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"What did he do to you? Feed you to a wolf?" Tuare asked, her wide eyes roaming over Lillith's mark-riddled body, sincerely shocked by the finger-shaped bruises on her throat, the deep bite on her collar bone, and scratches on the back of her neck, arms and hips.

After returning to Nazarick with a fresh supply of scrolls for Lord Ainz, Lillith immediately cashed in on her reward and brought Tuare with her to enjoy a little time to themselves catching up in the hot spring baths.

Lillith knew how horrific she looked; like she had been mauled by a mountain lion. But all things considered, her Master could do so much worse to her. And yet he hadn't.

"You would think." She responded, sighing and slipping further into the soothingly scorching water with a relaxed groan.

Lillith had never felt anything so exquisite on her tired, aching muscles. It wasn't just better than a hot shower, it was absolute bliss!

"Sebas said Demiurge took you to the ranch. How bad was it?"

"Hard manual labor. Scraping dozens of hides a day. But that wasn't the worst part. It-it was so weird...I was having nightmares and I swear there was something really off about that place. I would say it was haunted or something, even at the risk of sounding insane."

"I wouldn't doubt it. Where Demiurge goes, death always follows. He does some really cruel and twisted things, and from what I've heard, he also experiments on humans." Tuare said. "It's why I worry so much about you."

"He was definitely experimenting on sheep at the ranch, he told me that much. Crossbreeding them with other animals and such." Lillith confirmed.

Tuare shivered. "Poor creatures."

"I know, I felt sorry for them." Lillith agreed. "I think I was having guilt-related nightmares about it. But on the bright side, Demiurge was happy with my work, so he didn't really get too mad at me for anything while I was there...even though the marks say otherwise."

Tuare nodded and her tongue curled as if to speak, and then she hesitated before continuing.

"Feel free to not answer this question, but I only ask out of concern; what does he do to you?"

Lillith bit her lip and cast her eyes downward. She wasn't really sure how to answer that question.

"Does he...you know?" Tuare probed cautiously.

Lillith knew she was asking if he raped her, but the truth was that it wasn't really rape. She had never said no, she never tried to stop him, and as terrifying as the Arch Devil was, she didn't completely dislike what he did. In fact, she enjoyed the majority of it.

She knew it was fucked up. She knew.

"No...he...he makes me feel all sorts of things, at the same time. It's too complicated for words, and that is putting it simply. He scares the Hell out of me, but...it's not...not like how it was at the brothel. I always thought he was attractive, so when he approached me, I didn't fight him. It's like living with a tiger. I know he is dangerous and unpredictable, and sometimes he threatens me within an inch of my life, but..." There was no explaining it properly, but she tried. "He's actually less cruel than the clients were, and while he still uses me, he at least shares the pleasure that he takes, even if it is only for his own benefit in the end. No one has ever done that for me before."

What she really wanted to say was that Demiurge was a storm of rage, hate, and lust and screwed her brains out like a goddamn psychopath and as terrifying as it was, it was actually enjoyable compared to what the clients at the brothel put her through.

Lillith likened her life in the brothel to her life as it was now as waterboarding versus a downpour of rain.

'If you have ever been through a waterboarding multiple times a day for several years in a row, and knew just how terrifying and excruciating it was, you would know your nose and lungs are being flooded with just as much water as your brain is with panic. It is slow motion suffocation with enough time to contemplate the inevitability of blacking out and death. You often stayed conscious during, but after the first time you hoped like Hell you wouldn't, because what was even worse is the fucking dread, the anticipation of knowing it would only be an hour at most before the next stranger walked into the room to hold you down and see just far they could take your torture before you finally drowned...

If you were lucky, you would pass out for a while, but only to wake up suffocating and sputtering water all over again, wishing you had just fucking died.

And then you had to deal with the aftermath and horror of realizing how close you were to dying when it finally ended... If you did anything that made you short of breath you would find yourself clawing at the air with a horrible sensation of being smothered and claustrophobia, even if it is just waking up with your own hair over your face.

After that living nightmare, walking through a downpour of rain a few times a week seemed so very pleasant in comparison. The only real risk of drowning was when you chose to look up and open your mouth. So keep your head down, your mouth shut and continue walking forward and you should make it out alive, no problem.

You would actually begin to appreciate the lesser of two evils, and would immediately trade one for the other, thoroughly grateful that was all you had to deal with. You may even learn to like it.'

_ "You will learn to like it. Be a good pet, and things will go far more smoothly." _

And she was.

She really was learning to like it.

"I don't know how he keeps me coming back, or why, but I always want more. It's like the drug they used to give us to take at the brothel. We knew it was bad for us, but it made our situation more tolerable, and then we got to where we looked forward to it, enjoyed it, but then it became like a daily need...I think I'm addicted to him somehow."

Tuare looked perplexed, but she didn't push the issue further. If Lillith knew what it was like to be serving under someone like Sebas, who wasn't cruel and controlling, she would probably think much differently of her situation. But she never had that option as Demiurge laid claim to her almost immediately. As a master of manipulation, her friend never stood a chance against the Arch Devil. He was an expert on psychological warfare and could worm his way inside of anyone's mind and easily influence their decisions and eventually take control.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence while she absorbed the bizarre explanation and tried to make sense of what Lillith just told her.

"I've learned to tolerate, often even enjoy it," Lillith's voice dropped to the barest of whispers. "but I know if I fight him, I won't survive."

Tuare swallowed audibly. The full gravity of her situation was heart-wrenching. Lillith was doing what she had to in order to stay alive in the hands of a merciless demon.

"I'm just lucky he's not ugly and fat as shit like that last chucklefuck who beat the Hell out of us both." She whispered...and then snorted with a laugh, and Tuare couldn't help but giggle.

'Chucklefuck.'

"For once in my life, I don't hate it. He's easy on the eyes, and actually skilled. It could be so much worse." Lillith reasoned.

Tuare didn't argue, knowing this was how she had to rationalize it, so she wouldn't break. She needed this.

"That's fair." Tuare agreed.

This was for her sanity.

"Has Sebas asked?" Lillith inquired.

"All the time. Though I never know what to say. He has to know when I'm lying, and definitely knows we are hiding something." Tuare pursed her lips. "He cares, you know?"

"I know, but he wouldn't understand. I don't think anyone really would." Lillith concluded with a sigh.

'Something has to be wrong with me. No sane person would actually enjoy this. So why do I?'

"Even if I don't understand, you know you can always talk to me, and I will listen." Tuare said with a smile, trying to make her feel less uncomfortable.

"I know, and I appreciate you being here for me." Lillith honestly couldn't ask for a less judgmental friend. No one had ever been so kind to her. Sebas was the only other one who had shown her any empathy, but she knew he would never understand and would completely misread the situation. She hated having to be dishonest with the Butler and avoiding him like the plague.

"Then I do have to ask...what is it like? I know he isn't human." Tuare's curiosity got the better of her. "Does he even have a...you know?"

"You're right, he's not human. It definitely shows in all kinds of ways, but he does have one, and holy shit, does he know how to use it." Lillith laughed. "Do you remember Lacey talking about what it was like with her boyfriend before she was enslaved? I thought she was exaggerating, but she wasn't in the least."

"Details, details!" Tuare demanded, laughing gleefully.

"As you can already see, he's a biter. And an expert with his hands. He's found places I didn't even know existed. Like actually knows my body even better than I do."

"Oh, and he also has WINGS!" Lillith added.

Tuare's eyes widened.

"WHAT? I know he has a tail, but where does...HOW, does he hide that?" She asked, genuinely amazed.

Lillith shrugged. She had no answer.

"I can tell by looking he isn't gentle, that's for sure." Tare said, eyeing the bite mark on her collar bone.

"True. But it's so enthralling. He's so aggressive; so...dominating, but he never fails to gives more pleasure than pain."

"I guess for an Arch Devil, that makes sense." Tuare said.

And they left it at that. They went on to a different subject, and continued their visit and soak in the spring. Lillith was genuinely happy to be back in the Great Tomb of Nazarick where her surroundings and faces were more familiar. The ranch had been so lonely and...well, freaky, and she looked forward to sleeping in her own bed tonight.

---

Meanwhile, Sebas used distant vision to check in on Tuare when she was late to return to her quarters and was morbidly stunned to see the extensive marks Demiurge left on Lillith. It was all too obvious what he had done, and while he heavily suspected the demon would do this to her, the butler was even more disturbed by the conversation he heard between the two women. How could this poor naive human know she was a mere plaything for the Arch Devil, and worse, accept it? He had to be threatening her, or controlling her with a spell, or forcing her into it in one way or another. No doubt the psychological damage she suffered in the brothel had taken its toll in the worst possible way, resulting in a never-ending cycle of mental and sexual abuse.

Whatever her reasoning was to justify it, it still wasn't right.

He knew she may not see it that way, but he could at least confront or punish Demiurge somehow. Sebas decided Lord Ainz should not be bothered with something like this. No, the Butler knew it would only complicate things for Lillith to involve the Supreme One (who in the first place had handed her over to the Devil).

Sebas would handle this himself.

The Butler walked to the 7th floor as calmly as possible, but beneath his veil of composure, there was a black storm of fury brewing. He knocked on the door to Demiurge's personal chambers.

"You may enter." He heard from the other side.

Sebas opened the door, and Demiurge was at his desk, putting the finishing touch on a few scrolls and drinking tea.

"What have you done to her?" Sebas didn't beat around the bush; he got right to the point.

The Arch Devil's face sharpened as he smirked evilly. Sebas's fist clenched, his knuckles cracking audibly.

"Nothing she did not ask for. You obviously overheard the same conversation I did." Demiurge shrugged him off and sipped his cup of tea casually.

Sebas struggled to maintain his resolve, his wrath boiling just beneath the surface as the demon just admitted he too was not only watching Lillith, but Tuare also.

Demiurge could easily read him like a book and tell what he was thinking. He pulled a cigarette out of his breast pocket and lit it with a small flame he conjured from the tip of his pointer claw.

"Don't concern yourself, Sebas. I have no interest in your pet whatsoever." He muttered as he took a long drag. "She's no where near subservient enough for my taste." The Arch Devil assured him and was tempted to add that her ass was too flat for his liking as well, but he thought of something even more scathing.

The Butler bristled, his eyes flashing red. Tuare wasn't his 'pet'. She was a victim he rescued, and just like Lillith, an individual, a person with thoughts and feelings. But as far as the demon was concerned, humans are mere playthings. While he would agree that they have emotions, he believed that they are inferior beings and perfectly designed for subservience.

"You do know we Arch Devil's possess senses that allow us to detect hormones and pheromones? What do you think I pick up on when I am near you and Tuare?" Demiurge insinuated with an arrogant grin.

Sebas said nothing; he knew what he was implying, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of a response. So Demiurge answered for him.

"I smell the desire emanating from you and her. Did you think I really could not tell that she had kissed you that day?"

Sebas glared frigidly at the demon.

"She cares for you, deeply enough to want you to do to her what I do to my pet. She has cravings, Sebas...dark, delicious cravings. Just as Lillith does. But you are far too righteous to fulfill them for her, aren't you? How do you think that makes her feel, to hear of the things Lillith and I do, but to know you will never lay a hand on her?" He chastised him, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I'm sure that affects her self-esteem at some level, wouldn't you agree?"

Demiurge sensed the boiling anger emanating from him and stood, his weapon of a tail swaying at the ready. He knew he struck a nerve.

"And just as I thought, it doesn't matter. Because this is about Lillith, isn't it? You can't possibly be foolish enough to think I raped her after what you heard." Demiurge closed his eyes, and took another drag.

Sebas, again, was silent as his fury about to boil over.

"I suppose you have come to righteously punish the monster who defiled her?" The demon said with a theatrical flair, placing his hand on his chest. "So think hard for a moment, Sebas, and ask yourself: Are you angry because of what _ I have done_, or because she thoroughly enjoys being violated by me?" The demon taunted him, and knew all the right buttons to press. The demon's grin stretched, smoke seeping through his fangs, his gaze darkening.

"I would stop while you are ahead, Demiurge." Sebas's voice was tight with barely restrained rage.

"I was positive it was my fucking birthday when you so kindly landed such a fun toy right into in my lap." He added, knowing it would be the straw that broke the camel's back. "She's exceptional on her knees and even better on all fours. You should have heard her scream for me."

And with that, Sebas indeed snapped, and he rushed the Arch Devil. But Demiurge was prepared and quicker than he was. He caught his fist as it was mere inches from his face, his talons digging into his wrist. The Butler struck with his other, and the demon narrowly dodged it, and his tail coiled around his leg and yanked, pulling him off balance. Sebas stumbled but was back on his feet instantly. With an audible explosion the Arch Devil erupted in Hellfire, burning brightly like a funeral pyre and the Butler took a step back as the heat radiating from the flames stung his eyes. As formidable an opponent as he was, he had no resistance to fire.

"You won't win, Sebas. And even if you could, how would our Lord react when he hears that you were trying to control what I do with the human he so graciously granted to me?" Demiurge growled, moving closer towards him. "Do you think he might send her away? Maybe even Tuare too, just to ensure there are no further issues? It would be a shame if they both were recognized and ended up right back where you found them."

The Butler measured his words, and damn it all, the demon was right.

If internal conflict were to arise between the Guardians from the humans he brought home, the simplest solution would be to simply get rid of them.

Sebas did not think this through at all, he reacted purely on emotion in this situation and foolishly barged in completely unprepared to take the Commander of Defenses on.

"But if you are really so eager to seek justice, I will allow you to take me to the dungeon for one night." Demiurge strangely offered, and with a breath his Hellfire Mantle died out.

Sebas looked at him incredulously. One night couldn't even begin to atone for a single scratch he marred the girl with. What was he playing at?

"You can put me in chains, and I will not message Lord Ainz or ask the other Guardians for assistance. However...if my servant comes looking for me, you will give her the key, and she is to decide if I should go free. I will say nothing that might influence her decision to let me out. In fact, I'll even try to dissuade her. But should she choose to release me, you will leave this alone. If she chooses to leave me bound, you will allow Lord Ainz to determine how to proceed. It will ultimately be Lillith's choice."

While he didn't like going along with anything Demiurge suggested, Sebas begrudgingly agreed this was actually a fair plan, and more than likely the only punishment the demon would receive for what he had done. No one within power in Nazarick but him truly cared what happened to the human.

The Butler could only hope that the human was not completely under her Master's sway and would see this as one of the only two ways out of his clutches.

The other path out of the Arch Devil's servitude was death.

"Then so be it." Sebas relented.

---

Lillith had not seen hide nor hair of her master all day. While this was not unusual to go extended periods of time without seeing him at the ranch, here in Nazarick she would cross paths with him in the halls of the Great Tomb daily, often twice or more. She went about her day performing her duties as usual, and even dropped by his quarters to see if he required a refill on his afternoon tea, but he was absent.

Assuming he must be busy, she decided to check back later. She finished washing the baseboards and mopping the dining hall before polishing Lord Ainz's throne. By that evening the lack of his presence was starting to make her uneasy.

What if he needed something and she didn't know where he was in order to provide it?

He would be pissed.

She checked his personal chambers again, and his room was once again empty, and the cup of tea that she had brought him that afternoon was still on his desk and half full, cold and untouched. She wandered the hall of the 7th floor, and he was not in his crafting room or anywhere else to be seen. She even asked Pestonya to check the throne room and she reported that he was not there. She was growing more and more concerned; something wasn't right. She returned to the kitchen, and found Tuare, mixing batter into a ceramic bowl.

"Have you seen Lord Demiurge anywhere?" She asked. "I can't find him. If I don't bring him his dinner in the next half hour, he'll hang my head on the wall."

Tuare wouldn't look at her, and froze mid-stir. Lillith immediately knew something was wrong. Anxiety clawed its way up from her chest and into her throat.

"I haven't, but...Sebas knows." Tuare said quietly.

Lillith's heart dropped into her stomach with a cold chill, and a gasp of shock was sucked into her lungs. Tuare reluctantly turned to face her, and looked her in the eye so she knew she was being truthful.

"I'm so, so sorry...I swear I never told him anything, but he told me to give you this if you came looking for Lord Demiurge." She pulled a silver skeleton key out of her apron pocket.

"W-where is..."

'Fuck, a key?' She had a flashback of the chained and locked basement door at the ranch and already knew she wouldn't like where this was going.

"...What does this open?" Lillith asked, drawing a sharp breath and nervously licking her lips after finally finding her tongue again.

"A cell in the dungeon. Sebas locked him in." With those words panic gripped her throat with icy fingers.

As soon as he was free, the demon was going to rip her apart. If he didn't blame Tuare, he would no doubt think she herself had told the Butler everything.

'Holy filet of FUCK...'

She fought to steady her serrated breath and racing heart, tried to convince herself the room wasn't closing in on her as she was on the edge of a panic attack.

Lillith knew she would be uncaging an enraged beast.

She shakily took the key from her hand.

"Be careful!" Tuare cautioned as Lillith left the kitchen without another word.

'Nice knowing you, Tuare. The next time you see me, I'll be another dark stain on the floor.'

She caught Pestonya in the hall and asked for directions to the dungeon.

---

Lillith was extremely anxious, and truly hoped Sebas would not be there when she found her master. She couldn't bear to face the Butler now that he knew what he knew; that while she was doing what she must to survive, there was a darker part of her that secretly enjoyed his dominating sexual hostility.

'There has to be something horribly wrong with me.'

She descended the dark stairway of the lower levels of the tomb, and the stone wall she guided her hand down grew colder and damp. The stairway twisted in an endless spiral, and finally she reached the bottom step.

Lillith took a few minutes to steel her nerves before walking into what could very well be her death, giving herself precious time to regulate her shallow breaths. She knew if her heart was slamming into her ribs loudly enough for her to hear in her own ears, her inhuman Master could probably hear it too.

The medieval-style dungeon was dimly lit by multiple by torches along the walls, and several cells with thick steel bars lined both sides of the room. She gave her eyes a moment to adjust before she walked cautiously down the aisle between the prisoner's cells and found Lord Demiurge in the last one on the right. He was completely bound in heavy steel chains, manacles donning his wrists and ankles, his arms cuffed behind his back and even his tail was restrained; all was secured to a wooden chair.

'There's no way he's not going to tear my head off as soon as he is free. How the Hell can I safely do this?'

He was silent as she approached the cell, his shoulders slumped, his head hanging down low so she couldn't see his face. She timidly slipped the key in and unlocked the door, her hand shaking. As it clicked and it creaked open he slowly lifted his head. She didn't speak, as she was at a total loss for words.

Lillith wanted to profusely apologize, but was afraid to implicate herself because neither her nor Tuare knew how Sebas found out.

The Arch Devil, on the other hand tried not to smile; his servant was ever obedient and he just had won against the Butler. This victory was almost too easy, he had her so well trained. She cautiously approached him, and slowly reached for the large padlock behind his back that secured all of the chains together in one binding point.

Lillith looked down at him, and the thought of tormenting him by molesting his wings while he was helplessly tied down flitted through her mind. And what would stop her, with her master bound in chains?

She paused.

It was so very tempting. Especially now that she had a taste of that intoxicating power.

He was in an ultimately compromising position, his sleek body deftly chained the chair; she may never get a more grand opportunity to take full advantage of it again.

Demiurge would undoubtedly already be furious when she released him, so why not? Maybe if she wore him out a little it would at least take the edge off his rage. If there was one thing that seemed to mellow him out, it was sex. He could be all fangs and fury one minute and then after he screwed her brains out or fucked her face he was mostly pacified. Or at least placid enough for her to narrowly escape the brunt of his rage.

After she had inadvertently discovered his wings at the ranch and took full advantage of this sensitivity, he was angry enough to try to strangle her for the second time, but once he came, he had calmed down significantly. While she endured a hateful glare and the silent treatment the whole carriage ride home, she did at least make it home in one piece...plus a new scar.

Her best bet to get out of this with all of her limbs intact was to get him off.

"Something tells me you are not so eager to release me." The Arch Devil said flatly as he noticed her hesitation.

Lillith again was silent, and said nothing, but what she did next spoke volumes.

She slowly, carefully traced her seemingly expert fingers up the fine fabric of his vermilion pin-striped suit, watching with piqued interest as his lungs expanded, and he looked up at her in disbelief that she would dare to delay his freedom for any reason. His brow furrowed with dark suspicion, but didn't move.

'What the Hell is she doing?'

Unsure how effectively steel chains could withhold his inhuman strength, she remained cautious, but wasted no time in trailing a finger around the clean white collar of his dress shirt, circling him like a shark as she moved behind him. The quick intake of breath told her he was all but comfortable in this position, especially when she ran her fingers down his back.

Still, other than his furrowed brow, his stone face not betrayed nothing.

For the first time she ignored her master, knowing she finally had the upper hand. She ghosted her fingers down his spine, in between his shoulder blades, and his tall, powerful form trembled under her touch. Now that it was clear that she intended to seize control of the situation, the demon strained against the steel bonds, and growled deep in his throat in warning.

Lillith jumped. To her surprise, the chains rattled in metallic racket, but held him fast. It seemed he was actually immobilized and effectively restrained. Her heart pounded hard. She knew this was insane beyond reason. He would definitely tear her a new one when this was over, if she lives, that is.

But if she pleased him, showed him how good it could be if he let her have control, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't.

"You are playing a gravely dangerous game, human." He snarled, his stone facade breaking. Demiurge's eyes flashed threateningly behind him at her, his lip curling up in a wolfish snarl, showing his ivory fangs.

"Am I?" She asked innocently.

She meant to think it, not say it; she regretted the words the instant they left her mouth.

'Shit. He's going to kick my ass for that remark alone.'

Lillith circled back to his front, her fingers' ministrations feather-light and slow as they worked their way up his abdomen, marveling at shallow dips and valleys of the taut muscle beneath the cloth, only pausing for the briefest moment at the chains that crossed his chest like a 'X'. She had never had the chance to really admire his lean but powerful body like this before, except from a safe distance. He was beautifully carved.

Carefully, she lifted her maid's skirt to daringly sit on his lap, her legs on either side of his while she planted her hands on his shoulders, smoothing both slowly downward. The demon inhaled sharply through his bared fangs as they stopped over his scapulas, his searing crystalline eyes never leaving hers. Anticipation raced through her bloodstream as his glacial gaze bored into her. She gently kneaded her fingers into the bone, and with a sound like canvas sails unfurling, his magnificent emerald wings burst out of his back. She smiled coyly at how quickly she had coaxed them out and Demiurge squirmed in his bonds.

She looked to his face, and the fury smoldering in the demon's eyes was genuinely frightening, his handsomely regal features etched harshly with anger. Lillith's heart hammered audibly in her ears, and the malevolence radiating from her Master like toxic radiation was giving her chills.

Her smile did not fade, though. She would change his expression soon enough. Lillith leaned further forward to reach for his wings, and he lunged at her with a feral snarl and gnashed his fangs at her face, as if to try rip her throat out. She toppled backwards ungracefully, falling hard on her ass to the ground. The Arch Devil's animalistic growl rumbled through the cell, rattling her bones. He was a wild animal backed into a corner; the lack of control had him borderline hysterical.

'He is seriously going to fuck you up later. You had better make it well worth it.' She told herself.

He seemed thoroughly enraged that she would dare to try to take advantage of his position, especially whilst he was restrained. She knew in his book, it must be bordering on unforgivable, maybe even blasphemous.

"This is your one chance to walk away from me. From the Hell that I have and I will put you through." He looked her directly in the eye, and his eyes of diamond mirrors never failed to startle her. "I will never let you go. If you choose to forego this opportunity, you are mine until the day you die." He hissed.

Lillith heard his words, but did truly weigh them.

Because she refused to let him win this time. Even if she paid dearly for it later.

She got to her feet, and again, she intently circled around him with greater determination; his chest was heaving in distressed rage, his resolve crumbling each step she took, closing the distance between them. Lillith stopped behind her Master.

She ran her fingers over the roots of his wings, and the Arch Devil writhed, his growl collapsing into a defeated groan.

"Let me pleasure you, Master..." She whispered in the demon's ear. "Please?"

Demiurge bristled at her request, and again he lunged, but the attempt was fruitless. He breathed strenuously, twisting against the restraints uselessly and the manacles clattered. She gave him no time to settle, and smoothed her hands down his majestic wings, ghosting over the maroon webbing, and he drew a shuddering gasp.

His servant again cradled the base of his wings, the heels of her hand gently rocking into the muscle, applying small waves of gentle pressure. His eyes flickered closed and his head fell back, his teeth clenching.

Her fingers left burning trails in their wake. Even the simplest motions earned immense reactions from her master. Lillith traced the third finger of his right wing and he shivered; as she reached the clawed end of it, she bent at the waist.

Demiurge tensed as he felt her breath puffing warmly onto the expanse of membrane, heating the intensely sensitive flesh. He felt his member growing, straining against the fabric of his pants as it rapidly swelled.

"Don't you-" He started to threaten her again but choked on the words as her tongue lashed out and ran down the length of the third finger, licking a hot stripe. A venomous hiss tore from his throat, his talons digging harshly into his palms.

Without warning she dropped to her knees and into his blind spot, and it made him even more uneasy and on edge that he could no longer see her behind him. Demiurge could now only track her by touch.

He felt her plush lips close around the clawed fingertip, sucking lightly, and a filthy moan escaped his lips and he arched against the chair. Lillith guided her hand up his other wing, running along the bony ridge of the arm. Her tongue stroked teasingly gently, and as she looked above she saw the black spikes of the demon's hair fall back against the top rail of the chair.

All at once, she cruelly withdrew her mouth, and a frustrated growl left him. He was now painfully, painfully hard.

"You c_ruel bitch_..." His voice dripped black venom, and it was almost enough to stop her in her tracks.. "I fucking hate you."

Almost.

She shifted closer, pressing her breasts behind his back and the chair, her right hand left his wing to reach around him, and began sliding down and around his narrow waist, and he exhaled heavily as her digits spread outward, brushing over his now very prominent erection. Lillith grazed at the shaft and the demon's lip curled as he drew a serrated breath through clenched fangs. She licked her lips; the heat of his firm, rock-hard cock under her fingers was delicious.

She fell away from him, and crawled around to his front on all fours with feline grace, like a stalking panther.

Were the situation less compromising for the Arch Devil, he would have grinned at such a sight; his normally submissive servant pretending to be a predator was almost cute and amusing.

Lillith inched closer and crept in between his legs, settling on her knees. He gazed down at her, his chest heaving and his diamond eyes burned like embers as they reflected nearby torches. His servant smoothed her hands over his knees, snaking up his thighs, and he exhaled sharply in anticipation. They paused when reaching the hem of his tented pants. As she unfastened them his member sprung free, and as expected he was hard as steel and the head flushed purple from the cruel torture she administered.

Looking up at him, she wrapped her fingers around his pulsing organ, and began a slow, smooth stroke upwards; she watched as his lips parted, his brow furrowing again and for the first time, he did not resist. As she continued to stroke him, a deep, throaty groan sent warmth rushing in between her legs.

She was delighted to see that he was finally relinquishing control.

She leaned forward, he felt her hot breath on the tip of his organ, and when she flicked her velvety tongue over the gleaming head, the Arch Devil impatiently bucked against her. Lillith then mercifully sealed her lips around the plum-like cap, before sliding down him, and his wings flared. The metal that held him in place ominously creaked, and his head fell back as she slowly took his thickness into her mouth.

She took advantage of the moment to brazenly slip her other hand up his shirt and over his abdomen, and reveled in the bare, hot, hard plain of muscle beneath her fingers.

'He's so strong...' She thought numbly, and was tempted to unbutton it just to see if he truly was as marvelously sculpted as it felt.

He tensed and jolted under the touch and its alien intimacy, his eyes flashing a malevolent warning to hers. Her tongue flicked beneath his frenulum, stroking the valley between his glans and he relaxed a little, his eyes then rolling back. Lillith swirled her tongue back up and around the silken tip, sucking hard before descending, forcing a shaky moan from his lips. Still, not wanting to push him too far, she withdrew her hand from under his shirt.

Breathing in deeply, she brought her head back up, sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she placed her hands flat on his hip bones to steady herself.

Adjusting her position, she nestled between his legs, running her hands down the insides of his thighs as she worked more of him into the moist cavern of her mouth. Her jaw muscles tightened as she could fit no more, and she moved one hand to the base, sliding up and down in a smooth motion.

"Fuck..." Demiurge bit out. She moaned in reply, her voice vibrating into the most sensitive part of his body. She cast her eyes back up to his face, and the majority of the rage in his gaze had been replaced by rapturous lust and hunger.

Lillith withdrew for air.

"You had better...hope I never...get out of these chains..." The Arch Devil murmured breathlessly.

"And why is that, dare I ask?" Lillith replied, feeling ballsy.

The Arch Devil's eyes gleamed like polished steel and his jaw clenched. He was not one to be disrespected, and she was digging herself into a deep hole every time she opened her mouth.

And the hollow laugh that echoed through the dungeon was enough to make her hair stand on end.

"Because not if, but when I do_,"_ His voice dripped poison, and he stared down at her darkly, his lips peeling back into an insidious grin. "_I'm going to _fucking ruin you."

The hair on the back of her neck rose in warning and fear rolled down her spine with an icy chill.

'Why can't I keep my mouth shut?'

"Now, finish what you started." The growled tones were so low they were almost below hearing range, but hear them she did, in the very marrow of her bones. It was an order she did not dare to disobey. She was already on increasingly thin ice.

Lillith then did something completely insane. She stood, reached into her apron pocket, and pulled out the key to his freedom. She moved to-

Demiurge strained, and all at once, in a cacophony of shattering steel and splintering wood, the chains and the chair were in broken pieces around them.

He rose to his full height, and she felt herself shrinking beneath his towering shadow.

She backpedaled clumsily in utter shock. HellFire erupted around him, wreathing his form in black flame and the manacles on his wrists and ankles melted and then disintegrated into ash.

_ 'False vision.' _ He used magic to prevent anyone from seeing what was about to happen.

Lillith's eyes widened in terror and her heart came to a screeching halt.

It was all an act. He was never truly restrained, and the chains might as well have been sewing threads.

She had been completely insubordinate, and now her master was free to unleash his wrath upon her. Through the rippling flames she saw his carnivorous, fanged grin stretch maniacally up his face.

Demiurge never looked so utterly diabolical.

'Shit a brick and fuck me with it!'

His servant swiveled and scrambled for the cell door, fear turning her legs into jelly.

_ 'Dimensional lock.' _

The barred door was shut by an invisible force. She clutched the bars and uselessly tried to shake it open in a hysterical panic.

With a beat of his massive wings, his Hellfire was extinguished; and as she glanced behind her, the demon slammed into her back with his full weight, and she was harshly crushed between his still scathingly hot body and the cold steel of the iron bars.

Lillith instinctively tried to scream, and the Arch Devil clasped a gloved hand over her mouth, and a strong arm wrapped around her midsection, wrenching her off her feet and pulling her backwards in an inhumanly strong grip. In a fear-fueled panic, she began to try to fight against her Master, digging furrows into the leather glove clutching her face with her short nails in a vain attempt to force him to release her, desperately twisting wildly to try to throw him off balance all the while trying to scream for help.

Demiurge wanted to viciously disembowel her for her insolence. But as a gift from his Lord, he could not simply eviscerate her. To do so would be terribly disrespectful to the Supreme One who was so kind as to hand her over to him.

But he could make her regret the Hell out of her actions and torment her as cruelly as she had him. His cock was so hard he could hardly see straight, so he was going to fuck her until she bled. Until she screamed and begged for him to stop.

"Now no one will see or hear you scream but me, I've made sure of that." Demiurge hissed in her ear, the frosty lust in his voice made every muscle below her waistline clench and shiver with both fear and need. "You've had your fun, and now it is my turn..."

'He's really going to kill me this time!' Adrenaline surged through her in a last effort attempt to preserve her life, overriding her arousal, and she went into fight or flight mode. She struggled, kicking out against him in primal fear.

Every attempt she made to fight back was useless, as every time she tried to kick back and strike him hard enough to get free he would simply wrench her in the opposite direction, even holding her up when she tried to kick back with both legs at the same time.

He laughed cruelly at her terror and weak attempt to fight him. Nothing worked, and within minutes she was exhausted, her muffled cries now nothing more than ragged coughs.

"I should break your fucking neck for such insolence." He chided her acidly.

All of her fearful protests were momentarily put on hold as he suddenly shifted his grip and shot a long, strong leg forward to hook around one of hers to prevent her from kicking out again and his deadly spiked tail edged upward towards her throat.

"I gave you chance to walk away. You threw it back in my face." He growled. "What happens now is your fault, and your fault alone."

The sound akin to several blades being drawn reached her ears. Freezing fear gripped her throat as she realized his talons just extended into scythes, and she felt her maid's dress being tugged on as he slipped one deadly claw dangerously close in between the cloth and her flesh and drug it downward, neatly slicing it down her back. The shredded dress to slid down her body and puddled at her feet and she felt her face instantly heat as shock and embarrassment, momentarily replacing a considerable portion of her fear.

Lillith was about to desperately plead for the merest shred of mercy when Demiurge chose that particular moment to buck his hips against her. Despite all the fear coursing through her, she involuntarily arched against his powerful body, her nails only digging deeper as his painfully noticeable erection prodded her from behind. She identified the combined scents of wildfire, dark spice and black currant as her head thumped backwards, fitting just under his chin as she cursed herself over her body's betrayal.

For nearly two minutes, she stood there on shaking legs, his hand still clamped on her mouth and his weapon of a tail held fast at her jugular.

He was thinking; possibly hashing out which method of punishment would be most agonizing. What would really make her bleed, make her truly sorry.

Whining low in her throat, her treacherous body trembled as he tilted his head down to salaciously drag his tongue up her neck and face, tasting her fear. The Arch Devil slowly removed his hand from her mouth, obviously confident in the fact that he had secured the dungeon against magic viewing.

He retracted is scythed talons, and lowered his tail from her throat.

"Your torment is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you..." The Arch Devil hissed scornfully.

His servant looked back hesitantly, and his eyes were a neurological venom, and did more than simply scare her. They froze her in place like prey. He trapped her within that predatory gaze, stripping away all of her willpower. She couldn't fight him even if she wanted to.

All she could do was whimper mindlessly as he grabbed both her wrists in a firm grip, and raised them above her head, pinning her to the bars as she let out a long, shuddering sigh of fear and anticipation.

Lillith swallowed thickly, and whispered. "Please...I'm sorry, please don't hur-"

" SHUT. UP." Demiurge growled with such malice that she did just that.

His servant let her body go limp, wisely giving in to whatever he had in store. She knew she had fucked up. BADLY.

'What the actual fuck was I thinking?!'

Demiurge took full advantage of her sudden passivity to slowly trail the claws of his right hand down her arm and around to the front of her body, flattening her against the cell door with his own when she experimentally strained against his grip.

"I could tear every strip of flesh from your bones, piece by piece, and eat it in front of you while you slowly bleed out. I know by how divine you smell you would taste so sinfully sweet," He whispered silkily, as though he were making a lover's promise. But the visceral words on his tongue were anything but romantic. "...so tender, like the purest lamb, butchered at no more than three days old."

He firmly mouthed the side of her throat, his jaw trembling as though he were restraining himself only by the barest thread from delivering a fatal bite. She could feel the sharp of his fangs on her flesh even after he pulled away.

"And there would not be a damned thing you could say or do to stop me."

'Fuck, he's going to eat me alive!'

He then retracted his claws, and sighed.

"But if I did that, we would both miss out on all of the other fun little things I still have planned for you. You and I..." The demon licked his lips.

She whimpered in fear as his breath grew a little ragged, and hers came in short little gasps as his black glove slipped under the lace of her panties.

"...are far from done."

When his fingers tentatively slid down the silken skin and began to slowly, teasingly stroke along her wet slit, it was only his left hand pinning her wrists to the wall and his strength holding her up when her knees nearly buckled beneath her.

She had to bite down hard on her bottom lip to hold back a anxious cry as he slowly pushed just the tips of two long, gloved fingers into the welcoming heat of her body, and she felt the shape of his evil grin spread against her neck.

As furious as he was, he didn't fail to appreciate how soaked she was for him.

It was only until she whimpered in desperation and swiveled her hips against him that he continued. Lillith writhed against the solid wall of his body, softly panting as his fingers began to thrust into her roughly, stroking her deep. She felt the familiar warmth begin to spread through her lower body, the demon's fingers sliding into her as he tightened his grip on her wrists, his talons digging in deep until she bled, his cock warm and hard against her backside. She whined and arched against him, and he plunged his digits faster into the plush heat of folds.

Much to her disappointment, he suddenly withdrew his fingers, and she whined pathetically.

The demon slapped her ass painfully hard with a resounding 'smack!' in response, and she squealed.

"I said shut up!" He snarled.

The Arch Devil let go and took a step back, dropping her, and she collapsed to the floor harshly, curses flying from her mouth. She had little time to complain as she was grabbed by her ankles and roughly drug towards him; her pulse kicked wildly as he cast his eyes up to hers and gave her a look that was that of a predator zeroing in on its prey as he crawled over her legs, and shredded her panties with his claws, throwing the torn lace aside; suddenly he shoved her backwards on the ground to place himself between her outstretched legs.

'He's not...he wouldn't-' She watched his gaze darken, the look of stark possession in his eyes was unmistakable.

He was.

"Master, please...' She choked out, her thoughts now scattered and her body tightening almost painfully in anticipation as he lifted her calves and hooked them over his shoulders, holding her open and vulnerable as his hot breath puffed against her slick opening.

"You just don't know when to shut your fucking mouth, do you?" He spat hatefully, still beyond pissed.

Lillith's entire body was trembling in anticipation as she waited for him to do something, anything as she dug her nails into the hard stone floor, another wave of heat pooling low in her body as she rubbed her cheek restlessly against the ground. She had only ever heard from other girls of this act, but never once had it been performed on her. And knowing how wonderfully skilled he was with his hands, was extremely promising that he would be masterful with his mouth.

Just when she thought she was about to snap, her mind suddenly exploded in a whirlwind of sensation; her rough sob of pleasure breaking the silence of the dungeon at the first caress of his hot tongue. She helplessly bucked her hips off the ground and strained against his grip until he was forced to tighten his arms around her and hold her down. However, his servant soon found out that although she was already at his mercy, he was not about to let her have any say in what he was doing.

He was still quite livid by her attempt to torment and dominate him, and the Arch Devil was going to drag out this torture as long as he could stand.

The demon's breath on her was warm and moist as he traced languorously along her opening. Lillith gasped, her voice peaking in a breathy moan as his tongue entered her. So hot and soft, he pierced her forcefully, moving about her insides with meticulous strokes.

She had never felt anything like it. It was heavenly. Beyond pleasurable, it was rapturous.

Lillith had severely underestimated him. He was not masterful with his tongue, no, he was fucking GOD-LIKE.

Her eyes rolled in her head and she moaned, long and loud as his devilishly long tongue probed deeply within her heat. She arched off the ground, and then he stopped, shattering her swimming vision, the pleasurable thrum in her blood dying down.

Every time he would swipe his tongue against her and she tried to move, he would come to a screeching halt. Five more times he did this, tormenting her cruelly until she was sobbing, her body coiled so tightly that she felt like she was going to shatter any moment. He was right, her torture was nothing compared to his.

In a panic, she tried to sit up, Demiurge startled her with his impossibly fast movement as he suddenly let her go, lunged forward, grabbed her by her throat and forced her back down on the ground with a bruising grip, a hateful snarl leaving his throat. When she saw how savage his expression was and his eyes narrow in a lethal warning, a chill of fear rolled down her spine and she immediately let her body go limp.

"Please...please, master..." she pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper as she willed herself to remain completely still; a faint, full body tremble being the only thing betraying the sensations rippling through her as Demiurge slowly moved back down her body and returned his mouth to her.

She arched her back off the ground and cried out as he tasted her with long, soft, slow strokes, his tongue lighting every nerve in her body on fire.

He pulled back and twirled his tongue around her pearl, his hot breath scorching her as he again unexpectedly paused.

"Now, tell me that you love being violated by me." The Arch Devil hissed, staring down at her with undiluted hunger in his crystalline eyes.

Lillith's face flushed at the obscenely arousing demand. But she didn't dare hesitate to obey.

"I...I love it. I love...being violated by you, Demiurge." She said between gasping breaths. His servant would have said anything, even cursed the name of Ainz Ooal Gown if it meant he continued his sweet torture. He grinned carnivorously, and delivered a quick but hard bite of ownership on her inner thigh. She moaned at the sharp thrill of his fangs, liquid heat pooling into her loins as he continued his ministrations.

Under the onslaught of so much pleasure, Lillith's world quickly narrowed down to just the feel of his gloved hands on her and the lapping of his skillful tongue, a high pitched keen coming from her throat as she felt the burning wave of pleasure build to new heights. Quickly learning where to focus his attentions, he felt the heat in her core flourish in a scorching release before she even had a chance to prepare herself, her body going rigid as the wave of rapture slammed into her, the dungeon echoing her cry, her Master's name tearing from her lips.

Jerking helplessly against his grip, the demon's hands continued to hold her still and his mouth continued to work on her until she was begging him to stop, her body so unbearably sensitive that every additional sensation was almost painful.

"Please, please master, stop! It's...too much..." she whimpered, begging, another sob coming from her throat.

"Do you think I care?" He sneered, his tongue darting in and out of her slit, and she gasped raggedly.

The demon plunged deeply into her folds, and started to mercilessly fuck her with his tongue, pulling her hips upward as he thrusted in. His tongue delved and twisted with practiced movements, and she cringed and hissed in sensory overload while he rapidly brought her to another excruciating climax before he slowly relented.

Still too dazed by what he had just done, all she could do was lie there drained. Lillith slowly opened her eyes, and shivered when he dipped his head down and grazed his fangs over her throat in a predatory promise.

She was dumbfounded. She never could have imagined that he would have done what he had just done to her.

With wide eyes, she watched him reach between them and grab his steel hard member, a chill working through her body at the sight of it. Knowing what came next, she weakly tried to withdraw out from under him and he gave a low growl, his eyes flashing dangerously. She obediently froze and he leaned over her, gathering her wrists in one hand and pinning them harshly over her head against the wall, sinking his talons deeply into her flesh, fresh trails of blood ran downward, striping her arms with crimson. His Draconian wings encircled them, swallowing them both in shadow.

"You aren't going anywhere." He growled low in his throat.

Her body shivered in anticipation as he held himself above her, his hands reaching up to hold hers in place as he positioned the gleaming head of his cock against her slick folds.

"Please..." was all she could think to say, her voice pleading for mercy as she tried to close her legs, tightening them together in an attempt to keep his organ out. She had been through this before, and it hurt. She was still far too sensitive to withstand his imminent sexual aggression.

Unfortunately, all she succeeded in doing was making him tighten his hands around hers until it was even more painful, his eyes fixing on her with a look so dark and cold that she felt the faintest thrill of fear slithering down her spine, which, for some reason, only aroused her even more.

"Don't you dare resist me, not after what you have done..." He had still not forgiven Lillith for her insolence.

"Fight me, and I will make you regret it."

With a guttural snarl, Demiurge momentarily released her arms to pry her thighs apart, his talons scratching into her fragile flesh. He slid his entire unnaturally thick length into her with one smooth, brutal thrust, her back arching and a cry tearing from her throat as he filled her completely, stretching her tenderly swollen passage with his size to the fine line between pleasure and pain, the two combining into one pure, intoxicating sensation that robbed her of breath as it rippled through her.

Without hesitating, the demon quickly built up a rhythm of hard, deep strokes, his head tilting down to bite raggedly at her collarbone as she wrapped her legs around his waist, a gasping moan working past her lips as he pressed her harder against the ground. Warm blood trickled out of the deep bites, running in inconsistent trails down her chest. Eventually, the pain of his organ pushing into her narrowly swollen channel slowly ebbed with each thrust, eventually to give way to raw euphoria. He swept his tongue up the streaks running just as red as the suit he wore.

'He's going to bleed you dry before this is over.'

Demiurge took her like the Devil he was, untamed and uncontrolled, fueled by fury, lust and greed. She threw her head back and cried out as he fucked her with unforgiving force, the demon's breath shuddering as he drove into her devastatingly. He suddenly slid forward, changed the angle of his hips and found that same bundle of exquisitely sensitive nerves deep within her.

When she writhed in his grasp and screamed out in ecstasy as he continued to pound into her, not slowing down or giving her a chance to recover as his cruelly forceful plunges quickly brought another near-painful wave of pleasure slamming down on her. In her frantic state, she halfheartedly begged and pleaded with him to stop when felt her thighs bruising, and an evil, wretched grin stretched up his face at her pitiful cry.

"You better fucking scream for me." He growled viscerally, as her cries only threw fuel on his fire.

The demon unexpectedly flipped her over onto her stomach and pinned her neck down hard against the cold ground, his other hand grasping her ass, his claws digging in mercilessly in both places as he braced her for his unrelenting onslaught. The piercing points hurt like Hell as he drove into her full force, his breath hatefully seething through his teeth, but the pain failed to override her rapture. Her panicked pleas soon turned into another broken wail as wall upon wall of pure rapture crashed into her, his savage pace never slowing.

"Beg all you want, I won't stop until I'm through with you. As far as I'm concerned, you haven't bled enough yet."

But his words were lost in the rushing of blood in her ears, the haze of pleasure enveloping her in a fog of sensation. The Arch Devil whipped his hips against hers, grinding into her with his breath now coming in ragged gasps. Twisting her back over, the Arch Devil forced her to face him again. He leaned down to tightly grasp her throat, his bruising grip a frightening reminder of how furious he still was as were his bared ivory fangs, his gaze searing with lust, malice and rage. "I should just fucking kill you now." The Arch Devil snarled with pure, animalistic rage. A cauldron of fire, anger and murderous intentions boiled over and spilled out his crystalline eyes as his claws pierced her neck threateningly. As horrifying as it was, it still didn't stop her from reaching the point of no return. With a few more hard thrusts, her scream of release was tinged with pain as he broke his gaze to quickly throw himself forward and grind himself in further, deeper. He reluctantly released her from his strangulation hold to claw into the ground and roared gutturally in her ear, her body spasming as she screamed his name, and Lillith felt his organ throb as he erupted with volcanic force inside of her, and she felt every scorching hot spurt of his release against her swollen walls.

Holding his body possessively above hers as they both continued to shiver in the aftershocks, she gave one last low moan as he slowly pulled out of her and collapsed onto his side. After a few minutes the demon caught his breath and tucked his wilting shaft away and pulled himself up off the ground. He straightened his suit, and smoothed his hand over his jet black hair. He turned to her, and pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose.

"I still hate you. Heal and clean yourself up..." He said callously, tossing her the white handkerchief out of his breast pocket and a small red vial of healing potion. Still dazed, it fell next to her with a glass clatter.

"...because I intend to hate you _ again ,_ later." The Arch Devil concluded, and he left his battered servant and her ruined clothes on the floor as he walked out of the cell, his armored tail swaying behind him.

Hazily looking down at herself, she saw an alarming amount of blood striping and running down her wrists, ankles, neck and chest, her inner thighs and in between her legs. Anywhere his teeth or talons touched was bleeding, some places more severely than others. Shifting in attempt to sit up, a painful internal sting told her she also had several tissues torn inside. In her state of rapture and all of the fear-induced adrenaline charging through her veins, the true extent of her damage had gone almost entirely unnoticed.

She laid there for another five minutes completely drained before the dizziness of blood loss pushed her to go ahead and drink the potion.

---

"I'm assuming you at least saw her present me the key?" Demiurge asked smugly when he found The Butler sitting, stone faced, but red as a tomato, with his head resting on his fist at an empty table in the dining room.

Demiurge wanted to laugh at the flush of his face. He found himself wishing he did not block him from being able to see the entire scene play out. But what he did see was all he needed in order for him to back off.

Still, he couldn't tell if his blush was due to the intense carnal nature of what he had just witnessed or rage that he had lost in the worst possible way.

So instead he just arrogantly smirked.

"I did." He admitted, and had little to say as he as was stunned in his defeat.

"So then you do not argue that she is participating with full consent."

"No. I cannot deny that at all, I just...do not understand." Sebas face-palmed, thoroughly perplexed by what he witnessed. "That is not her life anymore."

"She isn't like Tuare, Sebas. Humans deal with trauma in different ways. Some are broken by it, some are strengthened because of it. Others, like Lillith, adapt to the fear and pain, and to protect the psyche from the emotional damage like Tuare suffered, they learn to find pleasure in it, sometimes ultimately becoming addicted to the adrenaline and endorphins released by fear and pleasure..." The Arch Devil elaborated scientifically. "It is not wrong to enjoy pleasures of the flesh. It is only human, as is she. And while I may not be, I feed that need for her."

Sebas digested the words for a moment. He then stood and silently walked out of the dining room.

"...and she will always come back to her master for more." Demiurge grinned evilly.