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By the time the Arch Devil returned to Nazarick after his final battle with Lord Ainz as Momon, and he under the guise of Jaldabaoth, the red sun was rising in the distance over the horizon. Again he had to leave his servant by herself for a couple of days, but this time he had the courtesy to tell her beforehand.

Operation Gehenna was now complete. The name of Momon, the Raven Black Hero was growing and accumulating fame and adoration across the nation. Their plan of achieving world domination was seeming increasingly possible.

He checked in on Entoma, and was pleased to see she had made a full recovery, and he was satisfied in the fact he avenged her in the cruelest way possible other than death.

After he resigned to his quarters as he needed to soak his aching muscles. The battle was intense, and he was permitted to fight with his full strength and speed against his Lord, which was quite satisfying. But even then, as an ever greedy Arch Devil, he hungered for more but it had to be cut short, and for appearances he had to act as though he were defeated.

And once again he saw Evil Eye as she sparred with the Battle Maids, and his hatred and rage flared anew, the predator in him urging that he viciously finish her off. Yet to his great displeasure, he was still forbidden to kill her.

So he was harboring a considerable amount of pent up aggression, rage and need for release. The demon took a hot shower and tried to relax beneath the blissful cascading heat. He felt a little of the tension leave his body, but he was still tightly coiled beneath the surface.

He redressed himself and settled in his chair made of artistically arranged creature and human bones, and right on schedule his servant knocked on the door.

"You may enter."

Lillith walked in, carrying his morning tea.

"Your tea, Lord Demiurge." She presented it to him, kneeling like a good slave. She even remained in that position before him, not having been permitted to rise. Her retraining and his most recent threat had proved most effective. They were finally understanding one another at a deeper level, though their relationship remained...complicated, much more so than he had ever intended things to become.

He took it from her and sipped it before setting it down on the small table next to his chair. Lillith noticed he did not down it all immediately as usual to give her the cup to take back with her.

"Is everything all right, master?" She asked timidly asked. "Is there something else I could get for you?"

"No...it is fine. This week has just been rather...taxing." He muttered as he closed his eyes and sighed, running a hand through his dark mane. His frustration was obvious.

"Would you prefer a relaxation tea? It is made with chamomile and lavender for stress relief." She kindly offered a solution.

"I could use some stress relief at this point." She didn't see the corner of his mouth mischievously curl upwards.

"Please, allow me to fetch it for you." She started to stand when she felt his hand move to the top of her head, and the slight pressure urged her back down, preventing her from rising to her full height.

One of her hands gripped the armrest to prevent losing her balance when he pulled the other downward, and placed her open palm firmly over his thickening erection. He pressed it down, ensuring she felt how hard he was becoming before he moved her hand back and forth, and he watched her gasp. He locked his gemstone eyes with hers and licked his lips as he continued to make her stroke him. He was so thick that even through his pants she could get a good grip. He grew with each undulation and she could feel her cheeks growing hot with arousal. The Arch Devil grinned carnivorously when he saw her blush.

He took his hand away from hers to move it to the top of her head, and it seemed he was pushing her lower. She didn't fight it and when he pushed her lower still she finally caught on. Oh...so that's how her offer for relieving stress had been received.

Lillith hesitated for a moment, as the encouragement was becoming a bit heavy handed. She paused for just a moment, and the challenge passed between them; she was still somewhat hurt from how their last encounter ended. And her recent whipping also certainly didn't help. The defiant part of her pushed her to continue only stroking him, to delay in enacting the unspoken order.

"On. Your. KNEES. NOW." He growled through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing as he grew increasingly impatient and irritated. She delayed in complying for too long.

She finally obeyed, and bent down lower and moved to kneel on the floor before him.

Demiurge reached down and fisted her hair roughly, pulling her further forward in between his legs. Before he was lightly urging her down, but because she defiantly did not obey or follow through immediately, he would no longer be gentle. She had pissed him off, and he tightened his grasp and pulled upward, making her look at him.

"Am I going to have to whip you again in order for you to fall in line?" He hissed threateningly. The demon's features were etched with frustration.

"No, master." She said meekly. "Please, forgive me."

But she was actually plotting. Whether he knew it or not, she would have the upper hand, and make him fall apart far more quickly than he intended to.

"Good girl. Then you are permitted." He gave her permission to make contact, and released his hold on her hair.

The Arch Devil watched her with heated interest as she cautiously unfastened the button of his suit and pushed the hem of his clean white shirt upwards.

Lillith lips parted at the sight of his taut and toned abdomen. Her master was beautiful, immaculately sculpted. It was always a treat to be granted permission to touch him, and whether she was upset with him or not, she'd never let the opportunity go to waste. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the hot, hard plain of muscle. The Arch Devil was sinfully palatable; the heady scent of dark spice and sandalwood filled her senses.

Demiurge hissed through his teeth when her tongue circled his navel, then trailed lower. He was too distracted to realize she'd unbuttoned his pants, let alone begun to snake her hand inside.

The Arch Devil groaned when her warm fingers touched his bare flesh and he tensed in his chair when she began to stroke him again.

A part of him was cautious, for he knew that while he forced her into submission and her fire of defiant determination could be somewhat harnessed, it would never be extinguished, no matter how cruelly he punished her for insubordination. She would no doubt see this as a challenge and true to her human nature, she still craved some form of control.

Suddenly she seemed compliant, downright eager from the way she began to stroke him so precisely.

He was probably going to regret this.

Actually, no.

No, he wasn't.

Demiurge gripped the arm of the chair with one hand and wound the other back into her hair, pushing her lower. He then saw the ghost of a smile cross her lips, and wondered why he found it to be so...dare he say, intimidating? His icy gaze locked on to hers, his lip curling as her grip tightened around his shaft with the most perfect pressure.

She released him from his pants and stroked his length slowly, relishing the heated, hard flesh beneath her fingertips, knowing he was watching her every move. She peered up at him, and what he once thought was a challenge in her gaze revealed itself as plain victory.

'What the Hell?'

That stare then shifted as she bit her lip. It became wanton. It became shameless. She locked her gaze with his and smoothly pumped his shaft up and down before lowering her face to his cock. Her eyelids lowered and her lashes fluttered. He recognized this look, this state of mind. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and her smile curled sensuously; without warning she ran her tongue teasingly from base to tip.

Demiurge felt a pull in his abdomen and flinched from the sharp flare of pleasure that struck him. She held his stare and with that same devilish smile, she trailed her tongue along his length again, this time slower, with more pressure, making sure he had the clearest view of everything she was doing. Only when his crystalline eyes became predatorily fixated on her did she look away from him.

She lowered her mouth and sucked on the underside of his glans, while her fist pumped the thick base of his shaft. The Arch Devil's talons were already digging into the ivory armrests of the chair and he fought himself not to lose it then and there as she zeroed in on one of his sensitivities. Her tongue traveled up and danced around the tip and again he felt himself jerk.

How the Hell was he already close?

His cock grew even harder and she smiled as she licked away the fluid that threatened his undoing.

'Fuck.'

Demiurge had to look away from her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should have known he would be no match for that. There were so few moments when she owned herself like this...and he could tell it was a power she had developed a taste for.

Many times he tried to break her of seizing control of the situations he purposefully put them in, and while he would always punish her for challenging his dominance, the masochist in him more often than not thrilled at the change of pace. When she had found him bound in chains in the dungeon, as furious as he was with her for trying to seize control, he secretly enjoyed every moment of when she teased him. He almost wished she didn't offer his freedom until the very end, just to see where she was going with it.

He writhed in anticipation of what she would do next.

Just when he was about to exhale, her tongue wrapped around him and her mouth sank over his organ. She pulled back and sucked hard, and the demon couldn't stop the shuddering moan that escaped him. She flicked her tongue over all the right spots and plunged down on him again. She moved in a rhythm now, and his other hand shot down into her hair, pushing her harder, faster. Demiurge's eyes rolled back and he groaned, and fought the urge to squirm in his seat, seething through his fangs. Her hand moved with her mouth, and he was frankly surprised by her boldness.

"Good girl..." He murmured, and pushed her head further down over his member.

Her breathing became strained as she suffocated on his girth, and she made small noises as she struggled for air and oh, how those sounds made him moan. He briefly considered pulling her up and fucking her senseless but he was far too selfish to let this pleasure end. The heat of her mouth, the strength of her tongue, the subtle sharpness of her teeth as she inadvertently grazed him; just when he thought he couldn't get any harder than he already was, he did.

Maybe she was skilled, maybe it was just her, either way he could feel himself nearing an edge he did not yet want to fall over.

He tried to dissuade how quickly she was moving and slow her down, even pull her off, but to his surprise each time she fought against him by sucking harder, gripping her hand tighter, doing something or another that made him give in and inevitably she got her way.

That bitch. She was doing this on purpose, taking control in order to rush it.

He could feel himself growing hot, perspiration beading his forehead. He tried to control himself, tried to hold back, but when he groaned as he struggled not to burst she moaned right back, her voice vibrating into his cock and there was just no hope left.

His fist gripped tightly into her scalp as his head fell back, his jaw dropping and he erupted in her mouth. A rapturous moan left his lips and held her in place as he continued to forcefully spurt down her throat, but she did not fight it. No, instead she sucked harder, taking everything he had. Her hands gripped his thighs and she waited for his hold to loosen before gradually pulling away. She caught her breath and situated him quite neatly.

Demiurge panted heavily, his eyes locked onto hers as he tried to fathom just how quick that was, it couldn't have been more than six minutes. His hand moved from her hair down to her chin and he tilted her face up as he regarded her.

"Good girl." he said, sounding a bit dazed, and there were fangs in his growing grin. He seemed excited. Too excited for someone who had just had a rather considerable climax. He leaned forward and his hand went down and under her maid's dress and she yelped at the sensation of his fingers pressing against her entrance. He had retracted his talons, giving away that he was up to something.

Demiurge's gaze became darker, more predatory as he pushed past her underwear. His fingers slid inside her easily and he pushed them deep. She moaned and he leaned in to lick along her neck.

"You're so wet...I think you may have enjoyed that as much as I." He grinned. Lillith closed her eyes as she involuntarily clenched around his fingers. He withdrew his hand from her and lifted her up off the ground effortlessly.

"I do enjoy it...for the same reasons you enjoy what you're... doing now." she said in between strained breaths, gripping his shoulder for support.

"Good to know we're on the same page." He said, and in one quick movement, flipped her around and landed her flat on her stomach against the nearby desktop, with her ass in the air.

She gasped as it knocked the wind out of her, and tried to twist around to look at him, but Demiurge held her firmly down.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You had your way. Now I'm going to have mine."

"I thought...that was...supposed to be...stress relief?" She asked, her voice strenuous when his fingers penetrated her once more.

There were three of them now, moving harder than before. Demiurge's free hand squeezed her rear, pleased that she kept her backside positioned willingly. He pushed her skirt up, and took in the glorious sight revealed to him. Again she wore black lacy panties, and he was thrilled that she was still making use of what he had supplied for her, all for his own pleasure, of course.

"Are...you not...satisfied?" She asked in between arduous breaths.

"I'm a demon. I should think you would know by now, I'm quite greedy." he said, then stood behind her and the desk.

Even if Demiurge had intended this to be both a literal and figurative 'suck my cock,' Lillith had gone and made it something else entirely. Now she was wondering what he was planning.

He pushed her skirt further up over her back.

"Shadow Demon, hold her down." Demiurge said.

Lillith was confused. No one else was in the room, so who was he talking to?

To her horror a tall, dark, humanoid-shaped shadow crept around from behind her and moved along the wall. She frantically scanned the room for anyone else, but it seemingly existed independently without someone to cast it. She watched with mounting anxiety as it stretched across the floor out of her sight, before rising from the ground into her field of vision about 10 feet away. It then rushed towards her and she started to scream.

Demiurge's gloved hand clamped around her mouth as the shadow towered over her before it gripped her wrists with surprising strength, holding her firmly to the desk. It's grasp was absolutely freezing, and made her flesh numb. Her master leaned over her, lowering himself to her ear.

"Did you think I would not notice what you were doing? You were given permission to make physical contact, not take full control." The Arch Devil growled with frost in his voice. "I strongly advise against taking advantage of my generosity."

Lillith could only make muffled whimpering sounds into his glove. She knew she fucked up. He was being gentle for once, and she ruined it, all because she was being petty and holding a grudge. He was not asking for much, just oral sex.

Why didn't she just obey?

"Just when I thought we were starting to understand each other." He sighed in exasperation. "Now...what to do with you?" He contemplated her punishment.

His servant trembled beneath him, not only out of fear of what he would do, but also from the supernatural black mass holding her firmly to the desk. Its touch was ice cold and its face was completely featureless; it was a towering, living void of darkness that was apparently bound to her master.

"Or should I let Shadow Demon decide how to proceed?" He suggested, and delighted in how that idea made her squirm in terror.

Demiurge began to run his free hand over the round of her ass, feeling up her rear as he admired the black lacy panties that perfectly complimented its shape. He hummed with intrigue. He dug his claws in, and inhaled sharply before he ran his tongue over the plump flesh, shuddering with the desire to desecrate her.

Lillith began to cry out against his hand in protest, knowing all too well what he was thinking.

"_But it is just so _very tempting..." He purred in response, giving her bottom a squeeze, and he ripped her panties off, the briskness of the motion stinging the inside of her thighs.

He aligned himself with her slick entrance, and held her firmly in place with his free hand as he pushed into her. To Lillith's surprise he was already fully hard again. She moaned as he sheathed himself to the hilt, and was ultimately relieved he didn't do what she dreaded he would.

Demiurge thrusted hard and deep, and then suddenly pulled out. He slipped his wet cock higher, and glided his slickened head up and down the ring of pink puckered flesh.

Lillith's eyes went wide, and she screamed in panic against his glove as she twisted herself hard, uselessly straining against Shadow Demon's grasp. She was freaking the fuck out now.

"You will learn to like it. And if not..." The demon callously shrugged.

"You knew this would happen if you failed to obey. You were warned, and have only yourself to blame." He said sternly.

She yanked this way and that, and her cries were stifled against his glove. He grinned wickedly at her raw terror and inhaled deeply now that fear was blooming abundantly all over her body.

"I can't even imagine how sinfully tight you are..." The demon cruelly teased, and she glanced back at him, her eyes begging him for even just a shred of mercy.

He pressed, and was met with strong resistance. He was too big, and her hole too small but that never stopped him before. Now she was fighting harder, her shrieks ragged coughs against his clasped hand now that she knew for sure he fully intended on sodomizing her.

Demiurge sighed in frustration. He knew if he continued to push, he would only tear her open, and severely wound his favorite plaything. But he could still make this work. He just needed to ease her into it.

He harshly fisted her hair, and lowered himself to her ear.

"Behave yourself." He warned through clenched teeth, and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth.

He rapidly unfastened his tie and slid it off from around his neck, and tied it tightly around her mouth as a gag.

"Please, ma-" Her plea was cut off as he gagged her.

Demiurge reached behind her and his fingers began to slowly dip in and out of her, teasing her entrance with weak penetration. At least that felt good. She whimpered against the gag, but there was still anxiety in her cry.

Her master pulled away, and knelt behind her as he languorously ran his tongue over her folds, savoring everything his fingers had teased out of her. He rose his head a little to press his tongue against the sensitive skin of her perineum. She didn't know how to feel about that. Though, she wasn't really too worried about it however, until he moved up even further that is.

Lillith's body shot forward so fast it was like she'd been stuck with a red-hot poker. She lunged, nearly toppling into the shadow entity in front of her, and frantically fought to get away, but the black mass held her firmly in place as commanded. Her master couldn't help but chuckle at her overly apprehensive reaction and the sheer panic in her eyes.

"I would not recommend fighting me on this. It is more for your benefit than mine." He advised with a sharp grin.

When he said that, Lillith realized he was trying to lubricate her in preparation, and begrudgingly gave in knowing fully well it would hurt far worse if she wasn't slick enough.

The Arch Devil's hands grasped her rear on both sides to hold her in place and darted his tongue out, lightly flicking against Lillith's most firmly restrained forbidden zone with just as much vigor as he had shown her more familiar entrance. While it was hot and soft, the sensation of his skilled tongue there was completely alien, and she couldn't help the feeling of embarrassment and the bright blush that came with it. Then he pushed, lightly piercing her and her body jerked, and her muscles tensed, deeply agitated by the intrusion and complete obliteration of her comfort zone.

"To be perfectly honest, when I first saw you, this lovely ass of yours is one of the main reasons I wanted to claim you as mine in the first place." He purred, and gave the right cheek a firm bite. Lillith blushed brighter.

"And when I ordered you clean my quarters, and you bent over on all fours to scrub at that stain...it was like you were begging me fuck it for all I'm worth." He growled huskily, squeezing her rear tighter as her licked her with more urgent fervor.

Lillith didn't know he was actually looking at her that day. She had faced away from him because he had scared her to death, but it was now apparent he was transfixed on her ass when she had tried to clean away the bloodstain. Had she not been gagged, she would have asked what did leave that stain on the floor. She had always wondered.

He smiled at the fact that she was conceding to letting him have his wicked way, and reared up over her, and slapped her bottom with an audible smack, and she squealed in surprise.

He then returned his fingers to her entrance; he moved in and out of her, never faltering, setting a base-line rhythm.

The Arch Devil's free hand took hold of the nape of her neck, keeping her still so he could whisper in her ear, "I will try hard not to make it too painful...but I won't lie to you, it will hurt..."

She cringed and whined.

And with that, she felt his hand adjust itself, and she winced when a well-lubricated gloved finger brushed itself against her puckered opening. He moved his finger against her, gently, only applying just the slightest pressure, allowing her to test the water, or prepare herself for the worst. She grimaced into the desk and was infinitely grateful he had the ability and decency to retract his razor-sharp claws.

Demiurge grinned carnivorously. She would surrender to this. All she needed was a little push.

He pressed his finger a little harder as he breathed into her hair. The demon was actually careful, merciful in his movements. Her body was still rigid, but was slowly starting to sink down into the desk's surface. His weight held her there, simulating an even greater feeling of detainment. He moved around her in gentle circles, pressing into her, but careful not to breach her until she opened up for him.

Lillith's shoulders started to relax, lowering from their hunched up position. The strain on her face lessened, though her attentions remained heightened. She was so uncomfortable with what was happening and ashamed that she was consciously idling by while he violated her this way; but it was clear he had no intention of heading her pleas and as a punishment for her failure to comply in a timely manner, he would not simply let it go. So she tried instead, not to focus on what he was doing in that hole, but what he was doing to her in the other, more familiar one.

The more she relaxed, the easier it was for Demiurge's fingers in her folds and the one at her rear to find a rhythm. And before long, silence once again filled the room. Everything felt so still, everything but the steady undulations behind her and the shallow pants of her stressed breathing.

She focused on the feeling of the her master's ministrations and tried to ignore the other demon's hands on her, and its existence altogether.

She knew Demiurge was waiting for her to settle before he did anything further. Even though she'd begged him not to do this, and made it clear how terrified she was of this act, she could only be somewhat grateful he was mercifully taking his time with her.

Lillith whimpered in the back of her throat, and tried not to think of how she would handle what he planned on forcing inside of her next. He was so thick she didn't know how she would survive it in one piece.

The Arch Devil continued to slowly, steadily finger her, and moved his face from her hair to her neck, and licked her pulse before latching his mouth over it, lightly sucking. That was what she needed. She felt a twinge in her stomach, a tight churning of sorts. She knew this feeling, she was starting to know it well. She also knew that something about it was different this time. It was more pronounced, and growing faster. That's when she realized she wasn't panting from just the fingers he had inside her. She gave low muffled moans as he penetrated her, the feeling of his finger pressing against the pucker of her rear making her body hungry for something more. Her hips started to move with him of their own accord, pushing back against him, wanting something deeper.

Lillith hadn't expected this, not at all. All he was doing was rubbing against her and it felt...good. It was a stark contrast from what she had been subjected to before. The clients at the brothel would just cruelly force their way in, tearing her open and not caring how badly it hurt or injured her. They didn't bother to prepare her, or ease her into the unnatural penetration there. If they ripped her, they didn't care; they never stopped or even slowed down. Sometimes they went harder. She was just a whore they paid for the right to ruin, after all.

She could feel herself sweating between her legs, but she didn't care, nor did she care how smug his reaction might be when she started pushing her rear up against him, into his hand. His jaw had settled on her shoulder, resting as he watched her reactions, waiting for his chance to escalate things. His eyes slid shut and his breathing grew heavier, hungrier as he returned to licking and nipping at her neck.

The Arch Devil waited, keeping his movements constant and letting her do the rest on her own.

Lillith's hips bucked against him a little harder, and her moans became more audible. The churning inside her blossomed, burgeoning deep within her belly. She closed her eyes. All she tried to focus on was pleasure. She felt a heat flare from her loins. Her body relaxed as it also tensed, a strange combination of movement as she writhed. He felt her muscles yield, and he pushed.

Lillith cried out, a loud, high pitch keen as Demiurge's finger literally seized its opening. He plunged up to knuckle, but her body was so relaxed in that moment there was no longer resistance. Her body then tightened like vice once registering his presence however, and she tried to jerk away. He held her still, and moved his hand around inside her, both orifices claimed. Her breathing turned frantic and heavy, laced with squeals and high pitch whimpers, but he didn't stop, he wouldn't. Instead, he tried to sooth her, help her relax and accept him. His fingers at her core continued to move in and out, while the one at her back simply flexed.

"Hold her." He addressed her supernatural restrainer as he pulled away from her back.

Before she could process what was happening, in an unnaturally fast movement he withdrew his hand and breached her with the thick, plum-like head of his cock.

Lillith screamed in agony against the gag, and she tried to lurch forward and away from him, but Demiurge stopped her by holding her down forcefully with a forearm across the back of her neck, pinning her to the desk.

"Do not resist, or you will only hurt yourself." He growled, keeping her firmly pinned to the desk.

Just the head of his member hurt like Hell in her extremely narrow channel. Had this been a client at the brothel and not her demonic master, she would have fought tooth and nail till the bitter end to prevent having something so unreasonably thick forced into her.

The Arch Devil pushed into her just another two inches, and a second broken cry tore from her throat. He let out a shuddering moan in response and then was still, giving her a chance to adjust.

In all honesty, he needed a moment for himself as well, because _ fuck ,_ she was ridiculously tight. Almost painfully so. Her insides clenched hard around him, trying to force the invasion out, but he remained firmly lodged in place.

They were both stone still, save for their arduous breaths. Lillith whimpered and whined as it was far more painful than pleasurable right now. He grasped her ass with both hands, squeezing, bracing for his next movement.

"Try to relax..." The Arch Devil urged her, before baring his fangs as he slowly forced his way in deeper.

His servant wailed against her gag as he fully buried himself, and tears welled up in her eyes. She had never been so stretched there before, as no one she served at the brothel ever possessed such girth. Even after being eased into it, and taking it slow, it seemed to still hurt just as badly as if he had not taken his time with her. It burned severely, and she felt like she had been impaled with molten iron.

Demiurge could smell the bitter salt of her tears, and felt her tighten up all over again, her entire body going rigid.

But he was far too selfish to pull out and stop now. And to withdraw at this point would only cause an even more severe pain.

He slowly, carefully leaned forward, covering her body with his. She whimpered pathetically as it caused more pressure, and she sobbed and bit down hard on her lip until it bled. His hand maneuvered to her front while he lightly bit and lapped at her neck, trying to distract her from the pain, coaxing her body into relaxing to accept his large organ.

He inched upwards tentatively, focusing his attentions on her sensitive throat so that she was left unaware as his fingers dipped under her bra and began to gently massage her breast, and pinch her nipple. He rolled it expertly between his thumb and finger and she couldn't stop her sharp intake of breath, nor the jerk in her back after feeling that. Only once before had he touched her there, and it was merely to antagonize the prisoner he was torturing. But she now knew why he never really cared to do that; his interest was focused mainly on her ass.

Her mouth hung open a little as he kneaded her breast, and she fought her way through the agony.

As he worked her breast, his free hand began to roam down her side, groping her hip and the curve of her rear as it made its way to her groin. He ran two fingers under her cleft, teasing her clitoris and applying slight but perfect pressure. He rubbed her in slow, circular motions, pulling small, breathy gasps from her lungs and he felt the tension gradually draining from her body, little by little. She groaned against her gag, and she turned her head to look back at him.

The Arch Devil locked his diamond gaze with hers, the corner of his mouth curling upward. He tested the effects his ministrations were having by tentatively curling his hips into her, and this time there was a flare of pleasure lacing the pain. She gasped, a low, airy moan trailing on her exhale.

His small grin grew until it showed his fangs.

"Release her." Demiurge ordered Shadow Demon, now confident she would not fight him anymore. He reached forward and removed her gag, tossing it aside. The cold numbness on her wrists retreated, and the entity then dropped to the floor and out of sight.

He leaned over and flexed against her again, and hissed through his fangs as her narrow channel quivered around him.

"Mmm...You're so fucking tight..." He murmured viscerally through clenched teeth against her neck, and shuddered as he closed his eyes, beginning a pace of slow, shallow thrusts.

She flushed at his obscene curse, and whimpered as he continued to tease her sensitive bud. She was sweating now, not only from the heat of his torso covering her back as he hovered over her possessively, but also the sharp, painful yet oddly pleasurable pierce of his organ. Her hair began to stick to her and she was overheating quickly.

Demiurge let out a gasping moan as she tightened around him again like a vice, making moving within her more of a challenge. He thrusted just a little harder, a little faster, and Lillith grimaced as he pushed. Sensing her discomfort, he slid his hand past her clitoris and pushed three fingers inside her, forcing a loud gasp to burst from her lungs. He invaded both orifices, and never had she been so filled before; it was utterly overwhelming. A chill trickled over her scalp at the alien sensation, and her face went numb; then she began to tingle all over.

The demon's fingers could feel his cock moving in tandem through the thin membrane separating her two entrances, and he groaned as the interesting sensation aroused him even more.

Lillith's panting continued to grow more and more feverish, spurred by pain and panic and pleasure. She tried to ignore the fact that he was buried in her, there, but she couldn't.

She could however, feel the overpowering sensation of alien double penetration. He wasn't moving too hard or fast inside her, but having him filling her in both places was more than enough to send her body straight to the edge. Her anxiety, and her embarrassment, only seemed to heighten this. She clenched her eyes tight and dropped her mouth open, trying to scrape as much air into her lungs as possible, but it did nothing to quell her lightheaded feeling. She felt his clawed hand brush away the damp hair from her neck, and he replaced it with another hard bite, and that was it. She was done for.

She took in a sharp breath and she moaned his name. Every muscle in her body tensed, constricting and pulling him in deeper. She felt him exhale sharply against her neck, seemingly overwhelmed by how tight and hot she'd become. Her body tried to urge forward, away from the sensation, but he quickly wound an arm around her throat, restraining her in place. He thrusted faster, and groaned with her.

It was too much, too powerful. She wanted escape, she wanted it to stop. Her moan crested in a wail as her orgasm consumed her, a feeling more shocking and intense than she could have ever hoped to imagine. Her muscles started to hurt, her body wanting him out just as much as it wanted him in. She didn't know what to do, and it seemed to drag on forever.

He withdrew his hand from her, and clutched the right cheek of her bottom harshly with his claws. Lillith felt his chest expand against her back as he sucked in a deep breath when her insides wrenched around his member so tightly that it was deliciously painful for them both.

Then she felt him throb, and heard him viciously snarl against her neck as he exploded, pouring his hot, thick essence into her. Lillith's narrow channel clenched around him in response to each pulse of release, and the demon's eyes rolled back and he groaned richly as it excruciatingly milked his cock of more semen, pumping him hard until he was empty.

When it was over, there were tears and beads of sweat streaming down her face. Her heart pounded as if she had just ran a marathon, and her body tingled and twitched with aftershocks.

Demiurge waited until the last tremor shot through her, allowing her body to relax itself before slowly, carefully withdrawing his organ from her. She winced but otherwise had little reaction, too dazed by the power of her climax to worry about it. The level of satisfaction he felt in that moment was unrivaled by any. Endorphins flooded his bloodstream. Fuck, was that incredible. He had been wanting to do that for so long, and it grandly exceeded his expectations. Frankly, he was surprised by how well she handled it. He lifted off of her slightly, giving her some space to catch her breath.

The moment he was off of her, Lillith eased herself off of the desk and limped to a nearby couch, (which, now that she realized it was there, she would have greatly preferred to be taken on that) and huddled into the corner of it. She was on edge and beyond wary, her eyes scanning his mannerisms frantically.

She watched as he tucked himself away and straightened his suit, and to her surprise, he then approached the same piece of furniture and leaned back and settled into the opposite side of it. His attention left her, he adjusted his spectacles and his head turned to stare vacantly at nothing. She was shocked; he didn't just up and leave as usual, and was apparently content to lounge about as he was.

Then she remembered she was in his quarters. His domain. If anyone should leave, it should be her.

But it still hurt too much to move more than a few steps at a time, which he must be well aware of or he would have certainly ordered her away by now.

Her eyes darted around, catching her gag, or his tie, rather, on the ground, and debated whether or not she should get it for him, just to alleviate her own stress.

Instead, his servant curled her knees up to her chest. It was quiet, the distilled silence of the room about to implode under the weight of her anxiety. She stared at him, her eyes having never been wider, not knowing what the hell was going to happen nor what she should do about it.

Last time...last time, and every time before, he'd just up and left, leaving her to her own devices to deal with the aftermath. But...he hadn't vanished this time, and from the look of it, he wasn't planning on it any time soon. The way he'd dismissed himself from her just now was almost too sudden, and his seeming lassitude of disinterest worried her. She watched him like a hawk.

Awkwardness quickly began to thicken the air between them, though she was wondering if she was the only one feeling it. He'd sprawled back in his seat, resting one forearm on the arm of the couch, his legs outstretched and spread wide. Her eyes flickered over him, as if mentally imprinting on him for future reference. After a few moments she gulped and tore her eyes away.

Lillith felt like she was standing alone in the middle of his room. What was she supposed to do? Just play it off like everything he did was no big deal? Apparently, that was the angle he was going for. While she thought that would be best, it was simply impossible.

What he'd done...the dirty, forbidden thing he'd done to her...she wasn't mentally prepared to deal with that. While he mercifully made sure it didn't hurt too badly, and was even kind enough to ease her into it (unlike every other time it was forced upon her), it was still a brutal punishment, especially with the thickness of his organ.

She ran a hand around one of her wrists, soothing the red marks Shadow Demon's grasp had left. It was over now, but she was still panting heavily, her senses still heightened to the extreme, still waiting for Demiurge to turn back and tell her this was nothing but a brief intermission. But he didn't. He didn't do anything. He just stared out at the fireplace, his crystalline eyes reflecting the flames and glowing like smoldering embers.

Lillith thought she must have been sitting there, twitching and gawking like an idiot, for about an hour now; but after gathering the courage to turn her head away from him, she realized that couldn't have been but a minute or two. She took a deep breath, trying to clear out the mental fog of anxiety. If he was going to pretend nothing happened, then she would too.

Her eyes scanned the room, and her gaze fell to the remaining dark spot where the large bloodstain once was. She had scrubbed it numerous times, but could never get rid of the remnant shadow completely, but he seemed to not be bothered by it.

She decided to break the silence. Small talk was better than this overwhelming awkwardness.

"What...what was that bloodstain on the floor from, if you don't mind me asking?" She curiously inquired. She had always wondered, but been too afraid to ask. Now was as good a time as any, she supposed.

"My last, and less obedient servant." Demiurge said, not missing a beat.

Lillith's eyes widened. Demiurge caught her anxious gaze, and could see all the questions she wanted to ask bubbling to the surface, but she respectfully held her tongue. So he answered them for her.

"She was obtained from the royal capital, and I paid the highest bid for her. I had even made arrangements with our Lord for her to be granted protection, and equal rights as the other maid staff and servants. She was a beautiful specimen, and I had high expectations..." He turned towards Lillith, licking his lips as he continued.

But she absolutely hated me." He said with a wry grin, and a chuckle, lightly shaking his head. "Her owner was supposed to be human. A rich man, or so she hoped. Imagine how furious and terrified she was when she learned the one who bought her was not royalty of any sort, or a wealthy landowner, but Nazarick's Lead Strategist and Commander of Defenses; an Arch Devil."

Lillith said nothing, and could only listen.

"She knew by with what was paid, I was not poor, nor would she be living in squalor by any means, she would be well cared for. But that was not what frightened and infuriated her. It was the fact that I was a demon; inhuman; that was what she could not stand. I couldn't walk within ten feet of her without her flying into a hysterical panic and shrieking at me to get away."

"And much like when you were first assigned to me, I tested her through a dream first, to see if there was any possible way she would take to me. Even in her subconscious, she'd fight me tooth and nail and scream until her throat bled; it didn't matter if I changed my appearance to look like a human or not, she knew what I really was. And she was beyond repulsed. I was no more than a monster in her eyes."

His voice betrayed nothing, neither did his face. But Lillith knew behind the shield of his spectacles there had to be just the briefest flicker of hurt.

"Needless to say, she was far less...amiable, or open-minded than you are. But you, on the other hand," Demiurge smiled wickedly. "You passed that test with flying colors. While you were afraid at first, which was to be expected, not only were you not completely repulsed by me, you seemed to be...accepting of my attentions. I couldn't have been more pleased."

"Oh." Was all Lillith could say, as she processed what she had just been told.

She swallowed thickly as she realized her reaction within the dream she had when she was first assigned to him was very possibly what determined if she lived or died.

She then found herself wondering why anyone would find him repulsive by looks alone. His coldness, his aggression and cruelty perhaps would be understandable. But Lillith always thought him to be handsome; even with his sharp ears, his tail and hidden wings, while they were indeed inhuman features, she thought they perfectly suited him, and were beautiful and elegant in their own way.

"But as for her...quite disappointingly, there wasn't any way to make it work; though it was not from lack of trying. I tried to be kind, tried to be gentle, and gave her plenty of space. I offered to provide her with anything that might make her more comfortable, and she refused. For six months I tried. I watched closely for any sign that she may be warming up to me, that things might change. " He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"But every chance she had, she attempted to escape. She also disrespected me in every possible way, at every opportunity; eventually she was looking for reasons for me to get rid of her or even kill her. She actually preferred death over being mine...and then one day, she found a way out; she spoke ill of Lord Ainz Ooal Gown. So...I tore her throat out where she stood." He admitted.

Lillith's eyes grew bigger. But not for the reasons he thought.

"...It was such a waste..." He sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowing. Whether he meant a waste of money, waste of time, or a waste of life, or possibly all of the above was unclear.

The Arch Devil stewed for a moment, and then cast his gaze back to his servant.

"It is remarkable...how much you look like her." He said, narrowing his gaze as he studied her face. "I could even believe you were sisters."

"And yet...you are nothing alike...but regretfully, all of my anger towards her, has been inadvertently directed at you."

It wasn't exactly an apology, but Lillith knew it was the closest to one she would ever get. It was at least an explanation, if nothing else.

Lillith took a few minutes to absorb all she had been told, and was starting to see everything more clearly.

"...For years, human men were the ones who raped and hurt me...I was nothing to them; an object. A whore. Sometimes they paid just to beat me bloody, to make me scream and cause pain. There was never any rhyme or reason to it." Lillith swallowed. "I could only think it was maybe so they wouldn't take it out on their wives or whoever else they were actually angry at. But, out of all who I've served, you have been the least cruel to me." She said.

Demiurge raised an eyebrow, as though he found that hard to believe, but said nothing.

"You have more power to do far worse than any of those men, but you haven't. They took all they wanted from me, and gave nothing in return. The difference is that you actually shared the pleasure you took. Before meeting you, I never enjoyed anything I was forced into. I didn't even know it was possible for any of it to feel good at all. Because of you, I now know I can feel something other than pain, anger, or disgust with what used to be nothing but suffering."

Again her master was silent.

Lillith's smile grew.

"I never would have believed an Arch Devil could be more merciful, and more considerate than a man."

Lillith was then quiet, but mainly because she was thinking. This went far deeper than she could have imagined.

Now it made perfect sense as to why Sebas was so worried about her falling into his hands. He wasn't really prying, or trying to control her life, he was terrified she would do something to upset him and end up dead like his last servant did.

And it was no wonder Demiurge got so angry when she touched him without permission for the first time at the ranch; it stemmed from the fear of her discovering his wings, his most inhuman feature, one he had kept closely guarded when in her presence. And when she disobeyed, or pulled away from or resisted him, it all had reminded him of her. That must be why he drugged her, locked her in the room at the ranch and forced her into the retraining. He was noticing her failure to kneel, her disobedience and was afraid she was going to turn out like his last servant_._ And for her to look so similar to her, had to make it all the more difficult for him.

'Tell me how much of a monster I am , and how much you hate me for it.'

Now those words he spoke made sense.

There actually was a method to his madness. He had his reasons for everything; it wasn't merely just psychotic, blatant cruelty (though as a demon, of course that was at least a portion of it).

The pieces of the puzzle were all beginning to fall into place.

Demiurge looked like he was waiting for her to say something.

"...I'm sorry she was so shallow and close-minded. I may be truly afraid of you sometimes, but...I could never find you repulsive, master...in fact, I always thought you were handsome." She said, meekly assuring him. She looked him in the eye so he knew she was being truthful.

"Is that why you can never keep your hands off of me?" He said with a devious playfulness in his voice, a grin slowly creeping over his formerly solemn expression.

"Honestly, yes." Lillith smiled coyly. "And what makes you not human, is what I think is most interesting about you. Your ears, your wings, and your tail. They suit you perfectly. You should never have to hide them, for or from anyone."

The demon's face didn't change much, but his crystalline eyes beamed at her.

Finally, they had reached somewhat of an understanding.

"You must be tired, pet. Rest now."

Lillith obeyed and shifted to rest her head against the couch, and her eyes drifted towards the area above the hearth. She squinted, and the demon could see something made her uneasy.

The demon's features flickered in the firelight, and nodded towards the image that had her so curious. “That image there is called The Nightmare, and it is a painting from Lord Ulbert's realm, or so I was told." Demiurge motioned upward at the dreaming woman. “The human is asleep, but is seemingly stuck in a dreadful limbo of nightmares due to the incubus, which rests upon her. Because of the erotic positioning of the woman, some believe it is an incubus demon draining her life force as she sleeps in a dream enveloped in erotic lust and love." He flickered his gaze towards Lillith. “I cannot help but wonder, would it be so horrific a death if you were in the thralls of ecstasy?"

The thought wasn't something she wanted to dwell on given her own nightmares as of late. Lillith fidgeted with her fingers as she glanced away. “If nightmares really had the power to kill you, I don't think I'd ever want to sleep again." She quipped.