Overlewd

Steam hung thickly in the air as Demiurge entered the baths. After Ainz had gone bathing with them at the Spa Resort Nazarick, he had told the Guardians that they could make free use of the baths, as members of Ainz Ooal Gown. On his part, Demiurge was quite busy supervising matters outside Nazarick, but when he had returned to the 7th Floor to check on his domain, one of his Evil Lords had handed him a letter, written in careful script. It was an invitation from Mare, to join him in in the baths. Several questions marks rose in his head as he considered the intent behind that message, and then he decided to accept the offer.

And now, here he was in the washing area. Demiurge looked around for Mare, but he was nowhere to be seen. His gaze lingered briefly over the reflection of himself in the mirror. Apart from the tail that swished behind him, Demiurge was easily the most masculine of the Guardians - no, of anyone in Nazarick. His tall, athletic frame rippled with lean muscle, and his fire-resistant skin was clear, and bronzed as though he spent his days tanning himself. His dark hair was swept back along with his pointed ears, and his jewelled eyes were hidden behind his omnipresent glasses. He looked like the sort of person who should be modelling underwear in the real world, except that he was naked save for a small towel wrapped around his waist.

"D-Demiurge-san! S-sorry I'm late!"

The 7th Floor Guardian glanced to the entrance, and at the panicky, worried-looking boy who had called out to him. Mare was the Guardian of the 6th Floor, one of two, along with his sister Aura, and in many ways he was everything Demiurge was not. He was short where Demiurge was tall. His young body was bereft of the musculature Demiurge had in abundance. His hair was blond and his ears drooped low, in contrast to Demiurge. Where Demiurge exuded a manly air, Mare was surrounded by a feminine aura. Indeed, he dressed like a girl normally, and even outside of his skirt and stockings he still looked like one. Demiurge could not banish that mental image from his mind and looked away, lest his eyes offend even with his hands firmly by his side.

Mare seemed to take it as displeasure, and hesitantly asked, "A-are you all right, Demiurge-san? Did I off-"

"No, Mare," Demiurge replied, still looking away. "I am not upset. I am glad you asked me to come bathe with you. Now then, shall we begin?"

"Y-yes! Lets!"

******

Shortly after that they were seated down to scrub each other's back. Mare offered to start, and as he began scrubbing Demiurge's back, the latter wondered about the motives behind the invitation. This was mainly because of the way Mare's hands were moving. He spent more time touching Demiurge's back and spine than he did actually scrubbing it, his delicate little fingers tracing the ridges of hard muscle and the raised bumps on Demiurge's spine until they terminated in the tail which was bobbing companionably in the air. Mare's hands wandered over Demiurge's shoulders, probing and pressing at his muscles and sliding over his flanks, down to his waist. While technically, he was still washing Demiurge since Mare's soapy fingers carried the slick suds over his body... this was quite irregular.

"Mare."

"Yes!"

The wandering hands lifted off him immediately as the dark elf boy squeaked. Without looking at him, Demiurge continued.

"I think it's about time I returned the favor."

After hearing a stuttered "Y-yes!" from behind him, Demiurge turned around. When he did, he saw that Mare was facing him, his face bright red and fidgeting even more than usual. The boy squeaked and averted his gaze when he saw Demiurge was looking at him.

"A-ah, I-I'm sorry, I'll turn around right aw-"

"Do you really want this?"

Demiurge's voice was quiet and gentle. It cut through the silence that was punctuated only by the sounds of dripping in the distance. His fellow Guardian glanced warily at Demiurge's face, and then at his chest, and then at his belly.

Demiurge smiled. Mare was far too transparent.

"I guessed that this might be a reason for you to invite me here. I want you to know that I am not against it."

The boy gasped, and the demon in Demiurge savored his panic. But he did not let that part of him rule his actions or reactions. Mare was a fellow Guardian and a member of Nazarick, and more to the point he appreciated the boy's quiet loyalty and efficiency in carrying out his tasks. Perhaps Mare had a strange way of relieving his stress, but what of it? Everyone had their hobbies.

"T-then, can I wash your front too?"

There was a hint of urgency in that voice, and Demiurge could almost see him biting his lip and fervently hoping for the answer he wanted. Demiurge considered denying him and seeing his fragile little heart break.

But he would not be that cruel.

"Yes, go ahead."

Demiurge planted his feet squarely on the tiled floor and leaned back, spreading his legs as he did to expose himself fully to Mare. The steam-heavy seemed to sparkle for a moment as Mare's jaw fell open, his eyes wide as they took in Demiurge's sculpted chest, the prominent abdominal muscles... and the thick shaft between his legs, like a miniature version of the tail which grew from the base of his spine. Mare didn't even bother pretending to pick up his washcloth as he rose and approached Demiurge, his breathing ragged and faint as he drew closer to Demiurge's body. Though he hurriedly picked up the cloth and tried to give Demiurge a proper cleaning, he couldn't help himself and fell to his knees between Demiurge's legs, his girlish face scant inches from he object of his interest.

"Is it so strange?" Demiurge asked, his enigmatic smile firmly on his face. "I believe you have one too, although I have not sought yours out as eagerly as you have- ah."

Mare's fingers were caressing Demiurge's manhood, gingerly touching and poking at it like it were a living creature. In response to Mare's ministration, blood began flowing into the shaft, causing it to slowly enlarge and harden. Mare watched in awestruck silence until the tip of Demiurge's organ lightly poked into Mare's nose, making the boy squeak and stumble back.

"...It's big," Mare murmured. Indeed, Demiurge's manhood was nine inches long and almost as thick around as Mare's wrist. It quivered in time with Demiurge's heartbeat, and a musky smell rose from its tip. Mare stared transfixed, even as his own boyhood grew beneath him. It was a third of Demiurge's size and far thinner, though it pressed against his belly as his breath tickled the penis in front of him.

"This isn't its full size," Demiurge said mildly. "I have almost never needed to use this, but I suppose a demonstration would be appropriate. Aspect of the Devil - Rod of the Incubus!"

Demiurge's shaft twitched and bulged, and then it grew another three inches while its girth increased as well. Not only that, the scent pouring out of it seemed to sear its way into parts of Mare's brain, stimulating his animal instincts. Before Demiurge could say anything, Mare had fastened his soft little lips around the shaft that seemed far too big to fit inside his mouth. However, because of the magic imbued into the organ, Mare could get its thickness into him, and his small hands tightened around Demiurge's hips as she slowly pulled himself down the Rod until his face was buried in Demiurge's thick pubic thatch.

On his part, Demiurge could not possibly have been unaffected by the boy deep-throating his foot-long phallus, and he groaned in satisfaction as his cock penetrated Mare's throat.

"...Aaahhhh, that felt good. Normally, the Rod of the Incubus rules over women with violence and pleasure... though it seems you're close enough for it to count.

Demiurge ruffled Mare's hair as the boy moved his lips up and down his length. Demiurge had to fight the urge to groan in satisfaction every time that hot wet tightness travelled down his shaft and he felt Mare's girlish face bury itself in his groin.

"Good... yes, very good," he whispered. His fingers curled in Mare's hair as the heat built in his groin; the idea of violating the boy's face and filling his stomach with his seed was compelling and-

"-Mare, I'm about to cum, you should get off now-"

Mare didn't listen. Instead, he forced Demiurge's shaft into him, well into his throat, and as Demiurge's balls contracted he swallowed as hard as he could. Thick, sticky seed filled his mouth and nostrils, as Mare closed his eyes and tried his best to gulp down the contents of Demiurge's testicles as best as he could. As the surge tapered off, Mare slowly slid his mouth off Demiurge's phallus, pausing only when the glans was snugly within his mouth to suck and slurp as deeply as he could, his fingers stroking their way from Demiurge's base to the tip, in order to coax the last globs of sperm from the Guardian.

As the Rod of the Incubus pulled away, it left a gleaming, sticky trail that joined the tip of Demiurge's shaft to Mare's mouth, which hung open and was filled with Demiurge's thick semen. Mare's eyes were clouded with lust, his pupils formed into the heart-shapes of those enslaved to the Rod, and he unconsciously swallowed the last of Demiurge's load with a goofy smile on his face. Mare fell to all fours, and then leaned forward, so his face was buried in Demiurge's groin. The taller man picked Mare up in his arms, an uncharacteristically tender expression on his face, and headed to the hot tub with the boy.

******

"Say, Demiurge. You know you said you asked me about having children?"

"Hmm? What about it, Mare?"

Mare and Demiurge were soaking in the hot tub, with Demiurge's arm stretched out along the edge of the bath and Mare's head leaned comfortably against Demiurge's chest.

"I think I want to try it," he said, looking up into the taller man's jeweled eyes."

"You do? Well, there's the elves that you and your sister keep on your level. You could-"

"N-no, I mean..."

The red in Mare's face was not just from the heat around him. He swallowed hard, and then made as serious a face as he could.

"I-I want to make children with you."

Demiurge smiled, and he lazily flexed his arm, gathering Mare closer to him and working his fingers into the boy's blond hair, where they lightly scratched at his scalp. Mare winced, but the look on his face as Demiurge's deft fingers stimulated the sensitive spots on his scalp suggested that he had come to like it.

"Mare, we are both men. You know that, right? I cannot bear your children, and you can-"

"I w-want to try it!"

Demiurge blinked. He rarely heard Mare shout, and for him to do so...

Poor boy, he thought.

Demiurge scooped Mare into an embrace, patting him lightly on the back and whispering, "There, there, it's all right" to calm his pounding heart.

"I... I want to be Demiurge-san's woman. Just... just once."

As he said that, Mare clung tightly to Demiurge.  This was actually quite troublesome, because Mare was incredibly strong, much more so than Demiurge, and he didn't want to use force to remove him anyway. Instead, he stroked Mare's back, whispering calming words to him until the boy had calmed down enough to relax his grip.

"All right," Demiurge said as Mare let go. "I'm going to put you on my lap first. I need to get you ready."

Mare glanced down, between Demiurge's legs. Then he looked up to Demiurge again, with pleading eyes.

"But... can't you just put it in?"

"While I could, and the Rod of the Incubus might be able to facilitate such entry... no. I don't want to risk hurting you, even if I am confident in the use of my skill. Besides, this is for an experiment too. I want to see how good I can make you feel."

Mare bit his lower lip. Then he nodded, and allowed Demiurge to move him so that he sat perpendicular to Demiurge, on his lap. Mare's slender arms wrapped around Demiurge's strong chest with an unexpected strength which exceeded that of the larger man.

"Good, Mare. Now, spread your legs."

"O-okay..."

Nodding nervously, Mare's thighs drifted slowly apart, until only the small protuberance of his boyhood remained in the space between his open legs. Demiurge patted Mare lightly on his back with one hand, and the the other snaked between Mare's legs, grazing briefly against the boy's diamond-hard shaft, before he found his objective; Mare's anus. Demiurge tapped the tight entrance lightly with a fingertip, and Mare flinched. Then, he began slowly pressing at the circumference of his boy's hole with careful, probing fingertips, and Mare stifled a moan.

"Now, now, that won't do. Let your voice out. Don't be embarrassed. Nobody will think poorly of you for this, least of all me."

"B-but, won't your fingers get dirty?"

"This is a bath, after all, so it's fine. Tell me if it hurts. And relax. We won't be able to move on unless you're properly relaxed."

Demiurge's fingers worked deftly at Mare's ass, grazing, pinching, and teasing the soft flesh there. The boy should have been tensed up from fear, but Demiurge's adroit fingers and the lingering effects of the seed he had drunk from the Rod of the Incubus were doing their work on him, slowly loosening him up until Demiurge judged that he was relaxed enough.

"I'm going in," he said, and then the tip of one finger slowly worked its way into the boy's ass.

"A-ahhhh!" Mare exclaimed as his spine arched from the intrusion. Demiurge paused, and squeezed Mare's shoulder.

"Relax, breathe out. Let the tension go with it."

"Ha-...awawa..." Mare nodded as he forced himself to go limp. Meanwhile, the finger in his ass was twisting and questing inside, stimulating Mare's inner reaches and wearing away at the stiffness in his entrance until Demiurge could fit another finger inside him. With a smile of triumph, Demiurge curled both fingers and Mare went limp, swooning into Demiurge's arms even as a cloudy squirt of young precum escaped from the tip of his boyhood.

"It seems I've found the place that makes you a girl," Demiurge smiled.  "No, no, don't do that. Wait for it. It'll be better if you hold it in for now."

Mare removed his hands from his young shaft, and looked expectantly at Demiurge. He moaned softly as the taller man spread his hole open, and the warm water from the bath flowed into his depths. Mare's eyes glazed over in pleasure as the liquid heat spread through him, and he whimpered softly as Demiurge worked a third finger into him. Demi played lightly with Mare's sac as his fingers stretched out Mare's ass, but he never touched his boyhood.

"Well, I think you're ready. All right, Mare, up you go."

Mare's legs were weak from the pleasure that had been spreading through his body through his ass, and he tottered like a newborn deer as he slowly got to his feet, his hands clutching Demiurge's shoulders as he placed his legs on either side of Demiurge's waist, wincing as the emptiness between his spread thighs begged to be filled.

"Aspect of the Devil - Rod of the Incubus!"

Once more, Demiurge's demonic shaft swelled up, and Mare looked between his legs, at the phallus waiting for him below, with wide-eyed anticipation.

"Now, lower yourself down... slowly, don't worry, I'll support you."

Mare slowly flexed his thighs, and his legs kept drifting apart as he lowered himself and...

"Ah!"

The tip of Demiurge's shaft touched the center of Mare's loosed hole, and as his ass clenched, the strength fled his legs.

"A-ahh ahhhhh!" Mare moaned as Demiurge's phallus pierced him, stretching him out almost beyond belief as his anal ring lit on fire. Almost immediately, the pain faded away, transmuted into a sweet, simmering ache that spread from his buttocks through his groin through his belly and into the rest of him.

"Ha... hawa... ahhh..."

Mare's mouth hung open, his pupils the familiar heart-shape of anyone under the power of the Rod of the Incubus. The boy was squatting over Demiurge's crotch, legs wide open like some kind of strange frog, his own smaller shaft flat against his sleek belly. Demiurge smiled, and transferred his hands from Mare's hips to his back, hugging him close and trapping Mare's boyhood against his sculpted abdomen.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Guh-goo-good..." Mare rasped. The rod was like a hot steel bar inside him, filling him with electricity and warmth and his mind with a sweet pink mist that turned it pleasantly blank. All conscious thought had vanished from his mind; he was vaguely aware that impaling himself further on the wonderful hardness that filled him would feel even better, so he did.

"Unggh... so... so good... my butt... so good..."

Demiurge was strong and firm, and Mare felt safe within his arms. Part of him knew he was thrusting his hips, but that was only a small part. The rest was consumed in the endless waves of delicious electricity that ran through him every time the tip of the Rod ran over the little jewel in his ass which made his body shudder and his mind go blank. His tongue hung out as he increased the speed of his humping, sensing an impending peak which he was desperate to reach, until at last-

"Ahh, Mare!' Demiurge gasped, and then came deep inside the dark elf boy. The first squirt came as Mare was lifting himself, which pushed him almost to the edge, and as the second jet filled him it was sweet liquid in liquid as the boy impaled himself on the Rod of the Incubus, arching his back as he climaxed against Demiurge's rock hard abs. His mind went a pure white as the orgasm robbed him of the ability to think.

******

When Mare came to, he was collapsed against Demiurge's chest. Demiurge's belly was painted in the sticky white seed he had discharged in the throes of release, and...

"Where is it?" Mare asked. His ass, it felt so empty, and-

"Mare," Demiurge smiled. "You just woke up. You've been out for half an hour. Maybe you need a break."

"B-but, I'm fine, I can do it-"

"Really? Mare, you came so hard you passed out. I think you need some time to recover."

"A-aw. Really?"

"I would not dream of depriving Ainz-sama of a worthy servant because he exhausted himself sexually. Think of it as a reward," he smiled.

"...So we can do this again in future?"

"Only if you do good work for Ainz-sama."

"You bet!" Mare smiled as he embraced Demiurge.

******

"...What. The. Hell."

Aura looked up from the book titled "Savage Thrusting Passions". She glanced over to the bored-looking Shalltear, who blinked in surprise.

"What?"

"Did you write this trashy schlickfic?"

"What - no - what?!"

"Don't play dumb with me, flatso! This is my brother, I am the only one who's allowed to bully him or embarrass him, do y-"

"What are you on about, shorty? I never wrote that book, and in the first place the only man I like is Ainz-sama!"

"Ahhhhh enough of that crap, you damn airport! I'm going to kick your ass!"

"So that's how you want to settle it, you microbe?! Come, my armor!"

As the fight unfolded, all Mare could do was sigh.