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"Now who's promiscuous?" The succubus chides.

You only chuckle. Albedo laughs in return and silences you by taking your lower lip between her teeth and nipping.

With a whine, you squirm beneath her, slipping your tongue past her lips to siege her mouth. She tastes like dewdrops rolling over a rose's velvet petals. Sweet, floral and impossibly pure.

Of course, this is the siren's song of a succubus- to taste like salvation.

Moaning softly, Albedo pins your pelvis with her luscious hips against the pitted cobblestone wall. The pressure earns a shudder and gasp, and then you flip your position, rolling you both until her back is flat to the wall with your hands planted on either side of her head. The flush of her cheeks brightens, her eyes of molten gold glittering with exhilaration.

The succubus holds you captive in her gaze and you can only watch, spellbound, as she reaches back for the latch to the web of golden chains caging the mounds of her chest. Albedo unfastens it and it falls away with a metallic clink, then removes her collar. Next, she peels down the cuff securing her dress to her biceps and tugs it downward until one of her breasts tumbles free. Your breath clogs your throat, and the visceral throb between your legs only grows more urgent when she draws the second strap down, letting it fall. You can do nothing but stare- her breasts are perfect globes of creamy flesh, her rosy nipples peaking from exposure.

You mouth floods with desire, forcing you to swallow thickly, attention darting between her chest, the lush bow of her lips and leonine eyes. There is only a split second of hesitation before you pounce, and your heart skips a beat as you dare to fathom the repercussions for your actions should you be caught by him.

Grappling her hips, you pull her to you and bury your face in her breasts.

She shivers, her fingers slipping under the silken hem of your top to smooth over your abdomen. You seal your lips around one of her rosy buds, swirling your tongue around it before moving toward the supple flesh underneath. With a hungry moan, you sink your teeth into it, sucking a hard, livid bruise into the skin. Mewling, she arches in your embrace.

Gods, she is so fucking beautiful.

Demiurge never kisses you, nor has he ever held you afterwards- he makes a point to erect a brick wall between himself and emotional attachments. While the sex is mind-blowing, you are positively starving for intimacy.

But this comes as no surprise. If you were to slap a label on what you and Demiurge have, the simplest term would be "comrades with benefits", and it would seem as far as he is concerned, he owes you nothing.

So to see a stunning creature like her ache for you has you drunk with raw lust and smug satisfaction. All too rapidly, your concern for Demiurge dissipates.

On a breathy exhale, Albedo grabs your wrists and lifts your arms to skin your top up over your head, all the while herding you backwards. The succubus allows the article to fall to the foot of the bed with a whisper of silk and releases you to knead at your breasts, pulling a gasping moan from your lungs. You then lunge forward to bury your face in the crook of her neck, making her raven wings tremble, and she turns her head to the side as your tongue traces the graceful arch of her throat, down past her collarbone.

"Gods, you're gorgeous." You purr, then gently nip on her other breast, and with a squeal she collapses onto the emperor-sized mattress, allowing you to lead for the moment.

"As are you." She replies, groaning at the scorch of your breath across her decolletage. "I can only hope Lord Demiurge appreciates what a lovely creature you are."

Of course, she would know. You and the Devil were far from quiet when taking out your stress, frustration and demonic hormones on each other- you have to hand it to him; he knows exactly how to make you scream.

Her hands slide over your face in tender reverence before her delicate fingers then wind into your thick locks.

"I'm not so sure he does." You lament, leaning your cheek into the warm silk of the gloves encasing her palms. "But forget him."

"Oh, Gods below." She purrs as your fingertips slide down her curves to dive into the garment's gash at her hips and teasingly graze her folds.

Outside, footsteps echo down in the hallway.

"Shh," You stifle a giggle. "You know Shalltear cannot keep her mouth shut."

"Let her listen," Albedo challenges your caution. The footsteps convey curiosity- they grow closer, louder. "Maybe it will make Lord Ainz jealous when he hears of it."

The succubus is still saving her virginity for the Ruler of Nazarick, but she isn't above fooling around with you. When it became apparent that he was in no rush to create an heir to the throne, she sought comfort in your arms.

She justifies it to herself as "gaining experience" to please Lord Ainz when the time comes, and you are only too happy to oblige.

"Albedo..." Hooking a finger around the Venetian lace of her lingerie, you glide a digit through her dewy slit, relishing her rich moan.

She's already soaked for you. Ravenous, you curl your hands into her dress and tear it down her hips.

The footsteps pause outside of the entryway, and you halt, dropping your voice. "If Demiurge catches us in here because Shalltear tattles on us, he'll kill us both."

Demiurge has been rather cold to you lately, and while you try to chalk it up to the stress of carrying the weight of Nazarick on his deliciously broad shoulders, you still believe he's too intelligent to not realize how distancing himself has made you feel.

You promised yourself when this began between you that you wouldn't do this. That you wouldn't get attached to him.

But you did.

So, as petty payback for what you perceive to be the cold shoulder, you had the brilliant idea of fooling around in the Devil's bed so he would smell that he isn't the only one interested in having fun with you.

It's childish, you know. But if it gets his attention...

Albedo laughs. "I'm his supervisor. He wouldn't dare lay a hand on me."

"Then that still leaves me to take the brunt," You whisper with a roll of your eyes. "So, in the case that we are caught, I beseech thee to protect me from his unholy wrath."

Albedo chortles and then opens her mouth to reply when the door suddenly creaks open.

FUCK. In the heat of the moment, you had forgotten to lock it.

Your heart stops cold in your chest, and the succubus groans in irritation. Before you can scramble to cover yourself, the Seventh Floor Guardian crosses over the threshold.

"It is rude not to knock before entering, Demiurge." The succubus wastes no time in chiding him as though he had wandered into a lady's dressing room, rather than his own quarters.

Smooth, Albedo. Real smooth.

You both sit up on your knees, fully prepared to be asked to leave.

But to your surprise, Demiurge does not appear to be shocked in the least. As always, his poker face is impeccable.

The Devil quirks a brow at Albedo's scolding, far from impressed. "I cannot think of any reason that would warrant knocking when entering my own chambers. You cannot possibly blame me for your state of undress?"

As Demiurge pushes his spectacles up the bridge of his nose, you can feel his accusatory gaze zeroing in on you- he knows damned well you are the mastermind behind this little stunt. Defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest.

Demiurge steps forward, advancing with feline grace.

"I see you found a way to entertain yourself." His address is sharp and silver, a freshly sharpened blade. "In my very bed, no less?"

Rude. Okay, this IS your fault; you're the genius who thought banging your supervisor in his bed would be a good idea, but still...

Fuck that. You won't be shamed by him.

"Surprised?" You ask, mirroring his haughty expression by raising a brow. He draws closer, his crystalline eyes melting you to the bone. Feeling daring, you unfold your arms, exposing your pert breasts to his gaze. "Or perhaps... intimidated?"

He halts, his feet inches from the bed, and cups your chin between leather-clad fingers. Stone-faced, the tactician studies you, and his gaze flickers to Albedo, appraising the situation- or rather, the opportunity this presents. Warmth pools low into your belly. After a moment, his tongue curls over his fang, and his eyes snap back to yours.

"Hardly." Demiurge releases you and steps away. His iron-plated tail waves in the peculiar sway-flick that means the wheels in his head are turning. You see Albedo begin to open her mouth to say something, likely to try to tell him off, when he continues.

"You wish to fuck her?" The profane word sounds foreign on his intellectual tongue, but you'd be a liar if you said hearing him utter such a filthy curse didn't turn you on.

Before you can reply, Demiurge strides to the door of his quarters, and slides the deadbolt home, sealing the three of you in. The precise finality of the sound sends a hot, clenching ache into your womb.

With a weary sigh, he unfastens his tie and fluidly shrugs his vermilion pinstriped jacket down over the breadth of his shoulders to toss it over the back of the black leather settee across from the bed. He takes his time unbuttoning his cuffs and his shirt, as if he has just gotten home from a hard day at the office and there weren't two half-naked demonesses in his bed.

Deft fingers reach the last button, and then the Devil peels open his pristine white dress shirt, fearlessly baring his mouthwatering physique of immaculately carved muscle to your curious gazes.

Behind you, you hear Albedo 's lips part in a quiet gasp and it occurs to you that she has never seen this much of him- until now, you were the only woman who knew the extent of how marvelously sculpted he is.

"So, if you are still feeling so bold, then do so." Demiurge dares, nodding toward the succubus. "But seeing as to how these are my quarters, I'm going nowhere."

Your jaw falls open at his prurient provocation, and the warmth in your belly spills into your thighs.

The side of Demiurge's mouth then curls in that same unrepentant smirk that had dropped your panties faster than you could say Blue Balls of Baharuth. If you are being perfectly honest, that roguish smile is what sparked your attraction to him in the first place.

He cants his head, waiting, challenging you to follow through with what you had been doing, and judging by the look on his face, he doesn't believe you have the gall to do so.

Not in front of him, anyway.

'Oh, it's on.'

In fact, the idea of the Seventh Floor Guardian watching while you have your way with Albedo sends an electric thrill zinging through your spine. Your thighs squeeze together and you swallow thickly, glancing over your shoulder, seeking Albedo's approval. To your relief, she is rapt, her eyes shamelessly tracking him, devouring his statuesque beauty as he crosses the room and takes a seat on the black leather settee, making himself comfortable.

Demiurge may not be her true love, Lord Ainz, but not even she can deny that the Devil is terribly attractive.

Turning towards the succubus, you lick your lips.

Now it was Albedo's turn to pounce. Her hands spear through your hair, her luscious lips crushing into yours as you wrap your hands around the dramatic flare of her waist. From the sidelines of your vision, you see Demiurge watching, his gaze tracing the curves of your bodies with heated interest.

Whimpering into her mouth, you hurl yourself into the kiss and card your fingers through her raven hair before yanking her head back. With a growl, you sink your teeth into her throat in a firm bite and she releases a shuddering whine. The sound invigorates you, so you suckle at her flesh, feeling her pulse flutter against your tongue. You peel her panties down, and slide them from her shapely legs.

This more aggressive approach earns a groan of approval from the Devil.

Her eager fingers slide over your velvety thighs towards your apex, teasing over your slick folds. Your head falls forward, breathing in her scent of golden honey, lavender and freshly-fallen snow, and graze your teeth along her clavicle. Goosebumps erupt across her flesh beneath the sharp of your fangs.

Smirking, you drag your tongue up the elegant curve of her neck while you wriggle out of your panties and then reach for her chest. Too enamored with Albedo's breasts, you quickly lose track of what Demiurge is doing. Their heft and softness in your palms is intoxicating- as is her eager response to your touch; her gasps when you tease her nipples, pinching them lightly, making them throb.

Groaning into her bosom, you trail a marauding hand down to skate between her legs once more. Her breathing grows coarse, panicked as you use two fingers to part the slick folds of her cleft, and she moans when you begin tracing circles over her sensitive peak.

In that brief moment, you envy the Hell out of Demiurge. There is nothing you wouldn't do to possess his equipment right now, just so you can sink it straight into her wet, pulsing heat.

Something shifts in your peripheral, and you glance to the side. Demiurge was leaning back on the settee, stroking his thick, heavy erection through his pants. The demon's gaze is affixed on you, his gloved fingers tracing the impressive outline of the bulge, rolling his thumb over the crown of the tenting material.

Your mouth waters, raw lust raking through you. The desire to rile further him roars through your blood- you fall between her legs as they drape over the bed, and spread them wide. Teasing your fingers through the glossy sheen coating her petals, you contemplate gathering them on your tongue as you swipe a finger up through her flushed inner lips, marveling at how her sex is the perfect hybrid of fruit and flower. You lower your head and nip the inside of her thigh and she lets out a breathy cry, trembling while you suckle at the tender flesh. Humming in delight, you lavish the other side with the same treatment.

"Ah," She gasps, squirming. "Please!"

Lips curving in a devious smirk, you meet Demiurge's eyes. His fingers squeeze around himself, lips parting and throat bobbing with a thick swallow. A damp patch is rapidly forming on the front of his trousers.

Oh, he is loving this.

Breathless, you hold his gaze and brush your nose over Albedo's clit. She whimpers, writhing in desperation.

"Go on," Demiurge tempts like the Devil he is, dark and decadent. "Taste her."

Saliva soaks your palate. You obey, leaning downwards and sweeping your tongue through her folds, and her ebony wings fold over your shoulders in encouragement. Summoning the nectar of her body, you savor each drop as your tongue lazily strokes through the petals of her sex. Both her scent and taste are intangibly delicate yet so sinfully sweet, like the heart of a desert flower.

"Tell me... how does she taste?" Demiurge husks, and you moan against her, your lips curling into an indulgent smile.

"Exquisite." You reply, and glance up at him, and his eyes glitter down at you as he very deliberately licks his lips in response, then sinks a canine into his lower lip. "Like the finest of honey wine."

Tendrils of desire curl through your womb, and you whine at the bereft ache of clenching around nothing. Your eyes are drawn to his cock, still trapped and straining within the confines of his trousers.

Gods, you want him inside you.

Demiurge's tongue slides down the curve of his fang, and you watch the claws of his free hand dig into the armrest. He then slowly unfastens his belt and tugs his zipper down, his eyes never leaving yours. His agonized member springs free, and the strokes of your tongue grow heavy from the sight of the swollen length that he takes in hand, the head flushed ruby and gleaming with precome.

It's everything you can do to remain focused on your task, as you are mesmerized by the way he languidly strokes himself.

Albedo takes notice of your distraction and brushes the damp strands of hair from your forehead, searching your face with hooded, sultry eyes.

"Look," You whisper, nodding in the Devil's direction.

It was unexpected, the arousal you feel when Albedo turns her gaze onto Demiurge; how her eyes widen, the nature of her fascination so innocent, yet so hungry.

The Seventh Floor Guardian groans as opulent arousal streams from his engorged head, rolling most enticingly down his shaft.

"Do you like what you see?" You ask her in a low husk, and then latch your lips on to her pearl to suck deeply. Albedo nods tightly with a staggered gasp and her back bows off the bed with a wild flare of her wings, her primary feathers fanning like dark fingers spreading wide.

"I can smell how wet you are for me..." Demiurge's voice sizzles as his eyes burn into yours, and he pulls himself up from the settee to stroll towards you. His gloved hand cradles the back of your head. "You never could stand to watch for too long."

With the weight of your own self-imposed vulnerability crashing over you, a single word, as saturated with desperation as your lower lips are, tumbles from you mouth.

"Please."

His cock gleams and drips like a loaded honey dipper, so mouth-wateringly irresistible. As though trained to do so at his command, your lips part in eager compliance and the sculpted bell of his cockhead slides in over your tongue. You close your lips around his length to give him a firm suck, moaning around him and breathing in his intoxicating scent of dark spice scorched with the tang of wildfire and cloves.

"That's a good girl." He purrs throatily as his head tips back with a breathy exhale.

Demiurge then slides his free hand down your bicep to gently guide your left arm back towards Albedo in a silent reminder to not neglect her. With a sinuous roll of his hips, he sinks further down your throat as you simultaneously dip your fingers into the succubus' welcoming heat with a wet squelch. She arches with a rich moan as you curl your digits up into her, and you feel the velvety feathers of her wings tickle over your shoulder blades, making you shiver at their dove-like softness.

The velvety vice of her sheath clenches around your fingers, and you groan into the Devil's groin, making him buck his hips in response. Eyes shuttering closed, you slide your mouth up and down the thickness of his shaft as you lull yourself into a meditative state of giving. Your pulse drums deafeningly in your ears and you are nearly dizzy and breathless with the illicit thrill of having both him and Albedo at the same time. It's easily the most deviant thing you've ever partaken in.

The head of the Devil's shaft bumps the back of your esophagus, and you swallow around him as he fists your hair with a hiss.

Drawing back for air, you nurse at his tip. The texture of his bulbous head is so inviting, so plush and tender. You delve your tongue into his slit, and your efforts are rewarded with a gasp and a thick welling of precome.

"Let's see if you're ready to take me..." The hand on your head smooths down your nape, trailing over your spine before finally slipping between your legs. His long, gloved fingers teasingly swirl over your entrance before pressing inward with a lewd, juicy sound. He pumps in and out of your slick, pink flesh, then withdraws to hold his verdict in front of you- the black leather of his gloves has emerged shiny and saturated.

"Oh, yes... you're utterly soaked." His molten purr has you trembling in anticipation and you hum around his pulsing girth. Demiurge slips his shaft free from your eager mouth, and is silent as he circles around you to kneel upon the bed.

You take the opportunity to lean over Albedo and slip your hand behind her head and lift her face to yours, molding your lips to hers. Her tongue is curious and parts the seam of your mouth to sweep over your own, and the moan she lets out is so obscene you feel a fresh surge of slick trickle from between your thighs.

Fuck, she's so devastatingly sexy.

"See how exquisite you both taste?" You murmur, and she robs you of your breath when she greedily sucks on your tongue, shamelessly glutting on the intoxicating concoction of his masculine musk and her own nectarous sweetness.

The gleaming, silvery sweep of Demiurge's tail wagging in your peripheral calls your attention, and a glance back shows his tongue sweeping over his fangs and his gaze smoldering with captivation and desire, no longer able to rein in his thirst.

The Devil's hands are hot steel on the rounds of your hips, and you whimper in agonized trepidation into Albedo's mouth before breaking away from the succubus, panting softly as he pushes your thighs open. The chill of the cold iron plates of his tail make you jolt when they skate around your abdomen, binding you to him, your back to the hot wall of his chest.

"Now," The archfiend yanks your head back with delicious force to bring his lips to your ear, his breath a lick of flame. "I want you to make her come as I take you."

You could have gushed from how he breathed those words alone, and nod in response. "On all fours." He commands, and his tail slithers away like a python of polished platinum, allowing you to fall forward.

Your lips unseal as you await to be breached, and he gives a firm push as your body bows down in utter supplication, settling with your breasts pressed against the mattress, hands alongside your head, hips up in the air. You feel supple leather tracing the path of your spine as he aligns himself.

His cock's first teasing dip into your pool of heat is like a kiss from a spear of fire. Demiurge shudders above you, and you whine as he presses in a little further, submerging almost to the rim of his head, dallying as he relishes the thread of breathless tension pulled taut between you. The demon then rocks his hips forward in a steady thrust, burying himself nearly halfway and earning a sharp cry of ecstasy. Your mind staggers at the at the exquisite stretch of his girth and you arch beneath him with spine melting arousal as your eyes meet Albedo's.

She's blushing so prettily, her lips parting in broken gasps, her ebony hair spilling over his crimson pillows. You realize then that this is likely the most visceral thing she has ever witnessed.

Deep in the warm cradle of your body, the demon throbs with a heated groan. You feel claws wind into your hair, and then he urges your face further down towards the succubus' wet heat. His unspoken command is understood, and your tongue traces lazy circles over her throbbing peak.

Upon your taste buds a fresh wave of ambrosial tang blooms, floral and sweet. With a soft, plaintive cry, Albedo arcs her hips up in encouragement.

Demiurge withdraws nearly every inch of himself on a heavy slide, until you feel the ridge of his head threaten to emerge... then he whips his hips forward in a possessive plunge, crushing a choked moan from your lungs and your channel quivers around his spear of flesh lodged like a knife within you.

Your eyes flutter, blinking up at Albedo dazedly. The pillar between your legs is hot, so hot with the friction of his strokes, and you arch and writhe on him like a worm impaled on a hook.

"Does it feel good?" Albedo coos, sweetly stroking your hair.

"So good... so hot and thick..." Sliding two fingers knuckle-deep into Albedo's slit, you pump in tandem with the demon's movements, and watch her brows furrow at the delectable sensation of penetration. Your digits slip with ease through the flood of moisture you've coaxed from her body, and her head tilts up, eyes shining like burnished brass as she stares down at you.

Silky gloves cradle your face and you can feel the primal urgency thrumming like an electrical current beneath her porcelain skin.

Albedo's hands roam into your hairline to curl into your locks, tugging lightly as you return to suckling on her pearl and massaging her silken walls from the inside, and all the while she exalts your name with short, breathy cries.

The pleasure is blinding as Demiurge pumps steadily into you, growling low in his throat like the predator he is, the visceral sounds dismantling your mind, piece by piece. Coinciding with each wet thrust are your full-throated moans that echo rhythmically through his vast chambers.

Feverish hands trail over your rib cage and brush over your breast, the broad center of his palm circling, teasing over your nipple. You gasp sharply through your nose as he then toys with the taut bud between his fingers with exceptional skill, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you struggle to focus on your task.

In and out you stroke with your mouth sealed over her clit, besieging her with the overwhelming pleasure of being simultaneously sucked and fucked, causing gooseflesh to break out all over her skin.

Albedo's wings eclipse you in shadow as her cries pitch higher, and you can feel her walls tighten around your digits as she threatens to unravel.

"That's it," The Devil leans forward to nip at your earlobe. "make her come all over your tongue." Demiurge's masculine groan goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself grow impossibly wetter which allows him to slide deeper into your slick channel.

You withdraw your digits and grip her hips firmly before spearing your tongue deep into her virgin sheath, parting her trembling muscles insistently. Your lips seal over her sex as her delicate tissues quiver around your delving tongue, and Albedo's cries rise in pitch as you use your thumb to trace circles over her throbbing peak. With a hungry groan, you begin to thrust, your tongue piercing her in a blatant mimicry of sex. Albedo's hands wind through your hair, tugging firmly with growing desperation, bidding you to take more.

"Yes, yes! Please!" She pleads with growing desperation, her core tightening like a vice before breaking all at once. The succubus' channel sucks at your tongue with fluttering little pulses, drenching your lips with nectarous release and she cries out your name with a choked sob.

Slowly, you rein her in with soft strokes and she shudders around you, her grasp on your hair tightening as her wings fan out in majestic sweeps of night sky. You lap away at the honey spilling from her core, and she urges you on with breathy whimpers, riding out her high. Only when Albedo becomes too sensitive and jerks in response to your touch do you relent, satisfied.

"Mmm, that's my good girl," The Devil lavishes you with praise as Albedo's aftershocks dissipate, and he hooks two digits into your mouth. "Such a delightfully skilled tongue you possess."

You curl your tongue around his claws and suckle with shameless enthusiasm, and he lets out a hot, shuddering exhale before tracing the shell of your ear.

This is when Demiurge begins to give you his all, the talons of his left hand anchoring into your hips as he carves a place in the shape of him. Your body yields, molding to fit flawlessly around his shaft and your fingers dig into the sheets, bracing for his onslaught.

You glance back at him to watch the demon thrust harder, fangs bared in a vicious grin as he grinds the head of his cock into the deepest part of you.

He knows how you like it- hard, possessive, borderline violent.

Your breath comes in short, quick pants, your mind steeped in salacious bliss as Demiurge curves over your back to bite savagely into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, bruising your flesh with long, languid sucks.

"Oh, fuck yes..." It makes your eyes roll back in your head, knowing you'll wear his marks for days, that you'll carry his and the succubus' scent back to your room and rub it all over your pillows so you can breathe them in when you inevitably get off to this again later.

And as if that isn't enough, Albedo raises up on her elbows to reach for your breasts as Demiurge pounds into you without a shred of mercy, his hips crashing into your rear.

Inside of you, a fever burns, molten and glorious. Arousal drips from where you are joined like tears, as the demon impales you on him over and over.

"Mmm... I can feel you tightening." The demon rumbles with pleasure, velvet and black. "Come for me."

With a gasping moan through his fingers, you feel yourself clench around his shaft as his testicles slap heavily against you. His penetration is fierce, precise and delivered with a flash of fangs while Albedo's hands lovingly stroke the silky-soft skin of your areolas, her thumbs rolling over your nipples, sending sparks of ecstasy through your veins. Demiurge withdraws his digits, and his hand slides down your chin to cradle the column of your throat as the smooth planes of his chest brush over your shoulder blades with his movements.

Sandwiched between the two Guardians, the demons' worship sculpts your pleasure into something exquisite, which then shatters with a final, well-aimed stroke into your core.

Your back bows with feline grace under Demiurge's hand as you toss back your head and both the Devil's and sucuubus' names tear free from your throat on a broken sob, your spine melting into torrents of bliss as your channel clamps down to milk his cock. Intense shudders render you practically boneless, and your limbs shake with the effort of maintaining an upright position. Demiurge slows his pace, savoring your unraveling...

And then you feel his testes tightening against your ass and the ripple up his shaft the instant before he erupts.

The Devil then lunges with a fierce snarl, burying himself to the hilt as the first forceful gush of his release urges him to sink into your silken core as deeply as possible. Stars burst behind your eyelids as Albedo pinches your nipples while Demiurge fountains within you, and your sheath continues to draw heavily at his throbbing length, imploring him for all that he has to give.

And oh, does he give you so very much of him. Demiurge pumps wave after wave of thick, milky warmth into you, long after your body has reached its capacity to receive more. His seed leaks from your overly-saturated sheath, which he lazily stirs with each stroke of his member as he milks his climax for all it's worth.

Your head drops as you pant raggedly, whimpering with each breath, awash in the shameless decadence of it all. Absently, your eyes drift into hazy focus to glance under you and watch your and the demon's combined release steadily drip from between your knees, forming a creamy little puddle.

"Holy Hell..." You shakily gasp, still trembling. "That... that was..."

"Amazing." Albedo says dreamily, her wings folding around your shoulders once more.

"Indeed." Demiurge agrees and then slowly disengages, leaving you bereft and empty. But he then lowers his face to your ear and whispers, "You were incredible. I do hope to catch you here in my quarters unexpectedly more often."

It makes your heart bloom with a golden glow as you are tucked beneath his warm weight and wrapped in the downy softness of Albedo's wings.

A sudden knock has you all snapping your heads towards the door.

"So, Albedo, if you are sleeping with her and Demiurge, does that mean I get Lord Ainz all to myself?" Shalltear's voice needles at the succubus.