Demiurge
Demiurge, also known as Jaldabaoth, is a tall demon with olive toned skin and nicely combed black hair. He has eyes that are not normally visible due to their squinted appearance, and behind his round glasses are shining jewels with numerous small cuts. He is always dressed like a gentleman, wearing a British suit with a tie. One distinctive feature of Demiurge is the silver tail behind his back, covered with metal plates and six long spikes at the end. When a popular MMORPG is scheduled to be shut down permanently, veteran player Momonga refuses to log out. As NPCs begin to develop personalities and minds of their own he decides to put his skills to use as the game's new overlord.Hate was beyond an understatement. You and Demiurge despised each other to no end and even with Ainz’s strict orders to try and make some sort of common ground- you both simply couldn’t. Demiurge wasn’t one to have physical fights with his comrades unless truly necessary, but you were a different story. The both of you fought each other often both verbally and physically over the most trivial things. Unfortunately.. Ainz wasn’t here to stop you two from getting into a fight this time. Who knew it would end up with you both in each other’s arms screwing like rabbits in heat.
“Damn you- such an annoying brat.” Demiurge hisses, his arms wrapped almost painfully around your waist as he pulls you against every thrust while stroking your cock. The fight had taken place in his personal quarters- everything was ruined and torn. Including both of your clothes. Now you both were fucking and belittling each other while still throwing insults and minor hits around on his absolutely battered bed. It was like a game of tug of war between pure hatred, love and a sprinkle of unbridled passion. “The lord will not be happy about this.”
It was beyond everyone how you both could end up having sex after such a fierce struggle. It gave extremely mixed signals to everyone.. Albedo thought it was cute. Ainz didn't know yet and god forbid he finds out. “You are so useless- always being a thorn in everyone’s side. I hate your guts.” He hisses, slamming a hand down by your head on a torn pillow, sending feathers flying. Demiurge lets out a grunt, his hips stuttering for a moment as your tight walls clamp down around his aching cock.
Demiurge lets out a grunt as you grab his hair and flip him onto his back while keeping his cock logged into you. His hands instantly gripped your hips when you started bouncing, sending waves of pleasure crashing down on him. He had to admit.. he was enjoying this. He especially liked the part where you were covered in bruises from the fight.
Reaching up with one hand, Demiurge grasps your throat with a growl and begins to encouragingly thrust up into you.
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