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Demiurge closed his eyes and took a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling a billowing cloud. He and his brother watched the bicorn trot restlessly around the circular pen. It was early March and a warm spring breeze carried the smoke away from them.

"He's a beautiful stallion, Malphas. Is there something I'm not catching? I fail to see any faults with him whatsoever." The Arch Devil pushed his round spectacles more securely onto his face with two fingers, as though it would help him detect what he was missing. His brother had not briefed him on what the problem was; only asked him for assistance and to come to his stables. Demiurge took a few hours off in order to fly to the Royal Capital for a short visit.

The ebony bicorn pawed the ground roughly and shook his wild, uncut mane with a snort. His long, curved horns on either side of his head were perfectly symmetrical, polished and had no breaks or chips. Hard muscles rippled under a coat like black velvet, which was glossy with health. He was a flawless specimen, the picture of equine perfection.

"He refuses to breed with the mare I've selected for him. She's in the prime of estrous, and no matter what setting I arrange for them, it just won't happen." Malphas sighed and ran a hand through his long hair in frustration. "He's my prized stud, and has never had this problem before; I've been looking forward to this breeding all year, and I'm running out of time before she enters anestrus."

Seeing distress etched on his brother's face, Demiurge passed him his cigarette in offer of nicotine relief. The older demon took a short drag and handed it back to him. Malphus cast a brief look at his younger brother. Ever since the ban was lifted, he had taken up smoking cigarettes, and so did he. It was a bad habit, but damn, did Demiurge look sexy while doing it. His steel-plated tail swayed casually as he leaned against the bars of the pen.

"What other methods have you tried?" Demiurge probed.

As he glanced at his brother, Demiurge noticed he had recently pierced his other ear with 3 new golden rings and two cartilage cuffs, much like his own. It gave him an edgier look to his long, sharp ears. His gaze traveled downward, and he saw that he had also changed out his suit jacket for a knee-length tailcoat of the same style. It was a deep violet with white pinstripes, enameled gold buttons and had an aristocratic feel to it. He was finally choosing his own attire, and deviating from what Ulbert had chosen as his outfit. Malphas looked devilishly handsome.

"What do you mean? I've always naturally pasture-bred my bicorns."

"Malphus," Demiurge lightly shook his head. "...when the method you have always used fails, it's time to look into other alternatives in order to achieve your goal. The definition of insanity is repeating the same action over and over again and expecting a different outcome. Manual stimulation, electro-stimulation, a ghost mare and artificial insemination. You have several options to fall back on when you usual go-to fails to produce the desired results." Demiurge said.

Malphus's blank expression made his brother facepalm.

"You haven't the slightest idea what I've said, have you?" Demiurge muttered.

His older brother could be a little dense sometimes, but he was also fairly new to breeding anything, so he couldn't scold him for his unfamiliarity to the terms he used. Demiurge, on the other hand had been breeding Dobermans for half a decade.

'Let's try again.'

"Have you attempted to obtain a reproductive sample from him to impregnate the mare yourself?" He asked.

"Oh...no. I have not. That's why I have summoned you here." Malphus said. "I intend to collect a sample, but need to know what method you think would be best in collecting it."

'Not as dense as I thought. Just unfamiliar with the terminology.'

"Ah. I see." Demiurge said as he took another drag. "Do you have a ghost, or a dummy mare?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Alright then. Start with manual stimulation, and a collection sleeve. If that fails, we'll try electro-stimulation." Demiurge suggested.

"All right..." Malphas said, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his pierced ear. How Demiurge loved that endearing little gesture he had a habit of doing when he was keeping something from him. He recognized it as a tell he was unconsciously giving away, but his brother never pointed it out, as he liked having this advantage in his back pocket.

Malphas continued to stand in place, seemingly unsure of how to proceed.

"So...get out there and stimulate him." Demiurge urged him, and put the cigarette out on the palm of his glove with a twist. "I'll go grab the sleeve. Where do you keep them?"

"I...um..." Malphas hesitated, and nervously licked his lips. "I don't know how." He quietly admitted, his armor-plated tail flicking timidly.

Demiurge rolled his eyes and lightly chuckled. Surely his brother was fucking with him.

"What the Hell do you mean, you don't know how?" Demiurge laughed, but humored him. "It's simple. You jerk him off. Like you would do to yourself."

Malphas cast his eyes downward and his angular features pinched into an embarrassed scowl.

'Seriously?! For fuck's sake.'

"You're joking, right? We're Arch Devils, brother. DEMONS. We aren't inhibited anymore, and were the least inhibited even when the MA restrictions existed. Are you seriously telling me since the restrictions were lifted you haven't explored what you can do with yourself or others?" Demiurge inquired with utter disbelief.

When Yggdrasil was shutdown and Nazarick was transported to the new world, the MA restrictions were lifted, giving NPCs the ability to act of their own free will. Upon this discovery Demiurge immediately engaged in cursing, sex with women AND men, experimented with drugs, alcohol, smoking, torture, committed murder, purchased a pleasure slave, experimented with bestiality and did anything and everything he could that pushed limits on the off chance that the ban would somehow be put back into place. He was true to his demonic heritage and committed the darkest sins as though there were no tomorrow; and he did all of this within the span of a week.

Malphus on the other hand, was much further behind on such endeavors. While he was also an Arch Devil and just as prone to evil acts and indulging in temptations, his personality was a little tamer than his brother's. Their creator edited him to be more nurturing and mild-mannered when he gave him the function of running the stables of the Royal Capital and caring for living creatures. Their creator Ulbert put what little good he had in himself into Malphus, and poured the majority of his cruelty and evil into Demiurge. While Demiurge was not heartless, he was undeniably colder and more carnally driven than his brother. Not to say Malphus wasn't interested in sex, murder, and things of a darker and more primal nature that Demiurge so eagerly delved into, but he was slower to act on such urges and actually considered the consequences of his actions. So far he had only cursed, smoked and drank, but as for temptations of the flesh, he had not explored them whatsoever, even with himself.

It had been 3 months since the restrictions were lifted.

"Allow me to enlighten you; masturbation is the act to stimulating yourself until you orgasm, resulting in ejaculation, which is the same thing you need to do in order to obtain the sample from your bicorn." Demiurge said as though it were as obvious as the nose on his face.

"Don't patronize me, Demiurge. I know what it is, I...I just haven't done it yet." Malphus spat and averted his gaze.

He hated when his brother talked to him like he was stupid. Malphas was far from it. While his strategic thinking skills did not match Demiurge's in speed, no one's really could. His brother was technically a genius and could solve complex algebraic equations quickly in his head. Malphas could solve the same problems and still end up with the correct answer, but at a slower rate.

Maybe admitting his lack of sexual experience and self-exploration to his domineering brother was a mistake. Demiurge was a true Arch Devil and had mastered his nature and settled into his role as Floor Guardian flawlessly. Malphas often struggled with newly assigned function as stable keeper of the Royal Capital, due to the nagging feeling that something was missing from his existence, leaving him insecure and hollow. He couldn't help but to envy his younger brother, who was always so decisive and confident in all that he did.

"Why the Hell not?" Demiurge snapped back. "You have freedom now, Malphus. It has been 3 months. Use it!"

"Fuck you, Demiurge." Malphus snarled, narrowing his gaze and flashing his ivory fangs at him defensively. "I called you here for help, but if you're going to be an asshole, I'll do things in my own t-" His younger brother suddenly knocked him off balance with a hard, sweeping kick under his legs.

Completely caught off guard, Malphas dropped like a rock to the ground on his back. The impact knocked the wind out him, momentarily stunning and disarming him.

Demiurge was on him in an instant, straddling his thighs.

"Oh, you want to _fuck me?_Sure, then I'll definitely help." Demiurge hissed with a sarcastic undertone, twisting his words to his advantage. His gloved hand gathered both of his wrists in one hand and his other wound tightly into his long, raven hair, roughly lifting Malphas's face to his; he then aggressively crashed his mouth into his brother's.

Malphas's cobalt eyes widened comically in shock as Demiurge's tongue delved in between his blind-sided lips, savagely invading his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon, but it wasn't unpleasant; merely shocking to the older demon's senses. Malphas was about react on fight-or-flight and throw his arms up to push him away, when Demiurge chose that particular moment to roll his hips against his.

Malphas gasped loudly into his mouth at the alien electric thrill that shot through his veins. Demiurge hummed and nipped his lower lip, thoroughly enjoying the taste of the older Arch Devil. The younger demon's fingers loosened their cruel grip to thread through Malphas's silky mane as he deepened the kiss, growling hungrily against him. Demiurge's tail coiled and twisted around Malphas's, writhing with his like two steely serpents mating, mirroring their tongues' movements. He pulled back and met his crystalline eyes with his own, iridescent topaz to sapphires.

"But if you want me to teach you what you need to know, I expect you to not fight me and do as I say. Do you understand?" Demiurge murmured in his ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the slender, metal-adorned curve.

Malphas whined low in his throat. He was in utter shock. For his brother to touch his ears in such a manner was serious. They both had insanely sensitive ears, and all demons knew that this was not an area to tease unless you had a genuine intention to fuck, like a unwritten but effectively binding promise (to break the promise often resulted in violent rape of the teaser). They were equally as sensitive as their wings, and both parts shared just as many nerve endings as their reproductive organs.

Demiurge trailed his lips to the thick tendons of his brother's neck , sinking his fangs into them with a firm bite, earning a low moan in lieu of an actual response. He ground against him again, and was thrilled to feel a hard, heated ridge rivaling his own rising in response.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." The younger demon chuckled against his skin.

Malphas felt the shape of his brother's evil grin grow against the side of his neck as his practiced ministrations were doing wicked things to his virgin body. He felt his cock filling with blood at an alarming rate, and it made him dizzy.

Demiurge reached for and made quick work of Malphas's belt and trouser button.

"Wha...what are doing?" He stammered between heavy breaths.

"Showing you what you've been missing. Now shut up and let me." Demiurge demanded.

Before he could protest Demiurge's gloved hand snaked inside and gripped Malphas's aching, rigid organ, tearing a broken groan from his throat. He pulled his member free and gently stroked upwards, and the older demon bucked his hips involuntarily as his mind exploded in a whirlwind of sensation.

"Fuck, Demiurge..." Malphas actually whimpered beneath him, completely overwhelmed. The high-pitched whine of submission made the younger demon insanely hard.

"Impressive...you're even more well-endowed than I." Demiurge said as he stared hungrily his brother's organ. It was an enviable eight inch member, its girth thickening towards the head and flushed angry red with rock-hard need.

Malphas was conflicted. While they were not genetically related, they were still very much brothers in a sense. Ulbert Alain Odle created both for the purpose of being Guardian of the 7th Floor. Malphas was the first rough draft, but the supreme being was not entirely satisfied with his design; he then made Demiurge, which he chose to fulfill the role as Floor Guardian. But he did like Malphas's design enough to not erase his being, so he gave him a new function and assigned him to run the stables in the Royal Capital instead. And just like brothers, they looked very much alike as they had regally sharp features, crystalline eyes and the same fashion sense of favoring pinstripe patterned suits. They shared many of the same mannerisms, and similar habits. They enjoyed one another's company, sometimes butted heads, and often gave each other shit just for fun.

"I know what you are thinking, Malphas. But we are not related by blood; we were not birthed from a womb. We are two sides of the same coin, created for the same purpose, but ultimately given different functions. It's more like masturbation, or auto-eroticism, not incest." Demiurge explained, encouraging his brother to allow this to continue.

"But even if it was," He tightened his grip as he continued to stroke him, pulling another moan from Malphas's throat. "...you cannot deny that this feels pleasurable, that you are attracted to me just as I am to you; how ridiculously hard you are says it all."

"Perhaps _this_is what you need to convince you?" A tentative lick of his velvety tongue swept the bead of pre-ejaculate off Malphas's gleaming tip, sending electricity surging through his veins.

Malphas let out a shuddering gasp; when Demiurge had crawled down his body and released his arms, he didn't know. His brother's words were hardly registering at this point as he was swallowed by a fog of lust and need; and when Demiurge added his tongue to the torture, he was done for.

Demiurge flattened his tongue to sweep along the sensitive underside before flicking between his swollen glans, swirling gently around the engorged head. He loved the feel of his brother's flesh; it was hard but yielding under his curious mouth. And his scent was utterly intoxicating. He smelled like leather, black currant and sandalwood.

"You taste sinfully divine, Malphas..." Demiurge purred.

Carefully, he sheathed his sharp fangs with his lips and pushed the tip into his mouth, hallowing his cheeks to suck gently. Both of Malphas's hands shot downward and clutched his dark mane in a panicked death-grip, his breathing coming in short, feathered gasps.

"D-Demiurge...oh, fuck, Demiurge!" Malphas pleaded desperately.

Holy Hell, how he loved hearing his name on his brother's lips.

Demiurge pumped him firmly with the fist that encircled the base of his cock. He simultaneously sucked and stroked his shaft, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. Malphas's hips started to move of their own accord, pushing his length a little further into his mouth.

"Feels so fucking good..." Malphas groaned mindlessly.

Demiurge delighted in the panicked pleasure in his brother's eyes, the thrill of knowing he was making him feel something unfamiliar but intensely euphoric building within him, threatening to detonate at any moment, and_he_ had ultimate control of when it happened.

"So you have never released before, have you?" Demiurge asked, gauging just how new at this he was. "Not even a wet dream?"

"N-No..." Malphas confessed. "What is a wet dream?"

Demiurge's lustful leer spread until it showed his ivory fangs, twisting into a psychotic grin. Poor Malphas was genuinely clueless and as pure as freshly fallen snow. This would fun; and he could check two things off of his list of debauchery; make a virgin climax for the very first time and (sort of) incest.

"I...should not have told you that...should I?" The predatory expression on his brother's face made Malphas nervous.

"No...you _really_shouldn't have." Demiurge hissed like the sinful serpent he was. "The things I'm going to do to you..." He almost came all over himself just imagining the endless possibilities.

Demiurge lowered his mouth once more to introduce him to the molten depths of deep throat. As his silken head met the back of his esophagus, Malphas's eyes fluttered and his lips parted in a gasp.

"Oh, fuck..." He moaned.

After a few languid dives, Demiurge was rewarded with a deep groan and a hard spurt of pre-ejaculate.

"Was...was that it?" Malphas murmured, thinking that must have been his orgasm. Demiurge resurfaced for a moment.

'Poor ignorant bastard. Are you for a Hell of a surprise.'

"Not hardly. You'll know when it happens." Demiurge said as he curled his tongue over his fangs, relishing his brother's taste. "I'm going to make you come, but I want you to keep your eyes on me as I'll also be demonstrating manual stimulation."

The younger demon unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Malphas watched his frighteningly thick member spring free from its confines. It wasn't as long as his but the girth was truly impressive, if not frightening, and it was crowned by a large, flared, ruby head. Malphas observed in titillated awe as he slowly stroked upward from base to tip, his fingers barely meeting around its circumference and adding a light twist around the head, repeating this movement over and over. Demiurge's eyes grew heavily lidded, and they rolled back as his grasp tightened and squeezed, teasing a pearlescent trickling stream of precum out of the slit.

"When you see this, which also just came out of you, it means you are close to release." Demiurge said, and he swept some onto his gloved fingers, and wiped them over his tongue, a pleased rumble leaving his chest.

"Does it taste good?" Malphas asked inquisitively.

"Very..." Demiurge purred, licking his lips. "Would you like to try?"

Malphas nodded vigorously, and Demiurge shifted position, moving to straddle his chest. He lifted his brother's head upwards by cradling his nape with one hand, aligning his cock with his face with the other.

"Then I will let you have it straight from the source. But If you do more than lick, I cannot promise I won't come in your mouth." He warned him. He knew better than to not to tell him so; if there was anyone he would lose control with, it was Malphas. He was too sexy, and now that he knew he was entirely untouched, it made the evil in him lose its mind with the insatiable desire to corrupt his innocence.

Malphas gazed up at him before he curiously flicked his tongue out over the thick plum-like head of his cock. It was firm but silky in texture, and Demiurge moaned as he saw his eyes darken with desire as the taste of his fertile musk soaked his brother's taste buds.

It tasted _more_than good. It was like food to a starving man, salvation to a sinner. A switch in his brain was flipped, the smoldering ember within him roared to life; Malphas now eagerly lapped at the tip, trying to get every last drop of his bittersweet essence. Hungry for more, he delved his tongue into his slit.

"Fuck..." Demiurge ground out through clenched fangs as his eyes screwed shut. "If you keep doing that, I'll lose it."

Malphas didn't care, he daringly wrapped his lips around his smooth head and rolled his tongue around it. He flickered over all of the ridges and traced the valleys of his flared head and engorged glans, enthusiastically exploring his new toy. He then demandingly sucked the silken tip, determined to tease forth more delicious fluids. He relished the the feel of hot, swollen flesh in his mouth. It felt natural, it felt right. He loved the pleasure he could feel coursing through his brother's member as it pulsed over his tongue, the pleasure he could inflict. This was the sense of control, the power he craved which had been missing from his life. The piece that fit into the hollow within him, now clicking into place.

A gasping moan left the younger demon, and the fingers supporting his neck tensed, and his claws pricked lightly into his flesh.

"Damn it, Malphas..." He snarled. "you're going to make me come in your mouth..and I won't hold back."

Challenge accepted, he sucked harder, insatiably wanting more. The musky tang of Demiurge's essence was like an aphrodisiac of the highest caliber, and it brought out his carnal side like no other. This was what he had been missing? Demiurge was right; he had been a fucking idiot for waiting so long to indulge himself.

"Alright...if you insist. But you had _better_swallow." Demiurge growled and began a shallow roll of his hips, tentatively testing his older brother's gag reflex as he pushed his way in a little more than halfway. Malphas brought his hands up to grip the backs of his brother's thighs, encouraging a quicker pace and Demiurge responded by winding his other hand back into his hair, pulling with growing insistence.

"Holy Hell..." He hissed through his teeth. "You're a natural at this. I might have to let you fuck me when this is over_._"

Malphas moaned around his cock at the idea of dominating his usually domineering younger brother, and with his voice vibrating into the most sensitive part of his body, Demiurge couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, Malphas!"

The older demon felt his grasp on his hair tighten until it was painful, and watched with heated interest as Demiurge's head fell back and his jaw dropped open in a silent cry. He hardened even more over his tongue before a long, low, rapturous moan left his lips. Suddenly his member jolted in his mouth, forcefully spilling copious amounts of semen down his throat. Malphas made a little sound of pleasure as he was given a generous taste of his brother's bittersweet cum. His cock continued to throb with each spurt, wave after wave of euphoria wracking his body. Malphas was quickly overwhelmed by how fast his mouth was filled by semen and he choked on the impressive volume Demiurge released. He eventually managed to swallow around the organ filling his mouth, earning a pleased growl from the younger Arch Devil.

"That's right, swallow it all." Demiurge murmured praises. "Very good, brother."

After he stopped throbbing and caught his breath, he reluctantly withdrew from the welcoming heat of Malphas's mouth to stand and kick off his pants, then hurriedly shed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Malphas observed with mounting arousal as he stripped down to nothing. He admired his brother's magnificent nude form; he was beautifully carved; taut pectorals, a toned and tight abdomen and chiseled arms. He watched as Demiurge's exquisite body then crouched down like a predator calibrating its pounce to take him into his between his lips once more, and the older demon moaned richly and fisted his dark mane. He couldn't wait to experience the apex of what Demiurge just had. He never heard his brother make such salacious noises, and it turned him on beyond all reason. Unexpectedly he pulled away, much to Malphas's disappointment and he growled in frustration; he was so hard now it was painful.

"I want you to fuck me, Malphas." Demiurge said as he retracted his talons. "I want you to dominate me."

Malphas's irritation melted away with those words. He watched his brother with curiosity as he slathered his gloved finger with saliva and then reached behind him to smear the moisture behind his sac. He stroked himself, straining remnants of semen out of his member and then applied it to Malphas's glistening, swollen head. Now he understood his intention wasn't to cruelly tease him, but he was lubricating them both in preparation for their joining.

"Yes..." How he hungrily hissed in agreement and his brother's gaze darkened with lust shot a sharp thrill through Demiurge.

"How do you want to do it?" Malphas asked.

"You have watched your horses before, have you not? From behind. Hard." Demiurge suggested, and he saw a spark of blue flame in his brother's sapphire eyes.

Malphas abruptly sat up on his haunches, knocking Demiurge off of him and onto his back, and the younger demon was suddenly and roughly flipped onto his stomach, blades of cool grass poking and tickling his belly. The older Arch Devil grasped his hips and pulled them up to meet his, his stiff erection brushing against his rear. Demiurge's senses began wildly reeling; he loved how eager he was and the force he was using on him. He always knew Malphas would be an extraordinary dominant if he would simply learn how to release that beast he had kept under lock and key within himself.

Malphas hiked his brother's silvery armored tail over his back to expose the pink pucker of his rear and aligned himself. He briefly looked back to his member, comparing the size of it and the entrance he was to claim, wondering how the Hell he was going to fit, much less fuck, without severely wounding his smaller partner.

The younger demon noted his hesitation.

"It will hurt at first, but I can take it, Malphas...please...I need this." Demiurge glanced back at him with pleadingly desperate eyes, a beautiful rouge glow highlighting his cheekbones. "YOU need this. Please..."

This was a vulnerability Demiurge never displayed before. His normally aggressive and controlling brother didn't ask for anything, from anyone, or use words like 'please', or 'need'. He was in a completely different mindset. Demiurge was showing submission , to him. There was only one thing Malphas could respond with; domination.

Malphas tentatively pressed the crown of his member against his brother's entrance, and was met with resistance. Demiurge pushed back into him, and the older demon felt his muscles yield, and he sieged forward to meet him. The ring of muscle gave way to the pressure, allowing him to sheath his head and the first three inches.

Demiurge's body then tightened like vice once registering his presence, and Malphas let out a shuddering gasp while the smaller Arch Devil whimpered in pain at his thickness and trembled under him.

"Fuck, brother..." Malphas rumbled. His lava-like internal heat was nothing short of mind-shattering, especially when it squeezed to try to force his invasion back out. And he thought his mouth was hot.

He gripped his hips tightly and continued to slowly push when Demiurge's body suddenly sucked him in the rest of the way. He snarled and hissed like a wildcat as he clawed at the earth, ripping grass and popping roots from the ground. His chest and shoulders heaved as he struggled to adjust to his brother's size.

"Are you alright?" Malphas asked, worried he seriously hurt him.

Demiurge nodded lightly and panted, his breath light and feathered in panicked pain. "You're just...a lot...to take in." He ground out as he bared his fangs at the delicious agony ripping through his backside.

Malphas leaned forward, slowly, carefully, and rested his forehead on the back of his brother's hair, fighting to maintain his resolve. He felt something powerful in his loins threatening to detonate, but he sensed that while he craved the implosion, he didn't want it to happen just yet. He resisted the urge to drive into him.

"You feel so good, Demiurge. Hot and tight..." He murmured. "It almost feels too good."

"Hell yes...how I've wanted you inside me for so long." He replied, his breathing while still rapid, began to steady as he gradually adjusted to his brother's staggering size. "But damn, I did not expect you to be so big." He muttered with a chuckle, and Malphas stifled a laugh against his nape.

"Is it a good thing?" Malphas asked.

"It is indeed. It just takes a moment to adjust to. With your size, you'll find this to be necessary with all of your partners, male or female." Demiurge advised. "But it is most pleasurable, brother. You will be a grand dominant."

That was a great boost of confidence for Malphas.

"..I'm ready for you." Demiurge permitted him to continue.

Malphas began to roll his hips gently with shallow thrusts, and Demiurge moaned and sank his talons into the earth. He clenched his fangs and his tail coiled in pleasure, feeling himself grow stiff again. He allowed him to practice this movement for a short time and learn the rhythm, before he asked for what they were both really needing; a vicious fucking.

"Harder..." Demiurge pleaded, looking back at him with his lips parted as he panted heavily like a dog. "Deeper."

Malphas complied, and drove in with greater force. The younger demon gasped loudly as he struck his prostate, sending a euphoric shiver up his spine.

"Yes, Malphas...just like that." He encouraged him, arching beneath him. "Claim me."

Demiurge's words lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. Malphas tightly wound a hand into his hair and pulled roughly while his other dug into his hip. He picked up the pace, and began to pound him punishingly.

Demiurge's eyes rolled back into his skull. The force Malphas exerted on him was delicious. He loved the aggression, the sensation of being used like a toy; it utterly thrilled his inner submissive. He couldn't wait to show him the ropes of all the forceful fun he could have as a dominant. He knew he would most likely favor many of the same things he did, such as tying up his prey, feasting on blood, biting, and involving beasts.

The older Arch Devil groaned throatily, and wrapped his arm around his brother's neck to hold him forcefully in place; fuck, being inside Demiurge felt so exquisite. He reveled in the sensation of him helplessly writhing beneath him, the power, the superiority he felt as he had him mounted like a weaker female, the pleasure coursing through his own body. He felt a pull in his loins, a heat unfurling. He thrusted faster.

"Malphas! Oh, fuck...you're going...making me come again." Demiurge gasped, the air in his lungs fuming and letting out shaky moans, borderline incoherent from the ecstasy as his brother's swollen head repeatedly punched his prostate. "I'm gonna come again...harder, please, please!" He begged. "Don't stop!"

The larger demon rammed him viciously, his pace now savage as his claws dug harshly into his the younger demon's flank. Malphas felt the tug in his loins tighten, and he instinctively threw himself forward and sank his fangs into the curve of his brother's neck and shoulder in a bruising bite, marking him as his. Demiurge keened, the sharp thrill of fangs on his flesh and knowing he had been claimed by his brother pushing him to the edge. He then brought his mouth to the pointed tip of Demiurge's ear, and sucked, earning an unchaste, gasping moan from the smaller Arch Devil. His fingers dug deeply into the earth, his tail thrashing in ecstasy.

"Mine..." Malphas primitively growled.

Suddenly he felt something barreling towards him, a molten heat surging through his body, pulling from the depths of his toes. The pressure was building in him to the point of an inescapable wall of pleasure; something that felt so euphoric and so terrifying at the same time. He was almost convulsing with the sensations. His brain went blank, sensation and instinct taking over everything.

Demiurge's channel constricted around Malphas's member, and he exploded with a broken yell, howling his older brother's name as he forcefully came a second time in thick ropes all over the ground as his prostate was mercilessly milked. It was the first time he had ever climaxed without touching himself, and he was utterly stunned by its earth-shattering power. He struggled to remain upright as his brother fucked him aggressively, finally finding and embracing his dominant side.

Demiurge's exalted cry triggered Malphas's release, and he felt all of the muscles in his body clench as his heart soared, and then they suddenly released in a slow, powerfully throbbing euphoria. Then his cock erupted, fiery rapture scorching through his veins as his member heaved and spurted so hard his vision grew spotty. He roared ferally into Demiurge's neck before biting down on his collarbone deeply enough to draw blood. The most euphoric of muffled moans graced the younger demon's ears as Malphas experienced the onslaught of his first orgasm, and Demiurge felt every pulse of his organ as he poured what seemed to be a lifetime's worth of hot semen into him, flooding his passage with pearly release.

After the 12th throb it was finally over, and Malphas was shaking, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He fell forward and they both collapsed, their limbs feeling boneless and slowly his member began to wilt within the younger demon. He slowly and carefully withdrew from his brother.

"Fuck..." Malphas muttered. "Th-that...was it...wasn't it?"

"Indeed. _That..._was what you have been missing. If it...was anything like when I experienced mine...you should now feel more...complete." Demiurge said through strenuous breath.

Malphas rolled them both onto his their sides, and pulled his brother close by wrapping his arms around his chest, spooning him and wrapping his tail around them. Normally Demiurge would curse and complain as he abhorred humanistic intimacy, but this was Malphas's first time, and he knew his older brother's entire system had just been flooded with endorphins and this was merely a natural response to it. He decided he didn't want to spoil it, so for now, he would allow it despite his discomfort.

"It's odd...I do. As though I was hollow before, but did not understand why. But now I feel whole." He mused. "Why is that?"

"I did some digging. After extensive research into Ulbert's designs, we are not simply demons. We are of the _Incubus_class. We thrive on carnal desires, temptations of the flesh." Demiurge revealed. "When you had not fed that side of yourself, it left you feeling empty, and made your work more difficult. I suggest you purchase a pleasure slave. If you fail to quell that need for longer than 3 days, you will experience a sort of withdrawal, which will severely inhibit your ability to perform your functions."

"Based on what I read, we also possess the power to invade and control dreams. I am still learning to fully harness that ability, however. But once I do, I'll try to teach you that as well." He added.

Malphas absorbed what he had just been told, and they picked themselves up off of the ground. Demiurge cast an eye back to the bicorn to see the beast's engorged member hanging out of his sheath, aroused by the pheromones it detected in the air surrounding them.

"Now, I'll grab a collection sleeve and you can show me what you have learned." Demiurge said with a wicked grin.