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"I'm so sorry...I told him we should go inside, but he wouldn't listen...once he's in that state of mind, there is no reasoning with him." Lillith tried to apologize for the vicious carnal scene.

While Lillith was thrilled to have her friend back home, the following day she had a difficult time looking Tuare in the eye after knowing what she saw. Her friend had absolute horror etched on her face, and Lillith knew she had to have witnessed more a mere minute of what transpired.

"There's no need to apologize. I just happened to look out the window at that time." Tuare said, but it was obvious that she was trying to make her feel less guilty about it. "But I have to say, from what little I saw, that was...intense."

Lillith blushed an impossibly deep shade of red and wanted to crawl in a hole. She was utterly mortified. She knew her friend didn't just happen to glance out the window; she had looked outside because she no doubt heard her screaming bloody murder as the Arch Devil viciously fucked her senseless.

"I wish Sebas would love me like that." Tuare said briskly.

Lillith's eyes bulged; she was caught completely off guard by the brazen statement.

"Wait...have you...and Sebas...?" Lillith started, momentarily forgetting her own embarrassment as the gravity of what Tuare just said sank in.

"No," Tuare sighed. "But I wish we did. I think he feels like he would be taking advantage of me, but I don't feel that way at all. I love him, and I think he may feel the same way, but he is afraid to act on it." She explained.

Lillith was genuinely surprised. She knew Tuare was close with the Butler of Nazarick, but didn't know she felt that way about him.

"Have you two done...anything?" Lillith probed.

"I kissed him, and he let me, but then he just kind of froze." She admitted. "I'm not sure he really knows what to do. That or he's just afraid to."

"Have you told him that you...you know, want to?" Lillith asked.

"No...I'm not sure how he would take it." Tuare said meekly.

"The worst he can say is no." Lillith said. "He just might need to hear from you that you do really want him in that way."

"I know, I'm just...I don't know. I've never really wanted to before, and I've never felt like it was ever anything more than work. It never had meaning. But now, I think with him I would enjoy it. He's the first person who showed me any real kindness, and he treats me like a person, rather than just property." Tuare said.

"I wish I could say the same about Demiurge. To him I am just property, or a plaything; I think that alone is what gives me enough value to where he does at least care if I live or die. But I don't think he could ever love me, or is even capable of it." Lillith said, lightly shaking her head. "It's just not in his nature. But, I'm fine with that."

"Has he ever shown you any gentleness?" Tuare asked. "He looked like he's pretty...rough on you." Her eyes fell to the claw marks on her neck and the darkly bruised bite mark.

"Not really. He despises intimacy. He'll screw my brains out whenever he wants, but I can never touch him without expressed permission. He's never hugged, or held or kissed me."

Lillith thought for a moment.

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever been kissed. By anyone. Not even the clients at the brothel did that." Lillith admitted.

"Really? I think you would like it. When you do it with someone you like, it's nice." Tuare said.

"Maybe...but that is something I know for a fact Demiurge would NEVER do." Lillith said with absolute certainty.

Little did either of them know, Demiurge was using Distant Vision to spy on them both. He was quite amused to hear Tuare's reaction to the carnal scene and his servant's humiliation made it all the better.

And he was ultimately pleased to discover there was something his servant had not had done to her before. Initially, he had no interest in performing this act on her whatsoever. But now that he knew she had actually never experienced it, and she was convinced he wouldn't try it on her, he took that as a challenge. He now saw it as something he could lay claim to, and take from her. While a kiss could be considered intimate, in his hands it could also be turned into something aggressive and dominating. The way he saw it, the mouth is an orifice, and something that could just as easily be taken advantage of as the rest of her body. Something he could plunder. He had quite the skilled mouth, and he would relish overpowering hers with his.

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Lillith quietly rapped on Demiurge's door. To her surprise he did not answer. Perhaps he was busy. She patiently waited outside for permission to enter, and she allowed two minutes to pass before knocking again. When four minutes had crawled by without a response she opened it so she could leave his cup of tea on his desk.

She took three steps inside and to her shock she suddenly found his grasp wrapped around her upper arms, making the cup fall from her hand to spill with a clatter onto the floor; she was immediately slammed against the wall, face to face with the demon, his crystalline eyes burning with fury into hers.

'What did I do?!'

"Your failure to kneel yesterday will be addressed now." The Arch Devil hissed.

'Oh shit. I'm dead!'

She breathed rapidly, afraid he was going to kill her. She did indeed fail to kneel to him yesterday, with all that had been weighing on her mind and after being discovered in the hot spring by him she had forgotten to do so. That was one of the reasons she was forced into a retraining, so it was now an even more grave and insubordinate offense than before. She knew he would show no mercy, and she waited for his killing strike to come.

The demon shifted his grip and gathered her wrists into one hand.

With his other he reached down, and unfastened his belt. For a moment his servant was relieved as she thought he was just going to fuck her again...but then he rapidly slid it out of the loops with his free hand, pulling it free; he cracked it threateningly.

"What are you- you aren't going to whip me with that, are you?" she asked, shocked and appalled.

Demiurge's grin was wicked and dastardly.

"That is exactly what I intend to do." He hissed with fangs in his smile, and released her wrists, taking few steps back.

He paced in front of her, his metal-plated tail swinging from side to side, like a predator having cornered his prey. She remained in place and didn't bother trying to move, having effectively learned not to try to struggle or flee, especially after her previous training with a bullwhip only about two weeks ago. Her master stood before and stared down at her with ice in his gaze, holding his belt in his hands behind his back and daring her to try to run or fight.

"Turn around, bend over and place your hands against the wall." He ordered.

Lillith was frozen in fear. He was really going to hit her. She had a brief and horrifying flashback of when he threw the scalpel at the prisoner and hit him in the throat with pinpoint precision, killing him. And she also remembered how accurate he was with the bullwhip when he narrowly missed her toes when she failed to remain on all fours as ordered. He could kill her so easily. Too easily.

"Before we start, understand that this is a lesson in submission, not just blatant cruelty." The Arch Devil said, and growing impatient, he grabbed her by the front of her maid's dress as he whirled her around the rest of the way and pushed her into the position in question.

But she knew better. He was a demon, and thrived on cruelty and the pain and suffering of others.

She yelped in protest, but could do nothing as he took hold of the hem of the back of her dress and ripped it up the center, yanking her this way and that as he tore it open with sheer force rather than his talons. She gasped and cringed, drawing her hands protectively up to her body but he was quick to take hold of her arms and roughly pin them back to the wall on either side of her face, and then took a step back. She shifted uncomfortably, but was afraid to squirm too much should he strike her in retaliation.

Lillith had her back to him, and was thankful she didn't have the added intimidation and disgrace of having to stare at his face which was harshly etched with rage. He had her backside vulnerably exposed, but she was afraid to glance back at him. She tried to listen to determine whatever it was Demiurge was doing behind her.

He stepped back towards her after she settled and leaned over her, his own arms caging hers; he was standing so close she could feel his breath tickling her shoulders and the heat from his torso as it radiated against her bare back. She tried not to cringe as he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her fear.

The Arch Devil looked down on her, cataloging pros and cons as well as all his twisted, delicious desires. He removed one hand from the wall to run it down the curve of her waist, and hooked a finger around the torn hem of her dress, parting the rip like a curtain over her backside. She stood still, completely motionless. It briefly crossed Lillith's mind to kick at him, out of fear of the force he would put behind the lashings, but she knew better.

He removed his arms from the wall and he ran both hands up the sides of her thighs, letting them linger at the lace of her panties. Of course, today would be the day she decided to wear what he had supplied for her (for his own pleasure, of course), which was a tastily risque; a black thong with lacy scarlet trim.

Lillith knew if the demon wasn't already hard, he sure as Hell was now.

'Shit.'

His gloved hands moved up to caress the bare skin of her plump rear, and he licked his lips.

After glimpsing what she was wearing beneath the dress, Demiurge seriously debated just forgetting the punishment and fucking her like this instead. Her beautifully exposed ass was extremely tempting and distracting from his main objective. However...her failure to kneel had to be addressed, as he had already overlooked it in favor of fucking her senseless once already.

"Lashings are more effective when inflicted on bare skin, as there is more of a sting," He informed her of the obvious, still feeling her up, and scrunching the lace further up her backside. He couldn't resist giving her bottom a light squeeze while he had it in his grasp, and her breath hitched in her throat. Lillith tried, very, very hard not to shiver all over.

He took a few steps back.

"Now...on how many occasions have you failed to kneel to me, altogether? There is at least seven that I have counted." He said, and wound his arm back to snap the belt hard clear across her rear. She yelped and jumped into the wall.

The Arch Devil drew back again and swung his arm a little harder. Lillith let out a scream as the belt bit into her skin, but had no time to compose herself when an even more intense pain hit her again. It seemed he was upping the force with each offense. She tried to wince the sting away, her legs shaking beneath her against her will. It burned more and more each time, and she wasn't convinced the last one he had not magically set on fire.

"And how many times did you touch me without granted permission? Three times, wasn't it?" The next hits came in quick succession, pulling a broken wail from her throat.

It was more than that, but she didn't dare correct him.

He whipped her again, possibly remembering an additional offense, or maybe just for the Hell of it, a snarl leaving his lips with the force he put behind it.

Lillith shrieked, her body tensing and trembling, not so much from the pain, which was agonizing enough, but from the anticipation of it. While it hurt like Hell, she was pretty positive Demiurge was using no more than a flick of his wrist. She dreaded what it would feel like if he used full force; she would not only be bleeding, she would not have an ass left before it was over.

Demiurge took another step away, looking Lillith's backside up and down as he watched the way she cringed and shivered with after shocks. Glowing red welts were already blooming across her rear, and a part of him wanted to drop to his knees and drag his tongue across them; another darker part of him wanted to turn them purple.

"Master, I...I'm sorry," she said, her voice fighting hard to restrain a quiver. Demiurge's arm, which had been starting to draw back again, froze in place.

"Excuse me?" he asked, lowering his arm as Lillith's shoulders slowly sagged.

"I'm sorry."

"You wouldn't happen to be saying this in an attempt to get out of the remainder of your punishment, would you?" He growled. Lillith closed her eyes, and swallowed thickly.

"No. I really did not mean to fail to kneel to you when you returned. I had been so worried and lost without Tuare. And then you left too...I...had not been alone like that since being brought here. I was scared. And I thought Shalltear would kill me for sure without you around. It-it reminded me of...only terrible things happened at the brothel when we were alone. I shut down, and wasn't thinking." She looked back at him, and to his surprise, her eyes were sincere.

Trauma.

Demiurge had almost forgotten she was intended to be an experiment based around trauma and how it affects the human body and mind.

But this had turned into something else entirely. After she fell to her knees in fear at the mere sight of him, he was determined to make her not only a personal servant, but his pleasure slave, and she was one he found grandly entertaining to torment. In the thrill of it all and whilst molding her, perfecting her to be and do what he wanted, he had forgotten she had been severely traumatized not only by him during this process, but by her previous life and horrific experiences in the brothel Sebas had rescued her from, long before he got his hands on her.

It was not intentional disobedience or failure to submit to his authority. It was a result of her previous and current psychological trauma; it was not her fault and still, she apologized to him for it.

His servant didn't know if it were seconds or minutes that ticked by as they stood there, her hands still to the wall, his chest still heaving with rage and she trembled in agony in front of him. The demon's strenuous breathing and Lillith's short and quick pants of pain were the only sounds filling the narrow distance between them. His fingers tightened around the belt, and then he tossed it aside. His hateful expression softened and the fiery aura retreated around him, only to condense within his eyes, and he sighed.

Lillith blinked. It was like the dissolve of his burning rage was the button that needed to be pushed in order to resume play on Lillith's brain. He pulled her away from the wall by her forearms, turning her towards him and stared at her face searchingly, as though he were looking for tells of deception.

Then she remembered the last dream he invaded, and how it was frighteningly aligning with this moment...before it ended with him tearing her throat out with his fangs.

She took a breath, her chest expanding against his and she curled her tongue as if to speak.

"Please, forgiv-" She managed to get out, before being viciously cut off by Demiurge's mouth pressing forcefully into hers.

Lillith gasped and shrieked, trying uselessly to recoil from his invasion, afraid the demon was biting her face. The idea of a kiss from him was completely outside the realm of reality to her.

Demiurge's mouth sieged and claimed Lillith's with brutal savagery. The Arch Devil's strong and skilled tongue pried open Lillith's blind-sighted lips and quickly began devouring and raping hers. He gripped her arms tighter and groaned against her. His servant wriggled within what space she had left, but with no avail. His tongue whirled around hers, coaxing it into some kind of movement and he started biting down on her lower lip, his fangs sharp as knives on her tender flesh. For a brief moment she remembered how easily he could tear her throat out with those fangs, and it surged fearful adrenaline through her veins. Lillith continued to cry out, but the pleas were left muffled and trapped within Demiurge's ravenous mouth.

Seeing he was getting nowhere with his viciously aggressive approach (as much as he enjoyed it), he dialed it back a notch and slowed down, allowing her to catch up.

Demiurge's mouth molded to hers with a skill only attainable from lifetimes of practice, and his tongue expertly curled in her mouth, urging hers to life. She still breathed rapidly through her nose, and then it dawned on her what he was actually doing. He wasn't trying to bite her, he was kissing her. And then Lillith felt her tongue twinge against his, and her eyes blazed anew with determination when she realized it was of her own accord. With new found strength she feverishly tried to kiss him back with her coy and inexperienced mouth like her life depended on it.

He fought the urge to laugh when she reacted as though he were trying to devour her alive. It was true, she had never been kissed; she was so unfamiliar with it that it took her a full two minutes to finally comprehend what was happening before she meekly responded with her timid tongue.

But she made an earnest effort to keep up with him, and was clearly enjoying what he was doing.

Finally getting the desired response, Demiurge snarled hungrily into her, releasing her arms to reach down to grab her ass in both hands and pull her flush against his hips. She recoiled reflexively and screamed, then grimaced. However he refused to release her, and she felt his length throbbing against her inner thigh.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, not bothering to be gentle on the fresh wounds in his claws.

Lillith whimpered, pleading for mercy. Fuck, her skin was tender. His fingers felt like glowing hot irons against the reddened and battered flesh. He took the involuntary shiver that coursed through her as a 'yes'.

"Good." he murmured. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes..." It was all she could muster in her agony.

"I'm starting to wonder if you purposefully forget because you enjoy being disciplined." He playfully implied, an evil grin ghosting his lips.

Lillith was afraid to agree or disagree. She was in too much pain.

"Drink this." He said, letting the comment go unanswered. He pulled a small red vial of healing potion out of the breast pocket of his suit.

Lillith reached for it, and he suddenly pulled his hand back.

"Half. You can have HALF , as the marks will serve as a temporary reminder lest you continuously forget again." He said, his crystalline gaze cold and stern.

Demiurge would only allow her to have enough to take the edge off the agony, and that was all.

Lillith nodded and readily accepted his terms, as some relief was better than none with how badly it burned. He passed it to her, and she obeyed, downing only half of the healing potion. The sting started to numb, but it did not fade completely. As soon as she pulled it away from her lips, the demon snatched it from her hand and threw it against the wall where it shattered on impact, the rest of it wasted. He then grabbed the back of her nape and crashed her mouth back into his.

"Permitted." He murmured into her lips, granting her the right to engage in further contact.

Lillith then eagerly snaked her arms around him, digging her fingers into his back and dragging them downward harshly, as if trying to punish him for punishing her. The Arch Devil growled against her, and pushed his body harder into hers, his talons pricking into her flesh as his hands cruelly squeezed her still tender rear. His servant hissed in pain and grabbed and clawed at his biceps over his suit, huffing as she struggled for breath while he continued to pillage and plunder her vulnerable mouth.

Lillth knew he was only kissing her because he must have somehow overheard her conversation with Tuare, and was well aware this was not based on any humanistic affection for her, but that as an ever-greedy demon he saw this as another thing he could selfishly claim for himself.

But despite that...what he was doing left nothing to be desired. Tuare was right; it was an extremely enjoyable act. She was pleasantly surprised that her master tasted of tea and cinnamon. The Arch Devil's mouth was hungry, aggressive and dominating, and with it he owned hers completely.

Reaching down, he wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and pulled her up, placing her legs around his hips as he turned and sat her down on a dresser nearby. She winced in discomfort as all of her weight was pressed on her tender rear. The demon leaned into her, holding her at the nape while his mouth continued to ravage hers, then reached past her to sweep the contents of the dresser's surface off. Lillith's eyes darted over reflexively as all the random skulls and bones crashed to the floor and was thus winded when his hand curled around the front of her torn dress and slammed her back flat against the length of the dresser. He held her secured with a gloved hand splayed over her sternum, then made quick work shredding away the remainder of her skirt with his talons. He knelt down then, taking hold of her leg. His free hand traveled up her thigh, and pressed down on her abdomen with his other to hold her in place.

His mouth followed in the wake of his hand, his tongue flickering out to graze across her skin the closer to came to her heated entrance. She arched her back from the anticipation and looked away, closing her eyes. Her skin was tingling with the desire to have his mouth on her there and so she conceded to let him have his way. With a sharp yank he tore her panties clean off and the force of the motion burned the insides of her thighs, causing her to hiss in pain. It was short-lived, however, as his breath on her was warm and moist as it puffed along her entrance, his movements slow and exploring. His tongue moved lower, and trailed along the length of her opening, precariously sinking in a little further with each pass.

He watched her like the predator he was, visually devouring every little mannerism, every tremor and subtle flinch she gave him.

Lillith gasped, her voice peaking in a breathy moan as his tongue fully entered her. So hot and soft, he pierced her forcefully, moving about her insides with meticulous precision. He withdrew, then pressed deeper and she found her thighs trembling as she fought the urge to squeeze them together. He held her legs open, but there was no need, she was doing it for him, all on her own. He angled his head and plunged his tongue further into her, tasting and feeling his way. The heel of his hand pressed down on her stomach and suddenly the sensation became sharper as he began to thrust in and out rhythmically, fucking her with his tongue. She cried out and began to twist atop the dresser, but his other hand holding her leg over his shoulder kept her in place. He was pleased with this response, and greedily wanted more. Demiurge altered the position of one of his hands to press a thumb against her clit.

Lillith's back arched with the sudden sensation, and her mouth dropped open, unable to stop a reflexive gasp. Demiurge smiled from his spot, the added victory giving him the closure to close his eyes as he plunged deeper and more fervently and she whined.

Tortuously he then pulled back, and twirled his tongue around her sensitive bud, his hot breath scorching her as she moaned with the frustrating desire to be filled again.

"Please..." She whimpered. "Master..."

Her voice was so needy and desperate; but he still selfishly wanted to watch her squirm for a while longer before giving in to fill her with what she desired most.

He let go of her leg and retracted his talons to fill her with a finger, thrusting deep as the hand on her stomach pressed harder. She writhed and a high moan left her lungs as he sank in to the knuckle, and he grinned carnivorously at her wanton cry. Her legs began to move restlessly, her heels digging into his back.

A second finger joined the first, moving inside her, while still flicking his tongue over her pearl, creating a more severe, acute pleasure. The sensation grew within her until it was almost unbearable. Her toes began to curl in rhythm with his movements while her body jerked and twisted, fighting to remove his hand from the spot it had so purposefully claimed.

Demiurge pressed harder, knowing the effect he had on her and denying her slightest wriggling. He curled and hooked his fingers, making each thrust more pointed and deliberate. His lips left her cleft and moved to suck on the artery pulsing wildly at the base of her thigh. She could feel the demon's fangs as they scraped against her skin, raising his head to watch her. He moved his fingers faster, harder, until the hand at her stomach could feel himself moving inside her.

He then bit down, sending a sharp, searing sensation that flared heat, pain, pressure and pleasure amidst everything else that already tormented and burgeoned between her thighs. It was too fast, too much to restrain. He sucked harder, drinking her blood hungrily. Her breathing quickened, becoming light and feathered.

He pulled his mouth away and leaned over her, his fingers moving hard and deep as he bit raggedly along her collarbone. The Arch Devil then slipped in a third finger and she twisted beneath him at the added penetration, her voice climbing an octave higher.

As he continued to plunge, he moved further up her body to drag his tongue up from her neck to the side of her face. Her throat was hot, her face was just as heated. The air in her lungs fumed. And he could smell her body's cry for ecstasy.

He watched her lips part as she inhaled sharply when he curled his digits back, pressing the hidden bundle of nerves inside her with perfect precision. A broken scream tore from her lips and he felt her walls squeeze tightly around his gloved fingers, the result of his torture soaking them and running down over his palm. He chuckled low in his throat at how hard she came for him.

In her daze of ecstasy she hadn't thought there to be any significance when his hand withdrew from her, but she soon realized where it had gone when she heard him unfasten his pants and felt the burning, silken head of his throbbing erection pressing between her folds. The titillation was enough to make her explode with needy impatience.

Demiurge glided his tip up and down along her slick opening, cruelly tormenting his servant. She writhed and whined, wordlessly begging to be filled.

"Will you fail to kneel to me ever again?" He growled.

"No...I promise." She uttered between heavy breaths, her eyes meeting an unexpectedly hateful gaze. He was still quite upset about it.

"Good. Because if you do..." The demon slipped his member lower and threatening pressed against the ring of puckered flesh. Her eyes went wide with panic and she cringed hard, then winced, almost forgetting about her still wounded rear. Now she was struggling to get out from under him, but he held her firmly in place.

"...I'll be taking what I want from here instead." He hissed.

Demiurge detected the scent of fear heavily blooming all over her again, damn near drowning out the overwhelming aroma of her and his arousal and he grinned wickedly, as he did not expect that intense of a reaction.

"Please, master, _ NO!" She whimpered in terror, the mischief and cruel intent in his eyes frighteningly real. "_Please, _ don't!_"

What he was threatening to do had only ever been agonizingly painful for her, and with his size and inhuman strength he was sure to rip her apart.

"Then see that you don't fail me. In any way." He said with narrowed eyes, and returned to her slick opening.

Lillith sighed heavily in relief.

The Arch Devil pressed into her and then, without restraint, took hold of her hips and pulled her sharply onto him.

Lillith's back arched and a high cry burst from her lungs as he buried himself deep within her, finally giving her what she craved. Demiurge groaned, his eyes sliding shut as he relished how swollen her walls were from orgasm. He then pulled back to thrust himself in again, and she quivered around him.

The Arch Devil hissed; the feeling of her tightening around him and searing him with her internal heat was intoxicating. He wedged his elbows above her shoulders, restricting her movements, and took her roughly. Her legs locked around his hips and her arms clawed into his back through the cloth of his suit as he pounded her and the dresser back inch by inch. The demon licked and bit at her neck, loving the taste of her fear, panting into her heated skin.

Her maid's dress was too much for her, the still intact bodice was driving her crazy. She thought about how to best pull it off, and she wriggled uncomfortably beneath him. Sensing her inner struggle, Demiurge was only too happy to rip it off the rest of the way for her. His hands moved to her hips, and he jerked her back to the edge of the dresser, thrusting into her deeper than before. He then bit at her neck as his talons extended themselves by mere thought and he proceeded to shred the remainder of the dress into ribbons.

Lillith wasn't sure how he'd done it so fast as he was suddenly tearing the ragged remnants off of her, but was grateful nonetheless as she felt air finally cooling her overheating body. Demiurge continued to drive into her aggressively, picking up his punishing pace.

His servant wailed beneath him, and he reached for her throat to lift her head up so he could savagely claim her mouth again, and swallow her scream. Lillith warred with his tongue, and slid her hands up from his back to run her fingers through her master's spiky hair. He tensed at the somewhat intimate gesture, and she noticed his discomfort. As he bit down harshly on her lower lip in retaliation, she grabbed a fistful of his dark mane and pulled hard, trying to counteract her mistake by matching his aggression. The Arch Devil groaned throatily, pleasure lacing his vocal approval, and he tightened his grip on her neck and began to plunge into her more ardently.

The demon watched as her mouth fell open, her chest rising as she arched, another climax hitting her as hard and fast as he was fucking her. Her channel wrenched around his member, and he inhaled sharply and pressed through it as she threw her head back and a scream tore unbridled from her mouth, her nails scraping down his neck and down over his shoulder blades, causing his wings to explode out of his back. They loudly flared to life and wrapped around them both, eclipsing them in shadow. Demiurge extended his right one closer to her, hovering the wingtip over her face.

"Suck." He ordered.

Lillith was still panting heavily but obeyed, and took his clawed fingertip of his massive wing into her mouth, curling her tongue around it and sucking hard. A rich moan left him, and his hand released her throat to harshly rake his claws into the surface of the dresser, leaving long deep grooves in the wood.

"Good girl..." He murmured breathily.

His thrusts slowed to a steady rhythm, thoroughly enjoying himself and trying to draw it out for as long as he could stand.

Lillith looked up at him to see his eyes glittering like gold in the dim amber light of his wings, the hatred is his gaze melting away to be replaced by pure rapture.

Demiurge then withdrew the claw of his wing from her eager mouth and unexpectedly scooped her up off of the dresser, holding her suspended by the backs of her thighs and crushed her against the wall; again she folded her legs around his narrow waist as he sieged her mouth again, his tongue battling hers.

The Arch Devil cradled her bottom with his clawed hands and she winced in pain; he then began to lift her up and down along his length, the burning sting ebbing to give way to absolutely sinful pleasure as he plunged her downward onto his thick shaft while also thrusting viciously, the sheer force of the combined movements stealing the breath from her lungs. He allowed her head to fall forward, her cheek resting against the cool steel of his many earrings.

Noticing how close she was to one of his major sensitivities, she turned her face towards his sharp ear, and ran her tongue along its elegant curve. The demon hissed through his fangs in response, and shuddered. Lillith reached for one of his wings, and stroked its muscular arm, while simultaneously teasing his earlobe with her teeth. His jaw dropped in a silent cry, the pleasure excruciating, almost painfully intense. His breath came in fast and ragged as he was nearly overwhelmed by the combined sensations.

Then she began gently sucking, and his senses went reeling, and he spiraled downward into a gray velvet haze as he nearly came undone.

"Lillith..." Demiurge murmured, his gemstone eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she exquisitely tormented his two most sensitive areas.

His servant gasped, and she felt desire flooding her veins. The Arch Devil had only ever referred to her as 'human', 'insubordinate bitch' or 'his servant'. She had never heard her given name on her master's lips before, and hearing him say it so heatedly set her blood ablaze, and nearly sent her over the edge.

She traced the cartilage of the delicate curve again, until she reached the pointed tip of it, and she wrapped her lips around it to suck. The demon let out a gasping moan, and she felt his member throb inside her as he released a spurt of pre-ejaculate. The Arch Devil suddenly locked his arms in a vice around her and began to thrust more fervently and erratically as he seethed through bared fangs. The feeling was so sharp, and decadent. She dropped her mouth open, gasping for breath and another flare of ecstasy bloomed in her chest. Lillith screamed out his name, her insides clenching tightly around his shaft and her scorching hot fluids surrounding him as he brought her to another, even more intense climax.

Demiurge plunged hard once more before sinking his talons mercilessly into her flesh, his wings flaring outward. Her cry was drowned out by his roar of rapture as he erupted violently, explosively within his servant. He sank his fangs into her shoulder, snarling as he spurted hard with each intensely powerful throb of molten ecstasy. He gripped Lillith tightly, and ground her into the wall, milking the orgasm for all he could get, not wanting for it to end.

The Arch Devil stood there for several minutes, gradually coming down from the soaring high, resurfacing from the haze of euphoria. He was still firmly lodged inside her and holding her trapped in his arms, his chest heaving as his breath was still strenuous, his servant panting.

He had never had a more intense orgasm in his life.

Lillith noticed a eerie stillness settle over him, and was frankly surprised he had not pushed her away from him yet, and she looked up to read a complex mixture of uncertainty, confounded frustration and discomfort on his face. She could tell there were a million thoughts running through his mind, and he was struggling to separate and focus on one at a time.

She felt compelled to try to reassure him somehow, and strained upward to kiss him again, but he huffed through his nose as he quickly turned his head away from her.

"Only during." He growled.

Demiurge saw the flicker of hurt in her eyes, but he callously brushed it off as though it didn't bother him in the least.

It didn't matter.

She couldn't matter.

"NEVER after." He spat, and coldly. "EVER."

It had to remain meaningless for the demon, despite however it made his human servant feel.

In the heat of the moment, Demiurge had made the mistake of crossing his own lines, ones he had drawn for this very reason.

And he didn't dare complicate things further than they already were...