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Ainz Ooal Gown paced restlessly in his throne room, anxiety and anger boiling through him. After being informed by Malphas that Albedo had been waiting for Demiurge outside of his floor, and then insulted his brother by insinuating he needed 'proper training', the ruler was not pleased with her in the least.

Malphas was the original Guardian of the 7th Floor design. He was not only very well trained by Ulbert Alain Odle himself, but was more powerful than Demiurge. His strength even rivaled, if not surpassed Albedo's. For her to say what she had, was extremely condescending, whether that was her intention or not.

"Yes, my Lord?" Albedo said as she entered the throne room.

"Why were you waiting outside of Demiurge's chambers when he was on an assignment?" Ainz asked, cutting right to the chase.

"I..." He had caught her off guard. "I-I wanted to talk to him."

"Regarding what?" Ainz's voice was low and dangerous, making his displeasure alarmingly evident. "What could drive you to not only wait outside his quarters when you KNEW he was absent, but then to insult his brother?"

"I...I wanted to talk to him about the party. I asked him to be my date and he turned me down." Albedo said, her wings drooping.

"If Demiurge turned you down, what more is there to talk about? If he is not interested, what more can be said?" Ainz pushed, knowing she was beating around the bush.

Ainz was furious, and admittedly jealous. He had grown closer to Demiurge after their trysts, and he wanted the demon to himself.

"You were briefed on the situation; you knew Demiurge was on an assignment and Malphas was running the Floor in his absence, and was also caring for his servant. So you knew for a fact he was not there." He repeated. "Do not try to deceive me, Albedo."

Albedo was silent.

"So, I'll ask you again. WHY were you there?" He growled.

"I wanted to see if Malphas would go on a date with me. Demiurge doesn't want me, and neither do you." She finally admitted quietly, her head dropping from his gaze.

Ainz face-palmed, utterly beyond himself with frustration.

"Albedo...this is getting ridiculous." He sighed. "We've already been over this. I understand you are frustrated, but I'm not looking for a serious relationship right now, and neither is Demiurge or his brother, which is why he has a personal servant to satisfy his carnal needs. I suggest you obtain a slave for the same purpose. If you need money to buy one of your choosing, I will get it from the Treasury. But this has to stop."

"But-" She started, and Ainz cut her off.

"It is not up for discussion. Your position as Supervisor of the Guardians is now at stake, as your behavior is erratic and unpredictable as of late. You cannot stalk the grounds of another Guardian's Floor seeking them or their relative out for romantic relations when they have already expressed disinterest."

"Forgive me, Lord." Albedo hung her head in shame, knowing she was in the wrong and didn't think any of this through.

"You are forgiven, but please control yourself in the future." He cautioned. "Malphas was offended by you insinuating he did not have proper training. He was the original Guardian of the 7th Floor. He was equipped with everything Demiurge was, received the same training by Ulbert himself and you couldn't been more wrong to say what you did."

"Yes, Lord." And with that, she exited the throne room.

Albedo was pissed. It wasn't fair! Lord Ainz could fool around on his time with Demiurge, but she couldn't ask Malphas out? She was the beauty of Nazarick. How could no one want her? She was so used to getting all the attention of the men of the Tomb, and now it was all focused on Demiurge and his slave. True, for a human, Lillith was rather attractive, but was nothing compared to her.

How could this happen?

If Demiurge didn't have his servant, surely he or Malphas would then accept her advances. She was prettier than that lowly human anyways. The slave was the only thing standing in her way.

She would simply get rid of Lillith. Without the protection of Ainz Ooal Gown, there should be no real repercussions for her actions.

Demiurge left the 7th Floor later that afternoon to collect some paperwork from Lord Ainz for a future supply run, as they were getting low on ink and quills. As he strode down the hall, he passed Albedo, and the hair on his nape flared like the hackles of a wolf as he sensed hostility emanating from her. She did not look at him, nor utter a word. The succubus had something to hide, something she was plotting. Something she did not want him to know.

The demon knew then, she was certainly going to try something. And if she did, she would die tonight.

When out of earshot, he messaged Malphas to let him know what he sensed and to be on guard.

Demiurge returned to his floor as quickly as possibly, and to his relief all was well. Lillith was curled up on Malphas's lap while he read to her from a book about the native wildlife of Yggdrasil.

He purposefully strode to the back of the room and opened the doors to his armoire. He reached into the back of the back of the large closet he pulled out a small black clamshell box and opened it.

"I want you to wear this until further notice, pet." Demiurge said, and he presented her a black leather collar similar to what she wore at the ranch when she was being retrained. There was a scarlet inverted pentacle hanging from a silver loop in the center. It was simple, but elegant.

"Um, ok." Lillith timidly agreed, and slipped it around her neck and Malphas secured the straps for her. "What exactly is it?"

"It is an ownership collar. No one will be foolish enough to touch you when they see this around your neck. But should they be a complete idiot and have a death wish, it is also designed and magically enforced to alert your masters that you are in need of protection." Demiurge explained.

Lillith's heart soared when he said 'masters', knowing it meant she belonged to not only Demiurge, but now to Malphas as well. She adored them both, and was thrilled to be theirs.

After Lillith and Malphas lavishly 'welcomed' Demiurge home, it became apparent that Demiurge was being kinder to her, and more protective.

"If you are ever in danger, just clutch the pentacle and it will transmit your location to my brother and I." Demiurge continued.

"We will drop whatever we are doing and come to your aid." Malphas added, assuring her.

"Is this really necessary? Do you think I'm in that much danger?" Lillith asked, anxiety blooming in her chest.

"We won't be taking any chances. Not after Tuare was abducted and with how strange Albedo's behavior is lately." Malphas said. "We best air on the side of caution."

"I agree. If nothing else, just imagine if we had a reason to get rid of Albedo. How much easier life here in Nazarick would be with one less threat present. And more importantly, another position of power open for one of us." Demiurge speculated. "Nazarick would excel in world domination that much faster without her hindering our progress."

Lillith found herself a little unnerved by how willingly Demiurge would off another Guardian, his superior, at that; but simultaneously was relieved by how little he hesitated to rid the Tomb of someone he felt posed a threat to her.

"Indeed. I'm hoping it won't come to permanently removing her, but if she does try to harm our pet, I will not think twice to rip her apart." Malphas agreed, and he placed his hand over the curve of her hip protectively.

But Demiurge didn't mind in the least. He would gladly get rid of her for any reason if he could, especially after she tried to interfere with his and Lord Ainz's fun. He took that extremely personally, and her failure to apologize or show any regret for it whatsoever enraged him beyond belief.

She had once been his comrade, but after her show of possessiveness towards their Lord, her determination to be their master's one and ONLY sexual partner after agreeing with Shalltear of all people that it would, in her words, "be strange for someone of Lord Ainz's status to not have a harem," he took her anger towards him as a personal attack, and now only saw her as an enemy.

At this point, nothing would please him more than getting rid of Albedo.

Later that evening, Lillith bid Tuare goodbye and left the kitchen carefully carrying a tray, and headed back to the 7th Floor with Demiurge's dinner. The entire journey back to her Master's floor had her nerves frayed. She tried to assure herself that the collar she now sported told all "hands off" and nothing would happen to her, but after her encounter with Shalltear months ago she was not naive enough to believe her own assurances. Her gaze nervously scanned her surroundings, and she only passed two other maid staff on her way back and so far, so good.

As she rounded the corner to the entrance of her Master's quarters, she sighed with relief that she was home safe, when she suddenly found herself grappled in a tight choke hold. The plate of Filet Mignon dropped from her hands and crashed to the floor. She reached up to try to pry the arms of the assailant off of her, but they were far stronger than her own. Her eyes darted wildly around as she tried to fully assess the situation, and the sight of raven feathers flared around her legs told her it was Albedo.

Lillith's heart dropped into her stomach with a cold chill; she couldn't throw her off, so she reached for the pentacle. She gripped it hard and felt it heat like a glowing ember in her hands. She tried to scream, but only a strangled cry fled her mouth. Her oxygen was cut off and was rapidly fuming in her lungs.

"Get your fucking hands off of her!" A vicious snarl ripped through the air and Lillith felt Albedo tense with fear, and the human was promptly dropped to the floor as she was suddenly released.

Lillith felt hot blood splatter on her arms and face, and was Albedo's turn to shriek.

The human servant frantically scrambled backwards to get out of the way of the two brawling Guardians.

"You fucking bitch!" Demiurge roared. "How dare you touch my property!"

Once she was a safe distance away, she looked up to see Demiurge mercilessly ripping into the Supervisor of the Guardians, his talons extended into razor sharp scythes and his lips pulled back in a wolfish snarl to bare his fangs. Albedo wailed in agony as he dug deep trenches into her flesh. She didn't have a chance to equip her armor as the Devil was not giving her any chance to fight back, coming at her with everything he had. She turned and tried to land a punch in his face, but he deflected it with his tail and clawed into her exposed side.

The succubus couldn't believe Demiurge was reacting as violently as he was over a slave. It completely took her by surprise; she didn't wear any protection for this as she thought she could just simply strangle her and leave her body in the hallway, and either her or Shalltear would be main suspects, but Solution or Lupis Regina could just as likely be her killer, as they all hated humans. She did not have protection under the name of Ainz Ooal Gown, and therefore was fair game, or so she thought. It would be no big deal, and Demiurge would be irritated, but brush it off and move on. It was just a human, after all.

That's how it played out in her head, anyway. But she could not have been more wrong.

Albedo's wings beat rapidly to try to withdraw from the enraged Arch Devil. She managed to put ten feet between them and turned to flee as she was thoroughly terrified by the viciousness of his assault, but Demiurge would not back off, his face harshly etched with rage. He was beyond furious, and charged after her.

"Hellfire Wall!" With a flick of his wrist, a stretching barrier of black flame erupted forth from the floor to the ceiling and cut off her escape. She had no resistance to Hellfire, and was effectively trapped.

She stopped in her tracks, and turned to see the demon pace towards her gravely, his chest heaving with unrestrained rage. Hateful, dark intent burned in his eyes. The depth of his gemstone gaze made her body feel weak. Black fire crawled up his body, making him look utterly diabolical.

She had a terrifying flashback to the nightmares she had been plagued with where he would mercilessly beat her down and then slaughter her, and how completely powerless she was to stop him. It drained her of all of her confidence, and made her pathetically unprepared to defend herself. She had never been more afraid of an opponent.

"Where do you think you're going? Did you seriously think he could defile what I so clearly marked as mine and get away with it?" He growled, his voice pure and potent venom.

"I order you to stand down, Demiurge!" She shakily commanded, and just Demiurge laughed hollowly.

"I will NOT stand down. Perhaps with so much fear coursing through you, the fact that your commands now mean nothing eludes you." He chuckled, and his lips peeled back to show all of his fangs in a psychotic grin.

"You just tried to murder my servant; I'm sure Shalltear relayed to you that she is not under Ainz's protection, but MINE. I even collared her to make it obvious that she is my property. You may as well have spit in MY face by daring to harm her. And for that, I'm going to rip you apart at the molecular level." He snarled, drawing his arm back in preparation to swing in what would certainly be a death blow.

"She's just a human! They're disposable!" Albedo shrilled as he closed in on her. His obsidian talons gleamed with her blood in the dim light of the black flames surrounding them.

"Other humans may be, but she, however, is not."

Two large clawed hands suddenly reached through the fire from the opposite side, grabbed Albedo from behind and drug her through the dancing tongues of flame. The towering shadow the firelight cast on the wall made it apparent that it was Malphas, who had also received her distress signal.

Malphas yanked the succubus through the Hellfire flames, and she twisted uselessly in his iron grasp and shrieked in pain as it seared and scalded her flawless flesh. How Malphas wanted to utterly ruin her, destroy her. Albedo had dared to touch, no, HARM his brother's favorite slave. The sweet little human he had grown so attached to. The one who was making his brother feel something other than hatred and rage. Their pet, their property.

"Sorry brother, but I must be the one to have to have her blood on my hands, not you."

Malphas would rip this bitch apart; literally.

"Let me go! Stand down!" She demanded, but she was so terrified her voice lacked any real conviction.

He waited until the succubus locked gazes with him and then he spoke with such menace everything in the room shrank down to the pinpoint pupils in the terrified female's eyes.

"No. I won't. You dared to touch Lillith...and Lord Ainz himself gave me permission to override your authority and use lethal force in order to protect her." Malphas growled through clenched fangs. "And now that you have given me a legitimate reason, I very much intend to kill you."

"I...I only wanted him to be mine." Albedo whispered. Any glimmer of hope she might have had evaporated under the heated and ruthless stare of the towering demon before her. She couldn't believe this was how she would die; over a mere human, whose life was apparently more highly valued over her own. His eyes were flickering pyres, reflecting his brother's Hellfire flames and held no compassion whatsoever.

Malphas's furious sneer twisted into a malicious smile, showing every pointed fang in his mouth. It was a grin of sadistic hatred, of cruel intent. She recognized it as the same expression Demiurge wore when he was given a new prisoner to torture. Albedo's wide eyes beamed hopelessly into his, silently begging for mercy. He would have simply laughed in her face if he weren't so enraged.

"Demiurge is mine. He may be Lord Ainz's on occasion, and Lillith we like to share, but Demiurge will never, EVER be yours." He hissed, his voice dripping black hatred.

The sheer confusion on her face was utterly priceless, and Malphas saw the wheels turning in her head.

"You mean...you two-"

"Yes...when I say he is mine, he is MINE." He smiled smugly, fangs and all.

Malphas wanted her to die knowing that Demiurge not only loved, but preferred to be fucked by his brother over her, and she, the self-righteous bitch, was unwanted by either of them.

Wasting no more time, he sunk the talons of both hands into her flesh, piercing right through her sinew and bone with brute strength, as though she were made of butter and ripped outwards with unforgiving force.

An animalistic snarl was drowned by a long, agonized scream tearing through the air, followed by the wet sound of ripping flesh and muscle. Two heavy thuds. Then there was only a foreboding and unsettling silence beneath the crisp crackling of flames.

Dread gripped Lillith's heart as the quiet stretched on for what seemed to be an eternity.

'Please be okay, Malphas, please...' She couldn't live with herself should anything happen to him because he risked his safety for hers.

Lillith then watched her valiant protector step through the wall of fire, apparently unscathed, and an alarming amount of blood dripping from his talons. He casually plucked the white handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his violet tailcoat to wipe his hands off. Killing Albedo seemed to weigh on his heart about as much as slaughtering a lamb for dinner that night.

"Thank you, brother. I take it she will not be getting up?" Demiurge asked, his voice sleek without any inkling of emotion.

"No. She's dead." He confirmed tonelessly. "I will message Lord Ainz and inform him of the incident." Malphas began to walk away from the scene.

Lillith was frozen and trembling in place, her back to the wall, her eyes wide as saucers with raw fear. She hugged her knees to her chest and released a coarse breath she didn't realize had been holding, and then began to cry.

Malphas heard her sobs, and halted. He turned back to her and approached slowly, so as not to startle her.

"Did she injure you?" He asked softly, and looked her over, visually inspecting her for wounds. His expression that was still hardened with lingering anger softened as it shifted to intense concern for the tiny human.

Lillith shook her head, and held out her arms to him like a child needing to be held, thoroughly traumatized.

It broke the elder Arch Devil's heart to see her this way. She was innocent in all of this; she merely served her function as a servant and his brother's pleasure slave. She was sweet and kind, and didn't deserve any of the shit Albedo and Shalltear had put her through due their own pettiness.

"You poor thing. Come to Master." Malphas cooed, and scooped her up in his arms. "It will be alright, you're safe now."

"Demiurge, I'll take her back to your quarters." Malphas said, and his brother nodded in acknowledgement. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, please see to her welfare. I will go inform Lord Ainz in person." Demiurge advised him, and with a wave of his hand, the Hellfire Wall was extinguished.

"Don't look." Malphas warned her, quickly turning to shield her face from the carnage as he carried her to the 7th Floor. She was already frightened and distressed beyond belief, so the last thing she needed to see was what kind of merciless brutality he was capable of, even if it was to avenge her.

Lillith could smell the coppery scent of blood soaking his clothes, but she buried her face in his chest anyways. He held her tightly and walked her to her Master's chambers.

Demiurge looked down at Albedo's destroyed body. Malphas had literally ripped her in two, and her blood was splattered everywhere, her entrails were strewn around her corpse. He beheld a scene like something out of a horror movie, but he remained calm, if not aloof. He had witnessed this nature of scenario too many times to be outwardly affected by it now.

"Damn, Malphas; excellent job." Demiurge was actually surprised by how violently he killed her. "There's no way in Hell she can be resurrected now." He muttered to himself. "Or at least, I hope not."

Lord Ainz's power knew no bounds. He could only hope his Lord would see fit to simply do away with having Albedo around and choose to not resurrect her if it was still an option. Things would be so much more peaceful without her constantly quarreling with Shalltear and her annoying demands for Ainz's attention. It was cute at first, but at this point had grown exasperating, no, fucking exhausting.

His mouth watered at the scent of so much blood drenching the air, flushing his senses and he licked his lips. His mouth twitched at the thought of sinking his fangs into the tough muscle of her still warm heart. The demon shook his head and shoved his animalistic bloodlust down, as there were more important matters at hand. He left her mangled corpse there, should his Master want to examine it for confirmation of her death and snickered to himself at the idea of Shalltear unwittingly stumbling across the gory scene. It would be a Hell of a message to her as to what happens to those who dare to lay a hand on his property.

Because Malphas was the one who killed Albedo, Demiurge would get off scot-free, and Malphas had been permitted by Lord Ainz to use lethal force in order to protect his pet, which is exactly what he had done. Neither of them would face any repercussions. A mere scolding in the worst case scenario.

Everything had played out perfectly in their favor.

Demiurge made his way to the throne room in strides, and found Lord Ainz sitting, deep in thought, as though something was already plaguing his mind. For a moment, Demiurge hesitated and held his tongue, but knew to delay was not in either of their best interest. The last thing he needed was for a maid-staff or another Guardian to burst into the room in utter panic before he had relayed his message.

"My Lord...I unfortunately have come with disturbing news. I regret to inform you that Albedo was on my Floor again, and this time she had the audacity to attempt to murder my servant." He spilled.

The ruler's head snapped up, and his jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Is she alright?" He asked, worry tinging his voice.

"Yes, Lord." The demon knelt and bowed his head. "But it is with deeper regret that I must tell you that Malphas was present when the attack occurred. So Albedo, most unfortunately, is dead." Demiurge revealed.

If Ainz's jaw could drop right off of his skull, it would have.

"You're sure?" He asked simply, completely at a loss for further words in his moment of shock.

"Yes. Quite." He confirmed. "I do not believe she can be resurrected. Malphas tore-she...she is not in one piece." He settled on how to elegantly put that her guts were strewn about her mangled and bisected corpse. "Please forgive him. He was protecting Lillith, and without him, Albedo would have surely killed her. I fear it might have been prevented if I had simply not let her go out alone to get my dinner."

Lord Ainz hung his head. Demiurge should not have to feel that way. This was Albedo's fault, not his.

"No, your servant was merely doing her job. Albedo was at fault here, and she paid the ultimate price for disobeying my direct command to leave you and your brother be. She has been so unpredictable lately I should have confined her until I knew what exactly was wrong with her." He assured Demiurge. "I gave Malphas permission to guard your servant with lethal force if necessary, and I told Albedo she needed to keep herself under control. She failed to heed my firmly given warning, and the result was unfortunately fatal."

'This is all my fault...if I never tampered with her programming, this could have all probably been avoided. The NPCs have evolved beyond what I could have ever foreseen. Not only do they now move and act of their own accord, but even their emotions and their ability to act on them has developed to respond outside of their programming's guidelines. They are more human (or inhuman) than ever! It's as though Albedo took on the behavior of someone having a psychotic break, or mental illness. There was not much any of us could do in this situation...'

"Thank you for your most gracious understanding and mercy, Lord. This was a most regrettable outcome." Demiurge said with perfectly feigned sadness.

But did he really feel bad about it? Not at all. In fact, he was thrilled to be rid of the succubus.

"Indeed it is." Ainz agreed. He maintained his composure, but his mind was reeling. Albedo failed to obey his wishes, tried to kill Demiurge's servant, and as a result, was now dead! He felt regret, and yet...he knew should have felt absolutely horrible, but...he didn't.

Ainz knew he should have felt far worse about this than he did. He should feel completely sickened over it. He should be shattered. Lord Tabula's beloved creation had just been destroyed, and based on Demiurge's testimony, in a quite a horrific manner.

But Albedo was warned. She didn't listen. Ainz had even compromised with her by promising to copulate with her in the future in order to create an heir to the throne, and she threw it back in his face by not only then relentlessly pursuing Demiurge, but his brother too, leading to Lillith being a target. Maybe it was his waning sense of humanity that came with being infused with the body of an undead, or perhaps it was that he was simply sick of Albedo's bullshit.

"I'm honestly at a loss as to how to proceed. What will we do without a Supervisor of the Guardians?" Demiurge mused aloud.

"What choice do we have?...We replace her. A strong, intelligent leader is necessary to keep the other Guardians in line. In fact, as my Defensive Commander, I believe you would be the most suitable for that position, Demiurge." Ainz decided.

Demiurge was shocked by this. He just aided in killing Albedo and now was getting a promotion for it?

What an extremely pleasing turn of events!

"If I may suggest, I believe Malphas would be best suited to take my position on the 7th Floor if I am to lead the Guardians." Demiurge said. "He is familiar with the Tomb, and would be most pleased to return to his old home."

"I believe you are right, Demiurge. He would be the perfect candidate to take over. I don't believe Ulbert would have had it any other way. I will gather the Guardians and inform them of Albedo's death. I do, however, understand that they may not comprehend exactly why things played out as they have. So to ensure they understand, I will simplify it for them. They will be told that Albedo defied me and my wishes, and intended to bring harm to one of our denizens; and therefore paid the ultimate price." Lord Ainz assured him.

"You have my deepest gratitude, master. I will not fail you, and will pour my heart into this position. I only hope I will be worthy, and my performance will please you to the deepest of satisfaction." Demiurge said, still kneeling in a deep bow, his eyes to the floor.

"Demiurge." Lord Ainz addressed him, and knelt down to his level in front of him, placing an ivory finger under his chin, tilting his face up to meet his fiery gaze.

"You are the most worthy out of all who serve me to take this position. You are my right hand, and do more for Nazarick than anyone, other than myself. Truly, we would be utterly lost without you." Ainz said.

Demiurge's breath hitched, and his ears flattened back. His armor-plated tail wagged like a puppy's as a pink blush glowed on his cheeks.

"Master..." He was at a loss for words, his normally nimble mind blanked at such lavish praise.

Ainz was struck by his reaction; Demiurge's blush was downright adorable, and he had never seen him look so submissive. Even when he had taken him before, he still had an air of dominant attitude and energy about him. But here and now, with his head lowered and his ears flat, kneeling before him...he was purely omega.

Ainz felt his cock twitch at the sight of the prostrated demon.

'Fuck. Now, of all times?! Someone just died, and I'm turned on?!'

Despite how terrible the timing was, Ainz couldn't help but find it undeniably sexy. His hand traveled downward from his chin and over the demon's chest, making him gasp in surprise. His crystalline gaze burned into his, his heart rate picking up.

"You are more than worthy, Demiurge." He murmured. Demiurge dared to look up, only to see his Lord's eyes burn with hues of scarlet and crimson that only a ruby cracked from the core of the earth could cast. The gaze was nothing short of hungry, predatory.

Demiurge gulped. His master looked ready to devour him. His tail rattled nervously against the floor.

That was another thing Ainz found most endearing about the demon; how expressive his tail and ears were. He shifted further forward, and Demiurge leaned further back, not having yet caught on to the Elder Lich's sudden lustful onset.

"M-my Lord?" He stammered, and his ears drooped in total submission. The bony hand that rested on his chest suddenly pushed him onto the floor, flat on his back. The demon's cry of shock only spurred him on, and he harshly pinned his wrists on either side of his head.

"Oh..." The demon uttered in realization. With the flutter of Ainz's cloak as he caged the Arch Devil beneath him, the scent of arousal seeped from his robes as they shifted over his skeletal frame.

Now he knew what was happening. Demiurge's tongue curled over his fang as his lips peeled back into an insidious grin. His Lord was turned on. Why now, after what he was sure was devastating news? He could only conclude it was the fact that they were now free to fuck as they pleased without the succubus constantly throwing a fit or a wrench in their fun.

Oh, the raw, unbridled, fun they were going to have now...

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"Lord Ainz!" Malphas bowed his head to his Master who had just unexpectedly walked through the door. He was sitting behind a desk, drawing on a scroll with a quill pen. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Upon closer inspection, Ainz Ooal Gown noticed Malphas was tense and seemed rather surprised to see him; there was a pink flush glowing on the sharp edges of his cheekbones.

After Albedo's death, he was assigned to once more be Guardian 7th Floor, and Demiurge was promoted to Supervisor of the Guardians. Malphas couldn't be happier to have his old position back. In the meantime, his and Demiurge's subordinates maintained the Bicorn Stables in the Royal Capital.

"I just wanted to check in to see how you are faring here, and ask if there was anything you may need." Ainz said.

Lillith was holed up in her room with Tuare who would come by to check on and comfort her, as she still needed some time to get over Albedo trying to murder her, which gave Demiurge some time to himself. He needed to take his mind of of the alien emotions he was feeling lately, so he had decided to pay his brother a visit, who was diligently working to map the nearby territories surrounding Nazarick. Malphas as always, was pleased to see his brother, even more so with his new title as Supervisor of the Guardians. They both had a power fetish, but Malphas was rather busy, and as much as he wanted to, he could not spare any time to fuck him (when they went at it, it was never shorter than half an hour). But the ever persistent Demiurge would get what he wanted, one way or another.

Under the desk, out of sight, Demiurge was crouched between his legs and lavishly serving the Guardian with his mouth.

Malphas fought with every fiber of his being to maintain a normal facade. As an Arch Devil, he, like his brother, was extremely attracted to the evil and power that Ainz Ooal Gown radiated. He was dark supremacy incarnate, and the Overlord tended to be the object of both of their most wicked fantasies. Since Albedo's death, Ainz and Demiurge were fucking left and right. Malphas could only hope his turn to play with their ruler would come soon enough.

And now the ruler of Nazarick stood before Malphas in all of his majestic glory, while his brother was expertly teasing his cock under the desk. It was almost too much.

He hardened like marble at the sight of the Elder Lich. The crimson glowing pinpoints of light in Ainz's eye sockets glowed like twin blood moons at twilight. Demiurge grinned sadistically as he saw the effect their Lord had on his brother and flattened his tongue under his frenelum, sucking deeply. The older Arch Devil couldn't stop the sharp inhale of breath through his nose. He cleared his throat to try to mask it.

"How very kind of you, Lord. I'm doing quite well. I don't believe there is anything I require at the moment. But your offer is most appreciated." Malphas politely declined, his voice level.

The demon's hand cradled the back of his brother's neck, his fingers weaving into the hair of his nape and tugging lightly, silently begging him to slow down out of fear of being caught; but Demiurge was cruelly unrelenting; he mercilessly dropped lower and gently drew a testicle into his mouth, while using the most perfect pressure to stroke his length with his hand.

Malphas swallowed thickly, desperately struggling to keep his breath steady. He schooled his features to try to appear nonchalant.

"What is it you are working on there, Malphas?" Ainz asked out of curiosity. Malphas opened his mouth to respond when Demiurge suddenly surfaced and then plunged downward over his aching shaft, taking him into the back of his throat. He promptly shut it to withhold a gasping moan.

'Please don't come over here. Please, please don't-'

"May I see?" Ainz moved towards the desk.

'Fuck.'

"Of course, Lord." Malphas complied, but began to sweat.

All the while Demiurge moved back up his shaft, laving the tender underside. How very fun this was for him!

Ainz glided towards the desk to stand next next to him, and Malphas's heart pounded fast and hard against his ribs with mounting arousal and anxiety. He towered over the usually taller-than-all Devil as the demon sat in his office chair, and he was grateful the desk was large enough to conceal both his brother and the fact that he was exposed and rock hard. With the Overlord now bent at the waist and looking down on his work and himself, his cock began to drip pre-ejaculate. Of course Demiurge took full advantage of this and lapped at his leaking slit, then hungrily delved his tongue into it. Malphas swallowed a moan before it could fully form in his throat.

If Demiurge didn't slow down, he was going to explode, and there would be no holding back the obscene moan that came with it.

"Ah, a detailed map of the surrounding cities. This will be most useful to us before long. Soon we'll be announcing our existence to all, and we will need to know precisely where our allies and enemies reside." Ainz placed his heavy, ivory hand on the Devil's shoulder, and Malphas almost spewed his load then and there. "Excellent work."

The demon's breath grew light and feathered, and he blushed deeper as he was on the edge.

"I...am uh-unworthy of such praise, Master." He said, his voice wavering slightly as his resolve crumbled when Demiurge took the hypersensitive gleaming head into his mouth once more, and more precum oozed from his tip.

'Fuck, please, please slow down, Demiurge...'

"Nonsense, don't undermine your contributions to Nazarick. You and your brother are by far my most valuable assets." Lord Ainz assured him in his rich baritone.

Malphas fought to prevent his tail from wagging at such lavish praise, but Demiurge could not. It thumped loudly against the inside of the desk, giving him away.

Ainz's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he saw Malphas's tail stretched out behind him and not making contact with anything. The fear welling up in his chest pulled him away from his impending climax.

The demon sighed.

'Shit.'

"It appears we have been caught, Demiurge." Malphas muttered, and slowly pulled back from the desk to uncage his brother, reluctantly withdrawing from the younger demon's mouth.

Demiurge couldn't help himself, and chuckled as he crawled out from under the desk, but remained on his hands and knees.

"My apologies Lord, but you have stumbled upon us in a most compromising position." Demiurge admitted. "Please forgive our unprofessional behavior, but sometimes we have trouble keeping our desires contained with our new titles. It is most enticing to our power fetish." He explained.

Ainz didn't say anything, as his crimson gaze was still transfixed on Malphas's impressive and fully erect member. Seeing him in full vigor was a sight to behold – he was simply big – long, thick and slightly curved upwards, radiating heat he could sense without touching him. The venous shaft crowned by a bulbous head several shades darker was glistening with pre-release and his brother's saliva which highlighted every ridge and contour.

"I-I see. It's quite alright." He fumbled for words. "I know Demiurge will complete his assignments on time no matter what and never falls behind on the job. As for you Malphas, you are still working during these...ahem." He coughed into his fist. "Activities. So, feel free to continue."

He shifted to walk away, feeling awkward, but still couldn't tear his eyes away from Malphas's magnificent member.

"Would you like to watch, Lord?" Demiurge offered, his voice a salacious purr. He could smell his master's arousal.

If Ainz still possessed a heart, it would have flipped into his throat. He had never...watched any sort of sexual act before, other than Demiurge kneeling between his legs when he was kind enough to suck him off in order to test-drive the cock he created for his undead body, which so far, has worked beautifully.

He had never considered voyeurism, but he'd kick the shit out of himself later if he turned such an offer down. Both demons were insanely attractive, and so sexually driven, this would certainly be one Hell of a show.

"...If it's no bother, very much so." Ainz agreed, trying not to sound as eager as he truly was.

Ainz Ooal Gown casually leaned back against the desk to watch the two Arch Devils resume engaging in the semi-incestuous act. While they were not related by blood as they were artificially created, the fact that they were still very much brothers in a sense gave this a deliciously forbidden aspect. His non-existent heart raced with trepidation.

Malphas fixed his brother with a smoldering look and a wicked grin, and then turned that heated gaze upon their ruler.

"Do you like what you see, Lord?"

Ainz swallowed thickly, and would have blushed had his face not been a bare skull. What kind of question was that? Fuck yes, he did. He would have ordered them both to stop and scolded them had he not.

"Indeed I do." He murmured in reply.

Malphas brushed his fingertips leisurely over the length of his cock, his chest expanding with a sharp inhale as tongue curled over his fang in pleasure. The gesture was obscenely sexual, and Ainz's member was filling with blood at an alarming rate.

'Oh, he's good,' thought Ainz.

"Would you like to touch me, Master?" Malphas asked, observing him with predatory intent with those intense sapphire eyes.

Ainz clasped his hands together in effort to keep them steady. Just like Demiurge's, Malphas's gaze was potent neurological venom, and could freeze and strip the willpower away from anyone he locked on to, not even his almighty self was immune to its sway.

"Yes, I rather would," he admitted. If he had lips, they would be trembling. "But first, I'd like to see you finish what I had inadvertently interrupted."

Demiurge grinned in response, basking under the older demon's lustful gaze as it was cast back to him.

"As you wish, Lord." Malphas smirked and shifted so that his legs hung wide open, not so subtly inviting the younger demon to openly admire everything that he had to offer.

"Come." He ordered his brother.

Demiurge obediently crawled towards him on all fours with feline grace, and he sucked in an serrated breath. He tried to keep his eyes on his acting Dominant and avoid looking directly at Lord Ainz's growing erection tenting out his black academic robes through his peripheral vision, but it was proving very difficult.

Malphas ran his tongue languorously across his lips, watching with fascination as his brother's gaze refocused on him and swept across the lusty sinews of his tall, powerful frame.

"Tell me, brother, how much you want this cock…" The demon hissed, his cobalt eyes burning into him like cold fire.

"So badly," Demiurge choked out, utterly unable to deny his desires. "...that I was willing to continue sucking it with our Master mere inches away." He admitted.

Malphas leaned forward with a satisfied smile. Ever so slowly, he plucked open the button securing his violet pinstripe tailcoat, and then the top button on his white dress shirt, and then another. Demiurge and Ainz watched him intently, gleaming diamonds and scarlet fires driven wide with anticipation.

Without breaking eye contact, the older demon rose to his feet, looming tall over his brother. He undid the final button, allowing the shirt to fall open to reveal the chiseled length of his abdomen and the outline of hard muscle beneath. Malphas shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside before once more seating himself with his legs splayed open.

"Greedy little thing aren't you?" The Arch Devil teased with a sadistic grin. "You want to stroke it; you want to suck it again, don't you?"

Malphas lifted his hand and dragged his own fingertips across his stomach and downwards across his hips, trailing sharp talons across his pallid flesh. Demiurges's breath hitched as he watched Malphas's fingers trace the sleek lines of his chiseled abdomen, slipping lower and to the sharp V framing his groin.

Malphas hesitated then, waited until his brother was practically squirming on his knees before him, his tail thrashing in excitement and finally, with the most indecent moan, wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly stroked upwards.

Ainz's jaw fell open as he watched the Guardian caress himself; desperately wishing that Malphas's hand was his own. He couldn't help the soft groan that escaped from his lips.

"Just like this, brother?" Malphas hissed, and he rolled those deadly hips of his and sending another flurry of shock waves tingling throughout Demiurge's body.

Oh, how Ainz wanted to see how those hips rocked when he fucked his brother.

The kneeling demon nodded, his breathing ragged and desperate. His heart was racing out of control and he shifted uncomfortably on the floor. His entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out and his own aching erection was now straining uncomfortably against the tight confines of his own trousers.

Malphas bit his lip in pleasure as he watched Demiurge's reaction. It seemed to spur him on. The demon continued to pleasure himself, sliding his hand teasingly up and down over the length of his cock, building friction with an increasingly stronger grip.

"Oh, if you could see yourself now," Malphas said breathlessly. "So completely undone. So desperate to touch me." He lowered his gaze to Demiurge's straining erection. "So desperate to be touched…"

The younger Arch Devil blushed furiously, knowing that he could never conceal his arousal from Malphas in any way. His desire for his brother was laid bare before their Lord, and the shock waves of excitement that had initially flowed through him had grown into a raging river of sexual intensity.

"Please, Malphas..." Demiurge whined pathetically, his ears flattening in overt submission. "Let me suck you." He licked his lips and begged. "Let me taste you."

Malphas chuckled darkly.

"You just can't stand it, can you, brother? You never could handle much teasing." He laughed. "All right, then; please me."

Demiurge's face lit up in wicked delight and his tail swayed wildly in excitement, in full submissive mindset. Eager to show off before his Lord, he stalked towards Malphas on fours with panther-like grace before settling on his knees to return to his task.

Lord Ainz observed in heated awe as Malphas's head fell back against the chair, his lips parting in a low moan as Demiurge took him deeply into his throat. His fingers threaded through the smaller demon's spiky hair, and his hips slowly rolled with his brother's movements, leisurely fucking his face.

"Very good, Demiurge..." He murmured praises. "Fuck, you're so talented with that tongue."

Ainz felt himself throb. He had never witnessed something so arousing other than Demiurge serving him between his own legs. He was rock hard.

Demiurge laved some more, putting all of his devotion into each contact, relishing the taste of the warm skin and his intoxicating aroma, savoring the moans of his brother's pleasure as much as the power of being able to draw such sounds from his lips. His own pleasure was forgotten, both hands on Malphas's body, one caressing his thigh, the other holding the base of his member whilst his skilled tongue deftly flicked around it.

Demiurge moved his focus to the ruby flared head, and suckled on his engorged glans. Malphas now had both hands in Demiurge's hair, his tail curling tightly in ecstasy.

"Touch yourself." Malphas ordered, having not forgotten his need.

Demiurge obeyed, rapidly unfastening his belt and freed himself, and he was just as hard and riled as Malphas. He stroked himself slowly, straining a glistening stream of precum out of his member, his lower lip catching between his teeth.

It was too much for Ainz to bear. He brushed his ivory hand of his own aching cock, a throaty groan escaping him.

"Please, Lord, join us." Malphas pleaded. "It would be an honor to pleasure you."

Ainz did not hesitate this time, aroused beyond belief. He glided towards them, and positioned himself beside Malphas. With a tentative hand he ran his sharp fingers over the Arch Devil's chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath his heated flesh, drawing a shaky sigh from his lungs. Malphas throbbed in his brother's mouth, a squirt of pre-ejaculate shooting down his throat.

"May I please you with my mouth, Master?" Malphas asked, but his eyes were shamelessly begging the Elder Lich.

"You may." Ainz said, parting his robe for him.

Malphas wasted no time, and immediately leaned in for the beautifully shaped cock that sprang out before him. It was just as large and enviable as his own, hard as marble and throbbing with life. Ainz moaned loudly as the demon's skilled tongue swirled around the swollen head.

Ainz's hand wound into the Arch Devil's long hair, his head tilting back as a sharp flare of pleasure struck him.

What was left of coherent thought disintegrated and sank into a sea of grunts and moans, the gravity of passion pulling Ainz down to unknown depths. His body sank deeper into the sensation with each stroke of Malphas's lips and tongue, unimaginable pleasure wiping his mind blank – until there was nothing left but feeling.

He could faintly make out his tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft from the bottom of the ventral vein to the very tip. Once, twice... before his lips parted and took as much of him as he was able to into his mouth, wrapping his fingers around the base and holding his hand still as his head bobbed over him, suckling him. He moaned against him as Demiurge mirrored his actions over his own member. The elder demon's voice vibrating into his cock was almost enough to make him come then and there.

Shit, Malphas was too good at this, and just as skilled as his brother. Ainz wouldn't last if he didn't stop him soon.

"Malphas."

The elder Devil almost erupted at the sound of his name on his Lord's lips.

Lord Ainz's eyes were nailed to him, and a shock went through him when his sapphire gaze flickered up to meet his.

"I want to watch you fuck him..." Ainz moaned. " Fuck Demiurge in front of me."

Both demons looked to their Lord in shock. Then simultaneous insidious grins crossed their features as they turned back to one another.

"Gladly, my Lord. Hard or slow?" Malphas asked, running his tongue over his teeth before his lips pulled back into a devious fanged grin, eyeing his brother like a freshly cut slab of meat.

"You certainly screamed the first time I took you," Ainz addressed Demiurge, his heated gaze burning into the kneeling demon. "I think I would like to hear that again, so hard.

"If it pleases you, Lord..." Demiurge murmured as his heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed. "...I will scream until my throat bleeds."

The younger demon wasted no time in stripping down for the deed, his heart racing. Malphas also stood from his chair and eagerly shed the rest of his clothes in preparation. They slid their claw-dulling gloves off as well, an thrilling omen that this would be an animalistic rutting.

The electricity in the air was palpable as the two Devils stared each other down like two wolves challenging one another for leader of the pack. Malphas then dropped to the floor to Demiurge's level, and if the Elder Lich could grin in delight, he would have.

This was going to be one Hell of a show. Ainz was positive if this played out how he imagined, he would come just from watching. His cock flexed and a bead of precum swelled from his slit.

They growled vehemently and their tails swung dangerously behind them, each baring their ivory fangs in a threat display as they challenged one another for dominance. Malphas's rumble deafened his brother's. His eyes scanned him intensely and his jaw tightened.

Demiurge breathed shallowly through his fangs, sensing a vague danger, something hot and predatory rolling off his brother in waves. Still, he snarled in defiance before his inevitable submission.

Lord Ainz was fascinated; he had read about the mating habits of Arch Devils and other sub-species of demon, but never had he witnessed it first-hand. According to his research, it was always a power-play, an Alpha and Beta (occasionally an Omega) dynamic. He knew they could be violent if one failed to submit to other, but rarely were the wounds inflicted during the struggle lethal.

Both Arch Devils were Alpha by nature, but Demiurge was almost always submissive to his brother. And who could blame him? Malphas was an exquisite example of an Alpha male.

Ainz watched Malphas crawl on on his hands and knees towards his brother. He moved on all fours like an animal as easily as he walks on to legs like a man. He was magnificent; built with thickly corded slabs of muscle carved like marble, pectorals and abs and thighs muscled in the way of a predator. He was not some overly-puffed-up gym-rat. He was lion-like, all sleekly-rippling strength under tautly pulled skin, dangerous at rest, an unstoppable force in motion.

A beautiful creature. And a deadly one.

Malphas circled his prey on all fours with feline grace, bending over and dragging his sharp fangs across the back of Demiurge's neck. A shaky groan erupted from the younger demon's throat before he could stop himself, and he froze in place, partly from instinctual submission, but mostly arousal, as Malphas roughly licked him like an animal.

"_Mmmm..._You taste like prey." Malphas murmured as he sat up on his knees, delivering a hard bite at the back of Demiurge's neck, just below where he would mark him when they fucked on all fours like beasts, earning a gasping moan.

Malphas lightly gripped Demiurge's shoulders and slid his hands downward over his upper arms, then yanked them back until he was up on his knees, and his hands are pinned behind him.

The larger Devil's breath was hot on his nape. His tongue flicked out, once, twice, and Demiurge shivered and groaned again.

"How I'm going to make you scream for me…" He hissed menacingly.

Demiurge growled and tried to shift away, but Malphas gave him a threatening snarl and nipped him just below his earlobe. His tail corkscrewed around his brother's, ensuring he cannot escape; the final gesture of dominance before mounting began.

"Submit." Malphas rumbled low like distant thunder in his ear, but loud enough for their spectating Lord to hear.

Demiurge glanced back at him, catching a blurry glimpse of Lord Ainz watching him. He blushed prettily, his lips parting in small gasps. He let out a low whimper and his ears flattened as low as they could go, telling his mate he was ready to surrender. Malphas responded with a guttural growl, and released his hands.

Demiurge obeyed and submitted, dropping his chest to the ground, arching his back to present himself to his Alpha, exactly like a bitch in heat.

"Ruin me, Malphas." He whined submissively, his thighs trembling. The Elder Lich watched him with glowing fires.

"You want to be my little fuck-toy, don't you brother?" Malphas said with a rumble and climbed over Demiurge, caging him with his limbs. He wrapped his strong, carved arms around the smaller demon and licked at his nape, mouthing along the junctures of his shoulders and behind his ears. Demiurge began purring receptively, helpless to stop it.

"It feels good to be dominated by me, doesn't it?" Malphas chuckled. "You want me to fuck you hard?"

Demiurge only whined in response when he felt his brother's fangs threatening to clamp on the back of his neck in a restraint bite.

Malphas retracted his talons and stroked Demiurge's hips gently, allowing his fingers to trail between the perfect globes of his ass with one hand, and his other flipped his tail over his back to reveal his entrance. His hole was soft as silk, and gave readily under Malphas's thick finger. He prodded him lightly, watching the goosebumps erupt across Demiurge's back.

Demiurge grunted, his mouth opening in a gasp as he pushed in to the knuckle.

"Answer me, Demiurge!" The elder demon growled and harshly tugged his tail, earning a feline hiss.

Demiurge turned to snap his fangs at him aggressively and raked his claws into the floor.

Malphas brought his broad palm down on Demiurge's upturned ass with a resounding crack.

"Tell me, brother." Malphas snarled. "Or I'll stop right now.

"Yes! Dominate me!" Demiurge rocked his hips back, grinding his velvet ring against his dominant's shaft.

"Oh, little brother, I'm going to punish you for not slowing down as I asked," Malphas said with a laugh, slipping a second finger into him, tearing a broken moan from the smaller demon. "You were so eager to force me to come in front of our Master."

"Indeed," Demiurge gasped out. He could barely speak. The thick, flared head of Malphas's member was fully engorged now and dragging lazily under his testicles, tracing dripping paths along the crease of his thighs. "You're fun to tease."

It was making Demiurge's own cock throb and older demon withdrew his digits.

The swollen tip of Malphas's member dabbed lightly at the seams of Demiurge's entrance, smearing slick precum around the edge before sliding in the very tip to pump more ooze inside. The larger Devil chuckled as Demiurge yelped as he threatened to breach him but then withdrew.

"Yes, Malphas, punish me." Demiurge pushed himself up higher, offering his hole desperately. Malphas wrapped his arms around Demiurge's waist more tightly. The smaller demon squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered, his older brother was an considerable weight on his body, his large thighs straddling his own easily.

"Your submission is most enjoyable, brother." Malphas praised him.

"Yes," Demiurge whispered. "For you, Malphas, I'll always submit."

Malphas purred and mouthed the back of Demiurge's neck more forcibly.

Demiurge let out a low whine. Malphas wrapped his arms around Demiurge's hips and lifted them up to align with his own. The head of Malphas's cock, firm yet silken and dripping fluid all over Demiurge's thighs, probed gently at his opening again, easing in. Demiurge gasped loudly and moaned as it pushed into him. Malphas slid into him slowly, purposefully. The slick was viscous and coated his channel, making way for the impressive length.

Lord Ainz moaned as Demiurge arched his back and clawed at the ground in the same manner he had for him when he fucked him. It was beautiful to witness from a new angle.

Demiurge's breath hitched as Malphas's cock flexed inside him, aiding to work the thickened shaft fully sheathed, Malphas groaned deep in his throat.

"Hell, you're tight." Malphas murmured into the back of Demiurge's hair, and then began to thrust.

"Fuck! Malphas!" Demiurge choked out.

The noises Malphas made making were positively obscene, vicious animal grunts and hisses that compete only with Demiurge's ragged gasps.

Malphas adjusted his hips to mount Demiurge properly, completely covering the smaller male under him. He closed his fanged jaws around the back of Demiurge's neck, biting hard enough to break skin, gripping him tightly the way a lion would during mating. Demiurge moaned and his thighs spread further apart for the alpha Devil rutting him.

Malphas was fucking him in long strokes now, his ridged shaft stretching Demiurge's hole in and out while the blunt head kissed his prostate gently but firmly.

"Mmmm... Malphas!" Demiurge whined, "Harder!"

The dominant Devil pounded more ardently, growling ferally against his mate's nape as his tail thrashed wildly behind him.

Lord Ainz was on the edge; a pool of precum collected on the ground under his throbbing cock and hadn't touched himself at all. He could practically feel the pleasure coursing through the two rutting Devils as they fucked in the most primal manner, all for his carnal entertainment. He watched Demiurge's eyes roll back, his blush deepening as he keened his brother's name. The demon's cock heaved as he came bucking his hips back into Malphas's and crying out.

Malphas growled appreciatively at the obscene sound of his brother's semen spattering on the floor, rumbling against Demiurge's neck. He rocked in shorter strokes, pistoning his hips so they smacked hard against Demiurge's ass. Demiurge's mouth was hanging open as he continued to spurt as his prostate was mercilessly milked.

Shoving into him, Malphas's hips began to stutter and Demiurge felt the swell of Malphas's cock withdraw from his hole. His eyes widened in both panic and excitement, knowing this was about to get even more aggressive.

Malphas suddenly flipped him over onto his back and forced himself back in; a raw scream ripped from Demiurge's throat when Malphas rammed in hard enough to jar his teeth together. And it was instantly better, the angle, the force of it, the way he wrapped his hand around his neck and squeezed, owning him, the way he violently unleashed all that animal ferocity. He was a force of nature, a storm crashing into him, blocking out the light with the width of his shoulders.

Ainz was loving this view; He saw Malphas's shoulders and back flex as he mercilessly took his brother. He was a masterpiece of Alpha perfection, his back carved with heavy muscle and a lovely furrow along his spine that led to two faint dimples above his buttocks.

The larger Arch Devil slammed his length into his brother over and over until Demiurge was sobbing, writhing and bucking upwards to try to catch his rhythm, his feet scraping against the ground. Malphas grabbed his thighs, raising his brother's hips up to wrap them around his waist. Demiurge folded his legs around him as the dominant demon leaned down over him, claiming his lips in a brutal kiss, his tongue sieging his mouth.

"Oh, you like to get fucked like a little bitch in heat, don't you," he growled into his mouth, hips slamming punishingly into his until he saw stars. "Don't you?"

"Yes…" Demiurge choked as his grip tightened.

Demiurge felt himself seizing up and he arched back, lifting his thighs to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Scream for me, Demiurge." Malphas growled, his fangs bared as he violently fucked him.

The dominant Devil adopted a savage pace and mercilessly used his younger brother as his own fucktoy, ruthlessly abusing his tight passage. Malphas then sank his fangs into the curve between his neck and shoulder in a bruising bite, claiming him.

"Malphas! Fuck, MALPHAS!" Demiurge screamed as he was pulled under and away into that place, the place where the only thing that exists is Malphas's cock inside of him, his sapphire eyes boring into his, his serrated breath, and his bestial sounds and his heat and he let himself fall apart under his furious pounding.

The pain and pleasure made him come harder than before, spraying uncontrollably in long ropes. His channel clamped down over Malphas's member, and the Alpha Devil came with a guttural roar. The elder demon let out a series of panting grunts as his seed poured forth. Demiurge couldn't stop crying out, his throat raw as his brother's scalding semen filled him. His cock was huge, its weight in his pelvis pulling his hip bones and throbbing in time with the spurts of release. It was agony, sweet agony. Demiurge rolled his hips continuously, milking his shaft. The heat of it was breaking a sheen of sweat all over his body.

Malphas leaned down over his brother, mouthing at his ear and rumbling as he pumped more and more burning semen into the smaller demon. Demiurge was making high pitched whines in between long hitching sobs.

A long, low moan erupted from the onlooking Elder Lich as he came harder than he ever had in his life, his ivory hand pumping his length. He had never witnessed something so arousing.

Fuck, that was so hot.

He had no question about his sexuality now. He was definitely bisexual.

"Have...we... pleased you, Lord?" Malphas panted as he cast a glance back to the Overlord.

"Very much so. Beyond my expectations." Ainz praised them, and wished he could smile. "A remarkable performance."

Had Albedo been around, she certainly would have found a way to interfere. This never would have been possible if she were still alive. Lord Ainz almost felt guilty when the thought crossed his mind that he should have gotten rid of her a long time ago.

Almost.

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