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Lillith awoke the next morning curled up on the couch, and a warm but firm pillow under her head. She stirred lazily, and found that what she thought was a pillow was actually a body part, hard with muscle. As her eyes cracked further open she saw that it was a leg, but wasn't covered by the familiar vermilion red pinstripe pattern, but a deep purple pinstripe. At first she was startled, but then the memories of the night before came flooding back to her mind.

This is Demiurge's brother, Malphas.

She nuzzled against him and exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She turned her head, and saw that Demiurge was no longer in the chair across from them. As she glanced around the room, he was no where in sight. In the chair, however, was a unfurled scroll with a note written in his spiky handwriting. She quietly shifted and stood, careful not to wake Demiurge's brother. She padded to the chair and picked it up to glance it over.

Malphas:

Lord Ainz has instructed me to destroy a newly discovered gang hideout that we suspect may have been affiliated with the Eight Fingers and those residing there. I do not know exactly how long I will be gone, but I promise it will be no more than 3 days.

Please heed the concerns I expressed in our conversation last night and protect my pet in my absence. I trust that you will see to her needs and know to use the utmost care when satisfying your own with her, which I am permitting. I have requested our Lord give you free but reasonable reign of my Floor and within the walls of Nazarick. I have also sent my most qualified subordinates to watch and run your stables until you return. I apologize I was not able to discuss this with you before leaving, but my immediate attention to this matter was required.

Take care, brother.

Demiurge

Lillith was surprised. She wondered what they had talked about while she slept last night, and why Demiurge thought she needed protection. Was Shalltear targeting her again? Or was it the supervisor of the guardians who clearly disliked her? Or worse; both?

But what surprised her more was not that her master left her with his brother, but that he gave him permission to play with her in his absence. After how sweet Malphas was to her, she was more than amiable to this. Though she wished her master had not already left, as she wanted to tell him how much she enjoyed last night.

Demiurge had never really spoken to her as though she were an equal before, even if it was just the copious amounts of alcohol talking. Rather than calling her 'human', he seemed to now be referring to her as 'pet', which she rather liked. He did not say it in a condescending or derogatory tone, but more as a term of endearment. And when his brother arrived, while he did slip back into the Dominant mindset, he was still kinder to her than usual, and lavishly spoke of how she was his favorite slave, and bragged to his brother of all of the wicked things he had done and loved to do to her. He even praised how well she handled being shared by Malphus. He rarely gave her any positive reinforcement like that.

Lillith set the note back in the chair, and returned to the couch to lay her head back over Malphas's lap. He was still out cold, after drinking and last night's strenuous activities. She shifted uncomfortably, noticing an ache in her shoulders and lower spine. After being viciously fucked on the hardwood floor, her back was rather sore. Now that she remembered all that had transpired, she felt like she really needed a shower. Again she got up and tiptoed into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She peeled off her clothes and set them on the sink.

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Malphas's back struck the wall with painful force, crushing the air from his lungs, making him gasp. His glacial gaze beamed at Demiurge's, sapphires locking with iridescent topaz. The younger demon's curved talons dug into his wrists hard enough to pierce through his leather gloves as well as his flesh, and he felt warm blood trickle out and run down in crimson trails. Demiurge had his forearms pinned on either side of his head, his crystalline eyes dancing with mirth.

There were fangs in his brother's vicious smile, and Malphas then mirrored a grin just as carnivorous before he swiveled them roughly, hurling the smaller demon into his previous position against the wall. Demiurge grunted at the impact before slashing at him, a venomous hiss escaping his throat. He clawed wildly at his aggressor, ripping through the blended silk of his violet tailcoat and dress shirt, leaving deep, bleeding grooves in his chest; Malphas growled and scratched him across his abdomen and collarbone just as violently in return, his claws snagging on his flesh. They tore into one another with abandon, their ivory fangs bared threateningly as they aggressively fought for dominance. Tearing their suits and shirts into shredded ribbons, they snarled like ravenous wolves between breaths just as serrated and ragged as their threads.

Then they were laughing together as they savagely mauled one another, and Malphas grabbed his brother's wrists and forced them over his head. His cold gaze burrowed into his brother's before he lowered his face to sink his fangs into the strong tendons of Demiurge's neck in a firm bite, breaking the skin. A low moan left his throat, and he leaned his head to the side as Malphas's hot tongue darted out to sweep the blood away.

"Damn it, Malphas. It seems I have taught you too well." Demiurge mumured.

"Indeed. You truly created a monster." Malphas chuckled in agreement, and looked up to lock his deep cobalt gaze with his brother's.

Their tails coiled around one another and writhed like two steely serpents caressing. Demiurge leapt and wrapped his legs around his waist and clung to his broad shoulders before latching his fangs onto Malphas's collarbone. He felt the skin yield beneath his teeth, the reward of coppery blood soaking his taste buds. He greedily drank from the wound as Malphas groaned and bucked upwards.

"How I have missed this..." Demiurge whispered.

"I've missed you, Demiurge." Malphas replied. "I've yet to find a partner who could match your hunger, your aggression, your beauty." He said as he gently ran a claw down the length of one of his sharp, pierced ears, making him shudder in pleasure. "All have simply paled in comparison."

"I share the same disappointment, brother. My servant pleases my desire to dominate to my satisfaction, but I would still be so very hollow if I didn't have you filling this particular need."

Malphas was just as hungry and vicious as Demiurge when it came to domination, and they knew all of each other's sweet sensitivities. There was no judgement, no fear of seriously damaging one another, no uncertainty or fear of inadequacy. Try as they may to find someone who could satiate all of their needs outside of one another, neither had succeeded. They seemed to be molded for each other. What neither would admit is that they didn't really want to find someone else. Their chemistry was perfection. They both knew no other male or female could fulfill that role. As Demiurge had said before; they were two sides of the same coin, one in the same.

"Lord Ainz came close...but not close enough." Demiurge admitted. "He's desirable, powerful, but inexperienced. Even if I taught him as I have you...it still would not be the same. And I fear our trysts have caused high tensions in Nazarick, so we may not be able to continue them. There is too much at stake."

"I will happily feed that need for you, brother. Always. I'm sorry I couldn't meet with you sooner." Malphas nuzzled and nipped his neck. "Last night was quite entertaining though. I thoroughly enjoyed myself."

"As did I. Did I adequately make up for not having dinner ready?" Demiurge asked with a playful undertone.

"Very much so. Your pet was most charming and delectable, and we loved watching you come for us." Malphas purred before running his tongue along the smaller demon's pulse. "But I'd still like to claim you again as mine." He rumbled thickly in his his ear.

"Yes..." The younger Arch Devil hissed and raked his talons down his back as Malphas's teeth teased his earlobe. "Your wings..." Demiurge murmured, asking to see them.

With the sound of wind catching in canvas sails, the older Arch Devil unfurled his massive Draconian wings. They were midnight black with crimson webbing. They flexed and flared to life loudly before encircling them, eclipsing them both in a dim vermilion light.

"Just as beautiful as I remembered..." Demiurge said.

Demiurge loved to toy with his wings; they were as tender and responsive as his own, their flesh as smooth, heated and highly sensitized as his member.

He rested his head on Malphas's shoulder and took the clawed thumb of the right wing into his mouth and sucked gently. One of Malphas's hands wound into his brother's thick mane and tugged as his own head tilted back, letting out a shuddering moan.

"Equally as sensitive, too." Demiurge chuckled, then he coiling his tongue around it, and sucking harder.

"Fuck...I'll be dripping if you keep that up." Malphas growled as he felt is cock twitch.

Demiurge slipped a gloved hand down in between them and smoothed it over the tented fabric of his trousers. As he expected, there was already damp spot growing.

"It looks like you already are." He smirked, his crystalline eyes glimmering mischievously.

Demiurge knew Malphas was as easily riled as he, which only made their time together all the more fun.

Malphas's eyes darkened with lust, his lips curling in a cruel sneer.

"Don't you dare let it all go to waste, you fucking tease. I demand that you clean. The mess. You made." He rasped through clenched fangs, his dominance growing serrated teeth and claws.

A sharp thrill shot through Demiurge's spine and his heart rate skyrocketed. After spending day after day being in control and giving orders as the Commander Of Defenses, he relished being ordered around himself. Another reason Lord Ainz appealed to him so. But no one could gain his ultimate submission quite like his older brother. Malphas lowered him to the floor before using a heavy hand to forcefully shove him down hard onto his knees. He then threaded his clawed fingers through his dark hair for excessive control and pulled him closer to his crotch.

"Suck it like the whore I know you are for me." Malphas growled. "Then and only then, will I give you what you deserve."

Malphas and Dominant Malphas were day and night. When in dominant mindset he was just as cruel and merciless and Demiurge, and oh, how the younger demon loved it; but when he wasn't, he was sweet-natured, gentle and affectionate. Demiurge actually secretly envied his range of emotions and his ability to slip seamlessly between mindsets. He, on the other hand seemed to have three modes; violently enraged, cruel, and indifferent. He was only ever truly merciful or kind if it benefited him, or if drunk or high and his guard was lowered. While he wasn't completely heartless, only once in a blue moon did he allow himself humanistic understanding or empathy for someone other than Malphas.

Demiurge quickly and obediently unbuckled the older Arch Devil's belt with trembling hands and popped open his trouser button. He gazed up at him while he snaked his hand inside; Malphas looked so majestically demonic with his colossal wings unfurled and his long, ebony hair wild, his clothes torn and bloodied after their violently fun tussle. His gaze was chilling like arctic waters, yet held enough heat to melt glass. He never looked more sexy than when he was towering over him. Demiurge pulled his member free, and stroked the hard, thick length with a tight grip. As he did, a glistening strand of pre-ejaculate was strained out. The kneeling demon lapped it off hungrily and swept his tongue over the gleaming head, rumbling with pleasure.

"You taste absolutely divine..." He purred, and then he wrapped his lips around the silky tip and sucked, pulling a deep groan from his brother.

Malphas allowed him to pleasure him with a few languid dives until he was satisfied that he was slick enough before pulling his hair back to guide him off of him.

With one swift movement, he reached down and seized Demiurge up under his arms to crush him back into the wall.

Malphas slipped a hand between his legs to slice open his brother's pants, making a hole for himself. He then lifted Demiurge a head higher than his to have him to have him wrap his legs around his waist once more, their tails coiling to hold their joining form more securely. He settled his ruby knob at the smaller demon's hot entrance and his celestial eyes burned into his brother's like cold fire; then Malphas mercilessly plunged himself into him with one smooth, brutal thrust. The older Arch Devil froze at his brother's animalistic snarl and gasping pant of pain, his hands slamming onto his shoulders, his talons digging in as he braced against the sweet, fierce ache ripping through his backside.

His elder brother wrapped his magnificent wings around them, swaddling them in the warm scarlet webbing. He nuzzled his face tenderly and licked his cheek.

"You're so beautiful, brother." He rumbled. "My perfect prey."

Demiurge quivered and shakily sighed, a hint of his voice on the exhale. He wanted Malphas to devour him.

Malphas lowered both hands downward to cradle his rear and began to carefully lift him, capturing his lips with his as he nearly pulled out and then nudged back in. The smaller demon bit Malphas's lower lip and growled before he sieged his tongue into his mouth.

Holy Hell, Demiurge was tight as a vice, his internal heat like molten lava. The angle deepened and he settled more comfortably into him, sliding in and out slowly.

Demiurge hissed and clenched his fangs, his talons raking downward to cut through Malphas's tailcoat and into his strong back, leaving deep bleeding grooves. The larger demon groaned at the delicious sting and trailed his lips down Demiurge's jawline and throat to nip him lightly, stealing his focus from the pain.

"Let me see you." Malphas asked him to free himself.

His brother reached down and unfastened his pants, and his thick cock urgently sprang out, hard as marble. His slit wept with pre-ejaculate as he gripped himself, slowly stroking upward, teasing a trickling stream out. The both watched hungrily as it dripped down his girthy shaft. Malphas's lips parted in a moan.

"Now, taste yourself." He ordered, the dark husk of his voice sending shivers up Demiurge's spine.

Demiurge obeyed, and swept some of the glimmering fluid onto his gloved fingers and drug them down over his tongue, licking his lips salaciously afterwards. He then collected the remnants and brought his fingers to Malphas's mouth, and he eagerly twirled his tongue around the digits and sucked, relishing the musky tang of Demiurge's precum.

Malphas picked up the pace, fastening his brother to the wall as he began to pound him hard, nudging his prostate with each thrust until he was nearly mindless. Demiurge's eyes rolled back as he stroked his member with one hand and clutched his brother's shoulder with the other.

"Fuck, Malphas!" He pleaded. "Harder!"

The older Arch Devil grinned wickedly and complied. His thrusted brutally, and his eyes never leaving his brother's face as he observed his reactions with heated interest. Demiurge pumped himself in time with Malphas's strokes, and he was rapidly nearing the edge.

"Wait, brother." Malphas halted his brother's hand. "I'm going to milk you first."

Demiurge snarled in frustration as he was cruelly denied, but he knew this would only make his final climax so much better. When his prostate was milked he could have multiple orgasms, and the amount of semen produced was nothing short of staggering.

"What was that?" He drew a brow at him. "Did you just give me attitude?" The dominant demon growled and he slowed his movements, one of his gloved hands reaching for his throat in a gentle but threatening grasp.

A low, pathetic whine of submission left Demiurge's throat as his cock ached painfully.

"Please, brother...forgive me. Don't stop. Please." He begged through clenched teeth as he begrudgingly swallowed his pride.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you." Malphas teased. "What do you want, little brother?"

"I want you to fuck me!" Demiurge roared with impatience. "Hard! NOW!"

"Good..." Malphas hissed with haughty arrogance, and moved the hand around his neck back under his rear as he began to quicken his pace once more. "Tell me more."

"I want you to make me beg." Demiurge moaned, his hands flexing on Malphas's broad shoulders, fighting the urge to violently jerk himself off tooth and nail. "Make me scream your name."

"Oh, I will. I always do." He smirked, and drug his tongue up the side of his face in a hot, lecherous lick. "More." He demanded as he rammed his tight hole harder.

"Fuck, yes..." Demiurge's eyes rolled back, his cock weeping a considerable amount of precum as Malphas finally gifted him with what he craved. "Make me come all over myself...and force me to lick my dripping mess up off the ground."

"Mmmm...I very much like that idea." Malphas rumbled while angling his hips slightly, and with pinpoint accuracy struck his prostate. "I love seeing you on all fours like a beast."

Demiurge's eyes widened and he gasped loudly as he suddenly released a few short spurts of milky essence onto his stomach, his channel throbbing around his brother's cock. Malphas groaned as his velvet walls massaged his member, the corners of his lips curling victoriously. He granted his younger brother a precious few moments of recovery before he plunged faster, punching his prostate mercilessly. Demiurge bared his fangs against his brother's savage onslaught; it was a violent and cruel fucking, but he wouldn't have it any other way. The smaller demon let out a broken moan and wrapped his arms around his neck to brace himself as he already felt another wave of orgasm barrelling towards him.

"Malphas!" He cried out, his jaw dropping open as the dam broke and he suddenly erupted a second time, pouring hot cum all over himself like a fountain. "Fuck, Malphas!"

The older demon chuckled and flashed him his fanged grin, amazed by the volume Demiurge released and how easily he brought him to a second climax, and he still wasn't done with him.

Semen dripped down between them, spotting the hardwood floor with pearl. Malphas waited for him to stop leaking, and he again viciously hammered into him, earning the most euphoric of moans from his writhing partner. He was determined to force at least two more out of him. Demiurge's normally flawlessly pressed suit and dress shirt was in torn tatters and he was glistening in a sheen of sweat, a beautiful pink blush glowing on his cheekbones, his breath light and feathered as he clung desperately to his broad shoulders. It was sight that was nothing short of beautiful to Malphas.

"Holy Hell...I'm...I'm going to come again..." He groaned before his head fell back into the wall, his moans cresting in pitch as they grew more craven. His member jolted and spurted high arcs of thick release on them both. "Fuck!"

Demiurge was a gasping, panting puddle in his arms. But Malphas was just as insatiable as he; he bared sharp rows of teeth and fucked him punishingly, and his brother's palms slammed onto his shoulders as he felt an even stronger climax burning and building within his loins. Malphas saw a near panic in his gaze, his lips parting in a silent cry. He grinned savagely and gave Demiurge a short nod, finally permitting his younger brother to touch himself. Demiurge eagerly grasped his aching cock and slowly stroked, his mouth widening with each gasp.

He was going to come so hard.

Malphas whipped his hips faster, his wings flaring outward as his brother's enthralled expression brought him to the edge.

"Come for me, brother." He whispered, and with a final hard thrust, they both detonated.

Demiurge wailed his name and electric fire burned through his every vein as he exploded with volcanic force all over himself and Malphas, spurting uncontrollably with audible wet splats. The older Arch Devil roared with rapture while he pumped his brother full of his own hot release. As he painted his passage pearly white, he plunged his face down to mark him between the curve of his neck and shoulder, feeling his flesh yield and break beneath the pressure. Demiurge's channel clenched and agonizingly milked Malphas's length until he was empty. After pouring what seemed to a quart of cum over both of their stomachs and chests, the Commander of Defenses sagged weakly against his brother.

"Fuck...Malphas." Demiurge murmured, mindless and drained. Malphas rested his forehead against his brother's while he tried to steady his breath and racing heart. They licked each other's cheeks like two predators grooming after sharing a kill, both happily satiated...for now.

"Had this not been a dream, we would both need new suits." Malphas chuckled. "How wonderful that was."

"Indeed." Demiurge agreed, and nuzzled his neck sweetly. "I wish I could stay...but I regret that I must awaken and continue my assignment, but I will see you soon. If you don't mind, I'll need you to pet-sit for me for a few days. Take care, Malphas." He said, and kissed his neck.

And with that, Malphas awoke on the couch in Demiurge's quarters to find that he was hard as steel. While his mind was satisfied, his body had yet to follow; an unfortunate result of his and his brother's dream trysts. As Incubi, they could fuck each other senseless in their lucid dreams, but they could never fully release as their bodies never came with them. Afterwards they would have to find a way to satisfy themselves.

It occurred to him to take a cold shower, or more preferably jerk off, and as he fully came to he noticed his brother's pet was already occupying the shower.

She would do nicely.

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Lillith turned the faucet to as hot as she could stand and stepped in. The heat of the water slowly soothed the tension out of her aching muscles and she gradually relaxed under the cascading warm bliss. She let out a breathy sigh and poured some body wash into her hands and scrubbed herself down. As she glanced to bottle of wash, she realized it said it was unscented. So Demiurge actually naturally smelled like dark spice and sandalwood. She wondered if all Arch Devils smelled as good as her master and his brother. She took her time in the shower, washing and conditioning her thick mane of hair. Using a wide tooth comb while the conditioner was in, she pulled all the tangles out of the locks. She decided to take the extra few minutes and shaved her legs as well.

She stood under the water and began to rinse off, when she heard the bathroom door open. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest as Malphas walked in, and to her utter shock he had already shed his clothes. Her eyes widened considerably.

"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked in his rich baritone.

Lillith's heart started racing with trepidation, and her mouth was suddenly dry as cotton. He was beautiful, and like Demiurge, his form was immaculately sculpted with the finest precision, like a Greek statue. Her eyes traveled down the strong tendons of his neck to the wide and firm expanse of his chest, trailing down to the toned, taut muscle and valleys of his abdomen, his tail swaying gracefully.

"N-no." She manged to squeak out.

She watched tentatively as he pulled back the curtain, minding his tail so the spikes near the final segment would not cut it open and stepped in behind her. Now her heart was pounding hard against her ribs as he towered over her.

"I can smell your anxiety. There is no need to be nervous, pet. I was instructed to take good care of you, and I have every intention of doing so." Malphas assured her with genuine sincerity in his voice. "Did you read the note he left?"

"Y-yes, I did. I'm...I'm glad he didn't leave me by myself this time." Lillith said. "Albedo seems to not like me, and I know Shalltear really doesn't."

"Has Albedo said something to you?" Malphas asked.

"No...she didn't see me because I was under th..." Lillith stopped, realizing what she was about to admit to, but she had already committed to what she was saying. She closed her eyes and sighed. It's not like Malphas would judge her, considering last night's activities. "I was under the table. But she was condescending towards me when she was speaking to Master, so I know she doesn't like me."

The corner of Malphas's mouth tugged upwards as it dawned on him what she had been doing under the table, but he tried to not let it show. What a deliciously naughty pet!

"Albedo is just jealous, pay her no mind." He shook his head, partially as emphasis to his words and also because water ran over his face. "Your master is quite a catch, and to see that he favors you over her pompous ass pisses her off. But you have done nothing wrong, and have nothing to be sorry for. She is simply being petty. While my brother is gone I promise to keep you safe. I will accompany you outside the 7th Floor, and you are not to leave my sight when we are anywhere other than your Master's domain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mast-I mean, Malphas." She agreed to his terms and rinsed the rest of the soap off of her body.

"It's all right. Feel free to call me Master if it is what you are accustomed to." Malphas said, not bothered in the least.

"Thank you...for being so kind to me." Lillith fidgeted with her hands shyly and looked down at her feet, and when she cast her eyes back to him he smiled warmly at her. Lillith couldn't help it, he was so inviting that she suddenly threw her arms around him.

"Of course, little one." Malphas embraced her, returning her affection. The poor thing was so sweet and starved of tenderness, it was damn near heartbreaking.

Lillith buried her face in his warm chest and never felt safer with his inhumanly strong arms around her. How she had missed being held. She noticed he still smelled of leather, black currant and sandalwood, even after being drenched under the falling water.

"H-how is it that you and Demiurge smell so good all the time?" Lillith asked, genuinely curious. "Even after getting wet?"

"Arch Devils naturally produce the aromas their prey or partner finds most appealing, based on what we smell within the target's pheromones. Demiurge and I will smell the same or very similar to you, but could have a different scent entirely to another person." Malphas explained.

"Essentially, we are designed to entice temptations of the flesh from whomever we wish to ensnare." His voice, as well as his gaze darkened as he said this.

Lillith felt something growing, nudging against her navel. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized Malphas was hardening. He leaned down and nipped her neck. She gasped and clung to him tighter, her nails lightly scraping down his toned back. He hummed his appreciation when her hands moved from his back to slide up over his heated chest to his toned deltoids, The demon groaned, and lashed the shell of her ear with his tongue. She gasped as the sensation shot straight to her core, and she tilted her head to give him better access. The heat of his mouth was intoxicating.

"Malphas..." She moaned.

"How I love hearing my name on your lips." He murmured. "I think I'd like to feel those lips on my cock..."

Those words instantly soaked her.

'Oh, fuck...he's just as dementedly talented with dirty talk as Demiurge.'

Malphas carefully threaded his hand into her soaked locks, minding his unsheathed talons. With a firm but gentle push he forced her onto her knees before him.

Lillith cast her eyes up to his towering form, and through the wet strands of hair hanging around his face, his returning sapphire gaze was predatory. He aligned himself with her face, and his tongue curled over his fang carnivorously.

"Suck." He ordered.

Lillith did not hesitate for a moment. She immediately wrapped her lips around his swollen head and eagerly suckled the engorged head.

"Hell yes..." He ground out through clenched teeth as her tongue delved into his slit, loving the drop of precum that smeared musky temptation across her taste buds.

The Arch Devil bucked against her as she slid down his length, slipping the swollen head to the back of her throat, hallowing her cheeks to increase suction.

They groaned together as the sensuality of the heat and pressure of the rainfall shower head cascaded around them.

She deftly encircled the base of his impressive cock in her tiny fist and pulled gently, reveling in the visceral sound that exploded from the demon's chest.

Lillith swirled her tongue around the ruby knob of his shaft more quickly prompting more rumbles and groans. He seemed to favor that. She swept her tongue light and fast just under his glans, curious if he shared the same sensitivity as Demiurge. As she did she was rewarded with a growl and the tightly wound hand tugging with gentle but growing insistence. She took a deep breath and pushed him into her mouth, still pumping with her fist.

"Good girl..." He growled, guiding her with the helpful hand in her hair.

Lillith shielded her teeth and increased suction, reveling in the jerk of his hips and the rasping sounds coming from him. She continued to swirl her tongue around him and removed her hand to see how far she could get him in. When he hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly and withdrew to catch a breath. Then went right back for more, angling her head differently and loosening her jaw more.

"Mmmm..." Malphas groaned. Now both hands were in her hair, looping themselves in and cradling her head with a eager insistence, his hips helping her find what he wanted. She picked up the pace taking him as quickly and as deeply as she could while maintaining a twirl of her tongue.

She glanced up at him, and could see he was already about to burst. His sapphire eyes rolled back and and his grasp on her hair became almost but not quite painful as he fought to keep his aggression in check out of respect for his brother. He bared his fangs and bucked into her mouth, and she felt him erupt, his cock jolting over her tongue as he poured down the back of her throat. A snarl left his lips and he raked his talons down the wall, leaving deep grooves in the ceramic as he forcefully emptied himself. She swallowed all that he gave her before pulling back.

After catching his breath, he sagged against the wall.

"He has taught you very well." He said simply.

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After drying off and redressing themselves, Lillith felt a pang of hunger. It was then she realized she had not eaten anything since last evening at the dinner party.

"Malphas, I would like to go to the kitchen and get something to eat, if that's okay." She informed him.

"Alright, pet. You will need to show me where it is, as I am unfamiliar with the Tomb outside of the 7th Floor." With that, she lead the the way out of the 7th Floor and to the main hall of the Tomb.

She loved he was speaking to her as a person and not a mere servant. It was doing wonders for her self-esteem.

Malphas and Lillith passed several other maids in the hall on the way to the kitchen, and all ceased conversing among themselves to gape at the unfamiliar and intimidatingly tall Arch Devil; including the one Demiurge had threatened and left on the floor with a broken ankle when she had the gall to laugh after the incident the week prior. The red-haired maid stared but wisely kept her mouth shut.

As the demon and Lillith passed her, Malphas leaned down and whispered loudly enough for all to hear; "Would you like me to break her other leg?"

Lillith snorted, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a laugh and the Arch Devil cast an glacially malicious look at the maid, and curled his lip upwards to show his ivory fangs. Her eyes bulged and her face paled before she turned and quickly hustled away in the opposite direction.

They both shared a laugh at the bully's expense and continued their path to the kitchen, and Lillith glanced up at him.

"How did you know?" She asked.

"I sensed your tension when we passed her. Also, Demiurge told me what had happened, so I knew instantly who she was." He flashed her a fanged grin. "Anyone who dares to offend my brother, or his property is officially on my shit list."

If it meant having Demiurge's and Malphas's protection, Lillith would no longer take offense to being deemed as property. He did not use the term maliciously, and now that she thought about it, Demiurge never said it in a derogatory manner either. In fact, he said he cared what happened to her, in his own, roundabout way as she fell under the category of things he considered to be his.

"Hi, Lillith!" Tuare called out to her from across the hall.

Malphas momentarily tensed next to his brother's pet before realizing this was Sebas's human, and therefore harmless. He then relaxed.

'Geez, he's insanely protective. He takes the title of Guardian literally!'

"Hey, Tuare!" Lillith replied.

"Who is this?" Tuare asked, looking the colossal demon up and down curiously.

"My name is Malphas." The Arch Devil respectfully bowed at the waist to her friend. "I am currently acting as the Guardian of the 7th Floor."

"Tuare, this is Demiurge's brother. He has been left in charge of the 7th Floor in his absence." Lillith introduced them.

"It is nice to meet you, Malphus." Tuare bowed back, and the demon smiled kindly at her.

"So, we were needing to scrounge up some breakfast. I'm fine with anything, but if Malphus is anything like his brother, I'm sure he needs something in the meat department." Lillith told Tuare.

"Ok, we have muffins and eggs, and as for meat we can fry bacon." Tuare offered.

"That sounds perfect! I'll help so it'll be ready quicker." Lillith began to follow Tuare into the kitchen, but Malphas put a heavy hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Who has access to the kitchen?" He inquired.

"It's open for all, but only the maids and cookstaff really enter the kitchen. The only Guardian ever to set foot in there was Demiurge." Lillith assured him.

Lillith saw he was tense with apprehension, and wasn't comfortable letting her out of his sight.

"All right. Don't be long." In the end Malphas relented and let her go.

Lillith entered the kitchen, and Tuare looked concerned.

"What was that about?" She asked.

"Demiurge told him to look after me. He's just being protective. Apparently Albedo doesn't like me, and you already know how hateful Shalltear is." Lillith shrugged and started breaking eggs in a skillet.

"I think Albedo just hates all humans." Tuare sighed as she began to lay out several strips of bacon on the fryer. "She's like Shalltear. Just mean and stuck-up, like most of the Guardians."

Lillith nodded and pursed her lips. "I have to agree with you on that."

"But Malphas, on the other hand, was really polite. I think he is the only one who has ever been nice to me other than you or Sebas. I was actually taken aback by that. Are you sure he is Demiurge's brother?"

Lillith laughed. "They are very different, aren't they? Malphas is so sweet. A total pussycat compared to Demiurge."

"And handsome...his eyes are stunning. I've never seen a more attractive demon." Tuare whispered as though she were afraid Sebas would hear her.

"He is quite attractive. Just as sexy as Demiurge, but in an aristocratic way." Lillith agreed, and they both giggled girlishly.

Once they finished preparing breakfast Lillith thanked Tuare for her help and she carried it all out on a tray.

"That smells delicious." Malphas was practically drooling over the high stack of barely seared bacon. Lillith knew Demiurge liked his meat almost raw, and she had suspected his brother held the same preference. She was right.

He plucked one off the tray and bit into it, and he moaned in delight; then he swallowed it whole.

"This...is how bacon should be. Every other time I've had it, it had been nearly burnt to a crisp."

"I thought you would like it this way. Just wait until dinner. We'll be having Filet Mignon!"

Malphas licked his fangs.

"Do stop. You're making me hard." He said.

Lillith laughed and blushed lightly, and as they turned the corner to the entrance of the 7th Floor, they both stopped dead in their tracks. Albedo was standing there facing the entryway as though she were waiting for someone to come out. Malphas protectively pushed Lillith behind him.

"Can I help you?" Malphas asked firmly.

Albedo turned around to see Demiurge's brother.

"Hello, you must be Malphas." She scanned him intensely.

It was obvious to Lillith she was checking him out as she looked him up and down. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Is Demiurge here?" Albedo asked, her voice hopeful. She batted her lashes lightly, as if that would earn her any favor.

'Give me a fucking break.' Lillith internally growled, overcome by jealousy. She couldn't help it as she was already quite attached to Malphas. 'You think you're sooo hot.'

"No, he isn't. I am currently acting as the Guardian of the 7th Floor. Again, is there something I can help you with?" Malphas repeated, keeping his voice professional and trying not to allow his irritation to show, despite quickly running low on patience with the overbearing succubus.

"Actually, I was looking for your brother. I was hoping to discuss last night with him. But if he's not here, perhaps you and I can get more acquainted. If you will be acting as a Guardian, you will need proper train-"

'Is this bitch seriously trying to hit on him right now?!'

"Forgive me Albedo, but our breakfast is getting cold." Malphas had enough. He cut her off.

"As for last night, Demiurge relayed to me that he is simply not interested in romantic relations with you, and I mean that as respectfully as possible. I do apologize if this is not what you wanted to hear. And in regards to being a Guardian, I assure you I am well versed in hand-to-hand combat, supreme magic casting, 5 10th tier spells, strategic thinking and leadership skills. I was the original Guardian of the 7th Floor design, and Ulbert equipped me quite well. While I'm not one to brag, if you research my file, you will see that I am actually stronger than my dear brother. Now, I would like to eat as I was quite the busy birthday boy last night," He cast a knowing smirk back at Lillith. "and haven't filled my stomach since then. I bid you good day."

And with that they moved quickly past a stunned and embarrassed Albedo, and Malphas locked the door behind them.

Lillith let out a shaky breath, and realized . That was extremely anxiety-inducing, but Malphas handled it beautifully.

"Are you all right, pet?" He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Y-yes. I was just surprised to see her waiting out there like that." Lillith said.

"I wasn't. Demiurge's instincts are almost always right. He was wise to be on guard with that one." Malphas grumbled. "She strikes me as the clingy type who doesn't like to take 'no' for an answer, and definitely did not like what I told her. She will be back."