, her eyes slid shut at the same time her teeth caught her lower lip. A low, sweet mewl left her as she moved to meet him. She moaned at the feel of his fingers as they gripped her hips and took control of the rhythm. He began to move at a languid pace, torturing her with shallow, easy strokes while he emptied and filled her over and over again as though time would stand still and wait.

Malphas knew he had to go slow. He wanted to pound – he wanted to claim, but she felt too good. If he fucked her as aggressively as he wanted, not only would it be over too soon, but he would definitely hurt his brother's precious pet that he was so graciously permitting him to play with.

Lillith glanced to her master, and saw that he was shamelessly stroking his own member under the table as he watched his brother use her. She wanted to see more. She wanted to see how hard he was, how he gripped himself.

"Master..." She pleaded.

"I think she wants you to join us, Demiurge." Malphas murmured as he maintained a leisurely pace. "As do I."

"Don't mind if I do." The Arch Devil purred and crawled up on to the table on his hands and knees towards them like the stalking predator he was. Once he reached them he sat up on his haunches before Lillith, giving her a front row view of him smoothly pumping his own length.

Lillith let out a shuddering breath at the sight. Fuck, it was hot. She bit her lip as a bed of pre-ejaculate swelled on the gleaming, ruby head. She met his half-lidded gaze and licked her lips, her eyes implored him to let her suck him clean.

Demiurge smiled devilishly at her, thoroughly pleased with her willingness to pleasure him tonight and being on her best behavior in his brother's company.

"Such a good girl, begging for her master's cock." He praised her submission and complied, lining his member up with her full lips. The Arch Devil groaned softly when her tongue flicked out to sweep away the pre-cum that beaded on his tip before she opened completely to allow him to push into the heat of her mouth a few times.

He withdrew, and she knew what he wanted. She obediently stroked the valley between his swollen glans before focusing on the tender underside, and sucked at his frenelum. Demiurge let out a shuddering gasp and fisted her hair tightly before easing himself back into her mouth.

Lillith moaned around him, loving the taste of his musk. She relished the way his eyes darkened, his lip curled to show his fangs as he inhaled sharply.

Steadily, she breathed and exhaled through her nose with each retreat and relaxed her throat with each thrust that was gradually picking up speed. He hit the back of her throat repeatedly and his head fell back in pure bliss, his hips thrusting of their own accord. She did not gag, only tried to take him more deeply, her tongue swirling insistently.

"Mmm...very good, pet." Demiurge muttered, and pulled away from her. "Now, Malphas; fuck her hard on the floor."

"With pleasure, brother." The grin he flashed at Lillith as her master's words sank in was all fangs as Demiurge finally loosened the reins.

"But do try not to be too rough on her. I fully intend to play with her again tomorrow and would like her to be in one piece." Demiurge said this sternly, and that was at least somewhat reassuring for Lillith.

"Understood." Malphas said.

The older Arch Devil lifted her off of his length and lowered Lillith onto the floor, before caging her beneath him with his arms and long legs.

She cried out as his hand reached under her dress and ripped her panties off with sheer force before pulling her knees apart, and then he was stretching her again, sliding into her. She gave a low sob as he swore at how tight she was.

He let out an animalistic growl before sinking his fangs into her neck, marking her on the opposite side of where Demiurge would out of respect.

Then he was moving, and Lillith's vision exploded with stars. She clung to his shoulders, her short nails clawed at his back through his suit as he aggressively pounded her into the floor. She could not catch his rhythm, and she was positive she had never, ever been fucked with something so large in her entire life. His girth and length was utterly mind-shattering, as was the force he put behind it. A blazing heat rapidly unfurled in her loins, and it was building with each brutal thrust. She clutched Malphas desperately as he curled his hips into her, she tried to scrape air into her lungs but it did nothing to quell the light-headedness that overcame her. He had not been ramming her longer than three minutes and she was already barreling towards the edge. Her channel clamped hard around his shaft before wrenching and working his member.

"Malphas!" she howled his name as he grinned wickedly at her through the long strands of hair falling over his eyes, never slowing his pace.

"Hell yes, come for me, scream for me." He commanded.

She wailed as she dug her fingers into his shoulders and he gutturally snarled in return, slowing his pace to shallow movements, granting her brief few seconds for recovery before he took his own pleasure.

After the ripples subsided, he roughly flipped her onto her stomach and reentered her from behind. The demon tightly wound a handful of her golden mane in one hand and gripped her shoulder with the other as he continued his brutal assault, his talons piercing her hard enough to puncture her flesh.

Malphas whipped his hips into her viciously, and Lillith could do nothing but cry out as he took her without mercy. She felt his long hair tickling her shoulder blades and his ragged breath huffing hotly into her ear. His movements grew more desperate, her pants mixing with his short, staccatoed grunts.

One hand shifted to her left hip in a bruising grip while the other pulled her up by her hair so he could sink his fangs into the curve where her neck met her shoulder, drawing forth small droplets of blood. He greedily sucked and fed from her veins, relishing the taste of her coppery blood and she let out a shuddering moan at the decadent heat of his mouth.

Malphas increased his pace and then turned Lillith's face to aim her gaze at Demiurge, and she saw him sitting in the chair Malphas had been seated in earlier, vigorously stroking himself again.

"He's about to come for us...watch." Malphas ordered.

Lillith obeyed, and watched as Demiurge's chest heaved and his gaze darkened, his hand moving faster. The head of his cock glistened and flushed an angry red. A stream of pre-ejaculate was teased out from his tip and it trickled down his shaft, adding warm lubrication, allowing his hand to glide more smoothly. The demon's lips parted in a rapturous moan and his eyes rolled back into his head as he suddenly and violently erupted his high arcs, coming all over his glove and the floor.

Lillith and Malphas both moaned with Demiurge as he continued to forcefully spurt thick ropes of semen, the sight quickly bringing his servant to the edge once more, the coil inside of her winding so tight she thought she couldn't bear it a moment longer, then it burst and scorched through her veins like Hellfire.

Malphas violently rammed against her, and he pulled her hair roughly as he seethed through his fangs. He pushed her completely over the edge by slamming into her, lengthening and deepening his drives and he was behind her in a few short thrusts. Lillith's mouth dropped open and she screamed.

This time a primal, masculine roar of conquest deafened her own.

Malphas continued to fuck her viciously through their combined release. Both of his hands were now supporting her hips to hold her upright as she could only claw at the floor as her legs became boneless and limp. She gasped as she felt him spurt hot sperm against her walls and he jerked hard, once, twice, a third time. Six times. He emptied the rest of his seed into her with brutal force with the sound of slapping skin. Another snarl of pleasure left him, before they both collapsed forward, gasping for air.

Malphas then rolled onto his side and to Lillith's surprise, pulled her closely against him up to his chest. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and nuzzled her hair, purring like a feline. Finally, he was satiated. He had not released with another in a few months.

Unlike her master, Malphas enjoyed basking in the afterglow of sex after sharing playtime with a submissive. While he was just as sexually predatory and aggressive, he was not as indifferent of a dominant as his brother Demiurge. Ulbert had edited him to have a softer and more nurturing side after assigning him to be in charge of bicorn stables, as it was necessary for him to be considerate of the needs of a creature other than himself in order for him to serve his function.

When Ulbert made Demiurge, on the other hand, he was designed to be colder, calculating, and cruel, more true to the nature of an Arch Devil and a torturer who often experimented on his victims. While Demiurge wasn't heartless, his emotions had only just begun to develop after he evolved to be an individual, independent of computer programmed control after the shutdown of Yygdrasil and the NPCs came to life.

Lillith was momentarily stunned by this sweet display of affection. She couldn't have fathomed anyone related to her master would desire intimacy with a human. Demiurge almost always distanced himself immediately after he was done with her, and left her alone to deal with the aftermath. Unsure of what else to do and completely starved of humanistic affection, she leaned into his chest and hugged him back. It had been so very long, years, since she had been held like this. She welcomed the kind closeness and a single tear of relief rolled down her cheek.

"Malphas..." She murmured.

"What a sweet little pet..." Malphas cooed as he stroked her hair.

"Still prone to cuddling afterwards, I see." Demiurge playfully mocked his brother as he tucked himself away.

He and his brother had been involved in countless threesomes over the years. Oftentimes they would indulge with one another when they wanted a male to toy with. Neither had qualms with it, as they were not exactly genetically related. And as Demiurge said, Malphus was prone to being quite affectionate afterwards, often to Demiurge's dismay and irritation.

"I can't help what the endorphins push me to do. Besides, she loves it." Malphas deflected.

Lillith had never been held after the fact. Ever. It made a pleasant golden warmth bloom in her chest. How she wished Demiurge would do this, if even just for a few moments. She buried her face into his brother's chest and sighed happily.

"I am pleased with your performance, pet." Demiurge praised her and he cleaned himself up. The demon stood and walked into the kitchen to pour himself another drink. "Would you like another glass, Malphas?"

"Yes, thank you." He said. Malphas picked himself up off the ground and Lillith whined in protest and clung to him, desperate to prolong such rare physical contact.

"Please...?" Lillith whimpered, and the older Arch Devil saw tears beginning to prick her pleading eyes. He could see how badly she needed this.

"Don't worry," Malphas said and smiled as he scooped her up with him and held her bridal-style. "You can sit with me." He assured her.

Malphas carried her to the couch and reclined, and set Lillith down next to him, and she laid her head over his lap. The Arch Devil continued to stroke her golden locks as though he were petting a cat. Relief washed over her as Demiurge's brother gave her the affection she so badly craved, that her soul cried out for. All too quickly she was falling asleep, completely drained and exhausted.

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"I've never seen a more affection starved pet." Malphas chuckled as he petted the sleeping human. "I take it you still not one for intimacy, brother?"

"No." Demiurge admitted. "I am not." He closed his eyes and took another drink.

"May I ask why?"

"...You know why." Demiurge said quietly as he recalled all of his mangled attempts of relationships that ended like a train wreck; dead bodies included. Demiurge almost always kept his feelings concealed, and was adept at scheming and manipulating emotions, which was terrible for the trust required in keeping a relationship alive. Not to mention he simply does not have monogamy in his nature, which all of his previous partners demanded of him. "It turns what should be simple carnal fun and games into a relationship."

Malphas could see that last word left a bad taste in his brother's mouth.

"Expectations heighten, grow more unrealistic and complicated, and only ever end in disappointment and extreme frustration for both parties. I tried to make it different with my last slave. I tried to be kind, gentle, and give her what she might need. She threw it all back in my face and spat in Ainz's. Hell, Malphas. She preferred death over being with me. I couldn't even get near her."

Demiurge pointed to the large blood stain on the floor that he had yet to cover.

"That is what is left of her. After that six month nightmare I came to the conclusion that Incubi should never involve themselves in anything more than a Dominant and Submissive relationship. It's the closest we can come to having a real one, especially when humans are a part of it." Demiurge said with conviction.

"I can understand that point of view, as I am not one for serious relationships myself; but I've been around the block enough to see that this one truly wants to please you, the way she looks at you. I've never seen a more compliant and amiable slave. She's smitten with you. Would a little affection really hurt what the two of you have?" Malphas asked.

"I kissed her." Demiurge confessed.

Malphas looked at him with utter shock in his eyes. He didn't believe what just came out of his brother's mouth. "You-"

"Kissed her." Demiurge confirmed.

"If you abhor affection as much as you say, why did you do that, of all things? That is the most significant display of intimacy in a human's eyes." Malphas said.

Demiurge's gaze fell to the ground and his ears flattened.

"I know...I overheard her say she had never been kissed. She was not a virgin when she was assigned to me, so this was the next best thing I could take from her and claim for myself. It was done most selfishly, but...she liked it. I liked it. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. But...it did. I know it did." Demiurge explained. "Because I had never had more intense and satisfying sex in my life."

"And then what happened?"

"She tried to kiss me after it was over. I was still processing why it was different that time, I was uncomfortable, confused, so I denied her. I told her she is only permitted to do so during, never after." He said, running a hand through his dark hair. "I know it hurt her. But things are simpler this way. I'm cruel and hateful by nature, Malphas. I'm not kind or nurturing like you. I see something beautiful, and my first instinct is to mar, to corrupt it. You know how I am; Ulbert poured his darkest and cruelest into my being, and put his more human side into you. I would only end up hurting her more if I took things further."

"Have you hurt her before?" His brother asked.

Demiurge swallowed, and his jaw clenched.

"In the worst way. I...killed her in a dream. Because Shalltear disrespected me before my subordinates, I was enraged. I took it out on her."

He took another drink, and Malphas could see how much Demiurge regretted it, even though he would never say it. His brother rarely apologized for anything, to anyone. The only reason he was showing any feelings right now was because he was mildly drunk, dampening his defenses, and he knew he could share anything with his brother.

"The way she looked at me when I was angry...like I was a monster. I may be just that, but it reminded me so much of my last slave. If you saw her, Malphas, their resemblance is...I know they had to be sisters. They even had the same scent." The demon slammed back the rest of his drink. "I snapped, and ripped her throat out. I felt her trachea collapse beneath in my fangs. It made me sick when it was over. I have yet to enter her dreams since."

Demiurge curled his tongue as though to speak, and then paused; unsure whether it should be said. But then spoke anyways.

"I...I do not know how to process...or know what to do with these-these emotions, Malphas. I do not like them; they are unfamiliar, and contradict my nature. The fact that she can make me feel...I hate her for it. I want to kill her for it. I plot how to do so. Every fucking night. And just when I think I can put it into action, the thought turns my stomach. Somehow...she has completely disarmed me."

Demiurge grew quiet. He poured himself another drink in silence, and hurriedly grabbed a cigarette from his desk drawer and shakily lit it. Malphas had not seen Demiurge smoke in almost two years. He watched, surprised by how affected his brother was by his own actions. He was never before bothered by taking a life, especially not by dream-killing, which was usually without consequence...unless the dreamer knew he possessed the power. Which Lillith must have known, or he would not be stressing over it this badly. Since the MA18 ban was lifted, Malphas noticed his brother seemed to develop emotions he had always kept surpressed, or seemed just simply not possess.

Demiurge closed his eyes and took a long, deep drag before slowly exhaling.

"I think we have moved past it, though. That was a few months ago. Things have been better since then." Demiurge decided to pretend he did not say qhat he just had.

"Does she know about her sister?" Malphas asked, moving on for his brother's sake.

Demiurge nodded, taking another generous drag.

"I told her about my last slave, and what I did to her. Why I did what I did. How much they looked alike. She took it well. She understands me, Malphas." Demiurge sighed, his hard facade softening, but only for a moment. "But...even if I wanted to, I can't take things further. Not safely. Shalltear already tried to turn her into an undead because her own pettiness against me. If she meant more than a servant to me, she would never be safe. It would paint an even larger target on her back. It would seem I have developed a taste for chaos, and ruffled several feathers here lately, especially after my trysts with Ainz."

"You and Ainz Ooal Gown? The ruler of Nazarick?!" Malphas whispered as though someone might hear them. "I must say, I'm impressed. I would not have guessed he favored males."

"Neither did I. It was a most pleasant discovery. After an unusual series of events, he took me up on an offer to grow the necessary organs for him, and I took a chance; then he was mine in mere minutes." Demiurge flashed a fanged grin. "Lillith happened to see me on my knees before him, but she wasn't upset about it. She didn't even seem that confused. She liked what she witnessed, and she actually said that 'one cannot help who they are attracted to.' "

"That is...incredible..." Malphas said. "Fuck, Demiurge...she's perfect for you."

Demiurge sighed. "I have to agree. But Albedo has become most overbearing in her neediness for our Lord's affections, and then she saw Ainz and I together. She cock-blocked us, AND confronted me over it, as though he belongs to her." Demiurge rolled his eyes and took another drag. "I was so pissed off that I threatened her. She stood down when she realized she wouldn't stand a chance against me."

Demiurge downed his sixth glass of the night before he continued.

"I believe I successfully managed to dissuade her from seeking Ainz's attentions, and so far it has seemed to work, but now she is focused on me. And then she asked to be my date earlier this evening at the dinner. Of course I laughed in her face and refused her pompous advance. I made it clear that Lillith satiates my needs most efficiently. Another reason I fear for her safety."

"I see..." Malphas said thoughtfully. "I would not fault you for wanting to keep things as is with her, with her safety at stake. And I especially hope no harm comes to her. But should something happen, I would like to know so I may also extract revenge on the offender. To disrespect my brother's pet, my brother's property, is a disrespect to me as well."

"I assume Shalltear won't dare lay a hand on her again?" Malphas asked.

"She will not, I made sure of that." Demiurge growled.

"Excellent. Keep a close eye on her." Malphas urged his brother.

"I certainly will." Demiurge agreed.

"Then please, tell me more about your fun with Ainz." Malphas changed the subject to something more lighthearted, and rested his face on his hand. "He's most appealing, and I want all the delicious details."