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Flames licked at the wooden door of the shack, the tongues of fire leaving smeared trails of charcoal in their wake. The flames slithering like ghosts of scarlet and gold serpents swallowed the door whole, burning it into ash. The blackened door crumbled out of its frame to reveal a man of just over six feet in height awaiting on the other side, donned in a pressed vermilion pinstripe suit and matching tie. His hair was slicked back into jagged points and his eyes were hidden by rounded silver spectacles. He ducked his dauntingly tall frame and stepped through the doorway as though he owned the place. His fanged smile sharpening his angular features, his long, pointed ears and steel-plated tail ending in six spikes swaying behind him revealed that he was no man, but an Arch Devil.

This was Demiurge, the Commander of Defenses of Nazarick.

He clasped his black gloved hands behind his back and scanned the room, sizing up his opponents. They were four human men, and all were below level fifty. This would be far too easy, as he was a level one hundred Arch Devil.

They had been sitting around a small table playing cards. They leapt to their feet as soon as he burned the door down, and dark smoke drifted around the room. With a snap of his clawed fingers, the flames wreathing the doorway died out.

Then by mere thought, he extended his talons into gleaming, 8 inch scythes.

"Greetings, gentlemen. I regret to be the bearer of bad news, but I was sent here to kill you. However, if one of you are willing and able to provide me with the important information I seek, I would be amiable to sparing your life." Demiurge said.

One man was braver (or dumber) than the rest,; he drew his sword and in preparation to defend the hideout.

"So, let me see a show of hands; who would like to live?"

The human with the sword suddenly charged. The lithe and nimble Arch Devil ducked and dodged him easily, as the man was wearing heavy armor which weighed him down, hindering his speed and making his movements slow and cumbersome.

Demiurge snarled and spun in a rapid twist, slamming the spikes of his tail into the gang member's back like a morning star mace. There was a sickening crack and the man not only dropped his sword with a metallic clatter, but he himself dropped like a rock as his lower spine was shattered by the impact.

Demiurge laughed cruelly at the collective gasps that reached his ears as the man collapsed dead and twitching at his feet. The other three male members huddled in terror behind the table they had been playing cards at when appeared.

"Would anyone else like to die a hero today?" He said in an even tone.

This was going to be fun; Demiurge kicked the man's sword towards the humans, daring them to arm themselves and take him on. The scent of blood and fear hung heavily in the air and made him borderline psychotic with bloodlust. While he could just as easily use his Command Mantra to force the gang members to kill each other or even commit suicide by uttering how he wanted them to do it, it was far more satisfying to murder them by his own hands.

"Or are the lot of you nothing more than a collection of cowards?" He chastised them with an evil grin that was all fangs.

No one moved, all still too stunned by his sudden entrance and violent assault. He had burned the door of the shack into ashes and stepped over the threshold like he owned the place. Only one of them was brave enough to attempt to defend the hideout, and Demiurge killed him almost instantly.

"I'd expect as much from a gang associated with the Eight Fingers. Which, by the way, I killed all of them off as well." Demiurge antagonized them. "But they, however, put up a much more satisfying fight. I must say, this has been extremely disappointing so far."

The Arch Devil turned as though he were going to walk out of the raggedy shack, leaving himself open intentionally. As expected, two of the gang members took the bait. They simultaneously rushed him and he leapt and twisted in an impossibly fast roundhouse kick, his heel striking first which was then followed by the spikes of his heavy tail, tearing their chests and deltoids wide open as they reached for him. They both roared in agony and crumpled to the ground, each now sporting a deep maroon gashes of shredded muscle and flesh.

"Two against one? How dishonorable, yet expected." He sneered as he flicked his tail and flung their blood off of his living weapon, splattering with surrounding walls with crimson.

Demiurge stepped on the throat of the nearest human before plunging his scythed talons into the gaping wound, piercing his heart and lungs as though his flesh and bone were made of mere butter. His death was almost instant, save for the few seconds he choked and sputtered as he rapidly drowned in his own blood.

The Arch Devil then turned his savage gaze to the other human and bared his fangs threateningly. He watched the color drain from his face as their eyes locked, predator to wounded prey. He ripped his hand out of his body with a squelching sound and stalked towards the man. Demiurge could smell that he was drenched in fear.

"Talk. NOW." He snarled as he stared down hatefully at him.

The man curled his tongue as though to comply with his demand when a throwing knife was suddenly lodged in his windpipe, silencing him.

"Damn it!" Demiurge growled and turned towards where the third human had been huddled, to see his wrist bend in preparation to throw another at him.

"Your courage has come far too late." The demon laughed as his tail swatted the second knife he launched out of the air like a fly, and it clanged to the ground.

Demiurge retracted his talons and strode over to the final survivor, harshly grabbing him by the throat before slamming his back against the wall. He looked the man up and down; he was rather attractive. He had shoulder-length coffee-colored hair that hung loosely around his face in waves, a chiseled jaw and roman nose, and light green eyes. He was well built; not overly muscular, but leanly toned and broad-shouldered.

"You are going to talk...and if you don't..." He hissed, and drug his tongue up the side of the man's face in a slow, hot lick; a rapist's promise. The human shuddered initially, but then twisted his features into rage. "I'll make you scream and rip you apart in the worst way."

"What the Hell? You some kind of fag-"

Demiurge slapped him hard across the face, and he fell silent instantly.

"Say that word again and I'll rip your teeth out, one by one, and suffocate you with my cock." He snarled.

The human's eyes widened, and then he huffed through his nose.

"Whatever, you fucking creep. I-I'm a man's man, and I don't swing that way." He spat, but the uncertain shift of his gaze was all the Arch Devil needed to detect a deception.

'Oh, I just found my fun for this evening!'

Demiurge threw his head back and cackled.

"How ignorant you are. There is nothing more masculine than the ability to dominate your own sex, as well as the opposite. Are you really so insecure in your own sexuality that you can only get off on overpowering smaller and weaker females?" Demiurge chuckled. "So narrow-minded."

"Who cares how I get off? Why the Hell are we even having this conversation? I thought you were going to kill me, so just get on with it!" The man snapped.

"I like to play with my food first. And your little slur has me intrigued that you may not be as straight as you let on. In fact, I have found that most who abhor anything outside the norm of heterosexuality are hiding their own homosexual curiosities in shame; poorly, I might add. Why don't we test that theory?" The demon teased him.

"Hell no, get your fucking hands off me!" The man growled and struggled, but it was useless. The demon had an iron grasp.

" Bind." Demiurge waved his free hand, and glowing wheels of light adorned with ancient runes appeared and rotated before him, and suddenly the human's arms and legs and arms were bound in ropes. The human's eyes widened in terror.

"I don't think so. You started this with your little insult, so therefore you will be enduring whatever torture I decide to subject you to." Demiurge hissed, and he lowered his restrained prey to the floor. "And I am a master of torment, of both pain and pleasure. It is your choice as to what I dish out."

The Arch Devil grabbed the human's shirt and ripped it open with sheer force rather than using his claws.

"What the Hell are you doing?!" He practically shrieked, his expression one of pure horror.

"I will be learning where to focus my attentions in order to determine your sensitivities." He said clinically, trailing a finger downward as he admired his bare chest and abdomen.

"I won't have any with you, you fucking maniac!" He snarled. "So don't even try!"

His victim made it all too clear that he certainly had something to hide, and Demiurge was already 90% positive what it was. He straddled the human and slowly smoothed his hands up his abdomen, guiding them up towards to pectorals, watching his prey's face carefully. Sure enough, the rapidly growing panic in his gaze and the more fervently he struggled told him he had sensitive nipples before he had even reached them.

Demiurge narrowed his eyes and rolled his thumbs over the dusky nubs, and the human choked as he tried to swallow a moan.

"Just as I thought..." He purred. "Many males have this sensitivity. You probably don't realize it stems from all humans beginning life in the womb as female, hence why it is shared by both men and women." Demiurge assured him. "It is far more common than you think, and nothing to be ashamed of."

The gang member tried to school his face back into a scowl, but then the demon lightly pinched them with gentle pressure, earning a rich groan.

"If you like that, then you will love this..." He leaned down and swirled his hot tongue around one, pulling a broken cry from his throat. The touch of his tongue was forceful enough to massage the pliant muscles under his skin.

"Fuck..." He muttered, pissed off that he had crumbled so quickly beneath the Arch Devil's expert touch. But then his captor began to suck it while rubbing the other, and the man involuntarily arched against him.

"Oh gods!" The man let out a gasping moan and his eyes rolled back as the heat of his tongue went straight to his member.

"I could make you come for me just by doing this, couldn't I?" Demiurge hissed with a smirk. "Let's make a compromise. If you answer my questions, I'll show you pleasure you cannot even begin to fathom, and I might even let you live. But if you refuse, I'll stop right now, and this will end with you being burned alive."

"I...I...alright." He agreed, completely incoherent from the sensation flooding his nervous system. He was so hard he couldn't barely think, but he sure as Hell didn't want to stop now. And getting molested by a sexy demon was certainly preferable to being burned to death. The man gave himself entirely over to sensation, his skin drinking up every touch of strangely smooth material of the demon's gloved fingers and his sinfully skilled tongue.

"Who was in charge here?" Demiurge asked.

"The man who...attacked you when you first...walked in." He replied through strained breath.

"Are there any other hideouts associated with the Eight Fingers I should be aware of?"

"Not that...I know of." He said.

"Are you aware of any World Items or their usage?"

"There was one...that I heard had been used on a vampire, but the man who used it took off a few weeks ago and said he was headed to E-Rantel." He admitted, and gave Demiurge a name and description of who allegedly used the item.

That was a golden piece of information he had not expected.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Your information is most appreciated." Demiurge praised his captive, and decided he would follow through with his side of he bargain merely for fun, rather than killing him immediately.

With that, he began to tweak his nipples again, rolling them gently between his fingers and thumbs.

A low moan left his prey's throat, and he writhed beneath the demon. Demiurge trailed a hand down and cupped the straining bulge of his pants, making him hiss through his teeth; he tried to jerk away, but found his body urging him to lean back into the contact.

"You're fighting so hard not to like this. Why?" Demiurge asked, seeing how conflicted the human was with what he was feeling.

"B-because...it's wrong. I'm...I'm not gay." He stuttered. "I don't want to be gay."

The Arch Devil laughed. Poor brainwashed bastard. He actually found himself identifying with this sexually confused man. He was so lost and conflicted, much like how Demiurge felt when he first realized his attraction to not only men, but to his brother. In this instance, he changed his mind; he would spare this human, and would take great pleasure in corrupting his narrow-minded views in order to open his eyes to the joys and intrigue of exploring homosexuality.

"You do not have to be 'gay' to enjoy the touch of the same sex. Sexuality as well as gender is a spectrum, not as binary as you have been lead to believe. You could be bi-curious, bisexual, omnisexual, pansexual, or something else." He explained. "I myself am omnisexual. I like men, women, and everything in between. I am dominant with most of my partners, but enjoy being submissive with a special few. I have several sensitivities, and many fetishes, none of which I am ashamed of."

The human took a moment to digest his words, but still seemed torn. His mind was telling him to resist, to recoil from his touch, but his body clearly loved what the demon was doing, and the pleasure he felt was real, intense.

"If you are anything but straight in the village where I come from, they not only murder, but torture you in horrible ways. There is no forgiveness, no understanding. It is seen as an abomination against God; a cardinal sin." He said. "I...I actually envy your freedom."

"How terribly small-minded and primitive of them. Well, no one else here is alive to see this, now are they? And even if they were, who could fault you for being tempted by a Devil?" He grinned wickedly. "If you will allow me, I'll show you just how good the freedom can taste. I've decided not to kill you. This will be free of hostility and meant merely for fun and pleasure."

The man looked at him incredulously, in utter disbelief of the offer. He swallowed thickly and nervously, but he closed his eyes and nodded lightly.

Seeing as how he had little option with being bound and that the demon would most likely still take whatever he wanted by force, the gang member conceded.

When he thought about it, things could be far worse than they were. The demon was undeniably handsome, well dressed and conversationally polite. He was desirable, to put it simply. He seemed to be quite skilled, and was surprisingly understanding of his internal conflict which he had always kept deeply buried and never uttered a word of to anyone. He had not forseen this at all, much less the entirety of the turn of events that had unexpectedly occurred. He was sure the Devil was going to wipe them all out. And he probably would have without a second thought, had he not uttered that one little slur that piqued the creature's interest and gave him away completely.

"What do you want in return?" He inquired, positive there was a catch. This was an Arch Devil, after all. "My soul?"

The demon let out a low, growling chuckle and lowered his regally angular face to his, locking his crystalline stare with his jade green eyes. The man let out a startled gasp, not yet having seen the creature's eyes past the glare of his spectacles. He was stunned to discover that in the place of eyeballs were what appeared to be diamonds, with dozens of finely cut, sparkling facets. They were nothing short of mesmerizing.

"No, souls are of no use to me. I want you to not fear or loathe who you are. You cannot help who or what you are attracted to. Never apologize for your own carnal desires. Hide them if you must for your own safety, but do not scold yourself for them." Demiurge said. "That is all I desire."

Demiurge wished he had someone to assure him of the same when he had first realized his attraction to men. He spent several months wondering if there was something terribly wrong with him, or if Ulbert had somehow made a mistake when designing him, but to even consider such was blasphemy. The way he eventually rationalized it was that as his infallible creator, Ulbert could make no mistakes, and therefore he had intended him to be as he was, and to fight his true nature would be dishonoring his creator.

"R-really? That's it?" The man couldn't believe what he had just heard. The demon actually sounded sympathetic to his plight.

"Yes. I ask nothing more. May I have your first name?" Demiurge asked.

"Um...Kage." He replied. "My name is Kage."

"It is nice to meet you, Kage. I am Jaldabaoth, the Demon Emperor." The Arch Devil introduced himself under his alias.

Demiurge then lowered his mouth to twirl his hot tongue around the rosy bud again, teasing it with meticulous care. Kage groaned throatily and writhed, bound and helpless against the demon's exquisite torture. The demon retracted his talons before reaching back to unfasten the human's pants and slipped his hand inside to grasp the heated, swollen member. Kage gasped hotly as the demon curled his fingers around it with a firm grip and slowly stroked him in time with his tongue's expert touch. The hard but yielding flesh was pleasing beneath his digits. He watched the human's reactions intently, quickly learning which movement drove him most wild.

"Gods, Jaldabaoth..." He murmured, his resolve quickly crumbling.

"How far do you want to go, Kage?" Demiurge asked. "I will do whatever you wish to try. Or if you are still unsure, we can proceed as we are."

"I...I'm not sure. There are so many things I've always wanted to do, but...I've never had the opportunity." Kage confessed.

"Is this your first time with another male?"

"Actually...yes." He admitted.

Demiurge's smirk stretched into a predatory grin that showed his fangs. He had a hunch that Kage was a submissive, and simply needed him to take control and guide him in order to discover what he would find the most pleasure in.

"Then what we will proceed with is called the safe word system. I'll explore for you, and if you are uncomfortable with what I do, you will say red to stop. If you want me to slow down you will say yellow. Do you accept these terms?"

"...Y-Yes." Kage agreed. It seemed simple enough.

"Excellent. I will make sure you enjoy yourself, and promise not to intentionally harm you, unless you specifically request it." Demiurge assured him.

Kage's eyes widened in fear, and the demon laughed.

"Not one for pain, are you? I didn't mean to alarm you, but I have to consider all possible fetishes. Pain is a more common one." Demiurge chuckled. "But based on your apprehension, I will not do anything that involves intentional pain."

Relief washed over the human's features. He knew this demon could seriously fuck him up, and was terrified of him hurting him, purposefully or not.

"I will free you, but only if you promise not to try anything foolish." Demiurge offered. "I'm sure you have already deducted that I am far stronger than you, and it is quite unlikely you can harm me, but that won't stop me from killing you if you attempt to take advantage of my mercy."

"I'm not stupid enough to do that. I know I don't stand a chance against you." Kage acknowledged their vast gap in strength, casting a glance back at the corpses mere feet away.

Demiurge took him at his word, but with a grain of salt. Humans were often just as deceptive as demons, but he had a good feeling about Kage. He reached under the man and sliced the bonds around his wrists, freeing his arms and he crawled down his body to cut the ropes restraining his ankles as well.

"Thank you." Kage said, lightly rubbing the red marks on his wrists caused by his panicked struggling.

"I'm going to use my mouth you now, but I will be careful with my fangs." Demiurge said. "If you want me to stop, simply tell me so."

Kage only nodded in response, and Demiurge could hear the human's heart racing in nervous trepidation.

He wedged the human's legs apart to nestle himself in between, and dipped his head down to slowly run his tongue up the tender underside of his length. It was a pretty and curved specimen of six inches, adorned with pronounced veins and crowned by a smaller spade-shaped head, flushed purple with desperate need. Both of Kage's hands flew downward and fastened themselves in the Arch Devil's hair. The demon tensed at the unpermitted touch at first, but then he pulled his hair hard with familiar and preferable aggression and he relaxed. Demiurge's arms snaked up from where they had been resting on his thighs to tease his nipples again. A shuddering cry tore from Kage's lips and he arched upwards, only to suddenly find himself lodged deeply in the molten depths of the demon's throat.

Demiurge relished the way the human's eyes widened and his pupils dilated in rapture. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the member in his mouth.

Kage groaned low in his throat, ecstasy lacing his vocal approval. He lightly bucked into his mouth as the demon rolled his fingers over the sensitive peaks.

Demiurge began a slow pace of languid dives, and watched Kage's chartreuse eyes roll back into his skull, his hands tugging with growing insistence.

The Arch Devil brought his head up to swirl his skilled tongue around the head before sucking the engorged, silken flesh. He felt Kage's fingers dig into his scalp and he cried out his name.

The man's wanton cries grew in volume and frequency, his breath shortening. He was quickly nearing an edge he did not yet want to fall over.

"Y-yellow!" Kage uttered in a panicked voice, and he throbbed in the Arch Devil's mouth.

The demon quickly withdrew to see a heavy stream of the fluid that threatened his undoing trickling from his slit.

"Close call." Demiurge chuckled. "But you did well to remember your safe words under the circumstances."

"Sorry...it's been a while. Hard to find a woman around here, and nearly impossible to get enough alone time to satisfy myself." Kage apologized.

"It's quite alright. That will only make this all the more entertaining for me. I find nothing more arousing than a pent-up, edged cock." Demiurge grinned wickedly and narrowed his crystalline gaze, making Kage gulp. "They are so very fun to torment and tease; I'm always torn between wanting it to explode on my face or down my throat."

The human groaned. That was the hottest thing Kage had ever heard. None of the women he had ever been with spoke so openly or salaciously.

The Arch Devil slowly, tortuously brushed his gloved thumbs over the pink nubs and drug his tongue up the graceful curve of his shaft, sweeping away the clear fluid. A gravelly rumble left Kage's chest, and he rolled his hips involuntarily.

Demiurge inched nearer to the head, and tentatively stroked the valley between his swollen glans. He watched the human's eyes screw tightly shut, and his lips part as he drew ragged, desperate breaths. The demon flattened his tongue over his frenelum and sucked, earning a gasping moan.

"MMMmmm, Jaldabaoth, you're so good...I've never had better oral in my life!" He murmured praises.

Demiurge chuckled. It wasn't the first time he had heard that compliment. He knew his level of skill was attainable only by his lifetimes of practice, but humans were rather easy to bring to their knees, so to speak. Still, he loved to hear how talented he was.

Again, he tormentingly teased Kage's nipples, and he writhed in place. Demiurge wrapped his lips around his empurpled head once more, sucking ever so gently, taking great care not to set his release off.

"Ohhh...oh fuck..." He moaned. "Please...please let me come in your mouth..." Kage begged.

"Perhaps I will..." The corners of Demiurge's lips curled in a most sensuous smile, and he sat up on his knees to straddle the man and unbuttoned his own pants and freed himself.

Kage's eyes widened comically at the frightening girth the demon possessed, and hoped like Hell he wasn't going to try to force that monster cock inside of him.

"...But first, I'll show you something else that is quite fun." He flashed him a jagged grin. "Trust me, you will like it."

He aligned himself with Kage's organ, and licked the palms and fingers of his gloves before he grasped them in both hands, underside to underside, head to head. He slowly pumped his hands upward, adding a light twist as he reached their crowns.

Kage shakily moaned in rapture; the heat of the Arch Devil's member against his own was exquisite, as was his firm but gentle grip. He shuddered in delight as Demiurge began to simultaneously jerk them both off.

"Do you like that?" He purred, his voice like black velvet.

"Gods, yes..." Kage hissed.

Demiurge smirked, and continued a steady pace, cautious not to make him erupt just yet. The man began to buck in time with his movements, his grunts deepening in fervor. More precum oozed from his slit, adding slippery lubrication.

"Jaldabaoth..." He throatily groaned, his brows knitted in concentration.

"Would you like me to continue, or would you still like to come in my mouth?" The demon asked.

"Please continue... this... this feels amazing. Your cock is so big and hot." He murmured. "Fuck, I'm already so close."

"Would you like to touch it, Kage?" Demiurge offered and licked his lips.

The man nodded, and reached for him. His fingers curiously wrapped around the throbbing shaft, and they barely met with his thumb around the thick girth. Demiurge watched him with heated interest as he squeezed gently, earning an approving purr from the demon.

"It's huge..." Kage commented, and he tugged it lightly. He loved how it felt in his grasp, so heated and hard like his own.

Demiurge laid a gloved hand over his, guiding his movements to show him how he liked to be touched. The Arch Devil locked his gaze with his, and the human watched his breath quicken with arousal.

"This... this is so hot." Kage muttered. "I don't think I've ever been so turned on. This feels..."

"Right?" Demiurge finished his sentence.

"Yeah...it feels right." He agreed.

Demiurge lined himself up with his burning shaft once more, and began to jerk them off again. Kage let out a strangled cry and arched upwards, and the demon moaned in response, cresting on the edge himself. He gasped as he felt his orgasm building, his cock hardening like marble.

"It's coming... oh fuck, Jaldabaoth, I'm going to come!" He moaned, and the demon grinned wickedly at him.

Kage's hands dug into the Arch Devil's hips, with a broken yell he burst, his cock throbbing against the demon's own as he came violently in several high arcs.

Demiurge moaned as his hot cum oozed over his shaft. He pumped them harder, nearing the edge himself.

"Say my name, Kage." He demanded through clenched fangs, his chest heaving.

The human obeyed and cried out the demon's name as he was still ejaculating, triggering his own release. Demiurge's head fell back and he snarled in rapture, erupting and spurting forcefully all over Kage's stomach and chest with each euphoric pulse. He continued to pump them until they were both empty, and the human's arms fell way from the demon's hips and went limp at his sides. He gasped for breath, never having come so hard in his life. They both took a moment to recover, steadying their breath and hearts.

"So tell me...do you feel any different?" he Arch Devil asked the panting human. "Do you feel terribly changed?"

"Not exactly." Kage said, and his features took on an expression of contemplation, as though he were wracking his brain for the right words. "If anything, I would say I feel...aligned. Like something that was off is now in place."

"Indeed." Demiurge grinned. "You were unfulfilled before, as you are not straight. Now that you have unlocked that side of yourself, you should feel more like you, as you were meant to be."

The Arch Devil tucked himself away and stood, straightening his suit.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did. I will take my leave, as should you. I'm going to burn this hideout to the ground, so I recommend you vacate the premises immediately without delay." The demon advised.

"That's probably not a bad idea. I'll get a room at the inn in the village." Kage looted the pockets of the dead men on the ground. "You actually did me a favor; these guys were assholes anyway, always taking a larger cut for themselves, despite me doing the same amount of work. And thank you, Jaldabaoth. I won't forget you, or what you've done for me." Kage said, picking himself up off of the floor and wiping himself with a piece of cloth he ripped off of one of the men's shirts.

Demiurge strolled out of the shack, and a moment later Kage slipped out the backdoor. Once he was a safe distance away, The Arch Devil waved his arm grandly and the shack was swallowed by his Hellfire Wall, quickly reduced to ashes under the blazing heat.

The demon left the scene, thoroughly pleased that he had retrieved a beautiful piece of information which may lead to discovering who used the World Item on Shalltear Bloodfallen, and he also successfully persuaded a 'straight' man to enjoy the male touch. He had opened the door for him to a world of unspoken and sinful pleasures, and knew there would be chaos to ensue. He realized it was quite likely he would be found out and killed for his desires in the near future, which is why he decided to allow him to live. He was no real threat, and with the other hostiles dead, it left only him and his word as to why the other gang members died. If by some miracle he wasn't murdered by his associates, the demon could even track him down to toy with again later, as he now had his scent.

With the hideout destroyed, it was time to return to Nazarick. He did not feel completely comfortable leaving for servant for too long, even with his trusted brother keeping an eye on her. He knew his brother would without hesitation kill anyone except Lord Ainz in order to safeguard his brother's property, but still, there was no doubt in his mind that she was a target, and it was best that he be the one watching out for his pet. Should something happen to Malphas or his pet, not only would he never forgive himself, but his rage would be legendary.

The Arch Devil unfurled his massive wings and took to the sky, the sun sinking over the burnt orange and scarlet slashed horizon.

---

After finding Albedo waiting outside Demiurge's quarters, Malphas decided it would be best if he messaged Lord Ainz to inform him of the incident.

"Lord Ainz, I just wanted to make you aware that Albedo was waiting for Demiurge outside of the 7th Floor. My brother had expressed concerns that she has been targeting him for romantic relations that he has no interest in with her, and he had refused her once already. She then asked to 'get to know me better' and suggested that I needed 'proper training'. You know as well as I that Ulbert properly equipped me for my original function, so I could not help but to be rather offended. I politely declined her advance as well. I would like you to simply know of her rather unprofessional behavior as of late."

Ainz was silent for a moment, and Malphas heard him let out an exasperated sigh.

"Thank you, Malphas. I appreciate you passing this information on to me. I apologize if she had inconvenienced or made you uncomfortable in any way. You are right, her behavior is not acceptable, especially for the Supervisor of the Guardians." The ruler apologized on her behalf. "I fear she did not take the discovery of your brother and I well at all."

"It is no real trouble. But I do want to advise you that I have detected jealous animosity from her towards Lillith. I want to express that if she threatens my brother's servant, I will defend her with lethal force if necessary, as she is his most valued possession. Demiurge entrusted her, as well as the 7th Floor to me in his absence, and I am not one to make light of my assignment." Malphas advised. "Do I have your permission to protect her by any means necessary?"

"Yes, but only if you deem it as absolutely necessary. As you know, tensions have been high in Nazarick lately, but I trust your judgement as I would Demiurge's." He agreed but with caution. "I know your brother has become quite fond of her."

Had Albedo not been behaving as erratically as she had, or been as pushy with Lord Ainz as she was, he would have strictly forbidden lethal force. But with her being so unpredictable lately, he had lost a considerable amount of trust in his assigned supervisor of the Guardians. It would seem that her finding he and Demiurge as she did had caused a possible psychotic break. With the Guardians no longer being fully controlled by computer programming, he had to treat them as humans with psyches and emotions. Ainz deeply regretted altering her programming to love him as he did. It was done as merely a joke, and now it was anything but.

"Thank you, Lord. I will keep you informed." Malphas ended the transmission.

He felt better knowing Lord Ainz granted permission to fully protect Demiurge's pet. He just hoped Ainz would not say anything that may possibly set off Albedo. He would have to be vigilant.

Malphas wolfed down his breakfast before it got too cold. He was thoroughly irritated he didn't have a chance to eat it while hot. The Arch Devil could clearly see why Demiurge couldn't stand that succubus. Even Ainz seemed extremely frustrated with her. She showed signs of extreme clinginess, insecurity, and was pompous and arrogant. As a demon, he saw little fault with getting rid and having her replaced with someone more qualified, like his brother; someone who would make calculated decisions without hesitation and whose actions were dictated by logic, rather than based soley on emotion. As the Commander of Defense, Demiurge was far more suited for the role of Supervisor of the Guardians. He hoped Lord Ainz would come to his senses and reach the same conclusion.

"Are you ok?" Lillith asked him, noticing his solemn expression.

"Yes, pet...I was just thinking." He assured her.

"About Albedo?"

"Yes. I have been given permission by Ainz Ooal Gown to use lethal force in order to protect you, should it be necessary." He advised. "But you and I will be remaining here on the 7th Floor as much as possible as a precautionary measure."

"Is that really necessary? But...won't I get in trouble for not doing my cleaning duties?" She asked.

"No. The other maids will make up for it. Your safety is your Master's main concern here." He said. "I cannot afford to take any chances with my brother gone."

"Oh. I didn't know he cared that much..." Lillith admitted.

"Of course he cares about you. You are his prized possession. You are not a servant that can be easily replaced." Malphas said. "I have to say, you seem to be his favorite pet. I know he is not the best at showing affection or emotions, but he asked me to protect you. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have requested that I remain here with you in his absence."

"I care about him too. Out of all I was forced to serve, he has been the least cruel to me. Unlike the rest, he shared the pleasure he took. And last night, he was kinder to me than he had ever been. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but he treated me more like a person than a slave. He was almost as nice as you are." She said.

Malphas laughed, all too familiar with his brother's notoriously callous behavior.

"Unfortunately that is a side of him you will see only when he is drunk or high. Demiurge isn't one to let his guard down easily, I'm sure you know by now that he is adept at scheming, skilled at manipulating emotions, and concealing his true feelings," He advised. "But don't be fooled by his hard exterior. You have certainly grown on him. Last night you got a glimpse of just much you please him." Malphas assured her.

Lillith couldn't help but smile.

She couldn't wait for him to return to Nazarick. Her master had grown on her too, and while she did still often fear him, she wanted nothing more than to please him. He did take her in and give her her own quarters, and he did protect her from Shalltear, so she would always be grateful to him for that.

She was surprised to find herself missing Demiurge, despite Malphas's pleasant company.

"You miss him." Malphas said, as though reading her mind.

"Yes. I do." She agreed. "When do you think he'll be back?"

"I can't say for certain, but he promised it wouldn't be longer than 3 days at the most." Malphas said. "I miss him too."

"You are really close to your brother, aren't you?" Lillith said.

"Indeed. He is my other half. Without him, I am incomplete; as he said, we are closer than brothers; we are two sides of the same coin." Malphas explained.

"When you say closer than brothers...do you mean...?" Lillith inquired timidly.

Malphas nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

"We know each other in every way." He confirmed her suspicions.

Lillith was conflicted, and it was unintentionally was written on her face. While the idea of incest of any sort was odd to her, when she pictured them together, they were so much alike, it did not appear to be a poorly paired couple, or even wrong. In fact, the complimented one another in appearance and nature perfectly.

"I understand your apprehension. However, we are not brothers by blood. We were artificially created."

"No, you are right, you are actually perfectly matched." Lillith said, and then she envisioned them in the throes of passion, and the muscles below her waist clenched. They were both extremely attractive, and the idea of them together in such a way heated her blood.

"You like that idea, do you?" Malphas smirked, and Lillith blushed when she remembered like Demiurge, his heightened senses could smell how much she did.

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry." She apologized. "You are both just so handsome...I-I couldn't help it."

"There is no need to apologize, pet. I appreciate that you are not put off by the fact that we interact with one another in that manner." Malphas said.

"Of course not! I only want for you and Master to be happy." Lillith assured him. "But I am curious...if you don't mind me asking, who is dominant between you two?"

Malphas chuckled.

"Your master was initially quite domineering over me until he showed me the ropes of being a dominant, and he was so pleased with my performance that he then wanted me to take over that position. Once in a while we will switch, depending on our moods." Malphas explained. "While I'm typically the dominant, we equally enjoy either position."

"Wow...he's so aggressive that I can't picture Master as anything but dominant. The only time I've seen him as submissive is with Lord Ainz." She said.

"I must admit, I'm quite envious you were privileged to witness them in the act. Ainz is so very appealing." Malphas purred, his tail flicking in excitement.

"It was quite a shock to stumble upon, to say the least. But I can't deny it was...arousing." She confessed, tucking her hair behind her ear as she flushed and stared at her feet.

Malphas found her shyness most endearing.

"You know what I would like to do?" Malphas hissed.

Lillith swallowed thickly at the way his voice darkened.

"I would like you and I to please brother together." He said.

Lillith's heart soared. She had never considered such...but now that he implanted the thought into her head, it sprouted endless possibilities and she truly loved the idea.

"What do you have in mind?" Lillith asked, trepidation blooming in her chest. Malphas grinned savagely.

---

Later that evening, Malphas messaged Pestonya to have dinner brought to Demiurge's quarters. He did not want to chance running into the supervisor of the Guardians again, so he opted for room service. He and Lillith filled their stomachs and talked for a few hours, then relaxed on the couch and at some point, Lillith dozed off. She later awoke to find herself alone in the den with a blanket over her, and Malphas had already retired to the bedroom.

Her thoughts began to wander and for a short while she contemplated her earlier conversation with Malphas. She wondered what it would be like to be taken by both Devils at once, and how Demiurge and Malphas might interact with one another when it happened. She had to quickly severe that train of thought as her panties went through a small crisis at the salacious idea. Demiurge had cruelly forbidden her from satisfying herself, and had yet to void that rule. The throb of need slowly subsided and she tried to think of something else; but to her displeasure her thoughts repeatedly lead back to Albedo, and she started to wonder if the succubus could be waiting outside the entrance of the 7th Floor right now.

How long would it be until Demiurge came back? She truly missed him. Malphas was sweet and kind, but she honestly felt safer with Demiurge; she had witnessed how jealously he protected her when Shalltear dared to lay her hands on her, and while she knew Malphas would certainly defend her to the death, she couldn't help but still want her master.

She continued to nervously nibble at her bottom lip while deep in thought. Lillith had been rooted to the couch for what seemed like hours, staring at nothing. The fire, once blazing, had burned and smoldered into embers in that time. Her thoughts raced as she found herself unable to focus on anything but the dread now lancing through her. Finally, she shook herself from her paralysis, swallowing hard around the lump of anxiety in her throat, and she detached herself from the couch. She padded into the bedroom and pulled back the sheets to quietly climb into bed with Malphas.

Darkness began rapidly overtaking her vision, and she found herself suddenly thrown onto her back with a pair of large, strong hands wrapped around her throat. She struggled, but couldn't gain an inch of leeway beneath the solid mass. Her assailant was heavy, his full weight pressing her into the mattress, trapping her beneath him. An animalistic snarl ripped through the air and rattled her to the bone, and she felt the hairs on her arms rise in warning. Claws pierced her flesh threateningly, but not quite hard enough to break the skin. She felt something cold and pointed digging into her stomach, like the blade of a knife. Her hands reached up, one pushing at his chest, the other pulling uselessly at the iron grip cutting off her airway, but her strength was minuscule and failed as consciousness swiftly fled.

"Lillith?" Malphas's voice sounded far away, but she could still detect the sleep-addled confusion in it.

Her eyelids grew heavy as her heartbeat began to slow, and she thought, belatedly, that she should have woken him first, but it wasn't like she had any experience with crawling into a man's bed while he slept. Malphas released her suddenly as he came to his senses enough to realize what was happening. She took the opportunity to fill her oxygen-starved lungs with desperate gasps, massaging her throat as she coughed fitfully.

Shocked by what he had done, he rolled away from and distanced himself from her and retracted his talons.

"What were you doing?" Malphas's confusion was heavily laced with panic at what he had nearly done.

"I...I woke up alone. I was afraid. I didn't want to be by myself." She said simply, and the confusion in her eyes cut him deeply.

Malphas had left her on the couch, but only because he did not want to wake her. He covered her with a blanket and assumed she would most likely sleep through the night as she did yesterday. He had been in a deep sleep, and when he felt someone slip into the bed with him, his first thought was Albedo had found her way into Demiurge's quarters and was trying to enact her wiles on him, and he fully intended on killing her. Instead, he nearly murdered his brother's pet, who he had been put in charge of protecting! Had he succeeded, not only would Demiurge have been beyond furious with him, but worse; his brother may have been quite possibly heartbroken.

Malphas shifted closer to her and closed the distance he had put between them, slowly pulling her into his lap, being cautious and deliberate with his movements so as not to startle her.

The demon wrapped his arms and tail around her protectively, and rested his chin on the top of her head. She felt just the slightest tremble course through his powerful and dauntingly tall frame. His scent of leather and dark spice accented with sandalwood flooded her senses, which soothed and relaxed her almost instantaneously.

"Lillith...I'm sorry." He whispered.

Malphas was utterly mortified by his own actions. He knew what he had almost done, and the guilt and regret in his voice was genuine, and truly heartbreaking. Had he been human and his eyes not made of sapphires, Lillith would have believed he was tearing up. The demon tilted her chin upwards to meet his gaze.

Lillith's fear and worry dissolved away as his mouth claimed hers in a gentle, apologetic kiss; her eyes widened considerably, but she did not recoil from him. His lips molded to hers with skill rivaled only by his brother and she groaned softly against him. He moved his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss. She melted in his arms, and when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she surrendered to him completely.

Whether it was intentional or not, his kiss seemed designed to incite desire in her. It grew to become possessive, bordering on aggressive, much like his brother's. Lillith now took notice that he was shirtless as well, and the heat of his bare chest against her front was intoxicating. She realized he wasn't wearing gloves either when he cradled the back of her neck. Was he even wearing anything at all...? Her eyes briefly cast downwards to see he was only covered by sheets, and her heart flipped into her throat.

"Please...please, forgive me, pet...I'm so sorry. I thought you were Albedo." He sincerely apologized. "I would never hurt you, little one."

"It's okay, I'm sorry too, I should have woken you first. You were just trying to protect us." She said. "I know it wasn't on purpose."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, pet. The fault was mine, and mine alone." He whispered and nuzzled her neck sweetly. "I reacted before determining who it was, and I should have brought you to bed with me in the first place."

The demon's hands seemed to be everywhere. They tangled in her hair, holding her to him as he licked her throat, as though trying to sweep away the deep red marks his bruising grip left behind with his tongue.

"Allow me to make it up to you." He murmured huskily in her ear.

His hands slid down her sides, falling at her hips to grasp firmly so that she ground against his growing erection through the satin sheets, pulling a low moan from her lips. Eventually they found their way to the lace ties of her maid's dress and began to ever so slowly work them free. Her hands were just as curious as his, roving over the hard plains of his chest, feeling the solid muscle flex beneath his skin, and occasionally straying up and over his shoulders to play in the silky strands of raven hair at the nape of his neck. One hand wandered from his hair to one of his long, pierced ears. She lightly traced the sharp, delicate curve with a finger, earning a shiver and hiss of pleasure.

"I'm curious; if your ears are so sensitive, how could you or Demiurge stand to have them pierced?" She asked. "Wasn't that painful?"

"Oh yes, it was quite painful...yet pleasurable. In all honesty, it is a long story; but it all began with a dare. I will tell you later." He said with a grin. Lillith couldn't wait to find out how that played out.

As the garment loosened and slipped down from her shoulders, Lillith's head fell back with a sigh, exposing her throat. Malphas took the opportunity to suck the bare skin of her collarbone before biting gently with his fangs, marking her.

He reached beneath her skirt and pushed her panties aside, effortlessly working a finger inside her, drawing a small cry from the human and his breath hitched at the feel of the welcoming wetness he found there already.

"Mmm, you have been thinking about this, haven't you? About my brother and I?" The Arch Devil purred with a smirk that flashed his canines in a wolfish grin.

Lillith blushed but didn't answer, and Malphas found her coyness absolutely adorable.

"That's a 'yes' if ever I saw one," he chuckled, nipping at her jaw and adding another finger.

"Tell me, did you touch yourself to the idea of being taken by us?" He rumbled salaciously. Lillith squirmed in his lap, forcing his digits deeper, and she whimpered submissively. "Like I'm touching you now?" The Arch Devil ached at the thought, longing for her to tell him so, and certain she wouldn't, though her reaction spoke for her clearly enough.

Her face flushed at his obscenely arousing words, but she was far too focused on the pleasurable sensation between her legs to answer. Moaning needily, she writhed against his hand, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Malphas..." She pleaded, and his carnivorous smile was all fangs.

As unfamiliar as the feeling of his fingers were, she couldn't get enough. They were not only much thicker than hers, but his brother's as well. They filled her completely, with little to no space to spare. But what they offered was different; Demiurge's were longer, more slender, and could reach deeper. Malphas's were bigger and more filling, but their girth and her tightness made it to where they could not twist or probe as much his brother's could.

This was a new experience. She didn't know what to expect, had no solid footing to stand on so to speak. His lips were on her throat, his left hand cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while the digits of his right hand stroked her inner walls. She mewled; Demiurge rarely touched her breasts, but Malphas seemed intent on teasing them.

She fell backwards, pulling him down on top of her, pushing her fears from her mind, until all that remained was him and the way he made her feel. Lillith liked the feeling of his weight pressing her into the mattress, now that he wasn't trying to choke the life out of her. The press of his body didn't last though, his mouth replacing his roving hand as he used it to brace his weight above her. Malphas was taking great care to make her feel at ease with his touch, especially after what transpired. He tried to use gentle caresses, rather than the primal aggression he favored, which was his nature. His head moved lower, and he gently caught a tender nipple within his fangs.

The Arch Devil's thumb massaged the sensitive bud of her cleft and as his fingers slid deeper, she suddenly decided her panties were in the way. She needed them off, she needed to feel as much of his skin against hers as possible. Lillith lifted her hips, skinning the fabric down her legs as far as she could reach, kicking them the rest of the way off as Malphas assisted in the removal. He tore off her maid's dress as well with sheer force impatiently, just as hungry to feel her flesh against his own. He returned to fingering her, suckling greedily at her skin. By the time he added a third finger, her eyes had glazed over, and she was breathing raggedly with need.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as Malphas released her nipple from his mouth, giving her one last bruising kiss and his predatory gaze burning into hers, before making his way slowly down her body. His lips skimmed down the valley between her breasts, hovering millimeters above her flesh, his breath leaving a searing trail and his long hair tickling her skin. As he traveled lower, Lillith's hands landed on the back of his head. Her fingers wove into his hair, guiding him the final distance so that he could lick his way down her stomach. He paused momentarily to twirl around her navel before continuing downward, latching onto her pearl at last.

"Ah!" She gasped as the heat of his mouth scorched her flesh, her eyes rolling and falling closed.

Malphas didn't seem to mind being held against her at all as her hips pressed up, effectively trapping him, and forcing him to continue. She thought she should have felt guilty about it, but she was too close to care much.

His fingers moved faster, in and out, as his expert tongue devoured her, and she could feel herself hovering on the edge. His sharp fangs scraped dangerously over her folds, shooting a thrill through her spine. Her head whipped from side to side side and Lillith had the sudden, inexplicable vision of rolling over onto her stomach, of feeling him pressed against her back, his lips moving across her shoulder, hearing his growling voice in her ear as he held her down, and seconds later, the orgasm ripping through her at the fantasy caused her hips to buck against him. His fingers were sucked in deep before her muscles clamped down tightly, locking him in, and Lillith convulsed rhythmically around him as she cried out his name.

She felt him moving between her legs as the last vestiges of her release subsided. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking languidly as she watched him. Malphas had untangled the bed sheet from his waist, and was positioning himself between her thighs, gripping his hard length, his eyes burning electric blue with desire. He grasped the back of one knee, lifted her leg, and draped it over his hip, moving closer to her. She whimpered slightly, sensitive from her recent climax as he rocked his hips, sliding the silken head of his member against her entrance, and slicking himself against her, spreading her moisture.

As he teased her, she ran her hand lightly up his arm where it rested beside her, supporting his weight. Her voice was rougher than she expected, low and needy with arousal.

"Please, Malphas..." A slight nod, and he pressed far enough for the large crown of his cock to breach her entrance.

Malphas pushed forward, slowly and steadily, clenching his fangs as his breathing quickened pace, and he struggled to slow it. His arm trembled beneath her hand from the effort of controlling himself or perhaps it was just from the effort of holding himself still above her. Her other hand gripped the satin beneath her tightly, and she concentrated on the feeling of him entering her inch by agonizingly slow inch.

When he finally sheathed himself as far as he could as he reached the end of her channel, he released a strangled moan that he had been holding in, and stopped moving, allowing her time to adjust to the stretch. He screwed his eyes tightly shut as a pained expression settled on his face. How he wanted to viciously pound and violently claim her...the predator in him surfaced briefly before he shoved it back down; and when he opened his eyes again, the intensity of his sapphire gaze practically scorched her.

"Fuck..." the demon shakily sighed, caressing his free hand up over her stomach, and through the valley between her breasts. "Fucking Hell, you're tight."

It seemed like forever to Lillith before he moved. When he did, it was shallow, experimental, as though he were afraid he would hurt her again. Lillith wrapped her other leg around him to assure him that she was ready, that she trusted him. He withdrew almost entirely and thrust back in.

Her back arched.

Her nails dug into his arm.

She inhaled sharply and cried out his name breathlessly. He was so big; almost as thick as Demiurge, but at eight inches he was longer than his brother. She was too small for him and could only sheath barely seven inches of his length.

Malphas maintained his languid pace, fucking Lillith slowly and deeply. Malphas never took his eyes off her. He studied her, noted her reactions, and repeated what she liked. Her respiration rate increased as her body responded to him, and every time he hilted inside her, he ground his pelvis against hers until her hips rose to meet his every thrust.

"Please," Lillith moaned. "Faster..." she begged.

Only then did he pick up the pace, and grinned wickedly as he did so. He didn't withdraw quite so far before slamming back into her. Beneath the noise of their combined panting and moans, Lillith could hear the obscene sounds of her channel clutching at him, and his flesh slapping against hers with every thrust.

Malphas didn't know how much longer he was going to last. Her internal heat was molten, slick, and sinfully tight, her muscles clenching him like a vice. He loved how she responded to every subtle touch with such enthusiasm he no longer needed to watch for her reactions. She was vocal in her pleasure and she wasn't actively trying to stifle it, which he absolutely adored.

His eyes were closed, head thrown back, fangs clenched as he concentrated on holding on just a little longer. The Arch Devil's tail thrashed wildly behind him. With him unable to see her, her unexpected touch nearly distracted him enough to send him over the edge. Her hand roved over his chest, and he lowered his body enough for it to travel farther up, grasp her by the neck, and drag his mouth to hers.

The demon's skin was heated, but she noticed unlike hers, it was not slick, or flush with exertion. He was so strong this activity only raised his heart and respiration rate, and wasn't even enough to cause him to break a sweat. She opened her mouth under his, and a split-second later, Malphas changed the angle of his hips. He swallowed her scream as he hit the same spot Demiurge knew how to so expertly manipulate. Lillith's vision whited out for a second, the intensity sudden and unexpected. Then he did it again. He brought her closer to orgasm with each thrust, relishing how she cried out for him.

"Yes, scream for me, pet..." He purred, his voice like black velvet.

When he reached between them to massage her rosy bud between his fingers, Lillith clutched at his shoulders, digging her heels into his rear, her back arching off the bed. Her mouth tore away from his with a whimper and she urged him desperately, "Oh, Malphas...please…" He pinched the bundle of nerves he was toying with and her muscles began clamping down on him harder as she writhed uncontrollably against him, and came with a scream, his name on her lips. She collapsed, her limbs boneless, the aftershocks of her second orgasm wracking her body.

Now that he was satisfied that she had been satiated, Malphas suddenly flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips upwards to align with his and re-entered from behind. He unleashed his demonic side and rolled his hips forward, initiating a vicious pace. He shoved her front half down and leaned forward to press a forearm across the back of her neck, which was one of Demiurge's favorite methods of pinning her in place, and he began to fuck her just as violently as his brother would. For Lillith, it was oddly comforting in the way of how reminded her of her master, whom she so sorely missed.

"Fuck, Malphas, yes!" Lillith spurred him on as the flame of desire roared to life once again. An evil grin that was all fangs wretched his lips, his predatory gaze narrowing at her, and he suddenly looked so much more like his brother.

He drove into her full force, his breath seething through his teeth. Her panicked pleas soon turned into another broken wail as wall upon wall of pure rapture crashed into her, his savage pace never slowing.

"You're so wet for me..." He hissed, and slapped her ass. "You like when I fuck you hard?"

But his words were nearly lost in the rushing of blood in her ears, the haze of pleasure enveloping her in a fog of sensation. She could only fervently moan in lieu of a response.

"You love being my little fuck-toy, don't you?"The demon wound his fingers into her hair and pulled firmly. "Don't you?" He growled viscerally.

"Y-yes..." She said hoarsely, his forceful movements and salacious remarks dragging her back to the edge once more.

"Good girl." He lashed her ear with his tongue. "Now, come for me again."

Malphas started ramming her so viciously she thought she would split in two. Her legs trembled and her hands, not knowing what else to do, clawed and raked the sheets in front of her. Malphas felt the heat in her core flourish in a scorching release, and he moaned low in response as he felt her hot fluids soaking his member. He held her still as the tremors hit her, forcing her to take every sensation in its entirety as he continued to pound through her release. Her body shook in euphoria so strong it was excruciating, the contractions wrenching around his member, sucking him in further.

Malphas's hips pistoned into to her, his movements primal, aggressive and erratic as he took his pleasure from her mercilessly. He was growling obscenities in her ear, his breath huffing hotly against her. Lillith let her eyelids flutter closed, drinking in the animalistic sounds of his impending climax. With a few final thrusts, the Arch Devil snarled, so deeply it sounded more like a roar. His fangs sank into the curve of her neck, his hips gradually slowing as he pumped his release into her. She felt his teeth clench with each spurt of semen, and he only released her after the thirteenth pulse, when he had fully emptied himself. Malphas slumped on top of her, chest heaving, and they lay together, breath slowly returning to normal.

Malphas rolled onto his side, and pulled her close before burying his nose into her hair. His arms wrapped around her protectively as his tail curled around their embraced form. Her fingers wandered across the broad expanse of his chest.

"Do you forgive me, little one?" He asked.

"Of course, Malphas. I already had. Honestly, I don't see how anyone could ever stay upset with you." Lillith smiled. "You're so sweet. I almost wish you were my pet."

Malphas laughed heartily at the idea of a tiny human owning a Devil, his sapphire eyes dancing with mirth.

"You asked about our piercings earlier. When Demiurge and I were younger, we would dare each other to do the most insane things." He chuckled. "He said he could handle pain better than I. Of course I disagreed. So to prove me wrong, he pierced his right ear 4 times. But I, in turn spitefully pierced both of mine 5 times. It was always a power-play and trying to one-up one another. The victor of the dare would become the dominant of our relationship for 3 months time. Needless to say, I won almost every time." He smirked.

Lillith giggled.

"I never would have thought that that was how he got them." She mused. "They just look...right on you both."

"Are your tails sensitive too?" She asked, and trailed her fingers along the steely plates. They were cool to the touch and smooth like polished metal.

"No. Our tails are used as battle weapons, so unfortunately we have little sensitivity in them due to the armor plating." He explained. "But they still quite fun to use in other ways. I'm sure my brother has already found a way to violate you with his?" Malphas smirked.

Lillith blushed lightly.

"When I was first assigned to him, I failed to kneel to him at one point. I thought he had tried to embarrass me, but looking back I think he was actually just paying me a compliment. So the next day I ignored him and didn't bow to him. He pinned me down and acted as though he was going to use it rather than...you know." She said. "It was so hard and cold."

Malphas snorted.

"That surely sounds like Demiurge, the cruel bastard." He chuckled and shook his head lightly. "What happened after that?"

"I begged him not to and promised to obey, so he bent me over a table and took me in the hallway. It was frightening...and violent, but...but enthralling." She continued. "After that, I just couldn't get enough of him. I would forget things or touch him without permission sometimes, but it was never intentionally done to break his rules. But I can't lie and say that I didn't enjoy his punishments." Lillith admitted.

"You are an absolute treasure for a Devil. You do know that, right?" Malphas gushed, and stroked her hair. "Crossing paths with a human or any species, for that matter, outside of our own who does not recoil out of fear or disgust from our touch is practically unheard of. But to find one who takes pleasure in it...that is an astronomically rare discovery."

"My brother is so very lucky." Malphas concluded, and moments later they both fell asleep.

---

Demiurge returned home after two days. He relayed what he had learned from Kage to Lord Ainz and made his way to the 7th Floor, skirting around Albedo as he was not in the mood to deal with her shit after Ainz informed him that she had basically stalked his Floor when he had left. That pissed him off. His plan to divert her attentions from Ainz had backfired in the worst way; while she was not entirely focused on the ruler of Nazarick anymore, she was now seemingly too interested in himself. He needed a drink and sighed to himself as he opened the door.

"Master!" Lillith exclaimed, her face brightening with joy as the red clad demon entered through the main doors of his quarters.

She ran to him and threw her arms around his waist, squeezing him in a tight hug, and a venomous hiss escaped through his bared fangs. His tail thrashed and rattled in extreme irritation, and his hands curled into claws at his sides as he resisted the overwhelming urge to tear her away from him, which would have certainly resulted in severe gashes from his eagle-like talons.

When she heard the hiss and he refused to return the embrace, she realized her grave mistake, she immediately detached from him and dropped to her knees, lowering her front half to the ground in a groveling bow.

"I-I'm so sorry! Please f-forgive me, Master!" She had been so used to being allowed to hug Malphas, and was so happy to see Demiurge that she had forgotten that not only was she was not allowed to touch him in a sexual manner without expressed permission, but humanistic intimacy was strictly forbidden.

"Easy, Demiurge. She's just happy to see you. The fault is mine; I must have allowed her to get too comfortable with my affections." Malphas tried to soften his rage by redirecting it at himself...but he also saw a grand opportunity presenting itself that he could take advantage of.

"She. Knows. Better." Demiurge snarled through clenched teeth, and Lillith whimpered on the floor from the frosted fangs of his words. "And damn it, Malphas, so do you! There goes my 5 months worth of training down the fucking drain!"

Demiurge was trembling with fiery anger.

"Well then, I suppose you'll just have to punish both of us then, won't you?" Malphas smirked, and sauntered over to his furious brother, his tail swishing gracefully behind him as he glided across the room.

If looks could kill, Lillith and Malphas would have died 10 times over. Demiurge was beyond pissed, his features etched harshly with anger and chest and shoulders heaving with barely restrained rage.

Malphas crouched and knelt before his brother next to his quivering and still prostrated pet, but unlike Lillith he was perfectly composed and without a hint of fear. He looked up at the seething Arch Devil, the sparkling facets of his sapphire eyes glittering with mirth and mischief.

"Will you allow us to earn your forgiveness by pleasing you, brother?" Malphas asked as he wagged his tail like a puppy and flattened his ears submissively, the gold rings adorning them jingling as they lowered.

As Demiurge's glacial gaze met his brother's shimmering eyes, one corner Malphas's mouth curled upward, his excitement getting the better of him. He licked his lips salaciously.

The younger demon's face betrayed nothing other than mild confusion beneath his hateful mask, maintaining a wrathful expression but Malphas could see the wheels in his head were turning, considering the the endless buffet of pleasurable possibilities this offered, and knew he would leap at the opportunity, no matter how enraged he was. Especially if he had the chance of playing with his elder brother in the submissive mindset; it was an offer he simply couldn't refuse.

Demiurge reached down and fisted his hair harshly.

"That depends on how well you please me. The same goes for you, pet. As you know, this was not a mild offense." The red clad demon growled, his voice dripping with venom.

"Now, up, on your knees," He nudged her with his shoe impatiently, and she quickly and nervously shifted into position. "Serve me."

Both Malphas and Lillith now knelt before him while Demiurge unfastened his pants and freed himself, and he was already at half-mast.

Demiurge roughly drug his brother's head forward and Malphas eagerly stroked his thickening member on the right side with his tongue, and the standing Arch Devil then threaded his claws through Lillith's hair to pull her closer to the left. She timidly drew her tongue along his length, staring up at her master nervously.

The standing demon inhaled sharply as they both licked and sucked at his rapidly growing erection, their concentration intense and never faltering. Demiurge was so thick, his member had adequate space for them both to tease his cock on either side, their tongues only occasionally touching.

A pleased, rolling growl left his chest, and he tightened his cruel grip on their manes.

"I still hate you both..." Demiurge spat. "...but I am beginning to hate you a little less."

Malphas grinned victoriously, but Lillith was still terrified. The only other time she had seen him this level of furious was when she touched his ears without permission and he punched the wall mere centimeters away from her head. She felt a cool, reassuring stroke over her calf, and glanced to the kneeling demon beside her to see that it had been Malphas's steel-plated tail, as he sensed her anxiety. It was just what she needed to let go of her fear.

Lillith watched Malphas trace the blue serpentines of protruding veins skillfully with his tongue, in much the same manner she would. She wondered if this was why her master enjoyed her pleasuring him orally as much as he did; because her method was a similar fashion as his brother's. Her eyes flickered up to see a concentration crease form on Demiurge's brow, his lips parting. Lillith mirrored Malphas's movements, and the Arch Devil's chest heaved as he drew a serrated breath.

While Demiurge was still angry, it didn't prevent him from enjoying having his cock worshiped by his brother and servant. He couldn't deny that he was absolutely loving this.

"Mmmm...Malphas..." Demiurge purred praises. "Very good, pet."

Malphas loved the rush of power when his lover gasped and panted his name, when delicately strong fingers tangled in his hair and tugged. He smiled, hissing a sibilant breath of pleasure as he drew on the member beneath his lips, his own body thrumming with need. He relished the feel of swollen flesh in his mouth, hearing the angelic gasps and moans as he laved and suckled.

'Holy shit...this is so arousing.' Seeing the two brothers as they were now was so...forbidden, but undeniably a huge turn-on for Lillith. She had never heard such needy cries from her master, and she was absolutely soaked.

Malphas and Lillith trailed a searing path down his shaft to the large, plum like cap. They each flicked their tongues beneath his swollen glans and the flared ridge of his head, before taking turns sucking the purple tip, prompting throaty groans. After a few minutes of his cock being treated like a delicious lollipop, a bead of pre-cum swelled from the slit. They both dove for it hungrily and Malphas beat her to it, but he wasn't too selfish to share. He cupped her chin and brushed his clawed thumb over her plump lip to encourage her to open, and when she obeyed he swept his tongue over hers, smearing the drop of musky temptation over her taste buds. Lillith let out an airy moan as the older Arch Devil took advantage of the moment and then seiged her mouth to suck her tongue, as though to greedily steal his gift back from her. Lillith practically melted; his kiss was just as aggressive as his brother's, and he tasted of cinnamon and ginger.

Demiurge drew a shuddering breath and his tail curled in pleasure. In that moment, it was the most erotic thing perceivable to the demon.

They returned to their task, Malphas diving low to gently suckle on one of Demiurge's smooth testicles with utmost care, while Lillith continued to tease his throbbing member. His head tilted back and he exhaled shakily.

Fire raged in Demiurge's belly, searing through his limbs, his hidden wings, his flesh until he was sure he would be reduced to ash within moments. He wondered at it, the exquisite torment he felt as Malphas cupped his delicate sac in the palm of his hand, he and his servant lapping his stiff, thick length, their breath feathering across the seeping, empurpled head.

"May I pleasure your wings as well?" Malphas asked his brother, his long ears still lowered in submission like an omega wolf. Lillith took Demiurge's silken head into her mouth as he spoke so as not to neglect their main object of worship.

"I suppose." His magnificent emerald wings burst out of his back loudly and unfurled, flaring to life with the sound of wind catching in canvas sails.

"Am I permitted to rise and stand behind you to do so?" His kneeling brother asked, making it obvious to Lillith that he was an expert submissive as well as dominant.

"You are." Demiurge replied, and he released his cruel grip on his brother's hair.

Malphas rose from the ground, and moved to stand in said position. He ran his palms slowly over the muscular arms of his wings where they sprouted from his back, and rested his head on his brother's shoulder. A low moan left Demiurge's throat, and Lillith felt his member pulse in her mouth as she slowly and teasingly sucked him.

She watched the older Arch Devil trail his fingers expertly over the bony ridges that separated the scarlet membrane, and Demiurge quivered in delight. Malphas grinned wickedly, and then traced the elegant curve of his brother's sharp ear with his tongue. Demiurge gasped hotly, and instinctively bucked into Lillith's mouth.

"Fu-fuck you, Malphas, that's just...just not fair." He stammered in broken fragments, his nervous system completely overwhelmed by their combined onslaught.

"Would you like me to stop?" Malphas threateningly whispered in his ear as he continued to cruelly tease the Commander of Defense's two greatest weaknesses.

"I will...literally _kill..._you if you do." He snarled between ragged breaths.

Malphas locked eyes with Lillith, and she understood the message and doubled her efforts, flattening her tongue over his frenelum and sucking gently as the taller demon teased Demiurge's earlobe by nipping it with his fangs. A shuddering cry rattled from his throat, and his slit leaked a stream of pre-ejaculate. His gloved fingers sunk into her hair, pulling it up off her face into a loose ponytail so he could watch her expression as he pushed past her lips and started to slowly fuck her face.

"My, brother...are we really having such an effect? Then you must not be too cross with us." Malphas chastised him playfully.

"I am indeed still cross..." He hissed, glaring at his brother icily through his peripheral. "But that does not stop me from getting hard and wanting to choke you with my cock as punishment."

"Now, now, Demiurge...behave yourself." Malphas murmured in his ear and grabbed his ass, making him jump with a start. "Or else I just might have to fuck you in front of her_._"

"You. Wouldn't. Dare." Demiurge spat through clenched teeth as he continued to leisurely ride his servant's face.

Lillith noticed Malphas retract his talons to slip a finger into his mouth, and he shifted behind her master before his hand disappeared behind the shorter demon. Demiurge's eyes went wide and he gasped audibly, then swallowed thickly as his entrance was breached. He tried to school his features into rage once more before his servant, but then his brother's arm began to move, and it was everything the demon could do to remain standing as he bared his fangs. An uncharacteristically high whine sounded through him, and Malphas's gaze narrowed and his face grew a savage grin.

"Wouldn't I? You know me better than that." Malphas hissed. "I could easily fuck that attitude right out of you."

Lillith was now dripping wet. She scolded herself for even initially having any hang-ups about their relationship. This was the most enthralling thing she had ever been privileged to witness. Demiurge groaned richly and his diamond eyes screw tightly shut as Malphas fingered him from behind like a female, and she almost came from that alone.

Demiurge swore through his teeth and continued to glare at Malphas as he nipped his neck, causing Demiurge's tail to coil tightly around his brother's arm. He visibly trembled and panted, fighting hard not to burst out of spite. He didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction of dominating him before his slave.

"Holding back, are you?" Malphas teased his brother. "I guess I'll just have to finger you harder, then."

And he did just that, and Lillith watched her master's eyes roll back into his head, his resolve crumbling as his brother tormented his prostate. Lillith delved her tongue into the slit of his throbbing, edged cock, then suckled the gleaming head in time with Malphas's pumping hand, and he hardened like stone. She felt his heartbeat pounding through his member, and it was obvious he was about to explode.

Demiurge's jaw dropped as a gasping moan left his lips, and she felt him heave over her tongue before releasing a few short but powerful spurts of semen down her throat.

"You're enjoying this aren't you, brother?" Malphas murmured in his ear as he massaged his prostate with an expert finger. "You came awfully hard for us."

Demiurge's eyes flew open wide as his brother pressed with such perfect pressure, and the ring of muscle contracted hard around his finger. His jaw trembled as he fought with every fiber of his being to starve Malphas of a response. But then the older demon sucked the sharp tip of his ear, and a sweet sound, that quiet almost-whimper; it was the sound of temptation, and Malphas knew it well. To his ears it was rich, dark wine and all things full of delicious sin.

Malphas couldn't help but let his breath out in a groan that was decidedly needy when he wound strong, skilled fingers into Demiurge's hair and yanked his face back into a fierce kiss. He pumped his hand harder, and Lillith took him into the back of her throat. Malphas's mouth, unsurprisingly, was as hot as the inferno roiling beneath his skin, and the Demiurge's lips parted in a broken cry and as he suddenly came in Lillith's mouth a second time. She moaned as she swallowed around him, her voice vibrating into his highly-sensitized organ, making him hiss through his fangs.

"I think you would like something bigger to fill you, wouldn't you?" Malphas salaciously teased. "Like my cock?"

Demiurge growled; a frustrated, low rumble clogging his throat which then strangely collapsed into the whine of a wounded dog. He was still quite pissed, and damn Malphas who knew how to play his every weakness just as well as Demiurge could tease his. Hell yes, he wanted his cock inside of him, but he was far too prideful to admit it before his submissive, his slave. And Malphas was well aware of this, the tortuous bastard...the beautiful, sexy...

'Fuck.'

He didn't have to take it laying down, though. He would use his slave while he submitted to his own selfish needs, as well as his brother's.

Demiurge pulled out of Lillith's mouth and dropped to his knees on the floor before spinning her around with a feral snarl. He shoved her maid's dress up over her back and tore her panties clean off before his knee jack-knifed her legs apart, and he slammed himself into her. She climaxed after three viciously hard and deep thrusts as his throbbing girth stretched her channel and his claws clutched her hips harshly, forcing a keen from her lungs.

"Oh, fuck!" Lillith cried out, desperately pushing back against him as he pounded through her orgasm with fierce determination. "Master!" She was almost sobbing in ecstasy.

"Hell yes," She heard him seethe through clenched fangs over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. "You had better beg for me_, slave_."

"Please, Demiurge!" she gasped, angling her hips to receive him fully. Holy Hell, he was so hot and hard...and enraged. But the violent and furious force behind his thrusts only made it that much more arousing. "Master, Please!"

She mewled submissively as she could feel every pulsing vein, every ridge and contour, every thick inch of him as he rammed into her savagely, punishingly fucking her on the ground like an animal.

"Demiurge!" The sounds that were pulled sadistically out of her body as she rapidly reached another release were nothing short of intoxicating. Starting low and desperate, then growing in urgency before exploding as she rocked back to meet the hateful thrust of his cock. Her palms slammed flat on the floor and her head arched back, her golden tresses spilling all around her and her jaw dropping with wordless praises.

"Shit, I could probably come simply from watching this." Malphas chuckled. "Though I'd much prefer to be inside of one of you when I do."

Malphas joined them on the floor, positioning himself behind Demiurge. He roughly yanked his armored tail upwards earning an angry hiss, and ripped his pants down, exposing the pink pucker of his rear. The older Arch Devil knelt behind his brother, his hands grasping his hips on both sides to hold him in place as his darted his tongue out, lightly flicking at his velvety ring. Demiurge begrudgingly moaned at the searing heat of his mouth, and his servant panted and whined pathetically at the loss of friction as Malphas had almost completely stilled him. He sat back on his haunches and licked his hand, spreading the moisture over his impressive member.

Without warning he brutally thrust into his younger brother who snarled vehemently at the delicious, fierce agony that burned through his backside like molten iron. A visceral groan exploded through Malphas's chest as his brother's impossibly tight passage seized and clenched around him, and Demiurge felt the rumble of his voice through his back. The older demon leaned forward to firmly bite at his lover's neck as he forced his way in deeper, drawing sweet, almost feminine cry from the smaller demon's mouth.

"Malphas..." Demiurge moaned and his gemstone eyes rolled back into his skull as scorching pleasure flared in his loins at the sharply pleasurable ache his brother inflicted.

Malphas's hands gripped Demiurge's hips and rolled them in tandem with his, taking control of and setting their pace.

The younger Arch Devil let out a startled, breathy gasp at the mind-shattering sensation of simultaneous penetration; his cock buried within his servant's silken walls while Malphas's beautifully filling, eight inch spear of desire was lodged firmly inside him. Piercing while being impaled, giving and taking; it was intoxicating.

Lillith cried out at the combined force of both Devils' assault, her master's claws mercilessly digging into her flesh. Demiurge huffed hotly in her ear as he leaned over her, his body possessively covering hers as Malphas leisurely pounded him from behind.

They fell into a steady rhythm, their joined forms swaying in unison like oaks in a storm. Lillith's chest wall was pounding and she felt flashes of heat throughout her body, another orgasm already barrelling towards her. She screamed her master's name as her passage tightened around his cock, every muscle in her body clenching before releasing in a slow, powerfully pulsing euphoria. Her burning hot fluids surrounded his member; Demiurge's eyes slid shut and he inhaled sharply, his tongue curling over his fang as a pleased hum left his lips as her walls massaged his shaft.

"You're loving this, aren't you, pet?" Demiurge purred in her ear.

Lillith wailed in ecstasy, and while it was barely coherent she cried out both Arch Devil's names as she was taken by her master, driven by his brother's force. They each grinned wickedly in response.

Demiurge turned his head, the tendons in his neck straining as he fiercely kissed Malphas, his tongue warring with the dominant demon's. Malphas growled hungrily against him, and rammed him harder. The smaller demon quickly became undone beneath his brother's ferocity, the persona of the almighty Demon Emperor he had built beginning to fray and unravel as he was taken without mercy, just as Malphas knows he loves. Demiurge moaned and panted into his brother's mouth, spurring him on.

"Fuck, Malphas! Faster!" Demiurge pleaded, falling away from him to brace himself against the onslaught by grasping Lillith's hip and his other hand planting on the floor. He was dizzied by the heady aroma of primal, animalistic sex, his brother's darkly spiced musk and his servant's sweet, flowery scent.

The older demon could see the words emblazoned on his mind's eye, sharp and thick with desire, painfully tender and twisting in his core.

Malphas saw Demiurge beginning to crack, making those desperate, shattered cries that never fail to break his heart with their need. But despite being a Devil, he was still the kinder of the pair. He knew it was cruel to continue to deny them both, but out of love for his brother, he prolonged their savory, sadistic suffering and drug it out for as long as either of them could stand; because he knew that was what Demiurge craved.

Malphas pulled him upright by winding an arm around his neck, his back now flush with his heaving chest. He thrusted faster, and growled viscerally.

"Come for me, Demiurge." He commanded, and lashed his ear with his tongue.

Demiurge obeyed, his body arching and breath hitching in his throat before roaring forth in a cry of rapture, erupting. He came violently within his servant and his claws flew up to Malphas's arm that detained him and he dug his talons in as he soared.

Lillith moaned as she felt his cock jolting within her swollen walls, his semen forcefully spurting against her cervix in scorching hot jets.

Malphas plunged hard one last time before sinking his fangs into the thick cords of his brother's neck, marking him as his as he exploded volcanically with an exhalted, animalistic snarl. He flooded Demiurge's passage with his warm seed, and continued to plunge until he had completely emptied himself.

They remained in position for a few minutes as they came down from the soaring high, and Lillith was the first to collapse from exhaustion.

The Devils laughed together, and Malphas nuzzled Demiurge's neck and then licked the bruising bite he left.

"Welcome home, brother."