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This story uses the same setting as my other story "Momon, Big Black Changeling". Essentially, Ainz Ooal Gown is the same type of creature as in that story, although this and that story happen in different worlds.

Stuck in this peculiar situation through no fault of his, Ainz could only do the one logical thing. He pointed towards the surrounding servants, including the representative who had been guiding them thus far. They had all looked as equally bewildered as Nabe. A severe memory-binding spell was cast from his fingers, causing the group to descend to their knees in agony as their brains were literally rewired by his spell. Then Ainz pointed at Narberal, who was still staring blankly at him, and said, "Return to base. Forget all this. Now!"

And then, without missing a beat, Ainz quickly cast a Gate spell right behind him, directly on top of the sidewalk. He and Zesshi then fell through, right into a field of grass, before he willed the Gate close.

"Oof!" Zesshi groaned. "Please be a lot gentler with me, my love. Were the baby a bit older, we'd be in big trouble."

He was finally able to extricate himself from her leech-like grasp. He rolled to the side and looked around him. The Gate had been wild and direction-less, but it was still to a place he had been before, even in passing. They were in what appeared to be a field of tall grass, the blades stirring from the breeze. The sun shone high in the sky, its rays shrouded by the clouds.

"Where are we…?" Zesshi muttered behind him. "This doesn't look that romantic a place." She snapped her fingers, and concentrated, as if she was deep in thought. "About forty miles… west of the capital of Arwintar…" She whistled. "That's a long way from the city. I congratulate you, my love. This feat of magic surely befits one destined for legend."

"Please…" Ainz said, pounding his helmet with his fists. "Would you please stop with the 'love' part? We aren't lovers."

"But how can that be?" Zesshi said, stooping so she was squatting on the ground. Ainz stiffened and dared not look at whatever place would be revealed by her current pose. "We've already made love. Dozens, hundreds of times. We may not be husband and wife, but it's far fairer to claim we're lovers, aye?"

"We're not—" Ainz sighed. "What were you doing there, anyway?"

"They thought to punish me for being 'impertinent' towards the governing class of the Theocracy, but I did nothing wrong. It is well within my rights and authority to keep the memory of you entirely for myself, Momon. I'm a selfish girl like that," she said, shrugging.

It was okay to be selfish, but she was being far more unreasonable. In one fell swoop she had endangered his standing with the Theocracy, by forcing him to physically brainwash a few of their people. He had no way of knowing if they had the means to detect such sabotage, and if they could trace it back to him. And then there was the secret that Narberal had seemingly overheard, and now he had no chance to explain his side of the story to her. To do that, he would have to take care of Zesshi somehow, and that was hard to do.

Obviously, he didn't want to hurt Zesshi.

"Please…" he said, trying not to sound like he was actively complaining. "Let us cleave to business, at least at the start. I would very much like to complete my compact with your nation in a speedy and favorable manner, and what on earth are you doing?"

He had to stop, mesmerized, when he turned and glimpsed Zesshi. She was now actively stripping off her clothes, right there, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Forgive me, my dear, but I simply must have a taste of your delicious cock again. I can't quite describe it, but I do feel an attachment to sex. Addicted, perhaps. It's been bothering me very much the past few days. I haven't been able to sleep. Surely that's bad for the baby."

"And you want to do it here? Of all places?" he cried. His voice echoed out over the meadow, and into the cloudy sky, like a shout from some powerful god.

Zesshi looked upwards, blinking, as if in silent contemplation. "Oh very good, my love. A very strong and capable voice. Decisive. Authoritative. That will surely instill the proper fear and respect into the children."

Ainz fought the urge to slam his head against the ground. He was this close to just opening a Gate to the farthest random location he was capable of going, and just staying there for a long time. He would train his mind and body, purging all corruptive influences so it could better resist the temptations of the flesh, like a dutiful ascetic.

Of course he could do that. But he didn't. And why?

Zesshi was already down to her undergarments.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Ainz said, almost biting his tongue in self-flagellating agony. The mere sight of her pale, smooth skin, which he recalled kneading and biting and licking, which he recalled dripping with sweat vaginal fluid and semen, sent his mind into a dozen different places at once. The urge to flee was strong, but so was the instinct to breed.

"What was that, my love?" Zesshi said, innocent (perhaps) of the effect she was having on his sanity. Unable to bear it, he took off his helmet, prying it loose to let the breeze soothe his sweaty face. He exhaled loudly several times, his face upturned to the sun like some flower.

It was then that Zesshi tackled him. He was just about determined to throw her off, when he felt her moistness against his lips. She was kissing him, fiercely. Her tongue was already knocking against his teeth, desperate to pierce through the breach and rub against his own tongue. Ainz fell back against the ground, struggling futilely—against Zesshi's strength and his own body's steadfast refusal to obey him—and felt the intense pressure on his mind to give in.

When his mouth opened, allowing a flood of her spit to come coursing in, he knew the battle was lost. Feelings of intense lust and manly libido filled his body and mind in overwhelming numbers, leaving him only with the instinct to breed. He clasped his arms around Zesshi's smaller body, turning their bodies around so as to press her body under him. Then their bodies sank deeper into the meadow, flattening whole swathes of grass as their tongues eagerly started in on each other like hungry beasts.

Nabe, along with all the other shadow demons who had been watching the surprising turn of events, could only stare blankly at the spot where their lord had been. Narberal Gamma, who yet looked out upon the outside world with the child-like sneer of a being who deemed all other life outside Nazarick as little more than inferior pests, could not reconcile the memory of the human kissing her lord. And her lord kissing back, instead of pulverizing the offending human into many small pieces.

It just did not fit her current world view. In fact, she had never seen Lord Ainz kiss anyone.

Fortunately, there were some among the shadow demons who, perhaps ingrained with far more common sense as NPCs than their brethren, saw that the current situation was difficult. Here she stood, amid a group of humans groaning on their knees in the ground. That woman was gone, and so was Ainz Ooal Gown, and thus it would fall to Nabe to explain everything away.

And of course, their Master had not decreed anything for this particular situation. Therefore, they had to fall back to their Master's general decree—that outside of any orders from either Himself or an authorized person, such as Chief Overseer Albedo, they were to flee and hide from all instances of humanity altogether.

"Let us hide, Narberal!" they were saying, in the whispering speech of their kind. Accordingly, they pulled the stunned, listless Pleiades away, trusting that the Master had a plan, and an explanation for what had occurred. They spirited her back to her room at the inn, and barricaded her in. They would settle in for a long time, perhaps even longer—no, for as long as it needed to be. The Master's word was everything.

Yes, they would leave it all to the Master.

The poor meadow didn't know what had struck it. It was as if a fire-breathing dragon had come to lay waste to the whole stock of grass, starting a wildfire that had yet to abate. The animals in the undergrowth had all fled from the resulting onslaught, while some poor unfortunates had been caught in the blaze, never to breathe again.

The wave of heat that seared that area now—and for many a day after—seemed like just another background prop that lent a gentle sensual atmosphere to the divine lovers copulating on the blackened ground. Neither Ainz nor Zesshi much cared that they were rolling around naked among ash—the ash did not stick to their skin despite the copious amount of sweat beading it, and they never felt discomfort from the many bumps and rocks that littered the charred ground.

In fact, all their energies were focused currently on their breathless lovemaking, as their hips continued to drive against each other with relentless energy. Wet, slapping sounds punctuated Zesshi's loud, zesty moans, as they rocked their bodies together in this twisted ash-strewn bed of their own making. They slammed their hips with enough force to wreck a boulder, which neither of them noticed, for obvious reasons.

The fire had not been a consequence of immense friction caused by his cock repeatedly slamming home inside, as one might have assumed at first. Rather it was something that Zesshi had produced herself, as part of the couple's fiery foreplay. There had been an intense wrestling match, with the both of them utilizing all that their natural, un-armored body could accomplish to pin down the other and emerge on top, therefore leading the way for the rest of their copulation.

Zesshi had attempted all kinds of spells—including fire—but Ainz was far too powerful to affect, fizzling against his body's natural magical resistance. If he was still wearing his proper armor, the magic would have been completely absorbed into mana for him. Thus, as lightning and fire and ice and all manner of elements splashed fruitlessly against his body, Ainz had her down and flat on the ground, spreading her thighs wide open to spread her vulva for him, her upraised feet dangling in midair. Then he pinned her legs upward so her feet were right beside her cheeks as he pressed down his body on her completely. He therefore proceeded to grind her cock-starved mind into slush by pulverizing her hips with relentless rapid-fire motions.

A humming sound preceded Zesshi's explosive orgasm. "Hummmm…" she went, until she exhaled a loud battle cry, as her fluids gushed out of her used cunt. The feeling of being seeded by a superior human specimen would never fail to make her cum. Each wild spurt inside her was like a small lightning spell that sent delicious shivers throughout her whole body. Her toes curled, her back arched as she sent deep, bleeding grooves into her lover's back, well-pleased at the fact he had brought her swiftly into another mind-bending orgasm. Ainz, for his part, grunted and slipped a fresh batch of his baby batter inside her pregnant womb, unknowing or doubting the truth of an actual baby inside. His mind focused more on the exhilarating feel of expending his pent-up seed inside a lovely woman. That left the both of them content and sated.

"Well, now, looks like we made a big mess of it all again," she remarked later, as they spooned in the middle of the burning patch. She still kept him firmly inside her, hard and ready to begin when needed, but also as a plug to keep her navel pleasantly engorged with his cum. Neither of them felt the heat much: to Ainz it was like sitting beside a weak light bulb.

"You're the one who started spitting fire everywhere like some dragon," he said accusingly. Fire, then ice, then others—she ran the whole elemental field in their violent foreplay.

She turned her face towards him. She traced her fingers over his barrel chest, delighting in the grooved firmness of his muscles. "While I appreciate the thrill of outdoor sex, my dear, I would love it even more if we went somewhere a little more private."

Ainz groaned. "You want to do more?"

Zesshi pointed to the sky above. "It's still the middle of the day, my dear. More than enough time for us to be truly satisfied." She poked his cheek, causing him to huff in irritation. "Or did you just want to leave it like this?" she asked, pointedly rubbing her moist nipples against him. Then she squeezed around his member, causing him to hiss pleasantly through his teeth.

"… Well then," she said, smirking as his hips stirred to life.

He opened another Gate.

For hours Narberal Gamma just sat there. The other shadow demons, who had long since recovered, kept watch on her anxiously as her normal human face further devolved into that of a doppelganger, like ice melting slowly in the heat. With no news from the Master and with their only viable link to Nazarick stuck in this condition, they were paralyzed in this permanent morass of uncertainty.

Eventually, Nabe's mind began to move. It restarted from the beginning, and freed itself from the quagmire that had been produced from shock. If Ainz was watching, he would have likened it to a computer program rebooting after its functions had halted, though he would have complained that it had taken a long time.

Still, she managed to return to the relative "present". She blinked and looked around, hoping she could find her lord Ainz.

"…He still hasn't returned?" she asked the shadow demons.

"No, ma'am," they said. "And there have been no other instructions as well. What are your orders?" Despair and confusion gripped her like a dread pincer. In times like this, her instincts as a member of the Pleiades took over. She naturally deferred to a position of authority, which usually meant Sebas Tian, or one of her sisters. Yet with Sebas having been tasked by the Master with another responsibility, her ultimate authority now would be Albedo, the Overseer of Nazarick.

She unwrapped a spell scroll, upon which the liches had inscribed the ever-useful spell Message. Without further thought, she activated it.

It should be noted that at this point, Nazarick was operating as well as an antique clock. An antique clock that made no noise and functioned exactly as it was intended without anything to indicate otherwise. And yet it was obvious that it needed professional help to fix all the underlying parts. The gears were rusted, and the interlocking machinery was brittle and close to breaking down.

Ainz had initially instituted a command hierarchy, copied from the arrangements that had been true in Yggdrasil. Albedo was his second-in-command, with the other Guardians forming a ladder-like progression of responsibility from NPC to NPC down to the basic skeletons guarding Nazarick's exterior. Over time, that initial arrangement was eroded and broken down, most specifically due to the actions of two of Nazarick's most prominent NPCs: Albedo and Shalltear.

Ainz had endured Albedo's constant flirtations from the very start of his arrival here in the New World. His (then) ironclad will demanded that he stay away completely from her apparent charms, which were exemplified by him delegating commands to Albedo from behind a thick protective barrier, or through the use of an intermediary, or failing that, through Message. This apparent distancing was perceived in many ways by the other NPCs, not the least of which was Shalltear. Despite Ainz also trying his best to not engage her, the elegant vampire took this as a sign that Ainz did not favor the Overseer, and thus actively campaigned to increase her support among the other NPCs.

This "support" was aimed at presenting herself as an official consort of the Supreme Overlord, destined to bear his young. She would also supplant Albedo in their lord's esteem. Albedo caught wind of her attempts and immediately set up her own power bloc, and from there it was a silent war.

Shalltear's betrayal from mind control set her back quite a bit, despite Ainz's assurances that she had been resurrected without any complications. Anyone could see that she had then been relegated far down the hierarchy, even if Ainz did not intend it that way (he was only wary of sending Shalltear out to the world where she was a known entity as Henyopenyoko, Momon's supposed nemesis). Her supporters either jumped ship to Albedo's side or became neutral, much like Demiurge's faction, who had from the start deigned to throw his support to any one side in the contest.

Naturally, Shalltear did not take this lying down, and resolved to appeal to Ainz directly. As ever, his desire to rein in his male instincts got him to stay away from her, which produced the requisite effect on observers that he was shunning her for her failure. The fact that Ainz was also doing the same to Albedo did not seem to matter in the slightest. Albedo, therefore, had a comfortable lead in Nazarick for quite a few months, secure in her position as Overseer and chief candidate for official child-bearing consort.

The status quo yet again changed much later, when Albedo's affection for Ainz turned nearly violent. This was some time after the disturbance in the Capital, when Nazarick was looking to expand its outer defenses. Struck by some peculiar form of madness, (to which she had always insisted to be a generous outpouring of her love) she had outright assaulted Ainz in a surprise attack, which had turned into a now-legendary fight with Mare and a group of Eight-Edge Assassins squaring off against Albedo for a full minute, which ended up destroying a fair bit of the infrastructure.

In the aftermath, the blatant destruction of guild property and Albedo's refusal to obey his orders to desist had changed something in Ainz. He had summoned the whole of Nazarick to him and had made his displeasure known. The NPCs could never forget the fact that he had threatened to leave the world entirely (even if he couldn't manage that himself) and they thus pledged to uphold his new directives.

Naturally this ended up permanently harming Albedo's prospects as the heir-maker, as it was clear that lord Ainz had been much displeased by her behavior. Shalltear secretly rejoiced in her own way, despite the fact that NPC support for her side didn't really change all that much. Now most of the NPCs thought that this notion of "bearing an heir" was something none of them should decide for themselves, as there was now a growing opinion—propagated most by Demiurge—that it was only Ainz who would decide best.

Many a curious NPC then turned their suspicions on Clementine, the resident human who had been abducted for mysterious reasons and imprisoned in Nazarick. Yet her so-called imprisonment was more of a voluntary house arrest, especially with an actual homunculus maid assigned to tend to her. The NPCs had long wondered why the human was tolerated for so long in Nazarick, as Ainz had even been merciless when it came to the invaders of the Tomb. That Lupusregina Beta, one of the Pleiades, had struck some sort of understanding with the human was also surprising.

Incidentally, Tsuareninya, the other human who had been taken in, was never once considered, as she was considered Sebas' "pet".

In the aftermath of Albedo's punishment, much of the speculation was now placed on lord Ainz possibly choosing a human, especially a human he clearly favored, as the candidate no one expected. Naturally, few took this guess seriously. Only Cocytus was warm to the idea, but he was warm to any arrangement where the Master would grant them an heir, and did not really care who managed it.

Since Albedo had to be confined for a number of months, her duties were then to be temporarily handed over, with all attendant authority properly devolved, into the rest of the Guardians. Everyone now had a share of the responsibility for administrating Nazarick. Even when Albedo was finally released, her many former duties remained split among the other Guardians, further cementing the perception that she had fallen far in the lord Ainz's eyes, and by extension, his favor.

In reality, Ainz had just forgotten to change the arrangements again, especially when Jircniv had come visiting and the idea to create the Sorcerous Kingdom had come out. By the end of it, Ainz had been forced to escaped the resulting consequences by becoming Momon and agreeing to meet with the Slaine Theocracy, which had then led to the preceding events.

Therefore, the current state of affairs, likened previously as an antique clock, left Nazarick in a very tense situation. Many were uneasy about Albedo, who had become significantly changed since her imprisonment. Some were even glancing askance at Shalltear, who had become quite obnoxious with her attempts at legitimizing herself, most often in the presence of Albedo, which might have been deliberate. Many such occurrences could easily have led to another battle, but Ainz's stern edict was a fresh reminder—should he become disappointed once more, he would surely make do on his promise of abandoning all of Nazarick. As such, even Albedo had to grit her teeth, but the hostility was plain to see, and even the twins Aura and Mare tried not to approach her carelessly. They did try to make Shalltear see sense, but as the most powerful in Nazarick, she was only emboldened by Albedo's reactions.

"You really have an empty head, don't you, Shalltear," Aura had said, sighing in disappointment.

More recently, the news of Ainz's disappearance had "overclocked" the place, heightening the tensions even more. His abrupt, unannounced disappearance had shocked and frightened all its inhabitants. Some were even enraged, like Demiurge.

"Narberal Gamma," he had all but shouted. "Was your responsibility not to protect and watch over Lord Ainz? Explain yourself!"

Needless to say, poor Narberal, who'd herself been bewildered, had to endure that and similar other rebukes. Cocytus had advocated an immediate military expedition into the Theocracy, just in case they had somehow kidnapped Lord Ainz. Shalltear had been greatly furious, and had promised to torment her personally if Ainz was not found. Aura had called her an idiot repeatedly. Even Mare seemed quite angry at her. And Albedo's answer didn't even need to be mentioned.

This was partly a factor that had led to her current paralysis. She had failed. Again.

The Message went through, and as per protocol, it went to Albedo first.

"Judging by your halting voice, it appears you've done something you wish to regret. Once again." Albedo's voice was low and silky, like a serpent.

"Y-Yes! I…" Nabe trembled in her boots, trying to summon what little courage was left in her bones. "I—I—I—regret… to inform you… that…" she stuttered, trailed off, unable to say more.

"SPEAK, WORTHLESS WORM!" Albedo hissed.

"Y-yes, my lady!" Nabe chirped. "I regret to report that… That… Ainz-sama has disappeared… Again…"

A long, enduring silence. When Albedo responded, her voice did not need to shout to make Nabe flinch.

"And how," she said, "Was that possible when you were supposed to be by his side at all times? That was your directive, Narberal Gamma."

"My apologies, I crave your p-pardon, my lady… I truly did not expect lord Ainz to have—"

"Enough." That one word cut her short precisely. "I do not expect groveling, especially as Lord Ainz has gloriously spread his benevolent wings upon everyone of Nazarick. But I will remind you of the consequences you will be facing—should the worst happen." And that referred to Ainz's permanent disappearance.

Narberal's whole body trembled. Fear gripped her—the fear of her fellow NPCs, angered by her failure—but there was also the bigger fear that they all shared. The fear of abandonment.

When Albedo terminated the Message, Narberal sat, silent. She took another scroll, and activated the Message spell on it. Her next step was to contact her sisters, the maids of the Pleiades, and report this extraordinary development to them.

She had little choice but to do that. This was one of the new directives that Ainz had decreed her do. She didn't know if Albedo was aware of that or not. Certainly, it seemed redundant to make reports twice, but that was what Ainz desired, so it would be fulfilled.

"Narberal Gamma? What is it?" said her sister, Yuri Alpha.

"Sister, I…" Just as with Albedo, she found she could not speak clearly. The weight of her failure was like a millstone weighing down her neck, choking her. She did not want to disappoint her sisters, especially, since she was the one who had been chosen by Lord Ainz to accompany him out of all of them. To the Pleiades it was a wonderful opportunity that they had wished for themselves, and now she was squandering it like a fool. "I have something… to report…"

Ainz was in the middle of watching a beautiful woman's tits jiggling like fruits when he heard the initial Message. Still locked in the throes of lust, he ignored that, and continued to pump upwards into Zesshi's body, meeting her downward strokes with his cock. He turned her so her back was to him. He watched her butt jiggle with every impact, and watched her flushed pale skin ripple lewdly with every wet smacking sound.

Soon enough, the urgent Message failed, like a phone left unanswered. He was mildly aware that it was something urgent, as no one called him up with Message unless it was some big, unprecedented emergency. When he needed to contact his subordinates, he called them, and not the other way around.

"Hngg… Ahnnngg… Haaah…"

"What's the matter…?" he asked, grinning madly. He pointedly fired off a supersonic series of deep thrusts, causing her to burble in her throat. "Can't even talk anymore? Stupid bitch."

His abusive words didn't seem to register for Zesshi, whose only response was a considerable tightening of her sheath. He was remarkably impressed that the former human/cumdump had put up as much resistance as she had. As ever, after a battle of wits and endurance he had come out on top, reducing the proud, competitive human into a mere sex doll that could do nothing but take his meat rod without complaint.

And if Zesshi was currently a mindbroken mess, then it was a satisfied mindbroken mess. Somehow Momon had discovered that she responded very well to being creampied, as he'd observed her cunt's reaction every time. Thus, she had no idea that he had morphed his genitals accordingly, such that he became much more of a quickshot, but also with an equally short refractory period, making for swift, intermittent bursts of cum.

Thus equipped, Ainz cunningly used his frequent ejaculations as precision bombs that he used to slam through her mind during the initial stages of their fucking. Whenever she tried to force a new tactic, he instantly fired his next load of cum, effectively paralyzing her and forcing her to become more compliant to his next assault. She was unable to find some way to counteract this surprising new tactic, except with a few insistent squeezes of her cunt, which only made him cum all the sooner, negating whatever advantage she had. The sensations therefore piled up, one after another, like a dam filling up, and then, inevitably the dam collapsed—leading to her current state.

After his latest orgasm, Ainz wasn't done, and yet he allowed her body to flop against him lifelessly as he grunted in some annoyance. He readied his Message spell, then wondered who among them he should call. Everyone in Nazarick had Messaged him, which had annoyed him for the past half-hour of fucking Zesshi.

Albedo… No, definitely not. Shalltear was also out. So were the Pleiades. That left—

"Demiurge."

"Lord Ainz..! You're..!"

"What is it?" he snapped. "What's with all the calls?"

"Your pardons, my lord, but it was an emergency. The unworthy Narberal Gamma had reported that you had disappeared, again!"

He felt the first stirrings of a headache creep into his mind. He tried to completely ignore it, as he was currently not in the mood for such things. "That I did. I assure you, everything is alright."

"I see… That is good news my lord! But please forgive my presumption in asking: why did you not inform us beforehand?"

Is it any business of yours, he wanted to ask, but Ainz remembered that he had made a promise with his NPCs, ever since the incident with Zesshi at the temple. He had promised that if he was going on any unscheduled visits, he should at least inform them, despite not required to divulge any reason why. Frankly, this was a good compromise, as he had vowed never to tell them about Zesshi, but he was also careful not to alienate Nazarick, who were all precious to him.

"I did tell Narberal. Did she not tell you?"

"She did… but…"

He recalled telling Narberal he would be back, hadn't he? He searched his memory, beyond the recent pleasurable exercises with Zesshi, and recalled that yes, he had told her.

"… I did tell Narberal Gamma, Demiurge," he insisted.

"That is true, my lord."

"And so, there is nothing to worry about. There should be nothing to worry about."

"Yes, ah, that is so. But-"

"Hm? You have some objection, Demiurge?" he asked, a bit anxious.

"No, but my most sincerest pardons my lord, the content of the message has been… disturbing."

"In what way?"

"Well, Narberal Gamma claimed that you brought a human with you."

He blinked. He stayed silent, hoping that he hadn't heard right.

"A female human," Demiurge emphasized. "A female human who seemed quite familiar with you. Who wanted to have… as I hear it…'babies'."

"What? Why would she…?" Ainz hissed.

"So it is not true?"

Ainz hesitated. What the hell was he supposed to say? That Nabe was lying, was seeing things? Wait, didn't he tell her not to say anything? I should've modified her memories too! Damn it!

He glanced down, and played with Zesshi's sticky breasts. On one hand, he wanted to sort this difficulty out now. On the other hand, he dreaded the headache that would come out of dealing with his subordinates personally. This was sort of a vacation to him—a liberating, pleasurable vacation, where he could fuck a beautiful girl with a sexy body without any complications. The notion of child-making aside, it was as if he had discovered an addictive substance, and he wanted, needed that ever-fleeting high and damn anyone who wanted to get in his way. It was highly irrational, but what man wouldn't want to be irrational when he's balls deep in someone like Zesshi?

He finished flicking her nipples and sat back, shifting his position on the ground. "Listen, Demiurge. I want you to listen very carefully to me. Because I also don't want to repeat myself, I also would like you to relay my instructions."

"My lord, I am ready," said Demiurge, with more reverence than he was used to hear from him.

"Listen to my words and listen well. I am and will continue to be at undisclosed locations for the foreseeable future. I expect Nazarick's current operations to continue as they are, and should there be astounding—astounding, Demiurge—questions, you are free to use Message to contact me. Otherwise, you will leave my business to me, as is right and proper. Is that clear?"

"Yes, understood," Demiurge said.

He could tell he wanted to ask more questions. "Is there anything else that needs to be clarified?"

"What of Narberal Gamma and the mission to the Theocracy?"

He glanced back down at the dozing Zesshi, who exuded a certain sexual majesty as she lay naked on top of him. She possessed as much coquettish charm as any gravure idol he knew—more, even. He curled a possessive arm around her midriff.

"You can tell her too stand by. I'll take charge of making up something for the Theocracy once I'm done." It was as simple as feigned sightings of Henyoponyoko's "vampire associates", whom Momon was sworn to destroy, or so the stories said. And he supposed it was easy to unleash Shalltear on some random village to make the story stick.

"… Very well, Lord Ainz." Demiurge seemed to want to talk more, but Ainz had tired of it.

"See to it," he said curtly, before terminating the Message. He sighed, and tried to banish the fresh thoughts of work and intrigue from his mind. They were like flies that had wandered inside his house; with a flick, they were gone, leaving him to bask in the post-coital warmth that had been so rudely interrupted.

He felt Zesshi stir. He felt her breath hitch up, as if she'd just woken. Her body squirmed, and her cunt likewise clamped hard around his length, as if in greeting.

"Momon…" she said, smiling blearily up at him.

He grunted. "I won."

"You did, huh…" She yawned. "I never stood a chance."

He tried not to grin in satisfaction. Even if he quite deserved it, for being able to tame someone whom he considered "strong". It was perhaps the same feeling as that of a man who has broken in some stubborn horse, bending it ably to his will. His coupling with Zesshi always involved battle, and he was gratified to always be winning. Her submission to his skills stoked his pride, even if some parts of her personality unnerved him somewhat.

She didn't look like she wanted to do anything more, yet, despite the fact that he was already inside her, rock hard and ready to go. She looked up at him with her mismatched eyes, her gaze quiet and introspective. He stared right back, feeling just a bit anxious about what she'd propose next.

During their day-long sexual escapade, they had been to many different locales using Gate, to places where he had been before. He had obliged Zesshi's requests, despite knowing he could have easily refused. In a way, he wanted to indulge her whims, knowing she would become much easier to please when they found new locations where they could fuck.

They had gone to the very top of a giant tree, somewhere near the forest where he and the Guardians had fought that demon. They had copulated feverishly under the shelter of great boughs. Surrounded by the myriad sounds of nature, it had heightened the pleasure from immersing themselves deeper into the primal act of mating, as if the pair were really trying to really ensure the continuation of their species. Later he had then given chase to Zesshi through the trees, with the both of them clad entirely in their birthday suits as they jumped from branch to branch. The forest seemed to erupt around them, aroused by this bizarre mating custom, as Ainz fought to prove himself worthy to make Zesshi his mate. And when he finally caught Zesshi they had resumed their congress right beside a humble spring, where their essences joined the water's downward flow into the heart of civilization.

Then they had gone to the beach, somewhere on the western coasts of the Holy Kingdom. There Ainz had been able to experience an old fantasy of his from the old world, influenced by the many commercials involving scantily-clad models frolicking in a recreation of a white-sand beachfront. The bright sun, and the murmur of the waves only seemed to heighten Zesshi's sultry beauty, as she rode him raw until they left an imprint on the sand. They finished off that particular session with a quick dip in the sea, where Ainz had demonstrated his power once more to conjure an air bubble for the both of them. They then allowed the bubble to drift into deeper waters while they made love inside, now surrounded by the wondrous luster of bright corals and multi-colored fish. Even the arrival of a mega-shark who could not pierce Ainz's bubble was able to dampen their inner-bubble romance, especially when it was driven off by a family of lumbering whales, who only gave the couple a cursory stare before drifting off. They then finished off the session by destroying a scaled leviathan together, which they then dragged to the nearest port to cause some mischief for the people there.

This recent session was a little more prosaic, but it had its own charms. He had taken them into some farmer's house, somewhere within the territory of the Holy Kingdom, according to her. They had found refuge inside the filthy, stinky barn, where they had almost frightened the animals with their loud, thunderous noises. Eventually, he had accepted the surrounding smell and atmosphere as normal, even accentuating their lovemaking, as if they owned the farm, and were looking to make a few more sturdy sons or dutiful daughters to round off the pastoral life. He didn't know if Zesshi thought that way, but that was his fantasy. Ainz had wondered what the farmer or his family would think when they came back to see the evidence that some odd couple had been rutting right in their barn.

Despite the fact that he could easily facilitate a memory change, he still intended for them to leave before any unpleasant awkwardness. Yet right before he could touch upon the subject, she spoke.

"So… you're really that weird sorcerer, huh? Ainz Ooal Gown?"

His jaw dropped open, as he stared wide-eyed at her. Her face betrayed no change, nor of any hint of her inner thoughts. She just stared back as he felt his heart start to beat faster. In fact, his cock seemed to lengthen even further thanks to some bizarre instinct, though she didn't seem to notice. His most prominent instinct at the moment was to prepare a powerful spell to blast her to smithereens.

"… What?" he said, croaking.

Zesshi shrugged. "It makes no difference to me who you are, by the way. You're you, you're strong, you're all I need. Still…"

He cleared his throat. His mind was racing again, as he tried to ascertain the best course forward. He was painfully aware of his own nakedness, which was just as equal to powerlessness in his opinion. He had another wild thought to transform into a powerful beast that could simply crush her bones. "And what… could ever give you the idea?"

"Just now," she said. "I detected the Message you were having, and I just decided to listen in, on a lark."

"You… huh?" He thought she'd been sleeping! It was true he was aware that Message was generally susceptible to being intercepted, or even manipulated, by an expert magic caster. That was why he usually set up anti-divination protocols; which he'd now neglected because he had plain forgot! Damn it!

"I heard that… Demiurge or something, talk to you. Then he addressed you as 'Lord Ainz', which really made me think. I mean, it's easy to put two and two together. It's plain obvious to see you're some powerful magic caster, because you were able to fool all those people; you even fooled the Theocracy! More than that, you even fooled me!" She giggled. "There's no other powerful people, who would take on the very unique name of Ainz Ooal Gown. Therefore, I'm 100% sure, that you, Momon, are Ainz Ooal Gown."

He exhaled. He shook his head. He wouldn't outright confirm it to her. "So what?" he asked.

"Personally, like I said, I don't care. I don't care that the bosses are gearing up to take you on, even mobilizing some really forbidden shit from deep underground. Oh, was that why you were there at the temple? You—well, of course you would've known. You're a powerful being, after all."

"Umm…"

"Again, let me repeat, I don't care." She jabbed a finger to his chest. "You're the one I chose. You're the one I'll follow. I mean…" she paused, then laughed. "If you really want me to, you can ask me to betray the Theocracy. I'll agree, quite wholeheartedly, if only you'll have me. Wife, lover, mistress, whatever. Just give me children, Momon, or Ainz if you prefer." Her eyes glittered, that old madness he'd glimpsed inside the temple returning to her. "I'll even swear my eternal loyalty if you want."

"Ummmmm…" Two sides of Ainz were warring with each other now. There was Ainz the pragmatic and Ainz the romantic. His responsibility was to Nazarick; and he definitely didn't want to endanger it. On the other hand, he did want Zesshi. What he felt for her wasn't really love—at least, not yet. But he was fond of her, and more than that, he wanted to own her.

He cupped her chin. "We can do that," he finally said, trying not to betray that his inner thoughts had been profoundly disturbed. "I know of ways to make a binding contract. Magical pacts that will bind us, body and soul. But are you really sure? There will be no going back. I may ask you to do things you may not want to do; but I will expect complete obedience."

"Nothing would please me more," she said, and now he saw that her face now looked mightily like Albedo's, or Shalltear's, whenever they were propositioning him. Or had she always looked like that, and it was only now, when she had mentioned pledging herself to him, that the observation had returned?

"Very well. Then let this be our solemn pledge to each other—I shall be your protector, and you shall be mine, forevermore."

They kissed, and it was sweet and intimate and short.

Predictably, the news spread fast in Nazarick. Unfortunately, it was much distorted, and thanks to the recently decentralized authority, no one got the facts exactly right. Albedo especially exacerbated the situation by emphasizing the version of events that cast suspicion on the lord Ainz taking some human girl with her. It was drowning out Demiurge's version, which was even supposed to be the "official" version because of it coming directly from the master.

Now the only facts that the NPCs listened to were thusly:

Number one: that Lord Ainz was being secretive once more.

And two: he had last been seen with a human woman.

Naturally, the second part fueled much of the speculation. It also heightened the hysteria, which was primarily coming from the old standbys for the role of "child-bearer", Albedo and Shalltear.

The former had been quite inconsolable and had damaged the Throne Room through a series of wild outbursts, crying out for Ainz. Demiurge had had to put his foot down and threaten to call the Master once again. Albedo had then relented, and acquiesced to supervising the clean-up of what she had done. If there was one thing that they all feared, it was in damaging parts of Nazarick, which was an important thing to Ainz.

The latter, meanwhile, had shown a bit of brilliant thinking, and had shrewdly turned her attention not to Albedo, but to one other candidate. The human that Ainz had brought had always been suspicious, and now the news of the Master taking a human with him had revived those suspicions. Shalltear therefore bent her resources towards observing and containing the human, who was currently at Carne Village.

"Send a message to Lupusregina Beta," she instructed her servants. "Tell her of what has transpired, and my instructions."

Unfortunately, circumstances would conspire to frustrate her, as events would show.

Now this human whom Ainz had brought back was none other than Clementine, the adventurer-killer, who had been last seen assisting a cult branch of Zuranon at E-Rantel. She had disappeared, and was therefore no longer a concern for the Kingdom authorities in the aftermath of that incident.

In truth, she had been captured by Ainz, who had taken an interest in her abilities. At the time, he had been his very first sparring partner, as she possessed actual skills and abilities that challenged his non-magic forms. He had been intrigued by the non-Yggdrasil abilities she had showcased, and had then resolved to capture her for himself to aid him in his knowledge. She of course would not be aware of that fact, even now after all that time.

He had interrogated her thoroughly, plumbing her mind for her knowledge of the general world, and of the Slaine Theocracy. She had given him much important intelligence, which had allowed Nazarick to gain footholds in nearly all the neighboring kingdoms, like the shadow cast by the tentacles of some great sea monster.

Needless to say, her ordeal under Nazarick's cruel thumb had broken her, and she was now like a house cat that had been turned out into the street: docile, yet now and then prone to lashing out at almost anything. Yet she would never know how close she came to joining the Sunlight Scripture in Demiurge's farms, if not for Ainz's interest in her abilities. And she might have been discarded still, but Ainz's responsibilities had steadily increased, which meant that taking the time to truly test her abilities had been largely forgotten or pushed to the wayside in favor of other, more immediate concerns.

She had been assigned a room at Nazarick, then afterwards she had been assigned to live at Carne Village after the workers' invasion, where she was introduced as a certain "Lemon-san". The villagers didn't know what to make of her so she generally kept to herself. Enfi didn't seem to remember her, but she had the overwhelming urge to bully him constantly, were it not for the fact that there was a certain strong-willed woman who was protecting him. This woman was also protected by Lord Ainz himself, so trying to raise trouble there was a big no-no. That was, of course, a part of her agreement to Nazarick's terms, as that bastard had promised her unending torment if she ever tried to run, or if she decided gutting the whole village was a worthy pastime.

In the village, she had been made to take up various odd jobs, including running errands for Enfi, who was some sort of apothecary. In doing these she was made aware of the fact that the village was its own type of prison, as unbeknownst to the villagers here the whole entirety of it was kept under watch by a host of monsters. She wondered what sort of sick game Ainz Ooal Gown had for these poor folk, though she didn't much care unless her own head was also on the chopping block.

She had even fought in the battles involving the village. When a band of monsters had come to ravage the village, she had been pleased to finally flex her skills by taking on two ogres using only a crude steel hatched, severing their tendons until they bled to death on the ground. Then, when the army from the Kingdom had come knocking, she had taken an arrow to make potshots of the troops outside the walls, half daring them to just assault the village and provoke all the monsters watching. She did enjoy the rout that had ensued when the goblin army had materialized. She then sat back to watch the goblin army slaughter the soldiers with a serene smile on her face. The sight of so much blood and the ringing orchestra of cries and screams made the experience all the more sublime, as if they were performing just for her.

Slurch!

She stabbed the knife onto the nearby wood, then dug her fingers under the skin to peel out the guts. Nowadays she was another one of the village's butchers, as the population had swelled with the newly-arrived goblin army. She had taken to the job with some relish, even if she was only really boning and gutting animals. And some of the goblins were also good for sparring, even if none of them could hold a candle to the representative from Nazarick tasked with ruling this place in the name of Ainz.

"Ya-hoo! Lemon-san, good to see you working hard-su!"

"Lupus…" She turned and looked at the strange maid with long braided hair, who possessed peculiar eyes. In her she recognized a fellow predator, who was also likewise leashed. The only difference was that she seemed more like a loyal dog that had willingly thrown its lot in with Nazarick, while Clementine was only a reluctant collaborator.

This of course didn't stop the two from achieving some sort of odd fellowship, though it was by no means friendly or intimate. As the watcher over Carne on behalf of Nazarick, Lupus had to spend her days with "boring" work. Clementine's presence had changed that, somewhat. Learning of her prowess in battle, Lupus had initially proposed sparring contests, to let off some steam. That had then escalated into almost daily duel bouts.

She found that with effort she could definitely match the maid blow for blow, unlike her master. But knew that the latter was holding back somehow, as if there was some power, she had yet to tap. Still, the arrangement was favorable to the two: Lupus could avoid getting bored to death with her duties, and Clementine could harness her abilities in spite of her captivity. The duels thus ended up fostering their strange friendship.

"Now then, Lemon-san, did you hear the news?" asked Lupus.

"What, that the farmer girl's finally got it on with the apothecary's son?" Clementine said dully. She tried not to smile at the clear memory of sneaking in a peek at the lovers doing the dirty in the middle of the day. She even got off a few watching them fuck, though that was neither here or there.

"What? No, even I know that. Heck I smelled it off Enri already. She's got the scent of a bitch in heat. No, no, it's nothing as trivial as them." She could see that Lupus was grinning widely.

"What?" Had she caught her masturbating? She tried to act cool.

"I just received new news, su~~"

"What sort of news?"

"You remember what we talked about, before, with Lord Ainz?"

She finally got to relax. She sighed, and tried not to sound exasperated. "Friend" though she may be, any supposed insolence on her part towards this one's Master always led to ferocious rebuke, as had happened several times before. "What about him, exactly? We talked about a lot of things."

"Well, about the rumors. About why Lord Ainz brought you back—other than being a source of information, su~~"

She leaned back in her chair, comprehension dawning. "Ah."

"Yep!" Lupus grinned, and wagged her brows.

She referred to a recent bit of news that Lupus had shared about her home in Nazarick, where she had been suspected of being Ainz's appointed brood-mare. It was quite humiliating, both because it relegated her status as nothing more than a common child-bearer, carried off by some foreign king into his lands. On the other hand, using the same comparison this foreign king hadn't used her at all.

Despite making veiled suggestive insults at Ainz many times before, when she was languishing under his spells, he had deigned to sample her as a man would a woman. It was as if she didn't matter, like she wasn't fit to be fucked. It was, in a way, a relief, but it also infuriated her that her enemy wouldn't be so easily swayed by a quick romp in her pussy.

Then much later Lupus came bearing the speculation that she was exactly as she had initially suspected, some sort of broodmare for Ainz. She had laughed it off, at first, but had become intrigued when Lupus had shared her own thoughts on the matter.

If it wasn't true, then there was no change in the status quo. The Master remained just as ever, and so would his relationship with all of Nazarick.

But if it was—

"No he never mentioned it to me!" Clementine had said hotly.

"Not even once, su~~?"

"I tried to make him do it, but he wouldn't," she said. And wasn't that a bit of a humiliation? It was like she was some ugly shrew to be easily dismissed, her worth as a woman discarded.

Now if—for some reason—Ainz had only been holding off for his own personal reasons, and that perhaps there was in some way a chance to gain control over him using womanly wiles, then that changed things. It wouldn't improve her situation a lot, but now she at least had a leverage she could use over him, however flimsy it seemed.

"So, like what, he's fucked someone?" Clementine now asked. She didn't need to be afraid to sound coarse around Lupus, despite the latter's claims to be an innocent maiden.

"No one's sure yet," said Lupus. "But I have it on good authority—since it comes from my sister, su~~—that Lord Ainz did end up taking a woman with her, but no one knows why, su~~"

"Aren't you just assuming things, then?" she asked, feeling a little disappointed. "It isn't confirmed yet."

"But then why would Lord Ainz disappear for a long time with that woman, hmm?" Lupus asked.

Clementine shrugged. She went over to the water barrel and washed her hands from the blood. "You could ask him that same question when he took me."

"Oh, right." Lupus blinked. "That is true." The maid frowned, and started thinking to herself.

After a while, she opened her eyes and said, "Nope, nope, nope, I have a feeling, a really good feeling, that something stinks! I can feel it in my skin, in my hair… Lord Ainz didn't disappear with a woman for any other reason! …Su!"

Clementine sighed. She didn't know why she of all people was the rational one in this conversation.

Still, if there was even the slightest possibility…

"Well, what did you have in mind?" Clementine asked. Lupus' smile widened.

"The others had a mind to have you isolated out here, su~~ Keep you away from Lord Ainz, methinks. But I have a better idea." She told her.

Clementine smirked. "Not bad. Guess I'll need to nick that whorish outfit from the mayor's house." The mayor of Carne, despite his age, was an unabashed pervert, and had carried on a secret dalliance with a widow as old as he, to the point of making her wear skimpy outfits. She didn't care what those septuagenarians did behind closed doors, but she and Lupus would need those outfits.

Humming a soft tone, Zesshi Zetsumei skipped down the empty mountain path, delighting in the freedom of traveling outdoors without any restrictions. She was one of the most powerful adventurers of her time, and had slain many monsters.

She was on her way to another city—there to see if there was a bounty for another powerful monster or fiend that she could pick up. At the last town, she had been tasked with slaying a marauding dragon. She had been pleased to find a challenge, which the dragon certainly was, though it fell to her in the end.

Flush from the victory, she'd decided to move on to the next town, careful not to let the townspeople's profuse thanks get to her head. After all, she didn't need anyone to remind her she was the greatest adventurer of all time. And of course, she couldn't retain that title if she didn't keep on moving forward, adding more and more feats to her fame and legend.

She stopped, her well-honed ears picking up the tell-tale noise of something or someone moving just a few meters before her. She cocked her head—it could just be a peasant or two just coming out of the forest, but it could also mean some wild beast was about to cross her path. She rolled her eyes; she had no time to spend playing around with lower level beasts, and it would certainly be a waste to bloody her weapons against them.

So she strolled forward, readying her magic spells, and trusting in her enchanted armor to adequately protect her from any surprise attacks. She felt supremely confident.

"Oho? So it's a bunch of foul creatures," she said to herself, narrowing her eyes at the two brown-skinned creatures that walked out onto the road. They were like a bunch of burly gladiators, with a permanent slouched spine, stinky brown skin and pig-like snouts. She recognized them as a rare variety of brown orc, cousins to the common orcs.

"Move out of the way," she told them, interrupting their fevered grunting. "I've no time for you lot. I'm feeling generous today, so I'll let you live if you don't annoy me." Another brown orc emerged from the trees, this time taking his place behind her. She noted the weapons they all wore. "Last warning," she said, shrugging.

The lead brown orc, who was armed with a bit more weapons slung from a leather belt around his midsection, grunted and pointed in a squealing sound. Zesshi sighed, then strode forward, drawing out her dagger, her least-favored weapon. Still, the weapon was powerful enough to pierce through any creature's natural hide, even a dragon's. The dagger would at least be much cheaper to repair.

"You asked for it, you foul things," she said, charging forward.

Moments later, a panting Zesshi crashed to the ground, and was now fumbling for her sword. "Damn beasts!" she shouted, her heart thudding loud in her chest for the first time in ages. "Wait till I kill you!" They approached, grunting ominously, their hands scrabbling for her. "No! Get back!"

She drew her sword, but it was kicked away, easy as that. She threw a punch, but the brown orc held her smaller fist against its own, and kept it there. She struggled to free herself, and it was then that the others approached, gripping her body at different points. As they held her, the orc holding her hand pulled, stripping her gauntlet and throwing it to the ground.

"No!" She felt a bit of her power fade from her, like noticeable warmth leaving her body. She tried to struggle, jamming her elbow against the orc behind her, but it only got caught in that orc's hand, whereupon the other orc beside it neatly stripped her other gauntlet off.

Then she attempted to move forward to run, but in this they helped, shoving her forward, making her stumble like some drunken fool—directly into the path of the first orc. The first orc grabbed her by the waist and placed her on its shoulder, whereupon she felt their hands on her boots. She tried to kick and shove them away, but that only helped them pull at her boots, peeling them off for yet another reduction to her power. She punched at the orc's back, flailing her now powerless hands, but they seemed to do nothing.

The orc then slid her off, and held her by her biceps, allowing one other to hold both her legs apart, while the third orc fiddled with the straps on her armor. She squirmed, panic now deepening, but could do nothing as the inevitable occurred. Her outer armor was stripped, and she felt a major part of her power leave her like wine leaking from a barrel.

Bit by bit they stripped her, and with each article of powerful clothing removed she felt herself go ever weaker, helpless in their hands as her prized items were taken from her. The dwindling of her power was so sudden that she had no choice but to scream, to beg for aid, for succor, even from the lowliest of adventurers who might chance be passing. But no help came.

An orc placed her hand in their mouths, one to each, and she felt the gross, disgusting warmth of their tongues slop against skin, making her shudder in revulsion. With a determined suction, they pulled out her magic rings, spitting the precious things on the ground like common pebbles. Then the orc grabbed at her necklace, the last part of her adventurer's gear, and neatly snapped the end off, allowing it to bounce against her heaving breasts as it too fell to the ground.

Now stuck in only her undergarments, she had no more power than a freshly pubescent village girl. As if knowing this, the lead orc then carried her again on its shoulder and trundled off, grunting, into the trees, with the others following.

Within the shadow of the trees, the orcs roughly slammed her to the ground, and then removed the last of her clothes, tearing it like paper and leaving her gloriously naked, and helpless, before three male brown orcs. She used her arms to cover her breasts and her pussy, her thighs stoutly pressed together to preserve what little dignity she had left.

"Let me go, you foul fiends!" she shouted. Something she had not felt in many years had now crept back into her heart: fear. She feared what the beasts wanted with her, because she knew what was to happen. It had happened many times before, to novice adventurers who found themselves in over their heads. At worst, one would generally be assured of a swift end to life; but there were some species who delighted in tormenting for their own pleasures. These generally left the victims as unfortunate thralls to be kept for breeding purposes by the creatures, or left to be shunned in society as a pariah, for having mated with such creatures. Zesshi scoffed at such stories, and didn't care if they were true or not. If they were true, then it was the rookie's fault for biting off more than they could handle, and if it were not then she questioned the sort of imagination that would lead people to speculate like this.

It was the greatest insult to her that she of all people would suffer this, and so anger joined her fear, like a cloud of smoke that prevented her from thinking clearly.

One of the orcs grabbed her arm. She pulled back on it, but the orc's overwhelming strength was now far beyond hers. The other orc immediately grabbed the other arm in a vice-like grip, exposing her body for all to see. In this humiliating position, she could do nothing even as the third orc grabbed her knees to spread her legs apart.

"Let go of me!" she shouted. Her face had gotten flushed, as her body was exposed to the strange, intense stares of each orc. Her legs, which had endured much walking and jumping, could not budge the powerful arms that kept her spread wide. Then one of the orcs reached for her pussy, making her gasp as it traced around her smooth flesh. "Stop it! No!"

The orc made grunting sounds, as if it was conversing with its fellows. The others took turns touching her bare, quivering flesh, each foreign touch sending cold shivers up her spine. In a way, it felt ticklish. It even felt good.

And that was bad. She struggled again, shouting, kicking, but their hands may as well be made of iron for all that it accomplished. Then the orcs started tugging and squeezing her nipple.

"Stop it!" she exclaimed, trying to pull her boobs away, but of course she remained firmly trapped. The orc started rolling a finger around her swelling nips. Another orc took her other breast, making her gasp. Now there were two of them teasing her. She felt a tingly sensation in her lower navel, which made her want to close her thighs, but they were still trapped by their powerful grips. Gradually, she felt heat start to build in her lower navel.

She saw movement from the corner of her eye. She looked there, and her wide, bloodshot eyes widened even further as he saw a big, brown cock stick up from the orc's undergarment at a straight angle. And as she watched, mesmerized, it seemed to grown and lengthen before her very eyes. She looked around and saw that the others' members were similarly raised, as if saluting her and her beauty.

"Damn you!" she said. Try as she might, she could not look away from the sight of their enormous members twitching in the air, and exuding such a thick, pungent odor that made her very dizzy. Then, without warning, an orc holding her wrist started moving her hand over to his stiff cock.

"What are you—" she stopped, gasping, when she placed her hand on his length, as her fingers subconsciously wrapped around the warm shaft like it was the hilt of a weapon. She tried to pull her hand away, but the orc firmly kept him there; her action even seemed to please the orc, as it now made to pull her wrist up then down, her clenched hand squeezing over his length.

Zesshi could feel something dark and unpleasant stir in her mind as she was forced to move her hand over the stinky, filthy member. She could almost imagine his filthiness infecting her through the skin, tainting her pure soul with its masculine musk. She tried to grip him harder, as if to snap it into pieces, but all it did was make the orc grunt, as if he was pleased.

She caught another piece of movement next to her. She turned and was instantly surprised to see the other orc's face right in front of her. Next he had gripped her chin and forced her against its lips.

"Hmm… Mmmphh..!"

With her strength as it was, she had no choice but to accept the demeaning kiss, as the orc defaced her lips with his disgusting saliva. She kept her lips tightly closed—the last bit of resistance she could muster. Then she felt the orc's fingers flick the entrance of her cunt.

"Kuh!" she cried, her mouth falling open in a moan, the sound quickly shut out by the orc's decisive togue. The orc had begun moving directly over her feminine folds, which had started excreting liquid. She jerked her head, trying to break free of the kiss, but the orc kept pressing in, its lips sealing hers in while its tongue ruthlessly probed her mouth. She moaned helplessly, unable to resist the mounting pleasure that the orc's fingers were igniting. She whined as they squeezed her breasts, planting searing heat over her skin. When the orc finally deigned to break the kiss, she was left panting, her face flushed deep red.

Then she felt her body being raised, carried by the orcs. They then forced her head to face the other way, whereupon her lips mashed against the other orc's, the one whose cock her hand was still stroking. She flailed her arms, in another desperate attempt to escape, yet the trap remained, her legs, arms, and lips stuck by orc artifice. Coupled that with the humiliating fact that her body was heating up and unfolding like a pretty flower at the orcs' masterful hands, and she could feel her knees crumbling despite herself.

The other orc that had kissed her first guided her other hand towards its cock, making her fingers coil around it so she could rub all over its length as its fellow. Now both her hands were full of orc cock, her wrists kept firmly secured to jack them off at the same time.

Then the lead orc grunted, the one who was working on her crotch. The other orc broke the kiss, and nodded, before the two of them adjusted her body so her head was presented forward—and she got a faceful of thick orc cock directly staring at her.

"No…" she shuddered. "Take that away…"

Whatever protests she had the orcs either didn't understand, or they didn't care to—the lead orc caressed her black and white hair and guided his thick cock firmly inside her mouth. Zesshi mewled as the wide girth spread her lips apart, then slowly filled inside her mouth to such a degree it made her cheeks bulge out. The orc pushed himself into her moist orifice with a grunt of pleasure, and she likewise groaned in abject humiliation as she felt her throat being invaded by that thick bulbous head. She choked, and tried to breathe, which the orc let her, as if knowing her body well—still, the cock remained embedded inside her dainty mouth.

Now she was being attacked from all sides—the two orcs at her flanks still jerking her palms over their cocks, while she moaned against the thick member that stuffed her mouth. She squealed, then, when she felt fingers return to her lower lips, teasing and rubbing her shameful fluids over the puffy opening, though she could say nothing with her throat thus preoccupied by handsome meat. Her hips could only shake in response, making her derriere ripple to the watching orcs' delight.

The orc inside her mouth began ramming inside, shoving itself deeper into her throat. Her protesting sounds only served to heighten the orc's pleasure. She was mewling now, her head bobbing back and forth and making her neck ache. Her muffled cries grew ever more desperate as the orcs started to tease their fingers into her dripping snatch. Once more she tried to bite down, to squeeze her hand over their thick, veiny lengths, but all that got her was a satisfied grunt from all three orcs, even as they sped into orgasm.

Finally, the lead orc grunted, spewing his fresh seed into her mouth, and she felt a rush of heat fly straight through her gut like an arrow. She mewled, her vision turning white like her insides, which were now splattered with thick orc love goo, forever tainting the proud adventurer. The other orcs similarly shot out their share of white cum, spilling over her skin and daubing it in their white seed. Cum now stained her, inside and out—thus sealing her humiliation.

She was left in a daze, unable to see or hear what was happening next. She felt her hips being lifted in the air, then felt something hot and hard against her crotch. Then she felt an exquisite pain as she felt something bury itself inside her wet opening. As the seconds went by it went deeper and deeper, causing her to cry out in shock, her senses returning to her. She looked around and saw to her shock that she was sitting on top of the orc's body on the ground, and that its thick shaft was now embedded deep inside the moist furnace of her pussy.

"Haaah… haaah!" With her throat so ragged, she could not even muster anything intelligible. The feel of being stuffed by a thick, wide cock banished all other coherent thought. She tried to move, but the orc raised his hips higher, then she felt hands push down on her shoulder, causing the tip to dig even deeper inside, making her cry out.

She no longer knew what to do. Much of her rationality had fled, replaced by a primal submission that she didn't even know she possessed. She had lost all dignity as a proud adventurer, and had become nothing more than a receptacle to receive the orcs' pleasure. And the frightening part of it all was that she was starting to like it, to revel in the burning pleasure of disgracing herself. Whimpering, she let her body sink back down, feeling a shudder of pleasure course through her from the way the meaty cock plunged inside her.

The orc started moving at a fast pace, and she was forced to follow along. Her breathing grew rapid, her hips trembling as she felt intense, pleasurable heat spreading from her loins. She moaned, feeling him so deep and strong inside her. Who was she supposed to be? Nothing was left of her mind—all of it was focused on the hard shaft impaling her quivering pink flesh. She began bouncing wildly on his lap, each bounce drawing a crazed moan from her. Her boobs jiggled around, though an orc hand quickly got to fondling each of them, pinching her nipples to heighten her pleasure. She had to bite her lip, pleading with her body not to succumb too much to the pleasure.

One of the orcs forced her head on his organ. She whimpered in shame, and dutifully bobbed her head up and down, her lips smacking over its cock. He was just as big and wide as the other one, reaching all the way down her throat. Tears pooled in her eyes, falling down in great gushes as the orcs started plundering her holes, unceasingly, uncaringly. She mewled softly onto its cock.

The orcs were driving her mad with pleasure. She rocked to and fro, while her hips wrenched up and down on top of the orc. The other orc kept her head in place, using his own momentum to piston rapidly into her mouth. She felt her insides clenching, the perverse pleasure of being used and abused coursing through her deliciously. She was even now pushing down desperately against the orc, as if she wanted the pleasure his thrusts could give her.

At first she felt an explosion of warmth in her mouth, as she was fed a second copious helping of thick, sticky orc seed. She nearly gagged from the stench of it all, of the heat that spread through her body from her gut.

Then her lower insides clenched hard around the orc cock, drawing a loud shout of pleasure from the orc, who gave her no peace in thrusting upward into the farthest reaches of her cunt. She arched her back as his manhood struck against all the pleasurable spots of her pussy, sending mind-shattering shocks all over her body. She bucked and swayed on his enormous shaft.

Then she felt it: the warm pulse of fresh fluids inside her womb, splattering into her pussy from the tip of the splendid orc meat. The pleasure of being inseminated struck her mind once more, playing the familiar tune for Zesshi that overwhelmed her completely, and left her in a mindless, catatonic state.

"Momon… Momon…!"

She wrapped her arms around her lover, the orc, whose orgasm hadn't daunted him, as per usual. No matter the appearance, she would always remember her first, the feel of his hot cum basting her pregnant womb would never go away.

Still, she allowed the rest of the fantasy to grip her mind, as she continued to smell the funky ork musk that her darling had been able to conjure, could feel the salty remnant of their cum on her tongue, could feel their coarse skin rub against hers. Such was this fantasy that only the strong like her could envision—that need to be torn down from her lofty pedestal, to be degraded in the mud and the filth, used an abused by those who could overpower her. It wasn't exactly a rape fantasy, as she found those demeaning.

This was her desire for ultimate submission, to be taken across the threshold of taboo, forced to bear inhuman seed. Dimly she recalled that this had been the fate of her mother, taken captive and bred; but she found such an event indicative of her mother's weakness. Yet it was that same weakness that had spurred her to propose it to Momon, as a demonstration of his god-like powers.

To be treated as yet another foolish adventurer, who had fallen to the traps of the fearsome world, was an exquisite performance she loved.

She stumbled forward, collapsing onto the orc's body. The orc meanwhile lost its enchanted glamour, and became just normal Momon. The other orcs disappeared, dismissed at her lover's command.

"Thank you… Momon…"

Ainz, for his part, had thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy, from a voyeuristic point of view. Though he was the orc, and directed his minions to act accordingly, it had all still felt like he was looking at the "adventurer" Zesshi's fall from grace from a third person view. Her willing degradation from strict, arrogant warrior to cock-starved slut was gratifying to witness, even if it was for pretend.

This had also been a chance to prove himself to Zesshi, to show that he was indeed worthy of being paid fealty.

He sighed. "Well, what do you think? Are you ready to go now?" He wanted to introduce this new "vassal" to the Tomb, but of course if the woman was willing for another go, he would certainly oblige her.

She practically jumped, though not enough to pull him out of her completely. But on the way down she did end up making a loud squelch, his cum oozing out over her thighs in great big rivulets.

"No, no, not yet," she insisted. "Let's keep this setting, but we move on to the next scene. Can you conjure up some goblins?"

Did it take days? A full week? Ainz couldn't remember. He thought this must be what a honeymoon was like, even if he really couldn't say he loved Zesshi. But he did love her ass, her boobs, her pussy—her whole body—and he loved the feeling of owning it. And why shouldn't he, when it was offered to him in all its succulent glory?

When the time came to return to Nazarick, he made sure to send a message ahead, telling them that he was coming back in with a "special" guest, and that he expected the utmost courtesy from the NPCs towards this guest. His guest meanwhile, took a few hours to make herself presentable. He used the free time to return to his quarters at the Theocracy, where he confronted Nabe directly.

From behind a closed door.

"Narberal Gamma," he announced. "It is I."

"Lord Ainz!" If she had anything to say about him talking from behind the door, she didn't say it. He could almost imagine her kneeling inside the room, along with the other shadow demons he had sensed.

"Return to Nazarick, all of you. I'll make the excuses to the Theocracy on your behalf, Nabe."

"U-Understood, but Lord Ainz…"

"That will be all. I hope I do not have to remind you of your obedience," he said.

"Of course not! By your will, Lord Ainz."

He didn't want to sound that curt, especially to a subordinate who had done generally good work in the past. But he couldn't bear to look at Narberal Gamma's body directly, especially after everything. His thoughts went to his transformation ability, and of a certain configuration he could use.

Ah, to be as blind as a bat—wait, that's it!

Ainz next went up to the representative from before. Zesshi had agreed to testify to her superiors in the Theocracy that she had been truant again, and that had been why she had not seen him and Nabe for a long time. Ainz, meanwhile, would offer up his explanation of the vampire sighting, which had seen him and Nabe evacuate to the far away Holy Kingdom to investigate.

"Naturally, we do understand, sir Momon," said the theocracy representative. "It is of vital importance that you pursue the enemies of humanity, wherever they be. Though we would like to express our heartfelt apologies about the behavior of our last guide."

"Their behavior?" Momon echoed, in true confusion. He knew the man was referring to Zesshi, but he had no idea what he meant.

"Well, please do not take everything she said to heart. She is a most trusted member of our ranks, and perhaps it was a mistake on our part to have her chosen as a guide. She can be… presumptuous."

It turned out that the official story was that she had insulted him and Nabe, then had left out the Theocracy on some sort of self-imposed vacation, blatantly flouting standing orders to stay inside the city. It seemed that had made the Theocracy nervous, as it was then that Ainz had "disappeared". But with his explanation about the vampire, that now seemed moot.

Now Ainz wondered if he had actually needed to bring up the vampire in the first place. Zesshi's story was perfectly workable as an alibi.

In any case, Momon was able to beg leave to excuse himself and Nabe from the rest of the planned tour, as he had his new "responsibilities" investigating the vampire sightings with closer scrutiny. The representative let him go with profuse thanks, assuring him that his compact with the Theocracy was as secure as ever. Ainz bid his leave, then returned to his meeting place with Zesshi.

Everything had been prepared in earnest, as the Master had decreed. The enormous Throne Room was now lavishly prepared and populated by the leading NPCs in the Tomb, much as it had been during Jircniv's visit. A contingent of maids had set to cleaning everything up meticulously, with the infamous Eclair Ecklayer Egglayer seeing to the polish of the Throne itself.

Elsewhere, the Tomb was abuzz with speculation, as Lord Ainz had confirmed to Demiurge that he would be bringing one other person with him. It was a human, he had also said, so the NPCs were warned to be on their very best behaviors.

But then, to Demiurge's consternation, there had been a bit of a struggle. Albedo had been all set to position herself as the first one to formally greet Lord Ainz, as was proper. Then Shalltear had come and demanded a change in that arrangement.

"And I suppose you'd like to be the one to greet Lord Ainz?" Albedo said, in a voice that would have given Cocytus chills.

"No, no, be sensible, fool," Shalltear said, smiling in a shrewd manner. "Would it not be far better for all of us to greet Lord Ainz?" She covered up her smirk behind an elegant fan, and said nothing as Albedo blustered. Yet before the latter could speak, Aura and Mare had bounced in.

"Hey, that sounds like a swell idea!" Aura said. "That'll totally impress Lord Ainz!" Beside her, Mare nodded forcefully.

Albedo's furious eyes returned to Shalltear's, as if she was trying to accuse her of coercing the dark elf twins to her scheme. But Shalltear did not meet her eyes, and demurely glanced away. Despite Albedo's innate superiority over the twins, they were a considerable power block that could not be swayed, by either of them.

And of course Cocytus came in to seal the deal. "That. Is. Acceptable. Change. We. Must. Present. Loyal. Front. To. Master."

Albedo gritted her teeth, furious at being so deftly outmaneuvered by the leech. She spun around and said, "Fine. Fine! Do arrange yourselves accordingly. The Master will be coming soon."

Demiurge, who had been watching with a neutral expression, thought that Albedo deserved that, somehow, for allowing her authority to degrade as it had. He could not of course fault her character directly, as that would be an insult to the Creator who had made her this way. But it had been entirely her decision to go against the express will of the Master, despite his numerous warnings. That the established hierarchy had been allowed to deviate so much was not Lord Ainz's fault, but hers alone.

He now stepped forward smartly, taking his place among the throng of Floor Guardians. A smirk played on his fiendish face, a hint of the vindication he secretly felt.

The Pleiades, with Sebas at the head, were positioned right to the side of the Guardians, but in front of the majority of the NPCs, due to their important task of guarding the Throne Room. Sebas and Solution Epsilon had been assigned to a new task together, and they had been recalled per Ainz's instructions. The so-called Butler of Steel had nothing to remark about the situation, and was more silently concerned with his young charge Tsuare. He wondered what his liege's opinion towards her would be, if the rumors were indeed true.

The members of the Pleiades themselves had their own little meeting about the new developments. Most of them had aligned themselves with either the Albedo or the Shalltear faction, switching sides as they pleased. But everything should have been fine as they were, had it not been for recent developments.

Narberal Gamma sat surrounded by a circle of her sisters, who were trying to grill her for a more detailed recounting of her part in the story. Narberal was noticeably gloomy, as she had received an indirect dressing down from her sister Yuri Alpha, who had been most concerned about the performance of the Pleiades ever since Lord Ainz had to punish Solution Epsilon for a separate reason. That was added to the fact that she considered herself a failure for a lot of various things, and so she stayed silent after she had delivered her story.

Solution Epsilon was the one who was most curious about the recent events, and had been the one to ask more questions. She was conscious of her own failure to obey Lord Ainz, when she had insisted on accompanying his slime morph into the bathrooms. She of course knew full well that doing that was akin to a normal human (prey) going into a bath with another human (food) of the opposite sex, but she was less enthused by Ainz's total rejection and punishment. Out of all her sisters, she was most desirous of reproduction, as a result of her innate race. Now this new development, if true, would give her a greater "in", if she planned it enough.

Of all her sisters, Yuri Alpha was most aware of Solution's proclivities, especially when it had led to a complete censure by Lord Ainz just recently. She was most conscious of preserving the inner workings of Nazarick, and in that she shared the mind and will of her Master. Yet many things always conspired to frustrate her—from Solution's almost Shalltear-like demeanor, or Entoma's growing gluttony. Thankfully, she still retained most of her authority over her sisters, and could still rein them in if needed. But this new development gave her a distinct foreboding, as if some things were about to change.

Entoma and Shizu were not as invested in the rumors as their fellow sisters, for the simple fact that their minds were still rather innocent. They thought of the rumors of either Albedo or Shalltear bearing an heir as something involving magic that Lord Ainz would perform. Therefore, they were always quite puzzled about the ruckus that surrounded this and the current meeting, and pretty much deferred to their sister Yuri on such matters.

As for Lupusregina, she just stood there with a smile on her face.

Minutes later, the preparations were finally completed. All the NPCs stood in neat formations, like dolls in a wax museum. To Ainz who was aware of their true natures this seemed like an apt analogy, though he would not appear until a few moments later.

A Gate opened, depositing Ainz and his companion behind the alcove that led to the Throne. He took a peek and saw them all arrayed, ready for his arrival. He turned to Zesshi, who was looking all around her with quiet, fervent interest, and said, "Come on."

"Yeah… oh my…" She followed Ainz out towards the front, where she collided quite literally with all the gazes of the NPCs zeroing in on her. The room was filled with a motley of inhuman beasts, a surprise to see all gathered here, despite Ainz Ooal Gown's assurances. Her pride was handy in situations like these, as she ably withstood their scrutiny after only a few moments of trepidation. Then she turned her attention to Ainz, who stepped forward to raise his hands.

"Welcome back, Lord Ainz!" came the thunderous cacophony of greetings that shook the throne chamber from floor to ceiling. Zesshi stood, blinking in surprise, marveling at the crisp, uniform way they had all greeted her love, exactly as he had warned her.

"It is good to be back," Ainz announced. He looked around. "Thank you all for coming. I am sure you are all curious about why I summoned you all here. Likewise, you may be fielding questions about our guest." He clapped his hand on top of her shoulder. "This one is Zesshi Zetsumei. She is to be Nazarick's guest for the foreseeable future. You will afford her the same respect as one of you, am I understood?"

"Yes, Lord Ainz!" came the very same thunderous voice.

Discreetly, Zesshi surveyed the "minions" who had all gathered upon Ainz's command. She was intrigued to see the expressions of two of the women directly in front, who had responded with barely repressed fury at the exact moment Ainz's hand had touched her shoulder. She shot them a quick smile, which was rewarded with naked hostility. Rather than intimidate her, the mysterious act piqued her interest, despite being totally unaware of who they are or what they represented in Ainz Ooal Gown's little kingdom.

Ainz started a short speech, which was a longer version of his message to Demiurge. "… heard rumors—unworthy rumors, to be sure—that you have lost faith in me. Is this true?"

A chorus of protestations rumbled, making the room shake. The Floor Guardians were foremost in their cries, pledging their faiths in the Master.

"If that were so, then why did Demiurge feel the need to ask me where I have been? Why did so many of you use precious resources to contact me when there was no real need? That is a clear sign of mistrust, and I am sorry to have disappointed you all."

"Lord Ainz, please forgive us!" Shalltear said, throwing her body to the ground. As the one who had "failed" foremost in the eyes of Nazarick, it was clear why she had prostrated. The others followed suit, displaying their submission as best they could. "Noble Master, Kind Master," they said. "Forgive us, please do not leave…"

"It's fine, it's fine," said Ainz, gesturing for them to rise. "For now I will let it be. But I trust that the lesson has been learned?" Everyone nodded. "From now on, I shall be formulating a new series of rules concerning situations such as these. I fully expect each and every one of you to take them to heart and follow them to the best of your abilities. But let me note—" He raised a finger. "There will not be a second time."

"Yes, Lord Ainz!" came the chorused agreement.

"Good. Everyone of you may leave, except Shalltear and Albedo. Demiurge, I shall contact you later concerning the new rules. Sebas, you may return to your assignment with Solution."

As the minions all left, Zesshi could only stare, her eyes wide and glittering, at the man who so thoroughly disciplined this assortment of monsters through force of will and words. And they were powerful monsters too, by her estimation. Each one seemed capable of becoming a demon lord in their own right, threatening civilization where they went. And yet Ainz exerted a firm control over them, for they danced to his will like puppets on strings. Her man was certainly well-chosen, and she could think of no one other worthy to father her children.

Once everyone had left except the two female monsters, Ainz stepped up and stared them down. The two alternated between shooting Zesshi looks of hostility behind lidded eyes, while presenting Ainz with an earnest, puppy-dog look.

"Lord Ainz—" they said.

"Save it. I know of your transgressions." They each flinched at the word, as if he had struck them. "The others have already informed me. In detail." They seemed to deflate, becoming smaller and smaller as Ainz levied accusations at them.

It made her smile, which made them ever more furious, which in turn made her all the more amused at the spectacle.

"But Lord Ainz—"

"You see, this one—"

"Shut it you impertinent—"

"I'm talking here, you—"

"Cow!"

"Leech!"

"Hag!"

"Washboard!"

"And WHAT did I just say?" Ainz boomed. They both froze like statues, and immediately groveled on the ground again, forgetting their argument. "I have just told you of your sins, and then you immediately, clearly, do it RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? Inexcusable!"

Zesshi could clearly see the tall one's wings tremble, and the shorter one also looked like she was on the verge of a convulsion.

"… As it happens, your recent actions have set me on a suitable punishment. I say 'punishment', but let this be an order for you from me." Ainz turned towards her. "This is my guest, Zesshi Zetsumei. You are to act as her guides throughout Nazarick in my stead. You are to treat her as you would treat me. If I find nothing less than utmost perfection, then I may need to reconsider my role in Nazarick. After all, why would you ever need me as Master when you seem to know better?"

Oh, that was rich. The flashes of hatred sent her way could have scorched the scales from a dragon. Ainz turned to her. "My apologies, Zesshi, but I have some business to attend to. I trust you will be fine with a tour by them?"

She knew it was brazen, and perhaps foolhardy, considering Ainz/Momon wasn't too keen on her yet. But she hugged his arm, making sure to brush her boobs against his biceps. "As you wish, my love. I'm sure your servants can do the job. I am sure they will not fail in meeting my expectations"

Ainz grunted, and did nothing to deny what she had said. It was a small, sweet victory in her mind, one which she thought to exploit.

"Well then," he said. "This is Albedo, Chief Overseer of my organization. And that one is Shalltear, one of my Floor Guardians." After introducing them to each other, Ainz went off, leaving the three of them alone in the throne room.

Zesshi didn't know what to make of the two, but she did sense hostility when it was so nakedly shown to her. Luckily, she already had a clue about the nature of their scorn. Thus, she curtsied and took on the air of a lady at court, as she had seen upon visiting the Re-Estize Kingdom.

"I shall leave myself in your care," she said. She didn't want to leave everything to them, especially if started acting on their clearly murderous impulses. She could sense that like Ainz, it would be a battle she couldn't win outright.

"Y-Yes, we are pleased…"

"I leave her to you, Albedo," Shalltear said, with a scoff. "You are the Overseer, and are suited for such menial tasks. I have duties."

"Including running after Lord Ainz, to seek his favor?" Albedo said, just as the other woman had turned around. "You know that would just displease him."

"Y-you cannot know that!" Shalltear stammered. She turned towards Zesshi, quirking a haughty brow at her. "And besides, I've no time to deal with shepherding filth."

"It may be worth less than dung," said Albedo, "But the lord has accorded it His protection, runt. And he has given us orders to see through. Or do you still wish to persist in your insubordination?"

"May I say something?" Zesshi said.

They both turned to her, both looking like they were staring at a particularly stubborn piece of crap.

"Are you also bearing his children?"

A long, ominous silence followed. She could plainly see the emotions dancing on each woman's faces, as if they were wrestling with so many different thoughts.

"What did you say?" Albedo hissed.

Zesshi smiled serenely. "I apologize if it seemed presumptuous," she said. Then she pointedly placed a hand over her navel, where the fruit of her union with Ainz/Momon was growing. "But as I am bearing sir Ainz's child and heir, I thought you ladies would also have that same honor."

"Wha—wha—wha—" Shalltear was practically speechless.

"How is this possible?" Albedo said, looking like she was ready to tear out her hair.

"Oh?" she looked at Albedo, who seemed the most unhinged of the two at the moment. A part of her wanted to stay quiet, as it was rather like facing a hungry ox-dragon and tweaking their nose with a slab of meat. But she just couldn't help herself. "You do not know of the many means by which man and woman come together, and enjoy fruitful congress with their secret parts? I had thought you two, or some others, were Lord Ainz's paramours." She gasped, as if a thought had occurred to her.

"Does that mean I was his first?"

Beauties everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere!

He had noticed it before, all the way back when he had been transported to this new world with Nazarick. After all, Albedo was right there, being the first to greet her in her fully sentient glory. He had been able to touch her, smell her, and hear her speak. This awareness gradually extended to all the other NPCs.

A major problem then, had been the extant beauty of the females that had been made in Nazarick. His guildmates had made them to be the highest paragons of beauties according to their respective tastes and preferences. There was Albedo, of course, and Shalltear—a personal project of the self-proclaimed genius pervert Peroroncino. Then there were the homunculus maids, who were each of a design made to please their creators. And of course, there were the Pleiades.

Being bewildered with this new development along with the new world had allowed him to temper his actions somewhat. He was less tempted to just go on a spree of debauchery when he was more anxious about the outside world, and of Nazarick's new place in it. Over time he had been able to see the NPCs as precious, unattainable beauties, who with the exception of Albedo and Shalltear had not been so enthusiastic as to parade their attraction to him with naughty advances. He adopted a strict mental regime of fortitude and temperance, added to his near-constant paranoia about the many things that were certain to threaten Nazarick. That kept him sane and functioning through the many months he and the NPCs had operated in the new world.

Now that iron mental control was gone. It had been effectively obliterated by Zesshu's fateful seduction at the temple. Now he saw those of the opposite sex in a new, refreshing light, and he was ashamed to admit that not all of it was innocent now.

As his eyes passed over the homunculus maids standing at attention at the corridor, he was filled with the desperate urge to take each of them and pound them silly against the wall, never mind their opinion. He wished to own, to conquer, to breed them all. He attempted to minimize his beast-like instinct by adopting the morph of a blind bat, but he knew it would not last. For one thing he was unused to essentially walking around blind. And secondly, he had completely memorized the images of each NPC, and could easily call them to mind when they spoke to him, rendering his blindness moot.

"Lord Ainz, welcome home."

"Ah… Yuri, good work." Despite his blindness, he still looked away, as if he was thinking. Nevertheless, his treacherous mind still recalled the Pleiades' ethereal beauty, her alabaster skin, her prim hairstyle, her no-nonsense attitude and her glasses, all of it just begging for him to ravage. He wished to pin the maid down, and unravel all her primness, leaving her a messy, disheveled wreck on the floor.

"Might I have a private word, my lord?" Yuri asked.

"What is this about?"

"Well, you see, it's about Narberal Gamma…"

"Ah." At the mere mention of Nabe, his mind once more went back to her taciturn beauty. One would think he would be used to it after assigning her as Momon's companion, but her standout beauty compared to the rest of the new world completely elevated her in his memories. So of course he was now very much tempted to screw his assistant silly, ensuring that a new child was born from their fully compatible union. He had fucked Zesshi in his guise as a human, yet how would it feel to mate with a fellow doppelganger? Very good, maybe.

He cleared his throat. "I have no time for that now," he said.

"Ah, my apologies, lord," Yuri said. He said nothing else as he pushed past her, all for a desperate drive to escape.

Escape. Yes, he certainly had to do that. He had to retreat to his room, and try to manage the desires that were now running rampant over his sanity like locusts in a bountiful field. He had to rub one out, or maybe even two or three, just so he could regain some measure of his sanity.

He walked past several more maids, and tried to think of anything else than dragging them with him to have them screaming his name on his bed. His cock throbbed, alive and rearing for battle, as if it had a mind of its own. Ainz quickly went into his room, slammed the door, and made sure it could not be breached for whatever reason.

He sighed, and slammed his head against the door. It was no escape from his imaginations, but at least he was alone now, and could not act on his temptations.

He turned to the bed, and was right in the middle of stripping off his clothes when he noticed something strange. It had been something in the corner of his eye, something he had not seen before in his room. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed it the very instant he'd come inside.

Slowly, his gaze swept over to the corner. He blinked once, and then sighed.

"What the hell are you doing?"

There now was a long curtain hanging over the corner of the room. It was purple in color, and was slightly transparent, allowing him to see the faint silhouette of two people kneeling behind the curtain.

"Who is that? Who are you?"

They didn't answer. Right as he was about to ready a nice, reprimanding spell, he spotted the last detail on the curtain that sent his mind reeling. Placed right in the middle of the curtain, as if it had been torn clean through, was a hole. Ordinarily he would have not been concerned with something related to the design of a piece of fabric. But the hole was just appropriately sized enough that one could feasibly stick one's hand through. And even more than that, the hole's size was just enough to fit his dick through.

"Isn't this…?" Just as he was about to inquire about the nature of the hole, he saw the silhouettes move, and he then saw a pair of mouths appear right beside the hole. Each mouth was wide open, their tongues lolling out and making suggestive licking movements. He could see the drool drip from the end of their tongues.

Ainz was breathing hard now. He knew he could have just ordered these two out, for he already knew, judging from their lips, who they were.

But just as with the maids, just as with Yuri Alpha, the mere thought of them sent an image to his mind, which only managed to heighten his arousal. And so, he walked over to the curtain, shambling like some zombie. His large, thick cock wobbled as he walked, stiff and raring to be pleased by a pair of obliging mouths. When he was just a few inches away, he could see the two mouths licking their lips and opening their mouths even wider, as if they were greatly anticipating him sticking his cock through the hole.

Seeing no other means to soothe his masculine libido, he steadied himself and fed his cock slowly through the hole. He heard them giggle, as if they were sharing a good joke. Quickly they swarmed him, like fish on tasty bait. He felt his whole body tremble from the feel of their warm fingers closing around his length. Their warm breaths send a sizzling sensation through his cock. He exhaled loudly, like he was liberating steam from his body.

They didn't waste any time. He felt their lips on either side of his tip, before they introduced him to the warmth and wetness of their mouths. He sighed, feeling the first signs of heat spreading through his body from the pleasure. Their mouths pecked and bit at him playfully, making for an amazing feeling. They started in on licking all around his length, vigorously coating him liberally with their spit.

And then, as if by design, one of them took hold of his tip and started sucking him deep into her mouth. He didn't know whose mouth this was, but at this point, he pretty much didn't care. He was panting now, thrusting his hips through the hole. They obliged him—while the other tried to put his enormous length down her throat, the other continued licking all around his exposed length, keeping it warm and wet with spit. He heard them moan and giggle as they moved over his cock, making wet, sloppy sounds. It felt so pleasurable to hear them worship his cock so hard that he could feel his peak coming. His cock swelled and he wasn't even halfway down the first one's mouth yet.

They all started moving faster, as if they were needy to please his cock. Ainz felt himself approaching the edge, closer—every closer. Then, white light flashed through his mind as he gripped the curtains, almost ripping them apart in his passion. He clenched his jaw as he felt his tip explode, shooting into the mouth of the one who had engulfed his cock in her mouth. Someone made a yelping sound, and he felt the mouth withdraw, leaving him to finish the rest of his thunderous orgasm directly on their skin in hot, fresh spurts. Apparently, they seemed not used to such a large font of cum.

When he regained control of himself his cock felt alone, unattended. But he did hear them working beyond the curtain, heard wet, smacking sounds as if they were licking each other's skin.

Growing impatient, he ably tore off the curtain from its binding and saw the truth of what he had already suspected. There on the ground sat Lupusregina Beta—and Clementine, the human he had kidnapped. They were clad in some sort of nearly-nude dancer's outfit, which only made sure to cover the most important parts—and barely, at that. Their exposed skin was completely drenched in his hot seed, which was already on the point of drying. They were currently taking turns licking each other's body, as if his seed was some sweet honey that needed to be cleaned off. The blonde Clementine was licking off cum from the other's globular boob, while Lupus was nibbling into the other's neck.

Such a raw display of sexual intimacy and lewdness made his cock rise to the fore. He approached them as he was, and the two saw him—or more likely saw his ready cock. They each got away from the other and crawled towards him, before sticking their boobs out to sandwich his cock between them.

"Do you like it… Master?" Clementine asked. He looked at the human, surprised. She was favoring him with that same, superior look she had shown him several times, when she had taunted him about his apparent lack of interest in claiming her. Now he had no more reason to resist, and had now clearly succumbed to their temptation.

"In fairness, it was her idea, Lord Ainz," Lupus said.

"Wha-?" Clementine's expression turned to one of shock, then fear, as she looked from him to Lupus then back again. "I swear, I didn't—"

He wondered why she was acting this way, particularly as he was rubbing his cock in between their nipples. But he had an idea: maybe she didn't want to appear too responsible, perhaps afraid that Ainz would take out his anger afterwards on her.

In response to that, Ainz reached out to caress their heads, threading his fingers through their hair. Lupus closed her eyes, like a puppy being petted, while Clementine grimaced at him, as if unsure how to take his affection. Silently, he kept on pushing his length through the tight valley of their intersecting boobs. Then he urged them to do as they wished.

It was Clementine who dipped her head, piling her hot breath on his tip. Then he felt her drag her tongue over his glans, slowly making pointed circles around its crown, before feeling out the portion right behind the cap. It felt good, so good that he grunted in approval. Then, he felt her lips, as she kissed him, making him sigh. She started stuffing the glans directly beyond her lips.

It was here that Ainz realized that it must have been Lupus who had blown him before. The feel of Clementine's inner mouth was significantly different, as her tongue kept on moving deliberately as she kept his tip inside. It pointed to a bit of experience on her part, which was reasonable for a worldly person such as her. As Clementine continued working on his tip, Lupus never stopped pushing and rubbing her breasts against the rest of him, making sure to keep his gaze locked down on hers. He was completely engulfed in their warmth, the soft cushioning of their boobs. There was pressure there too, as they pushed them together, almost like he was squeezing through a pussy. And of course, Clementine's insistent treatment of his tip, using a tongue technique that seemed inhuman, rounded off the cornucopia of sensations. It was just as good as Zesshi's blowjobs—no, he could better describe it as something different. A different way to experience pleasure, through the willing mouths of many other women.

Perhaps there was an actual sex goddess out there, whose abilities were geared to bring out the best pleasure? He didn't know, but now he was very curious.

Their attentions made numerous wet, squelching sounds, both from the sweat and spit and drying cum on their breasts and the way Clementine moved both lips and tongue to pleasure him. She made a humming sound that sent pleasing vibrations through his sensitive cock. His pleasure started to build again, threatening another explosive bout of cumming. Ainz bravely tried to weather the storm by transforming, as he had forgotten to change out of the configuration he had been using with Zesshi, that had allowed him to cum more easily and with more frequency. But it would be weird to change the nature of his penis now. He'd liked it to be his trump card that he would only reveal at a crucial time.

So he heeded his body for once and came, spurting out a second batch of hot seed. Unlike Lupus, Clementine seemed ready to take him on, glaring at him defiantly as she took in every hot, fresh rope of cum straight into herself. However, her efforts to guzzle down his superhuman seed seemed to be too much, as he saw her throat and cheeks bulge from the effort. Another moment later, and she had let his cock go, stumbling backward as another jet splashed against her forehead, causing her to squint. She coughed and wheezed, cum drooling out the corners of her lips as she stumbled.

Lupus was quick to take advantage, placing her face and opening her mouth right in front of his cock. She closed her eyes and waited as he blasted her body with the rest of his orgasm, smearing her sly, beautiful visage a pearly white, even staining her brilliant red hair down to the roots. When his orgasm ended, she quickly started licking herself like an animal cleaning its own body, desperately trying to consume as much of his drying cum as she could.

As he stared at them both, an epiphany came to his clear, tranquil, post-ejaculation mind.

There was no more reason to hesitate.

Why should he need to hold back anymore? The world was his oyster. The world, and Nazarick, was filled with females who were eager to jump on his cock, who begged for the honor of being filled by his seed. And who was he to deny them? Why should he not indulge their whims, and in the meantime indulge his own pleasures?

Why had he insisted on resisting for so long?

As he thought this, he gazed down upon Lupusregina's and Clementine's bodies, so thick and ripe and ready to be consumed. They had already been glazed liberally by his thick, fat cream—why not go the whole way and do them as he had done with Zesshi? Claim them, mind body and soul, in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. And if there were children to be had, then all the better.

The door slammed open, causing him to jump. He whirled, expecting an attack, but then saw Zesshi, Albedo, and Shalltear burst through the opening.

"I told you to leave it alone, you impudent—!" Albedo was shouting.

"Lord Ainz, this impertinent bug has—!" Shalltear cried.

"My love, I sincerely protest the treatment these—" Zesshi said.

All three of them paused, gazing at the sight of his utterly naked body, his cock raised like a conquering flag over the seated, cum-soaked figures of Clementine and Lupusregina.

They looked from them, to his face, to his cock, then back to the other two women.

"How the hell did you get in here?" Ainz said, half to himself. The door had been warded from everything but the most determined assault. To gain entrance to his room like this, the trio had to use a force that would have crushed a castle wall ten times over.

It was Clementine who broke the tense, erotic stand-off, as she sighed in exasperation. "Well. Looks like we're out of the running, Lupusregina. The heavy-hitters are here."

"Shut your mouth, please, human," Lupusregina hissed, flailing her hands in panic. "Do you not remember who they are?"

"Oh, I do. But I'm less concerned about them especially when he's here," Clementine replied. It was then that she caught sight of Zesshi. She whistled. "Whoa what the hell is she doing here?"

Ignoring Clementine's words, Zesshi took a step forward, while clasping her hands together in front of her boobs. "Oh, my lord, this is wonderful! I have already said before that your Majesty is unparalleled—this has only confirmed what I have seen in you! You are truly worthy to be Master of all!"

"… What are you doing here again?" Ainz asked.

Zesshi smirked. "The guides you've assigned to me have been most unhelpful with their constant bickering. Oh, they even threatened my life and the life of our child!"

"Impudent insect—" Albedo snarled. Shalltear was also about to protest when Ainz shot them a look. They wilted before his gaze.

"I see." Ainz turned to Zesshi. "Don't worry about them. They're only trying to do their best."

The trio blinked, surprised. Albedo and Shalltear blushed, and pressed their fingers together while squirming their bodies.

"However." He swiftly grabbed Zesshi and hurled her toward the bed. Then he snapped his fingers and invoked the power of a World Item to completely isolate Albedo and Shalltear inside an indestructible bubble. "Lupusregina, lock the door. Then come here to stand beside the bed."

Albedo and Shalltear began banging on the inside of the bubble.

"This is your punishment," he told them. "Yes, I have changed. Yes, I will spread my seed to whoever wishes for it. And I will enjoy it. But as punishment for disobedience, you two will only watch. You may pleasure yourself, I do not stop you. But you may only watch."

He climbed onto the bed, where Zesshi had already stripped off her clothes. The human was now positioned, perched on her elbows and knees, her dripping pussy ready to take him in. The semen-glazed figures of Clementine and Lupusregina stood to the side, awaiting his orders.

Ainz lined himself up, daubing his cock against Zesshi's entrance. He saw Albedo and Shalltear twist and moan from frustration. He smiled, then pushed forward inside Zesshi, while beckoning the other two towards him, so he could start fondling their bodies. Today would be a feast, and he would enjoy it.

A full five hours later, Albedo and Shalltear were on their knees, ankle-deep in puddles of liquid, crying out with anguish behind the barrier Ainz had banished them to.

Ainz stirred from his reverie, as three warm and lovely dozing women spooned against him. A Message had come ringing in his mind—it had come from Sebas.

"Yes?"

"My lord, my pardons, but many people are searching for sir Momon."

"… I see. Which people?"

"I have sent the demons to the Guild, and they brought back one of those notices. Among others, it appears Blue Rose themselves have put forth a reward for your whereabouts. It says you are needed on a mission of 'dire importance'."

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