Hello again, everyone. Just some quick author notes before we jump into the chapter. This chapter will focus on Shalltear, plants a few seeds for later, and lays the groundwork for how Momonga's harem will be built and structured.
I also wanted to thank everyone for the support and kind messages. I'm glad that my work was generally well-received.
Without further ado, here's the chapter.
"Raise your heads," Momonga called, maximizing his presence and aura. "You all did well to gather here; thank you."
"Your thanks is wasted upon us," Albedo said, devotion pouring through in her every word. "We here have all pledged ourselves to you. Momonga-sama, you may find us lacking; however, we vow to work hard and to live up to the expectations of the supreme beings who created us."
"We vow this, to you!" the others called in unison.
"Wonderful, floor guardians!" Momonga called, spreading his arms. "I am confident that all of you will be able to fulfill your duties without fail!"
His praise seemed to deeply please all of the guardians before him. "Now then," Momonga continued. "The Great Tomb of Nazarick is caught up in an unknown situation. I had Sebas step out and survey our surroundings."
He turned to the side, where Sebas was waiting, and the demon butler bowed; Momonga had sensed him enter earlier.
Sebas approached and gave his report. As opposed to the swamps that previously surrounded the Great Tomb of Nazarick, it was now surrounded by a vast, open grassland. There did not appear to be any buildings nearby, and Sebas added that he did not see any beings within a kilometer around Nazarick.
"Excellent work, Sebas," Momonga said. "It seems that Nazarick has been transported to an unknown land for some reason. Floor guardian leader, Albedo. As well as the defensive leader, Demiurge."
"Yes?" they both responded immediately.
"Create a stronger information sharing system and fortify our defenses!" Momonga commanded. "Mare, is there a way to conceal the Great Tomb of Nazarick?"
"I-it would be difficult just using magic," Mare said, looking down. "But, if we covered the walls with dirt and concealed ourselves with vegetation…"
"You wish to smear the glorious walls of Nazarick with dirt?" Albedo repeated, venom in her voice.
"Albedo, do not make unnecessary remarks," Momonga commanded.
"Of course. I am very sorry, Momonga-sama," she responded immediately, bowing her head further.
"Is it possible to conceal ourselves by covering our walls with dirt?" Momonga continued, looking towards Mare.
"Y-yes. As long as you allow it. However…" Mare trailed off.
"Indeed – a random mound would look unnatural," Momonga said, voicing her inner concerns. "Sebas, were there any hills around the area?"
"No," Sebas responded. "Unfortunately, we are surrounded by flatlands."
"I see," Momonga said, thinking briefly. "What if we made dummy hills in the area?"
"I believe we would blend in with such a surrounding," the butler said.
"Alright," Momonga decided. "That is what we shall do. Afterwards, we will hide the open areas that we cannot cover with illusions."
"Y-yes. I understand," Mare said.
"Lastly, I wanted to ask each floor guardian something," Momonga said. "First, Shalltear. What kind of person am I to you?"
Shalltear responded immediately, blushing and looking towards him with something akin to worship. "A crystallization of beauty! The most beautiful person in this world!"
"Cocytus," Momonga prompted.
"Stronger than all of the guardians," she replied, "a man truly worthy to be the absolute ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."
"Aura."
"A merciful leader who excels at foresight," she answered.
"Mare."
"A- A very kind person," she said.
"Demiurge."
"A man who makes wise decisions and acts upon them efficiently," she said. "A man who truly fits the word 'inscrutable.'"
"Sebas."
"The head of all the supreme beings and a merciful leader who stayed behind with us until the end," he answered.
"And lastly, Albedo."
She looked up, blushing as she cast her gaze upon him. "The highest ranking of all the supreme beings and our ultimate Master. As well as the man I love! And finally! Finally! We were able to–"
"I-I see!" Momonga interrupted her. "I have heard all your thoughts. Continue working faithfully in my name!"
"Yes!" they all responded in unison.
Momonga teleported away from the arena and into a nearby hallway, slumping slightly against the closest wall. I'm so tired! he thought. It wasn't until just then that he finally processed their words. What was with their glorious views of him?! They were completely serious!
Within the arena…
The guardians began standing one by one in the wake of Momonga's departure.
"Th-that was really scary, sis!" Mare whimpered.
"Seriously!" she nodded. "I thought we were going to be crushed by the pressure!"
"To think he would be this impressive," Cocytus pondered.
"So that is Momonga-sama when he truly shows himself as our leader," Albedo said, clasping her hands in front of her bosom, as if in prayer.
"So it would seem," Demiurge agreed.
"It seems he has answered to our vow of fidelity," Cocytus remarked.
"He was completely different when he was with us," Aura said, looking towards Mare. "Momonga-sama was super kind! He even gave us something to drink just because we seemed thirsty!"
Albedo trembled at these words.
"S-So that's what Momonga-sama is like when he stands as a ruler," Mare said in wonder. "It was amazing!"
Albedo turned toward them abruptly, manic obsession in her eyes, and her hands still clasped by her chest. "It's exactly as you say! He responded to my- our feelings and acted just as an absolute ruler should! As expected of our creator! Among the 41 supreme beings, he is the one who stands at the top! He is a merciful man who stayed behind in this land until the end!" By the end of her rant, she was breathing deeply and was blushing intensely.
"I shall return first," Sebas said, severing the current thread of conversation. "I do not know where Momonga-sama went, but I should be by his side."
"Sebas, inform me immediately if anything happens," Albedo said, turning to him with a much more dignified expression. "Especially if Momonga-sama calls for me. I will rush to his side! No matter what I have to sacrifice in exchange! But tell Momonga-sama that I will need time if he calls me to his bedchamber; I would need to bathe first. Of course, if he wants me to go without bathing…"
"I understand," Sebas interrupted her. "I shall take my leave, floor guardians."
As Sebas walked away, Demiurge turned toward Shalltear and noticed that she was still kneeling and trembling slightly. "Is something wrong, Shalltear?" she asked.
"What is it, Shalltear?" Cocytus asked, turning to her as well.
"Ahh," she moaned, fiddling with a strand of hair hanging down from her bangs as she blushed. "H-His amazing presence has excited me so much that my underwear has gone through a bit of a crisis."
"You bitch!" Albedo glowered, her aura starting to flare up.
"What? We just received so much of Momonga-sama's energy! We got such a reward!" she retorted, standing and turning toward Albedo as her own aura flared in response. "A girl who doesn't get wet from something like that is crazy, you wide-mouthed gorilla!"
"You lamprey!" Albedo taunted.
"I was created to look this way by the supreme beings," Shalltear retorted.
"The same goes for me!" Albedo yelled.
"Err, Aura," Demiurge said, raising her hand. "I'll leave these issues to someone who understands them better."
"Hey, Demiurge!" Aura exclaimed, starting to panic. "Are you planning on making me take care of this?! You're much older than me!"
"If it gets really bad, I'll intervene," she said dismissively and started to leave.
Noticing her chance, Mare fled, following Demiurge.
"Goodness. Is this really something worth fighting over? Surely they can just share him," Cocytus groused.
"Cocytus!" Aura pleaded.
Left on her own, she turned back to see Albedo and Shalltear nearly at blows.
A short distance away, Demiurge, Mare, and Cocytus stood. "Personally, I'd be really interested in the result. It would be a great addition to our forces and for the future of Nazarick."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Mare asked.
"A great ruler should have an heir, right? In fact, we should all probably bear Momonga-sama's children," she replied, with a peculiar expression. "Momonga-sama stayed behind until the end. But, he may leave for another place like the others some day. It would be nice if he left someone we could pledge our fidelity to in his place."
"Um, s-so you mean…every single one of us? Including me? And Aura? We should all give birth to Momonga-sama's heirs?"
"What kind of blasphemy are you spouting?!" Cocytus bristled.
"But, wouldn't it be nice to pledge ourselves to Momonga-sama's descendant, too?" Demiurge countered.
Cocytus blushed as she considered the thought. "That would be nice…No! That would be wonderful! What a wonderful situation! I must find Momonga-sama immediately and bear his child!" she exclaimed. "Ahh, to be called mama! And the child could ride upon my shoulders sometimes!" She slowly drifted away, and began moving about strangely, as if concretizing the fantasies playing in her mind.
"Cocytus," Demiurge called. "If you could come back to reality, please."
"What a wonderful scene," she mused, slowly returning. "That is truly something to be wished for…"
"I am glad you are pleased with the thought," Demiurge said. "Albedo! Shalltear! Are you both still fighting?"
Aura turned to her. "They're finished fighting. Right now, they're…"
"We are deciding who the head wife will be," Shalltear said.
"It would be strange if the absolute ruler of Nazarick only had one wife," Albedo agreed. "However, we have yet to decide who will be his official wife."
"That is a very important matter, to be sure," Demiurge said. "But will you give us our orders first?"
"Of course," Albedo said, brushing her hair back a little. "Shalltear, we shall discuss this at length at another time."
"I have no problem with that," she answered, a mischievous plan already forming in her mind.
"Then let us begin with the plans," Albedo said, adopting a more serious and formal tone as she clasped her hands by her waist.
Elsewhere within Nazarick…
Momonga reached into a crate of weapons and picked up a sword. His class in Yggdrasil was that of a sorcerer, but at the max level of 100 he should have enough strength to swing a sword. To his surprise, he was able to swing the sword with ease. In Yggdrasil, he was unable to wield or equip items outside of his class, but it seemed that had changed. That said, the sword was more like a club in his hands as he had never practiced swordsmanship in his life…
It had been three days since Momonga arrived in this world. He didn't feel any unease or discomfort with his new form at all. Looking in the mirror nearby, this was the first good look he had gotten of himself. He was a bit taller than in his human form; standing at about 6'4" (~193 cm), he towered over most of the NPCs. He had long, silvery white hair that cascaded over his broad shoulders and stopped around his thighs. He had large, black horns curling forward from around his temple, pale skin, and blood-red eyes that glowed with power. He was much more muscular in this form as well.
Had he changed in any other ways? He seemed to be able to hold himself together fairly well, despite his nagging sense of imposter syndrome. His libido was very much intact, if the incident with Albedo in the throne room was anything to go by. He hadn't felt hunger or the need for sleep since he arrived, though.
As he was contemplating these things, the door to the room he was in burst open. He turned, and before he could even register what was going on, he was tackled backwards into the wall.
"Momonga-sama!" Shalltear cried, pressing herself against him as closely as possible and running her hands over his chest.
"Sh-Shalltear?!" Momonga gasped, trying to make sense of the situation. The maid who had been in the room with him previously was now gone, leaving him alone with a frantic Shalltear, who was trying to get her hands on every inch of him she could.
"Ahh, Momonga-sama…" she crooned. "How could you reward me with your blessed aura, your overwhelming presence, and then leave me? I'm so wet I can't stand it!"
"Shalltear, calm down!" Momonga said, but his heart wasn't in it. He was already starting to get hard as she writhed in his lap.
Noticing his erection, Shalltear gasped and tears sprang to her eyes. "You do desire me Momonga-sama? Oh, thank you!" she cried, throwing her arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck. "After what that bi- I mean, Albedo said…I thought that perhaps I had missed my chance. That she had stolen you from me for good."
She sniffled slightly and the tears began to fall. Taken aback, Momonga quickly wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers through her hair. "Of course not, Shalltear," Momonga said, desperately hoping he didn't sound as panicked as he felt. "No one could take your place in my heart. You are perfectly desirable."
She nuzzled into his neck further, pulling herself closer to him, and inadvertently rubbing against his cock through their clothes. "I have never heard such wonderful words, even in my dreams…to think, you would be saying such things about me…that I'm desirable, and have a place in your heart, no less…Ahh, Momonga-sama, I'm getting wet again…Please, take me!"
"I cannot do that," Momonga said, looking away.
"What?" Shalltear gasped, pulling back and looking into his eyes with sheer desperation. "Why not? You said I am desirable, did you not?!"
"I have already done such things with Albedo," Momonga said ashamedly. "You know that. I cannot knowingly do these things with you when I have already committed elsewhere. You are worth more than that."
Shalltear looked at him, her mouth open in a small 'o.' "Momonga-sama…" she breathed out. "You…you truly value me that highly?"
"Indeed. You are one of the precious children left behind by my comrades," Momonga answered without hesitation. "I feel guilty enough with what I did to Albedo."
"Is…is that all you feel for me, Momonga-sama?" she asked, reaching down and grasping his cock through his robes, rubbing it gently.
"Shalltear, s-sto–" he started to say.
But the words died in his throat as she started rubbing him a little faster. "Momonga-sama…shhh…" she cooed, opening his robes and taking his burgeoning erection in her hand and beginning to stroke it again. Her tiny hand was so delicate and her fingers could barely wrap around him. "Please, don't say such things, Momonga-sama…"
"Sh-shalltear…" Momonga moaned.
"I want to be used by you, Momonga-sama…" she said, barely above a breathy whisper. "I need to be used by you…I want you to make me your slut, your bitch, your toy to be used and discarded whenever you decide," she continued, starting to stroke Momonga's cock with ever-increasing fervor as she riled herself up with her own words. "I don't care if you have other women. You are the Master and ruler of Nazarick, and someone of your power and status deserves as many women as he wants. I would count myself lucky to be among their number."
"Shalltear," Momonga said, gripping her arms tightly, forcing her to stop. He lifted her up to eye level and fixed her with a powerful stare. "Are you sure that this is what you want?"
As she stared back into his eyes, her body convulsed slightly. "Ahh, how do you do this to me, Momonga-sama..? Just…from looking into your eyes and being exposed to your power…I came!"
"If that is satisfactory, you may go," Momonga said, beginning to set her back down.
"No! Momonga-sama, please, let me serve you!" she pleaded, desperately reaching for his cock, but as he held her, she was unable to reach it with her hands. "I long for you with every fiber of my being! I don't care if Albedo was first; let me be the second to receive the ultimate blessing of your love!"
"Very well," Momonga relented. "However! You will obey my every word without fail. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Master!" Shalltear cried. "Please, let me service your wonderful dick! I'll give you everything!"
Momonga turned her away from him and gently sat her down on top of his cock, her large, shapely rear pressing against him. "Then use your ass to pleasure me."
"Of course, Master!" Shalltear responded. She quickly pulled her dress up and over her head and tossed it aside, revealing lacy black lingerie and a matching black garter belt holding up black thigh high socks. After tossing aside her dress, she sat back down, sandwiching Momonga's erection between her ass cheeks and started to gently grind back and forth. "Is this what you wanted, Master? My big ass smothering your dick and rubbing all over you until you cum?"
"Ahh, yes, Shalltear," Momonga moaned. "Just like that. And keep talking about how you're just a toy for me to use…"
Shalltear sped up her assault, grinding her ass up and down Momonga's full length, gripping his thighs to steady herself. "I will always be nothing but a fuck toy for you, Master!" she cried. "I exist to serve you, to be used by you! If I can't make you cum as many times as possible every single day, I am worthless!"
"I love it when you talk like that," Momonga breathed out, reaching forward and resting his hands on her hips as she continued to rub up against him.
"Feeling your huge, strong hands on me gets me so worked up, Master!" Shalltear moaned. "Touch me more. Hit me! Pull my hair, use my body like the fuck doll that I am!"
Momonga slapped her ass with a little more strength than he meant to due to his excitement. He was bracing himself to apologize when Shalltear moaned extremely loudly. "Oh, fuck, yes! Hit me again, Master! Harder!"
Momonga reared back and slapped her other ass cheek this time, leaving a vibrant red handprint on her pale skin. Despite being hit, she didn't cease grinding against him even for a second. Her moans increased in volume, and she started to pant. Momonga could feel her wetness starting to drip down his legs.
"How does that feel, you masochist slut?" Momonga asked, punctuating the word 'slut' with another slap to her rear.
Again, Momonga's strike did nothing to deter her. She continued grinding against him, moving her ass all the way up and down his entire length. "It feels incredible, Master! You're the only one who could ever give me this delicious pain! No one else is powerful enough to control me and make me submit like the dirty slut I am!" she moaned out. "Show me what it means to be the fuck toy of the greatest of the supreme beings!"
"Shalltear! I'm going to cum! Don't you dare stop!" Momonga gasped.
Hearing his commands, Shalltear maintained her pace, grinding against his cock with unmatched fervor. Momonga arched his back as he started to cum, sending strings of his seed spurting all over her back. Shalltear kept working his rod with her ass, wanting to milk every drop she could. By the time the last of it drained out of him, her back was covered. It was in her hair, on her ass, and dripping down her thighs.
Shalltear spasmed in ecstasy, crying out as she reached her own orgasm from the feel of her Master's semen covering her body and the knowledge that it was she who had pleasured him to earn such a reward. As she slowly came to a stop, still pressed up against Momonga's cock, she yelped as Momonga gripped her by the hair and yanked her up, pulling her around to face him.
"You didn't think once would be enough to satisfy me, did you?" Momonga asked, staring straight into her eyes, his crimson orbs aglow with power.
Her eyes were still slightly rolled up, and her long tongue was lolling out of the side of her mouth, but she recoiled when she heard his voice, and her eyes frantically met his. "Of course not, Master! You can use me as much as you like! Would you like my ass again? Or something else?" she asked, reaching down and gently running her fingers along Momonga's length.
"You're going to use your mouth this time," he replied.
She blushed slightly, opening her mouth and licking her lips as she nodded and slowly dropped to her knees. She continued stroking Momonga's still-hard cock, and he tightened his grip on her hair, shoving her face up against his crotch. She groaned in ecstasy from the degradation, her eyes starting to slightly roll up again as she pressed her face willingly against her Master's massive erection.
"Shalltear, you can extend the length of your tongue, correct?" Momonga asked, looking down at her.
She briefly mumbled an agreement, still in a daze from the scent of semen and cock flooding her nostrils.
"Good. I want you to extend it as much as possible; I want you to wrap every inch of my cock with your tongue," he commanded.
"Yes, Master."
She opened her mouth, and her tongue slowly began to inch further and further out, serpentine in its movements as it coiled around Momonga's length, encasing it from top to bottom. He gasped in pleasure as Shalltear began coiling her tongue up and down his length, corkscrewing from just beneath the head all the way down to the base. She kept her eyes on him as she worked her tongue and gently dragged her nails against his skin, one hand on his thigh and the other reaching up to caress his toned stomach.
"Shalltear…that's…incredible," Momonga gasped out.
She grinned slightly, but focused more so on her roiling tongue, continuing to swirl it around Momonga's cock. His body was trembling, and Shalltear took that as a sign to move even faster. As she picked up the pace, Momonga gasped and started to breathe hard.
"Shalltear! I…I can't!" he gasped louder and started to cum again.
His seed splurged out onto her tongue and it became even slicker as it slithered all over his cock, wringing it dry as Shalltear spasmed with pleasure from the taste. After about a minute, she ceased her motions and her tongue was dripping with Momonga's seed, dotting the floor and filling the room with the scent of them. She slowly released him, her tongue retreating into her mouth and she swallowed everything she could. Still not satisfied, she returned to licking the the underside of his tip, occasionally eking out another tiny drop which she greedily lapped up.
"Shall I service you further, Momonga-sama?" she asked, still licking him gently. "Maybe you'll actually make it into my mouth this time…" she teased. "I promise it will feel even better…"
Wanting to get a slight bit of revenge for that comment, Momonga simply said, "Beg for it."
Shalltear blinked in confusion. She clearly thought that she had the upper hand, but didn't seem displeased by this turn of events. "Please, Master…let me suck your dick. I'll suck it so good for you…" she moaned.
"Hmm," Momonga responded, feigning contemplation. He was just about to tell her to get to it when he was struck by a brilliant surge of inspiration. "Perhaps not. I think I'm going to call Albedo here and make her do it."
"WHAT?!" Shalltear nearly exploded. "That bitch? But Master! I've been such a good little slut for you! She could never do what I just did for you!"
"So you have," Momonga acknowledged. "But it just didn't seem like you wanted it badly enough. You may go. I'll message her now."
"No! Please!" Shalltear begged, throwing herself on him. "Please! Please let me suck your dick, Master! Please! I'll do anything! I'll suck it for hours, no, days if you tell me to! I'll swallow every single drop of your precious cum that you give me!" she continued, eventually having to draw a big breath from trying to get as many words out as possible. "This is my purpose! I'm your fuck doll, your toy, your slut! I exist for your pleasure!"
"Hmm," Momonga repeated. "That's much better. You may."
"Oh, thank you, Master!" Shalltear cried, rushing forward and eagerly shoving his entire cock into her mouth, taking him all the way to the hilt in one go.
He moaned as she began rapidly shoving her mouth up and down his length, repeatedly spearing her own throat and moaning just as much as her Master. All sense of self-control and dignity now gone with the threat of not being allowed to service her Master, Shalltear moved up and down as quickly as she could, undeterred even as she mashed her face into Momonga's stomach.
With the intensity of her focus all bearing down upon him now, Momonga almost missed the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up past Shalltear, who was still on her knees in front of him basically face-fucking herself with his cock, Momonga saw Albedo now standing in the doorway. Her face switched through several expressions rapidly as she took in the scene before her. Luckily, she did not seem angry or upset. Envious, though. Extremely envious.
She did not speak, but simply looked into his eyes. Momonga-sama, came her curt message. If you had simply called for me, I would have come to you at once to serve you. Despite her words, and despite the situation, her tone was relatively even. I will gladly suck your beautiful cock any time you wish. Or if you desire something else, I will do anything. My breasts, perhaps? As she spoke, she cupped her prodigious bust with her hands, bending forward slightly as she pressed them together, giving Momonga an exquisite view of her cleavage. They are the largest among the guardians; I know I could use them to serve you well. And I know you love them with how you look at them and how you were touching me…
Momonga panted slightly as he concentrated on not blowing his load too early with the erotic display Albedo was giving him coupled with the fact that Shalltear was still ravenously blowing him. Smirking mischievously, Albedo raised her hand in Shalltear's direction, and a purple seal formed behind her head. Shalltear was none the wiser and continued sucking Momonga's cock, forcing it all the way down her throat with each thrust forward.
"Shalltear," Momonga gasped. "I'm cumming again. Do not stop until I give you permission; am I understood?"
Shalltear mumbled acknowledgment as she continued her assault, moaning louder each time she took him into her mouth. As he rolled over the brink, a monstrous tide of his seed erupted in her mouth. She blinked in surprise and started to gag, moving back to holding half of Momonga's cock in her mouth, no longer sucking him off, and his semen flooded out of her mouth and spilled down her front.
Albedo growled in frustration and moved forward. She gripped Shalltear by the hair and started roughly shoving her mouth up and down Momonga's length once more. "Your Master gave you a direct order, you worthless, filthy, lamprey-slut!" she said angrily, punctuating each insult by roughly thrusting Momonga's rod into her throat. Shalltear tried to look toward Albedo, but couldn't move much as Albedo was forcing her to continue sucking Momonga off.
Even with Albedo controlling her, it didn't stop her from gagging and choking. Albedo sighed in further exasperation, yanked her backwards off of Momonga's cock, and shoved her to the side. As his rod broke free of Shalltear's throat, it continued spasmodically shooting out semen and large spurts of it shot onto Albedo's breasts, and, as it twitched in pleasure, another spurt landed on her face. Without blinking or flinching, she shot forward like a snake and ensnared his manhood between her lips, immediately taking him to the hilt and beginning to perfectly suck him dry.
Momonga spasmed and moaned from Albedo's vigorous ministrations, and in his periphery he could see Shalltear gasping and coughing, slowly recovering from choking on his cum. She finally looked up and saw Albedo finishing what she could not, and she looked a little angry, but mostly turned on. Slowly, ever-so slowly, her hand snaked its way down to her pussy and she started aggressively rubbing her clit.
"Oh, yes!" Shalltear moaned loudly. "Suck that massive dick, you slut! Give our Master the pleasure I couldn't…"
She shuddered and started to climax, falling backwards in a disheveled heap. Albedo, however, was still moving her mouth all the way up and down Momonga's length, swirling her tongue against him to eke out every last drop of cum that she could. After nearly a minute of enduring her peerless skill, his balls finally ran dry. She gave him a few more thrusts down her throat before pulling back. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing Momonga what remained of his cum in her mouth. She had swallowed most of it, as she had no choice, but a substantial amount still resided in her mouth.
She reached out with one of her hands, grasping his cock and started to stroke it slowly as she swirled his cum around with her tongue, moaning as her eyes rolled back from the taste.
"Swallow," Momonga commanded.
Hearing her Master's words, she immediately obeyed; she swallowed every drop, and opened her mouth once more to show him that it was empty, stroking his cock gently the entire time.
At that moment, Shalltear nearly screamed in ecstasy. Turning towards her, they saw that the purple seal had descended upon her and she was now bearing the pleasure that Albedo (and to some extent herself) had given Momonga with her mouth. Albedo stood, watching Shalltear thrash and moan incoherently on the ground, and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. Despite her tone, she actually quickened the pace with which she was stroking Momonga's cock, and her expression betrayed an almost imperceptible excitement.
Even though he had felt completely drained earlier, as Albedo stroked him even faster, Momonga managed to fire off two final strings of his seed, one landing on Shalltear's stomach and chest, the other landing on her face.
"Enjoy that, you worthless whore," she said, looking down upon Shalltear. "To be rewarded for such failure…Momonga-sama, your generosity knows no bounds. Surely such a pitiful performance deserves nothing short of death."
Death?! Momonga thought wildly. She was definitely going overboard there. Better reel them in a bit. "Albedo, I forgive her completely. And besides, you more than made up for it. It is not her fault that she cannot compare to your technique; she simply needs practice."
Albedo bowed her head slightly. "As you command, Momonga-sama. I suppose I shall be content with the fact that we have finally settled who will be your official wife. I am leagues beyond this lamprey in terms of the pleasure I can offer. My fellatio and my breasts are clearly superior, and even the rest of my body is much more appealing."
"Ahhh…" Shalltear moaned, "Yes, I'm nothing compared to you, Albedo-sama…You sucked his beautiful dick so much better than I could…but please, let me have it sometimes, Momonga-sama…!"
Albedo looked at her with slight contempt. "At least this confirms that you know your place. Beneath me."
"Albedo. I am going to step out of Nazarick for a bit," Momonga said.
"I shall accompany you, Momonga-sama!" she exclaimed, moving over and latching onto his arm. "Forgive me for my impertinence in taking your arm. But surely, since I was so good for you, you'll allow me this once?"
"Ordinarily I would not mind at all," Momonga replied. "But I must go alone this time."
"Please, wait, Momonga-sama!" Albedo cried. "If you go alone, we cannot perish as your shields if something were to happen!"
"There is something I wish to do alone," he stated. "And I would not permit you to die in my stead regardless. I will not allow anyone to accompany me."
Although she momentarily looked extremely displeased, she bowed her head and said, "I understand."
Without another word, he teleported to the hallway adjacent to one of Nazarick's exits. The NPC's devotion to him and the necessity of acting like an absolute ruler before them were tiring…but thus far it definitely seemed to have its perks. However, he noted that if he were to get around without being detected, he would need to morph or disguise his appearance. He snapped his fingers, and ornate black armor appeared over him in place of his usual robes, and a helmet encased his head, obscuring his hair. He used a spell to temporarily hide his horns so that he would be indistinguishable from a normal humanoid figure.
The armor was far more opulent than he remembered; its shiny exterior gleamed even in the meager torchlight within Nazarick, and the golden trim accented the black beautifully. A black cape draped around his shoulders where his golden crest was emblazoned. He was almost uncomfortable in armor this exquisite-looking; his fear of damaging or breaking it persisted despite his knowledge that he could dispel and re-summon it at will, erasing any and all damage done to the armor.
Casting these thoughts aside, Momonga ascended a set of stairs before him and was slightly startled as he encountered three ominous-looking demons; one was a female with a rather large bust whose face was covered by a mask, a muscular male humanoid with horns similar to his, but with red hair instead, and a massive scaled creature with flaming wings. Jealousy, Avarice, and Wrath. Momonga recalled the names of the three demon generals who served under Demiurge. But what were they doing on the first floor? He was about to continue moving forward when Demiurge herself stepped forward, taking notice of him.
"Momonga-sama," she said, kneeling before him immediately. "You came here without any guards? And that armor…"
"Indeed," Momonga responded. "There is a reason for all of this."
A look of acknowledgement momentarily crossed her elegant features. "So that's how it is," she said. "As expected of the supreme ruler of Nazarick; your attention to detail is impeccable."
What?! Momonga exclaimed within his mind. He just wanted to go outside and get some air!
"However," she continued, completely unaware of his inner turmoil, "I cannot allow you to go out without anyone accompanying you."
"Very well," Momonga acquiesced. "I will allow just one to accompany me."
With that, he strode past where Demiurge was kneeling. She bowed even more deeply and said, "Thank you very much for accepting my selfishness."
She stood and fell in place behind him, following silently and at a respectable distance. Momonga made his way further along and soon exited Nazarick, beholding the sky above for the first time. Its beauty was…unparalleled. Indescribable. This sight more than anything ruled out the notion of this being some other DMMO-RPG. It seemed impossible for humans to create something like this. The sky on the 6th floor that Blue Planet-san made was pretty amazing, but this was beyond even that.
Focusing within himself, he cast [fly] and soared into the air. Behind him, Demiurge sprouted leathery black bat wings from her back, and ascended in his wake. Momonga soared higher and higher until he pierced the clouds. Removing his helmet and freeing his hair, he took in the night sky in all of its bounteous glory. The moon was massive and provided ample light to see, even if he could see in the dark thanks to his race. Looking down, an entire planet stretched out before him.
"The stars in the sky are like a glittering box of jewels," he remarked.
Demiurge spoke from behind him, startling him slightly; he had almost forgotten that she was with him. "I believe this world shines so that my lord can adorn himself with its riches," she said.
"Hm. That may be true," Momonga mused. "I may have come to this land to obtain this box of treasures. No," he quickly corrected himself, "it's not something I should hoard for myself; perhaps this is so I can adorn Nazarick and my friends of Ainz Ooal Gown with it."
Demiurge bowed her head, crossing her chest with her arm. "If you wish it, we will use all the forces of Nazarick to obtain it for you," she stated with enough conviction that even Momonga was almost convinced.
For some reason, he found this quite amusing. He chuckled. "At this point, when we don't even know what exists out there?" he asked. "Well, taking over the world might be enjoyable."
Unbeknownst to him, Demiurge gasped slightly behind him, her eyes widening as she took in her Master's words, blissfully oblivious to Momonga thinking that such a feat was probably beyond them.
Momonga couldn't help but wonder if there were any other Yggdrasil players like himself out there. His message skill hadn't worked, instead connecting him to Sebas. But that could have been because any other recipients were too far away or the effects of the magic had changed. If that were the case, then if he were to spread the name of Ainz Ooal Gown throughout the world…
As he thought this, he heard a great rumbling from below. Looking down, he saw immense waves of shifting earth approaching the walls of Nazarick. It looked like Mare was using the skill [earth surge], and combining that with another skill to increase its range and one of her class skills to amplify its strength. Momonga expected no less from her.
"Momonga-sama," Demiurge called, "May I ask what you plan to do?"
"I am thinking that I will go visit Mare while she is working," he responded. "What do you think she would like as a reward for her efforts?"
Demiurge bowed her head slightly, saying, "I am sure that she will be happy just to have you speak with her."
"I suppose you're right," he said, slightly disappointed with such a simplistic answer.
Momonga placed his hand before his face, summoning the helmet to his armor and once again obscuring his face. He descended, landing next to Mare as she caused grass to sprout from the earth now concealing Nazarick's walls.
She turned to him as he landed, recognizing him immediately despite the armor he was wearing. She dashed towards him happily, shouting, "Momonga-sama!" As she skidded to a stop in front of him, she asked, "Why are you here? Did I make some kind of mistake?"
"No, Mare," he answered. "Your work to prevent others from finding Nazarick is very important. That's why, Mare; I wanted you to know just how satisfied I am."
"Yes, Momonga-sama," she said, curtsying with her skirt. "I am honored to be praised by you."
"Right, then," Momonga continued. "I am not sure what reward you would like, but I would like you to think on it. Once you have decided, you may ask one favor of me."
"What? A favor? But I couldn't possibly do such a thing, Momonga-sama!" she gasped. "You are the greatest of all the supreme beings! Just being praised by you is enough!"
"Calm down, Mare," Momonga commanded. "I would rather not resort to ordering you to accept this proposal; please, accept it willingly, and continue to serve Nazarick well!"
"Th-thank you very much, Momonga-sama!" she said, looking at him with wholehearted worship. "I will be sure to work hard to live up to such a reward!"
"I'm depending on you, Mare," Momonga said.
"Of course!" she said, bowing her head slightly. "Um, by the way, Momonga-sama…why are you wearing that armor?" she asked.
"W-well!" he stammered out. "That's…because…"
"It's quite simple, Mare," Albedo's beautiful voice rang out. She elegantly glided down using the black angel wings at her hips, stopping a few feet away from Momonga and Demiurge. "Momonga-sama didn't want to bother his subordinates while they were working," she explained, starting to close the gap between them. "If we knew that Momonga-sama was here, everyone would stop what they were doing just to bow down to his greatness. Isn't that right, Momonga-sama?"
"As expected, Albedo!" Momonga said, now grateful for the helmet covering his face. "You always know exactly what I'm thinking."
"As the leader of the floor guardians, this much is to be expected," she replied, looking toward him with affection. "No, even without that title, I am confident that I would understand your feelings."
"I-I see," Mare said with wonder.
"Well then, Mare," Momonga said. "I apologize for interrupting your work; please, continue."
"Y-yes!" she responded. "Please excuse me, Momonga-sama."
As she walked away, Momonga turned toward Albedo and Demiurge. "What sort of favor do you think she'll ask for?" he asked them.
"If she were smart, she would request to be your next wife," Albedo said, nodding her head as if this were the most obvious answer. "Of course, I will still be your first and primary wife, and while the lamprey is now lined up to be your second wife, all of them will be beneath me in priority. Provided that is acceptable to you, Momonga-sama."
"Uhh…" he said eloquently. "But Mare is a child."
"Oh, that?" Albedo said dismissively. "That is easily remedied."
As Momonga was about to question her about that, Demiurge spoke up. "Perhaps she could request you to instruct her in magic so that she could better serve Nazarick," she suggested.
"While that would be less interesting than my proposal, it would be a good idea," Albedo admitted.
"Hm," Momonga thought aloud. "That would be acceptable, and if that were what she requested, I would happily oblige. But I would hope it to be a more personal and individual request. It's a reward, after all."
Earlier within Nazarick…
Shalltear gradually collected herself as the pleasure receded. She picked up her discarded dress and put it back on, though this was merely a temporary solution; with her state and the fact that it had been on the ground since this escapade began, both it and she would need proper cleaning. Speaking of which, that pleasure she had experienced…
"What did you do to me?" Shalltear asked Albedo, who was still standing nearby, though she appeared lost in thought as she stared at the doorway through which Momonga had left earlier. It became apparent after a brief span of seconds that Albedo either hadn't heard her or was ignoring her, which pissed Shalltear off even more. "Hey! Answer me, you wide-mouthed gorilla!"
This finally seemed to stir Albedo from her thoughts. "Hmph," she said. "I hoped that you might have retained some of that humility from earlier."
Shalltear blushed, but still managed to look annoyed. "W-what I like sexually doesn't put me beneath you! Now answer me!"
"I used two of my skills as a succubus. One to maximize the pleasure we gave Momonga-sama, and the other to bind you to him and experience what we made him feel. Congratulations, Shalltear," Albedo said. "You are now in line to be Momonga-sama's second wife."
Elsewhere in the world…
The thundering hooves of a cavalry of horses echoed across a distant plain. Nearby, a tall blond man with a scar on his left cheek stood observing them pass. "Tomorrow morning, attack the next village," he commanded with a smirk. "Guide the beasts to their cage."