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Demiurge knew how much it would infuriate Sebas, which is exactly why he was doing this. He loved nothing more than inciting feelings of hate and anger and self doubt, as any demon does. He had a particular dislike for Sebas, and this would certainly get under his skin. He may even blame himself for bringing the human here to Nazarick. How else would the Arch Devil had gotten his hands on her?

He had several reasons for laying claim to the human, but the main purpose was to have her as a personal plaything; something he could fuck and toy with when he pleased. The second reason was to use her as a tool for manipulation; to hold her over Sebas's head and also for experimental purposes. After having to deal with the conflict of him bringing Tuare home had caused, it was obvious that Lord Ainz really didn't care what happened to this second female (with his constantly waning sense of humanity), and it was doubtful with his level of insight he did not predict her fate when she was assigned to the 7th floor. While Sebas did not harbor feelings for her as deep as he did for Tuare, his humanistic emotions reminded him of his human pet and still drove him to rescue her and and take her in. He cared just enough to make this an experiment of cruel fun for Demiurge, at Sebas's and the human's expense.

No doubt the Butler would notice the many marks he left on her; fresh bruises on her shoulder and leg, claw punctures on the back of her neck and a bruising bite in the delicate curve between her shoulder and throat. He would give anything to be a fly on the wall so he could see Sebas's face when he questioned her as to how she got them. He made sure they were noticeable, and in obvious places that suggested carnal relations, with more than a hint of rough handling. Not enough to be reported to and addressed by Lord Ainz, yet more than enough to make the Butler absolutely livid.

He had so many ideas of what to do next...maybe leave tears and gashes in her uniform in across the breast and rear, so she would have to request a new one and be forced to answer uncomfortable questions as to how they happened? Or perhaps to make her throat too sore to respond to any of the Butler's inquiries of concern. How hilarious would that be? He grinned at his own cruel thoughts.

He just hoped his bit of amusement would not interfere enough to hinder Lord Ainz's plans in any way. Surely their great leader wouldn't concern himself with such puerile nonsense. His master knew all too it was Demiurge's nature to be exquisitely evil, and that he treated humans as nothing more than toys and tools (and what a fun toy she has proven to be so far).

Lord Ainz already granted sanctuary to Tuare, and this second human was taken in only to quell Sebas. As to what happened to her afterwards? Only the Butler really cared.

Demiurge decided to grant her a name, since she could not remember her own; Lillith, after the first human female created in Christian biblical lore, who refused to be subservient to the first human male Adam, and was cast out of the Garden of Eden. He found it to be fitting enough, and with her named it would make it that much more difficult for Sebas.

It is always harder upon the heart for one to contemplate an animal being butchered once there is a name to the face.

---

Lillith now had access to all of the rooms on the 7th Floor. She brought her Lord tea and food daily, and worked her fingers to the bone day in and day out.

She avoided Sebas at all costs, afraid he would see the marks on her Demiurge had left. Unable to avoid Tuare as they were coworkers, she had noticed them almost immediately. She did not seem surprised in the least, it was like she expected it, and knew how cruel Demiurge could be. Lillith begged Tuare not to tell the Butler should it complicate things even further; if she were to fail to keep her word she did not doubt the worst of Demiurge's rage would be aimed directly at her.

And she wasn't sure how to express to her friend that while it was certainly forceful, it wasn't really forced upon...she actually rather enjoyed her encounter with the demon. So she decided to put that on the back burner for now.

Tuare understood her concerns, and promised to keep her secret. But they both knew Lillith couldn't avoid the Butler forever as it would only raise his suspicions.

They had to find a way to hide the bite mark; they went into the sewing room and found a spool of long, thick vermilion ribbon, almost the same hue as Demiurge's suit.

"This will work perfectly." Lillith said, rolling a large section of it off the spool. She held it taut as Tuare cut it to size.

"Are you...ok?" Tuare asked, and Lillith knew what she meant, and couldn't help but blush.

"I'm fine. He didn't really hurt me." She said quietly. "He was actually less cruel than most of the clients were..." She muttered.

Tuare looked both suspicious and surprised, but didn't push the matter further.

"I found out the reason as to why I don't sleep in the main bedroom with you and the other maids." Lillith changed the subject.

"Why is that?" Tuare asked.

"Because I'm not a just a maid. I'm his personal servant, and that's why I have a room near his on the 7th Floor_._" Lillith revealed.

Tuare's face turned lily white, and anxiety bloomed in Lillith's chest at her reaction.

"...So that's why Sebas is so upset..." Tuare said quietly and averted her eyes.

"Is it that bad?"

"Um...Sebas said Demiurge had a personal servant about 6 months ago. But hasn't seen her in weeks. She just disappeared one day. Sebas searched all over the Tomb for her when he noticed her missing, but he never saw her again. No one has." Tuare confessed.

"Oh..." Lillith simply said and swallowed thickly.

She promptly dropped the matter. They knew they were both thinking the same thing.

They embroidered the edges of the ribbon with black lace to make it more decorative and hopefully less suspicious, and tied it around her neck in a bow over the bruise in attempt to hide it from the Butler.

She wore it for several days, tying it around her neck when leaving the 7th Floor for kitchen duty and taking it off when she returned. She knew her master would be probably be angry if he saw her hiding his mark.

---

Lillith was dusting the molding of the walls and tables in the hallway just outside the edge of the 7th Floor one evening when she heard the door to her master's chambers open. She turned her head towards the sound, and as she did she felt a light brush of silk over her collarbone, alerting her that she was still wearing the ribbon. She tugged on it, but it failed to immediately unravel. Panicking, she pulled at it frantically and after a few hard jerks it finally unfastened, and she quickly stuffed it into her apron's pocket, but he was already heading in her direction.

She tried to play it off as though she had not seen him yet and opted for a distraction tactic in case he had noticed her hiding something; she bent over as if to make sure her shoe were properly fastened, knowing fully well it would give him a grand view of her ass and she even fiddled with its straps to add authenticity. His footsteps drew closer, prowling towards her like a panther, dark and deadly.

"What have we here?" His voice took on a low, velvety growl, making her heart race with fear.

'Oh shit, he saw it. He's going to be so mad!' She tensed up, and waited to be chewed out or struck.

Lillith suddenly felt a gloved hand fearlessly cup and caress her rear. Her stomach flipped into her throat and she felt heat rise in her face; then his palm smoothed over it before firmly squeezing her right cheek, making her squeal in surprise as his talons lightly pricked her flesh.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you wanted to give me a thorough look at your lovely ass." Her master purred as he leaned over her. "With how often I find you bending over something or another, it would seem you wish to tempt me into doing wicked things to you..."

She rapidly straightened her posture and the demon wound an arm around her waist to pull her flush against him before she could put any distance between them, and she felt his prominent hardness pressing into her rear. Her senses began spiraling and her blood began to hum in her veins.

"Is that what you want?" He hissed in her ear, his voice darkening with lust.

Lillith made a small noise as her breath hitched in her throat, and he responded with a pleased but animalistic growl. She felt his rumble reverberate through his ribs and into her back, making her blush and whimper submissively. Demiurge bucked sharply against her, and lowered his head to drag his tongue up the side of her face in a hot, lecherous lick.

"Would you like that? For me to viciously fuck you against the wall?" He growled as he tightened the arm around her waist so she could feel the heat emanating from his erection.

He watched her, looking down his sharp, aquiline nose with a touch of scorn.

Every single hair on her body flared and stood on end as she sensed that same exhilaration from the day he took her. It rolled off him in waves, that unbridled excitement he couldn't quite hide under his air of intelligence and superiority. It seemed this carnality ruled him just as much as Lord Ainz did.

And Lillith was just as helpless in her position. She felt yielding. Remembering what he's capable of, the pleasure he could make her feel.

She gasped and shuddered with primal desire. She felt his other hand slide over the curve of her hip and the back of her thigh. It then began to creep upwards, pushing up under her dress, inching closer to the apex of her legs. A throbbing heat was unfurling alarmingly fast between her thighs as every little touch and salacious remark out of his mouth did vile things to her sense of self-preservation.

'If you are going to survive, you have to make him trust you.'

"Yes...p-please...master..." She whimpered. Her head thumped back to fit just under his chin, and she could smell his musk of dark spice and scorched sandalwood. Her mind whirled with just as much fear as it did desire. The Arch Devil radiated sexual drive and untold power. It made her legs feel boneless and if he wasn't holding her up she would have melted to the floor.

Dark suspicion clouded his gaze, but he played along.

"Mmmm...such a naughty human, yet such a good girl for admitting it. I can smell how aroused you are; how badly you must want me inside you." He taunted her deliciously, but his words held an air of wary disbelief, as though he expected her to beg him to stop at any moment and his tongue lashed the shell of her ear, making the hair on her nape stand on end. His tail swung around her hips possessively.

But whatever he did, she decided she would allow to happen.

"Please..." Lillith begged. It was true, she wanted to feel his girth driving into her full force again. She wanted to feel his breath huffing hotly into her ear, his weight and heat over her small frame. She did indeed want the demon to do the most wicked things to her.

As terrified as she was, she couldn't deny that she wanted this.

He smiled, feral and conniving and yet it's so attractive, the way his perfect mouth she knew was full of fangs curls at the corners, and she almost forget he is a Devil.

But he is.

Demiurge pushed her panties to the side to further violate her, and slipped his long, gloved middle finger into her folds, feeling ever bit of warmth and wetness she had to offer.

"Master!" She gasped loudly as he effortlessly pushed in to the knuckle, and she felt his wicked grin spread against her neck.

The Arch Devil couldn't believe how slick she already was. This pleased him greatly.

Demiurge stroked her from the inside, and she let out a shaky moan as he expertly curled it backwards inside of her, brushing against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"You're already so wet for me..." He teased, and withdrew his finger, and nipped her neck. "How I'm going to make you scream my name..."

Lillith's heart skipped a beat at his dark promises, her breath light and feathered with not only fear but anxious anticipation.

Just before he was going to tear her panties off and bend her over, Sebas turned the corner to see the Arch Devil molesting his newest plaything.

"Your presence is requested by Lord Ainz, Demiurge." Sebas interrupted the scene, and the butler's discomfort with what he was witnessing was obvious. His fists clenched at his sides and his eye twitched as he tried to maintain a stone facade.

Demiurge growled again, this time with extreme frustration.

"Tell him I'll be there momentarily, Sebas." The demon snapped, but he kept his grasp on the human. He had no intention of stopping.

"I'm afraid it is urgent." The butler pressed him to release her. "I must insist you accompany me, now."

Demiurge narrowed his crystalline gaze at him through his spectacles, rage etching his features. The demon's tail flicked with agitation.

When Sebas met his challenging stare and didn't budge, making it clear he would be going no where until the demon accompanied him, Demiurge sighed heavily and reluctantly let Lillith go.

"Return to your duties, human. I will be back shortly." He huffed and glowered.

Lillith swallowed and nodded, and left the two Guardians in the hallway as she went to go clean her master's quarters. She had been initially terrified, but now she was actually disappointed; she did want him to fuck her against the wall, and had Sebas not shown up she would have certainly begged him to until he did.

She had been so ready, and was now soaked.

Why the Hell was he so intoxicating? She had never been more turned on by anyone. He could probably talk her into doing just about anything.

'Shit!'

Lillith realized she was mere feet from Sebas without the ribbon. She deeply hoped Sebas didn't see the marks on her neck. But more than that, she prayed she wouldn't be on the receiving end of the Arch Devil's fury after he had been effectively cock-blocked by the butler of Nazarick.

Demiurge was gone for the rest of the night.

---

Almost a week passed. What had happened (or was about to happen before Sebas interrupted) went unaddressed.

At 3 pm it was time to serve the 7th Floor Guardian his afternoon tea. She poured up a cup of the steaming hot liquid and carefully carried it into his personal chambers. She found him in a crafting room that was more akin to a graveyard than anything, much like his personal quarters. Skulls of mainly humans and other unfortunate creatures hung all over the walls, eyes hollow and jaws gaping open in eternal screams. Sun bleached spines and ribs and pelvises were scattered in loose collections in different corners of the room. The Arch Devil was digging through a pile almost as tall as he was of what appeared to be human femurs, and she swallowed hard and knelt before him, her head lowered, raising the porcelain cup up to him.

"Your tea, Lord Demiurge." She said quietly.

He turned to her, setting a femur aside with a clatter and pushing his silver ornate spectacles more securely onto his face. He started to reach for the cup, and his hand paused, his crystalline eyes falling to her neck.

He stared sullenly at her throat, and Lillith's stomach sunk into a chilly lake of dread.

The demon was expressionless, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduct that he was upset.

Her pulse jumped when his icy eyes flashed accusingly to hers.

"What a fashionable ribbon..." He said in a neutral tone, and behind him his deadly armored tail flicked, showing just how agitated he was.

The blood drained from her face and ran cold.

'Fuck! Fuck, shit, fuck!'

She foolishly forgot to remove the ribbon and stash it in her apron's pocket before entering the room, as she had been doing religiously for the past week.

Still, he casually took the drink from her treacherous trembling hands and sipped it, then lightly placed it on his desk.

He turned back to her, his long, black gloved fingers reaching for her throat. She flinched, holding her breath, positive he was furious and going to strangle her. Instead, he touched the ribbon lightly, rubbing its silkiness between his finger and thumb.

"Did you pick out this lovely shade of red and put this on just for me?" He baited her, with a devious playfulness in his voice and a half smile. His dark eyes crawled over her face especially, seeking signs of deception.

The raw fear on her face was all he needed as confirmation. It was etched in stone and there was no hiding it. But she latched onto the out her offered her all too easily, completely unprepared with an already devised lie, she eagerly settled for his.

"Of course, my Lord. I live to serve you, and hoped you would find it pleasing." She tried to keep her voice steady, sound confident in her lie, and his grin stretched as it fell flat, despite her earnest effort.

They both knew all too well why she tied it around her neck. And he intended on taking full advantage of her mistake.

Still on her knees, she meekly looked up at him, and his smug face told her he didn't buy it in the least.

'Shit.'

He loomed over her, and she felt like she was shrinking to the size of a mouse under his lengthening shadow.

"You do serve me," He agreed. "..and I can find many pleasing ways to put this ribbon to use." His velvety voice darkened with cruel intent.

Demiurge's gaze narrowed, growing more predatory by the moment.

Suddenly his hand tugged and ripped the ribbon hard off her neck; it burned as it scraped across her tender flesh and she felt a glowing red welt rise. He roughly shoved her to the floor.

She scrambled backwards panicking, her body shaking with adrenaline, now pumping full force and she managed to stumble to her feet.

'This is it, I fucked up royally! He's going to rip me apart and hang my head on the wall!'

He rushed her with unnatural speed, and she tried to turn and flee, desperate to escape his wrath. Lillith didn't stand a chance against him, and made it no further than the doorway. The Arch Devil leapt on her back with a practiced pounce, like a lion onto a gazelle, and she was harshly tackled to the ground, scraping her knees.

His body was far more powerful than it appeared. It was designed to hunt, to be quick. The surprise of taut, coiled muscle beneath his close fitting suit made him a lithe and formidable opponent. Straddling her small form, he easily caught her wildly flailing arms in his grasp. He cackled, thoroughly amused by her weak attempt to fight him off as he had her again helplessly pinned beneath him. The demon rapidly wound the ribbon around her wrists and hands behind her, effectively restraining her. It all took less than twenty seconds, and made it disturbingly obvious that he was well versed in tying up victims.

"I'm so sorry, my Lord! Please forgive me!" She cried, bound and unable to escape under his weight, she relented her struggling.

"Do I really strike you as a forgiving Lord?" Demiurge laughed again, pulling her makeshift bonds even tighter.

Of course he didn't. He was an Arch Devil, and was just as cold and calculating as he appeared. And now he was pissed as Hell.

"If you cannot grant me forgiveness, I only ask that you show me mercy!" Lillith pleaded. He roughly flipped her over on to her back, and lowered his face to hers. He looked genuinely enraged by her request, his hateful gaze as hard as the stones he saw through.

It was as she feared; not only was he offended by her hiding the marks he left, but after Sebas interfered with their last interaction, he was taking his anger out on her, and his rage was escalating quickly.

"Should I grant you this mercy, can I expect you to show me the utmost gratitude in return?" His lips were curled back in a wolfish snarl, his ivory fangs bared, his gaze holding hers hypnotized, cold as black ice and just as deceptive.

"Yes! I pledge my life, loyalty, anything you desire!" She implored him desperately. "Everything I am is yours!"

His jaw clenched and she could see he was thinking. This was when the demon was most dangerous, a serpent seeking its most lethal point of injection right before it strikes.

But it seems that was what the Arch Devil had been waiting to hear. His scowl twisted itself back into an carnivorous grin, and he stood, straightening his suit. He reached down to grab her by her forearms, pulled her up off her back and hauling her up so he can glare directly into her eyes. He lowered her onto her knees effortlessly, and she winced in pain as her fresh scrapes burned beneath her own weight.

"I live only to serve you, my Lord." She added, bowing her head submissively, hoping to soften the bite of his rage further by saying something to try to please him, convince him she's sorry. She was too afraid the Arch Devil will see the wild desperation of a wounded creature, prey with nothing left to lose and everything to gain if only it can find a way out of his hunter's trap.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, fear-induced adrenaline still surging through her body.

At this point, she would say or do anything to get out of this unscathed. He was absolutely terrifying when infuriated, and he was so much faster and stronger than her. She didn't stand a chance against him, and was completely at his mercy.

The red clad demon towered over and slowly reached for her, and she flinched. To her relief, he did not strike her again; he instead softly tangled his gloved hand through her hair; still, she trembled under his touch. It was gentle at first, and then he curled his fingers slowly, one by one until his grip tightened into a fist, dragging her face towards his crotch. She could see through his pants that he was already almost fully hard. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as his tail swung around towards her, sliding under her throat, the cold metallic spikes pressing threateningly into her jugular and beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Lillith can feel darkness and rage emanating off him like toxic radiation.

When he speaks again, she could not process his words at first.

"Then serve me." He demanded, the frost in his words frightening as he glared down at her with devastating command. She met his eyes, and he was methodical and calm while unfastening his belt and unzipping his pinstriped trousers.

Only when the demon freed himself with his other hand did she fully understand.

'It's okay. You know how to do this. And you have been told many a time you do it well. Please him, and you may make it through this alive.'

Lillith allowed her eyes to travel down his body to see what he just removed from his pants. Now she knew why it had been rather painful (and it wasn't just the force he put behind it) when he took her the first time. While his length was about average at around six and a half to seven inches, his girth was truly frightening; he was almost as thick as her wrist and she knew if tried to wrap her hand around him, her fingers would barely meet. It had a graceful upwards curve like a sideways crescent moon, blue serpentines of veins and a large but proportionately flared, rosy head. It was intimidating, but undeniably an admirable specimen.

"I'm waiting." He hissed, growing impatient. "Now, serve your Master."

Snapping her out of her trance, Lillith then obeyed without hesitation, thoroughly shaken by his physical aggression.

Steeling her nerves as her life may depend on it, she timidly ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, and danced around the tip before gently wrapping her soft lips over the swollen plum-like cap, lightly sucking. She looked back up at him, cautiously reading his face to ensure he was satisfied with her effort. The demon slowly lowered his tail, and his half lidded gaze and how he rapidly thickened to full size in her mouth assured her he was.

She was genuinely and pleasantly surprised he didn't instantly shove himself down her throat and choke her as she wholeheartedly expected he would, and was graciously allowing her to do this at her own pace. Not viciously fucking her face was how the demon was granting her mercy. Still, he kept his hand wound tightly in her hair, a firm reminder that he was the one with ultimate control and still could if he so wished. With her inability to move or struggle (not that it would do any good as he was inhumanly strong), she knew she was but a toy and pathetically vulnerable to the Arch Devil she knelt before.

Lillith smoothly traced the protruding veins of his organ with her velvety tongue and Demiurge hissed through his fangs as she descended, fully taking his burning length into her mouth. She bobbed gently, keeping a steady pace. Slowly but intently she sucked him, and his grip on her hair relaxed ever so slightly. The maid pulled back for air, panting lightly. He was thick enough to completely block her airway when she took him in too deeply. As she caught her breath, she slid her tongue excruciatingly slow along the underside of his shaft, flicking beneath his frenelum. He inhaled sharply.

He seemed to like that, considering how his cock flushed purple as even more blood raced to it and it hardened like marble.

She cast her eyes up at him again, and his other hand was now harshly clutching the edge of the doorway, his silver tail coiling and untwisting behind him, exhaling heavily.

Lillith took him back into her mouth, skillfully stroking her tongue between the valley of his glans once more, probing for the bundle of nerves. Honing in on it, Demiurge groaned and bucked against her forcefully. She quickly withdrew slightly so as not to gag, her lips keeping a firm grip.

"You have quite the talented tongue..." He muttered begrudgingly, seemingly impressed by how quickly she discovered his most sensitive spot.

Encouraged by the seldom given compliment from her master, she cradled his slick head with her tongue before she engulfed him again; this time taking him deeply into her moist cavern and she swallowed against his organ, her throat enclosing snugly around him.

This was a tried and true trick she learned in the brothel, which made her an often-requested favorite among clients.

Lillith heard a splintering snap and noticed he had actually crushed the timber of the door frame, he was grasping it so tightly. She swallowed him again, and the demon let out moan of approval, ecstasy lacing his voice.

She pulled back and smoothed her tongue over his glistening tip, and wrapped her lips around it once more, sucking with greater force this time. His head tilted back and she watched his chest expand, his breaths now deep. She found herself becoming aroused by how his usually authoritative composure was dissolving under her tongue's ministrations and it sent warmth rushing through her where it ultimately pooled between the apex of her legs.

His servant let her eyes flutter closed as she continued to pleasure her master, and took him further in. She flattened her tongue under his frenelum and suckled and laved, and saw his eyes roll back, his fangs bared as he fought not to lose it then and there. His hand refastened itself in a death grip on her hair, a shuddering moan escaping his lips.

Lillith withdrew entirely for another breath and flicked her eyes upward at the demon to see that he was already close. Demiurge was tensed like an serpent ready to strike, his chest heaving, his lips parted as he gazed down at her, his eyes glittering like hardened frost . His organ pulsed, and they both watched as a bead of pre-ejaculate oozed from the slit of his gleaming head, and slowly rolled down the tip. His eyes locked with hers, and they did not beg her, but commanded her. It sent an electric edgy feeling through her heart and felt herself growing slick on her thighs. She obediently swept it off the silken head with her tongue, boldly licking her lips afterwards.

He bristled, his jagged grin returning, and he untangled his hold on her hair. She heard the splintering sound again, and saw his talons lengthening and curving like five scythes, sinking deep into the wood of the door frame as though it were were made of butter. Icy fear wrapped its freezing fingers around her heart and squeezed at the reveal of this new arsenal of living weapons.

It was Aspect of the Devil: Scything Claws.

'Fuck.' Every fiber of her being was frozen in fear, and time stood still. Even the walls of the room seemed to hold their breath.

He broke the trance of terror when he growled deep in his chest, an inhuman, lion-like rumble, and she felt it reverberate from his rib cage and into the marrow of her bones. The Arch Devil narrowed his demonic gaze at her, with an undiluted hunger that screamed both 'kill' and 'ownership'. He was a predator daring his intended prey to try to outrun him, all for the thrill of the chase. She instantly understood, and backpedaled clumsily.

Demiurge ripped his hand out of the doorway, sending splinters of wood scattering around them as he sprung like a lion, charging after her. Without her arms and hands free to counterbalance, she tripped and rolled, adrenaline surging through her bloodstream and she scrambled back upright. Like a cat toying with an injured mouse, he purposefully let her flee into the hallway. The Arch Devil gave her a five second head start and then hauled after her, raking his talons along the wall as he charged, leaving deep crooked grooves on the surface in his wake so she would hear him coming for her. This scared the absolute Hell out of her, and nightmarish visions of his claws sawing through her flesh and muscle flashed across her mind's eye. She felt herself running in slow motion, her fear trapping her in a dreamlike state; her legs were suddenly too heavy, and the floor made of knee-deep wet cement. Thoroughly unnerved by the ripping sound trailing too closely behind her, she made the mistake of looking back and stumbled, falling hard, waking her.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Demiurge was on her instantly, rolling her over and pushing her against the floor flat on her stomach with his foot, holding her down firmly between her shoulder blades. He drew back his arm, raising his talons and brought them downward, slashing madly at her with acute and terrifying precision, sending bits of fabric flying in all directions as he shredded her dress like tissue paper, exposing her back and rear. A high scream tore from her throat, afraid that any moment he would connect with her skin and filet her like a fish with his deadly claws.

The demon thrilled at her cry of terror and the raw, unadulterated fear glistening in her eyes. Demiurge retracted his scythe talons, forcefully lifted her bottom up and jack-knifed her legs apart, mounting her. He stole the breath from her lungs as he lunged, impaling her with one smooth, brutal thrust. She keened as he invaded her slick folds, burying himself to the hilt. Her walls clenched harshly, quivering in shock, trying to force him out. If she had not already been wet the forceful penetration would have undoubtedly tore her. The Arch Devil pounded forward, frantically fucking her on the ground on all fours like an animal, his refined resolve having left him completely in a storm of furious, power hungry lust.

Still restrained, she had nothing to grasp for support and could only cry out uselessly and arch against his ferocity as he viciously drove into her. Demiurge's response to her shrieks was wordless; guttural, animalistic and possessive. The feeling of utter powerlessness beneath her inhuman, predatory master ignited a fire in the pit of her stomach, causing her mind to trip over any coherent thought.

Lillith let out shaky moans as she felt herself coming unhinged under the Arch Devil, her mind fogging with both fear and ecstasy. She was completely transfixed on the primal, indomitable force with which he was ravaging her and the heat of his taut, coiled body pressed against her bare back, the feeling of his pulsing organ throbbing like a wound between her legs.

Pain bit into her shoulder as he grasped her for a more secure grip, carelessly sinking his now smaller albeit still needle sharp claws into her overly sensitized flesh, rivulets of blood making small inconsistent trails down her collarbone and back. He plunged more ardently, seething through his fangs and he drove into her full force. His servant wailed in both pain and pleasure.

No one had ever taken her with such intent, bestial aggression before. The was no charade of love or kindness, no humanistic boundaries; he had no worry of lack of experience or fear of whether his size or sexual prowess was adequate. He was inhuman, not ruled by earthly bounds, and he fucked her as what he was; a demon, a predator, Hellbent on taking what he wanted. He was lust, greed, rage, and hate, and he had her caged beneath him. Leaning forward, he reduced his pace to graze her neck with his fangs; they were surprisingly sharp and snagged on her skin. His tongue flicked out, tasting her fear, his jaw trembling like it took all of his power not to clamp down and tear her throat out.

The message was clear. 'I could kill you so easily.'

It made the flush of her cheeks brighten until her vision swam, every nerve in her body electrified. His heated breath made goose flesh rise and the hair on the back of her neck flare in warning; every fiber in her body, down to her very DNA structure recognized him as the predator he was, and made fear scream from her every pore.

Demiurge backed up off of her to raise himself up on his knees, and he pulled her upright with him before locking his strong arms in a vice around her shoulders so she couldn't move. His tail coiled possessively around her waist, securing her body flush with his.

He then slammed back into her so hard she yelped, and regained his savage pace at breakneck speed. The demon latched his mouth onto the puncture wounds on her shoulder, and he greedily feasted from her veins.

She couldn't say she disliked this at all. She tried desperately to act like this sexually abusive, psychological terrorism didn't drive her wild, fought hard to will her body not to writhe against his, tried to fight the burning coil in her stomach. But he forced these primitive, submissive reactions out of her. He ripped her curtain of security wide open with claws long enough to disembowel the Earth and laid her out bare and exposed beneath his teeth and carnivorous gaze to devour. Her body no longer belonged to her, it was his as he claimed it like a beast claimed it's kill, marking her all over with his teeth and talons.

Her climax hit her so fast that the maid didn't comprehend what was happening until her walls clenched down around his throbbing shaft and her blood was set ablaze, the Arch Devil's name tearing unbridled from her mouth. Her ears rang and it felt like the world was crumbling beneath her, shock waves rattling her body.

She felt him again slow his thrusts, slowly curling his hips into her and dragging out the sweet torture as long as he could stand. Demiurge swept his tongue up the trail of blood on her collarbone, all the way up to her neck and stopping to exhale a feral snarl in her ear, fueled with hateful lust. The Arch Devil plunged one final time, and forcefully erupted within her; she felt every pulse of his orgasm as he pumped her passage full of his release.

The demon panted against her nape, and she felt the intense throb in his organ subside. He cut her restraint with a swipe of his claws, and she fell forward on all fours, still too exhausted to pick herself up off of the floor. He withdrew from her and slowly stood, staring down at her, and the rage that had once etched his features now only condensed within his gemstone eyes. He tucked himself away, and straightened his suit.

"I will only say this once. Do not EVER hide what I leave behind on your flesh; not from Sebas, and especially not from me. " He seethed, and his eyes were positively glowing with hellfire now . "I own you, and you will wear my marks."