Hello again everyone. I apologize about the delay, but I'm back with another chapter for you. This chapter will focus on Enri.
I would also like to give everyone a blatant and clear trigger warning: in this chapter, Momonga knowingly and purposefully gives someone an aphrodisiac and uses an ability to manipulate their mind. If that bothers you, please skip the sex scene for this chapter. If not, disregard this.
Elsewhere in the world…
The thunder of falling hooves filled the plain as a cavalry of soldiers rode through. In the lead was a tall man with bulking muscles, a trim, dark beard, and short hair to match. He wore armor of silver and red with a broad sword strapped to his hip. His face was set with a slight grimace from the strain of riding so hard for so long.
"Head warrior Gazef," a man to his right called.
The man named Gazef looked toward him, and, seeing him looking off into the distance, followed his gaze. His grimace intensified as he saw several trails of hazy black smoke beyond a line of trees fairly far off, and he urged his horse to hasten its pace.
Before long, they reached a decimated village; the houses were in ruins with what scattered remnants there were left still smoldering and emitting the acrid smoke that drew them in. Gazef's men set themselves to rescuing the small number of survivors.
"Vice-Chief," Gazef called. "Take a few men and guide the survivors back to E-Rantel."
"Head warrior," the Vice-Chief responded, "The King's orders were to investigate the group that has been attacking villages and eliminate them. Even if the enemy is a group of soldiers from the Baharuth empire, only fifty soldiers were dispatched for this mission," he continued.
Gazef turned to him, meeting his gaze with a serious expression. "That's right," he nodded. "This mission is one requiring the utmost secrecy."
His second-in-command shook his head with a pained expression. "The nobles are behind this, aren't they?" he asked. "Even among the King's inner circle, many believe that if his most trusted chief warrior were to fail, they would have firepower against the King."
"That's enough," Gazef said, holding a hand up to silence the man.
"You must realize that this is a trap!" he pressed. "Instead of splitting our forces here, we should all head back to E-Rantel at once! Even if we were to sacrifice a few villages, the loss of the most powerful swordsman in the country would be far more grave!"
"I am of common birth" Gazef stated. "Living in a village is living next to death. It is not uncommon for us to be attacked by monsters."
"Then didn't you sometimes hope that the powerful nobles or adventurers would save you?" Gazef asked.
"To say that I never hoped would be a lie," he admitted. "But no one ever appeared."
"Then let us be the ones to appear before them," Gazef said, fixing the Vice-Chief with an intense expression. "Let us show those people who know the dangers and yet still put their lives on the line; let us show them the strong which protect the weak."
Back within Nazarick…
Momonga sat at a long conference table within his office chambers. Sebas stood beside him as he attempted to figure out how to use the Mirror of Remote Viewing floating before him. He felt it was paramount to learn to manage this device as it would vastly improve the efficiency with which they kept secure the area surrounding Nazarick. He felt as though he was just waving his arms around randomly without much result when Sebas started clapping.
"Congratulations, Momonga-sama," the butler praised. "It seems you've managed to control it."
"Thank you, Sebas," Momonga replied. "Sorry for making you do this with me."
"Staying beside my master and following his orders is the very definition of the butler which Lord Touch Me created and my reason for existence," Sebas said dismissively.
"I see," Momonga said. "In any case, let's search for areas where there may be people."
After a couple minutes of fruitlessly scrolling around, the mirror alit upon a small village. As he observed it, it he saw many people scattered and running around, though at his current vantage point they appeared no larger than ants. At first, he thought perhaps they were having some kind of festival, but as he zoomed in, he immediately realized this was not the case. Mounted knights scoured the village, chasing down the fleeing villagers, cutting down any that they managed to catch. Looking closer, the knights were too well-armed and too organized to be bandits.
As he watched a particularly gruesome kill, he realized something was strange. Despite watching these presumably innocent villagers die, he did not feel…anything. If he had seen this prior to coming to this new world, he would have felt faint. Sick to his stomach. Yet now he watched on calmly. He was shaken from his thoughts as the screen focused on the dying man. In his final moments, it felt as though this man made eye contact with him.
"What shall we do?" Sebas inquired.
He pondered this question. Truly, there was no reason or benefit to get involved. Wrapped up as they were in this unknown situation, revealing himself for such a paltry reason would surely bring more trouble than good. Part of him wanted to save them. What was left of his humanity urged him to go to their aid immediately. As he battled with these two conflicting notions, he noticed that Sebas was watching him intently, awaiting his decision. Sebas's profile suddenly reminded him of the butler's creator: Touch Me-san.
He remembered the first time that he had met Touch-san; it was back when he was a newer player and had been struck down by a group of PKers. The group detested him and targeted him for his inhuman visage, which was a rampant problem in Yggdrasil. As they were about to strike him down, that was when Touch-san came to his aid, shining in his silver armor and with a red cape. Remembering his cheesy backdrop that said 'Justice has arrived!' as the man exclaimed, 'Saving someone who is in trouble is common sense!" made Momonga strangely nostalgic.
This flashback guided him to a decision. Even if it brought him no gain, he would eventually need to test his strength in this world. Looking back to the Mirror of Remote Viewing, he saw two girls fleeing from a group of the armored knights into a nearby forest. An ideal situation; there were only a few knights and they were now in a secluded area.
"Sebas," Momonga intoned. "I'm going to this village. Raise the security level of Nazarick to maximum and tell Albedo to join me, fully-armed. Next, prepare the reserve forces and send in a few soldiers who are skilled at stealth or have the invisibility skill."
"Understood," Sebas replied, bowing deeply.
Gesturing in front of him, he called, "Gate."
Instantly, a portal opened up before him.
Somewhere nearby Nazarick…
"Onee-chan!" the little girl cried.
Her older sister was crouched over her, attempting to shield her younger sister with her body. The knights had already cut open her back, leaving a grievous and potentially fatal wound. The knights closed in, swords raised.
"Nemu!" the older girl gasped in pain, holding her closer in an attempt to protect her from the imminent attack.
Her father had bought time for them to run, sacrificing his own life. She had wanted to at least buy enough time for Nemu to escape, but it was no use; her sister was young and much too slow. Suddenly, she heard a strange hissing noise followed by the knights behind her gasping in shock. She waited a few more painstaking seconds, but as the strike never came, she fearfully opened her eyes. The knights behind her had retreated a few steps and seemed to be looking past her.
"W-what the hell?!" one of the knights screamed.
She turned her head just in time to see an ominous, purple-red portal in front of her. She barely had time to register the portal when a massive man stepped through. Or at least, she had thought it was a man at first…but he had large black horns curling from his temple! This man was robed in black, but had pale skin and a muscular frame. His long, silvery-white hair cascaded down his shoulders, parted by the horns at his temple. She trembled slightly in fear, instinctively clutching Nemu closer. But his blood-red eyes were focused on the knights behind her.
Raising a hand, he pointed towards one of the knights. "Vermillion Nova!" he called.
Instantly, the indicated knight was swallowed by a withering torrent of flame. It surged and swirled for a few seconds before it expanded, encompassing another knight as well. Their screams wailed for but a second; the fire swirled and dissipated, and the clearing became still and silent. The older sister turned back to the horned man standing before her, looking at him with a mixture of awe, fear, and gratitude.
Momonga stepped forward. Killing the pair had elicited nothing from him. No remorse. No sympathy. Not even the slightest discomfort. It seemed that both physically and mentally, he had ceased to be a human. This thought momentarily alarmed him, but he suppressed it; while he did not naturally feel these things, he knew that he should, and thus could guide himself to the correct course of action when needed.
The final knight stepped away, dropping his weapon in shock. Momonga glared down at him. "You can chase women and children, but cower before a proper opponent? How pathetic," he taunted. "I put forth the effort of coming here; you'll assist me with the remainder of my tests."
Pointing at the last remaining opponent, he called, "Dragon Lightning!"
Lightning erratically arced from his finger to the fleeing knight, striking him down and leaving him a smoking, motionless lump on the ground.
"So weak," Momonga remarked, almost sounding disappointed. "Dying to mere 5th tier magic…"
He held out his hand. "Create Greater Item."
An elegant double-edged blade appeared in Momonga's hand. The sword was of average length and had a purple hilt, matching the accents on his robes. He did not recall such an item existing in Yggdrasil, but this was yet another minor addition to the pile of mysteries. While he was pondering these things, Albedo stepped through the gate, clad from head to toe in black armor and wielding a vicious, single-sided axe.
"The preparations took some time," she said, her voice muffled slightly by the helmet she wore. She bowed and continued, "I apologize."
"No," Momonga replied. "Your timing is perfect, Albedo."
"Thank you very much, Momonga-sama," she said, remaining bowed. "And what would you like me to do with these lower life forms?" she asked, indicating the pair of sisters trembling on the ground.
"For now, the ones wearing that armor are our enemy," Momonga said, directing her attention to the barely-recognizable lump a few feet away.
"Understood," she answered.
Turning back to the terrified duo, Momonga said, "It seems you are injured." He reached out to heal them, but stopped short when the older sister yelped, saying, "P-please! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt my sister!"
"Enri onee-chan! No!" the little girl gasped, trying and failing to push her sister away from Momonga.
Momonga was genuinely confused. He was attempting to help, but it seemed they did not trust him at all despite him just saving their lives.
"You insolent lower life forms!" Albedo screeched beside him. She hefted her axe in preparation to strike. The girls on the ground screamed and cowered before her rage.
"W-wait!" Momonga panicked. "Don't rush things! Lower your weapon!"
Albedo complied immediately, lowering her weapon. "Understood."
"Stay calm," Momonga ordered the two on the ground as he knelt beside them. "I am only going to heal you; nothing more."
The one called Enri blinked in confusion, her eyes wide as she stared into Momonga's crimson orbs. She slowly nodded, seeming to have accepted her fate. Reaching out, he touched Enri's forehead, pouring his energy into her. As the energy began to pour into her, the wound on her back slowly closed. But more notably, her eyes became heavy-lidded and her breathing came in short, panted moans. Sheer euphoria spread across her body.
As Momonga removed his finger, her body lurched forward and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. "N-no…don't…don't go…" she breathed out.
"Relax," Momonga commanded. "I shall keep you safe for now. But we must deal with the remaining knights. Before we go, however, I would like to ask you a question. Do you know what magic is?"
"Y-yes," Enri said, her mind slowly returning to her. "A pharmacist, who is a friend of mine, sometimes comes to the village and uses magic."
"I see," he responded. "Then this is easy to explain; I am a magic caster."
Holding out his hand, he began to cast a slew of defensive spells around them. [Anti-Life Cocoon], [Wall of Protection from Arrows], and several others besides.
"I cast protection magic on you; you will be safe so long as you stay there," he said. "When the magic fades, that means that I have released it and it is safe to return. Also, I will give you these items just in case." He tossed forward two small, white war horns on necklaces and a vial of healing potion that landed in the grass before Enri. "If you blow these horns, an army of goblins you can command will appear before you. The other is a healing potion in case of emergency. Use them to protect yourselves."
"U-um!" the one named Enri stuttered out, with a deep blush crossing her face. "Th-thank you very much for saving us!" As she said this, she bowed on her hands and knees, prostrating herself before Momonga.
The little one beside her that she had called Nemu also bowed after seeing her sister do so, offering her own thanks. "Thank you very much!"
Momonga turned back and simply said "Don't worry about it."
"Wh-what is your name?" Enri asked, raising her head to look at him once more as she blushed intensely.
"My name?" Momonga repeated, somewhat unsure as to whether he should give her such information.
That…That's right, he mused, recalling his prior thoughts of searching for other players. Coming to a swift decision, he turned. "You will do well to remember my name," he intoned, instilling every word with the weight of his power. "My name is Ainz Ooal Gown!"
With that he turned and walked in the direction of the village, Albedo keeping pace at his side. "Momonga-sama," she said once they were out of earshot. "I know it is not my place to question your infinite wisdom, but why did you tell her that name?"
He considered telling her for a moment, but as they were approaching the village, he merely said, "We shall discuss this another time, Albedo. For now, prepare for battle."
"At once, Momonga-sama," she responded, readying her axe.
They approached the village square, and just before entering it, he stopped momentarily. He opened his inventory and pulled out a red mask, placing it over his face. Once he had the mask securely fastened, he cast an illusion spell to hide his horns. With that done, he proceeded. At the very center of the square, a large mass of huddled bodies was crouched. Surrounding them at semi-even intervals, the knights brandished their swords, keeping them in check but not moving much past that.
Raising a hand, he pointed toward the knight closest to him. "Chain Dragon Lightning!" he called, and an arc of lightning shot from his hand toward the one closest to him, from which it jumped to all of the knights surrounding. They dropped like flies, leaving multiple sizzling, smoking heaps of flesh dotted around the villagers. He had told Albedo to prepare, but it seemed that had been wholly unnecessary.
He stepped closer to the villagers and the single remaining knight, neither of which had moved an inch or made a sound since his arrival. He held out his hands in as non-threatening a manner as he could and said, "Greetings. My name is Ainz Ooal Gown. I will have you return alive. Tell your superi- your owner of this: The next time you cause trouble in this area, I will bring death to your kingdom.
"Now go! And be sure to tell everyone my name!" Momonga ordered.
The remaining knight squealed, stepping back from him and tripping over himself. In his haste to get up, he dropped his sword, but didn't bother trying to pick it up as he ran away as fast as his meager strength could carry him. Momonga watched him go. Acting truly was such hard work.
"U-um…" an elderly man near the front of the villagers spoke up, causing Momonga to turn toward him. "Wh-who are you, sir?" he asked.
"I saw this village being attacked and came to save you," Momonga replied. "You are all safe now; please, be at ease."
As he approached them, he noted their wary expressions. It seemed they did not trust him at all. That hurt somewhat, given the effort he had put into saving them. But he supposed it was not unfounded; he was still a stranger, and a powerful one at that. Thinking that he might be able to placate them, he added, "However, it wasn't for free. I would like to be compensated for it."
Upon hearing those words, all of the villagers visibly relaxed. It seemed assuring them that he had ulterior motives assuaged their suspicions…odd, but at least it worked. The two sisters from before had been afraid of him at first for some reason as well, which was why he had taken the initiative to wear a mask and conceal his horns. But it seemed the villagers' distrust ran beyond the physical.
He realized belatedly that he would likely have to silence the sisters. Altering their memories would be the best bet. He released the magic he was holding to protect them, hoping that they would remember his instructions and enter the village.
"You are the village elder, correct?" Momonga asked, addressing the elderly man who had spoken earlier. Upon seeing his nod, Momonga continued, "Have everyone return to their homes. I must also speak with someone known as Enri. Please show me to her home."
The elder looked shocked and scared at first, but he obeyed. He took Momonga to a house near the edge of town, but when Momonga knocked, there was no answer. The village elder left, and Momonga said "Albedo. Patrol outside the town. Contact me with [message] immediately if anything happens."
"As you command," she said, bowing. But as she stood, she asked, "Please forgive my impertinence, Momonga-sama, but may I ask what you intend to do with that lower life form?"
"I simply wished to speak with her," he said vaguely. "Is there a problem?"
"Of course not, Momonga-sama," she said instantly, bowing deeply once more. "It is just that if you intend to use her body to satisfy your needs, I wanted to remind you of my gift. It should make her more entertaining for you."
Momonga avoided her gaze. "That is not what I had intended," he said evasively. "I need to modify her memories regarding my appearance."
"Momonga-sama," Albedo said, turning her head up to look at him while remaining in her bow. "As a succubus, I can sense your desire. Rest assured; I am not upset or jealous. As long as it isn't the lamprey, I have no objections to sharing you. Though, since you have already shown her your favor, I will abide it regardless of my personal feelings on the subject. I am content with the fact that you chose me first."
Momonga let out a defeated sigh. "Albedo. I am not sure what has given you that impression, but my intentions are just to speak with her."
Albedo bowed her head. "Of course, Momonga-sama," she relented. "I apologize for my impertinence; just know that I only wish to serve you and fulfill all of your desires."
With that, she left to patrol as he had ordered. Sighing once more, he knocked and entered at the approval of the home's occupant. When he entered, he almost grimaced at the sight. The building was filthy. There were two rooms; a large space that he now stood in that appeared to serve as a lounge and dining area with a kitchen tucked into a corner, and a small bedroom at the back. He could barely spot Nemu sleeping as Enri stepped into the room and closed the bedroom door behind her.
"Gown-sama," she said, her face suffused with an intense blush. "I know it isn't much compared to what you're probably used to, but welcome to my home…"
"Pay it no mind," he replied. "Also, please feel free to call me Ainz."
Enri led him further into the room and gestured for him to take a seat on a decrepit and dilapidated couch. "Please, sit. I'll make us some tea."
Momonga held up his hand. "No need. Please, sit with me."
"I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't serve my guest refreshments…" she said, looking away and blushing a little more. "Especially one as…esteemed as you."
"Worry not," he reassured her. "I can provide them. I would rather you sit with me."
Saying that, he opened his inventory and pulled out two golden cups that looked massively out of place in the hovel they resided in. He sat the cups down upon saucers on the table in front of them, and, reaching into his inventory once more, pulled out a warm, glass pitcher of tea. He poured them both a cup before replacing the pitcher into his inventory.
After he poured the tea, he briefly hesitated. Another part of why he was visiting was to test the…item, that Albedo had given him, along with some non-combat-oriented abilities to see how they interacted with the denizens of this world. He reached into his inventory once more and poured a singular drop of Albedo's gift into Enri's tea. She said a singular drop would do; he would see for himself the efficacy and effects of it. The entire time he did this, Enri watched him with wide eyes. She slowly sat down beside him and took the cup in her hands, staring at it with wonder.
"You didn't have to waste something so expensive on someone like me…" she muttered, barely above a whisper.
"This much is nothing," he said dismissively. "Please, enjoy."
He watched her closely as she took a sip. "Wow…I've never tasted anything like this before, Ainz-sama," she said, looking up from her cup.
"I am glad that you find it satisfactory," he remarked, staring straight into her eyes. "How are you feeling, by the way?"
"Huh?" she mumbled, staring back into his eyes. "I…I feel fine…?"
"Your wounds have properly healed?" he continued, slowly inching closer to her and maintaining eye contact. "No pain?"
As he got closer, she didn't move away, and she couldn't seem to take her eyes away from Momonga's. Her blush started to deepen and her breathing became a little heavy. "N-no…I feel fine, thanks to you, Ainz-sama…"
He inched even closer, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural power as he activated one of his race features, [dominion]. In Yggdrasil, this ability was more of a flavor-text ability granted to his Overlord race that 'granted control over lesser beings.' It didn't have much use in the game itself, but he was curious about its effects here. "I am glad. It would be terrible if something had happened to you."
"I-it would?" Enri asked, leaning back slightly as she and Momonga came almost nose to nose. "But we barely know each other..?" Her mouth hung open slightly, and she was almost panting.
"True," he admitted. "But anyone would be sad to see such a beautiful flower wilt or be trampled upon." He strengthened the intensity of his gaze. Just a little bit more and she would be within his grasp.
At his words, she began to tremble slightly. "Why have you been so kind to me, Ainz-sama?" she asked. "That's not to say that I'm not grateful that you saved me! On the contrary – I am very, very grateful!"
Momonga reached out and gently ran his fingers up her neck, tilting her face up towards his once he reached her chin. As he got closer, his eyes began to visibly glow. "Because you are mine. You belong to me. I own you."
Despite the boldness of this claim, confusion was but a fleeting expression that passed her face, quickly replaced by lust as she moaned slightly. "Y-yes…you're right. You did save me, after all…my life basically belongs to you, Ainz-sama…"
"That's right; good girl," he praised, continuing to channel his power. "And I'm sure you'd like to be useful to me, right?"
Her eyes suddenly had an almost manic energy in them. "Yes!" she gasped. "More than anything. Being useful to you will give me purpose!"
"That's good to hear," he answered. "Would you like me to help you be as useful as you can be?"
Enri surged forward, pressing herself against him. "Yes, please! Tell me how I can be useful to you!"
Momonga reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder and slowly pushed her down to her knees in front of him. "Are you at all familiar with the ways to please a man?"
Not resisting even in the slightest, she obediently got onto her knees before him. With a slight shake of her head, she said, "I'm sorry, Ainz-sama…but I've never been with a boy before. If you'll give me the opportunity to learn, I will do my best!"
"Very well," he replied. "Provided you obey my instructions to the letter, I will teach you. First, you will need to get my cock out."
She nodded nervously, "Y-yes, Ainz-sama…" and began to fumble with his robe, slowly pushing it up over his waist. Next, she pulled down his briefs, revealing his rock-hard erection, and she gasped at the sight. "It's…so big…" she breathed.
"I am glad you approve," he said. "Take it gently in your hand and rub it up and down. From the tip to the base."
Nodding once more, she gingerly grasped his cock and started to stroke it. Her hand was warm, but also slightly calloused from her work around the village. It was very different from the smooth, silken hands of Albedo or Shalltear, but not unpleasant. She dutifully ran her hand up and down his length, looking at him with uncertainty as she did so.
"Like this?" she asked, hesitance plain in her voice.
"You're doing wonderfully," he breathed, relaxing as much as he could on the deteriorated couch. "Now, lean down and lick it gently. All around the tip, but focus on the underside."
"Y-yes, Ainz-sama…" she panted, clearly starting to get aroused from this.
She leaned down, and, without ceasing her stroking of his erection, tentatively licked the tip of his hardness, moaning a little as she did so. After a few more exploratory licks, she took the tip into her mouth, firmly wrapping her lips just beneath the head, and swirled her tongue around it. Her technique was basically nonexistent, and thus the rotations inconsistent, but it afforded Momonga with a unique and thrilling pleasure. Every so often, she would glance up at him to gauge his expression.
Whenever she saw a pleased expression or heard a moan, she tried to take note of the action that elicited the response, and within a few minutes, she had a fairly firm handle on his sensitive points, targeting them with fervent and diligent licks of her tongue.
Momonga then placed a hand on the back of her head and rested it there for a moment, saying, "I am going to push you downward. Struggle as little as possible and try to relax. Tap my leg twice if you need me to stop."
At her nod, Momonga immediately started pushing her down, but did so gently and slowly. The warmth spreading down his cock as her mouth slowly enveloped him felt incredible. Surprisingly, she did not resist at all and was able to take him all the way to the base with little struggle. As he held her down with his erection fully-sheathed in her mouth, she looked up at him with her eyes such a sensual mixture of lust and innocence that it threatened to send him over the edge prematurely. While he resisted, he knew that in her state, she would scarcely complain.
As he allowed her to slowly withdraw, he said, "push down that far every time, and withdraw to about here," stopping her lips just beneath his head, before continuing. "Keep your lips wrapped tightly around me, and make sure to use your tongue when you can."
She nodded once more, and without his urging began to glide her lips back and forth, from the head to the base repeatedly, her eyes closed and a deep blush on her face. As she moved up and down, her tongue wriggled gently beneath the dick stuffing her throat. While this may have been her first time, she was showing immeasurable talent, and her effort would soon be rewarded by Momonga's rapidly approaching orgasm.
"Enri," he breathed out. "I'm going to cum soon. That is, a warm liquid is about to come out of my cock."
She gradually slowed to a stop, kissing the tip as she slid it out of her mouth and started to stroke it again slowly. "Okay. Do you want me to keep going, or..?"
"Hmm…" Momonga pondered for a moment. "In a bit. I want to cum on your face."
"On my face..?" she mumbled, still gently kissing the tip of his rod as she continued to stroke it at a leisurely pace to maintain his arousal. "Okay. If that will make you happy, you can c-cum on my face…What do I need to do?"
"Position yourself like so," Momonga said, pulling her face up before his erection, which she still continued to stroke. "Stay in this position. Do not back away, or look away. You'll definitely want to close your eyes. You'll need to rub it much faster than that, and you are not to stop until I give you permission; is that understood?"
"Yes, Ainz-sama," she said, immediately starting to quicken the pace at which she pumped his dick. "Is this all you want me to do?"
"Mm," Momonga moaned, the heightened pace starting to get to him. "Beg for it. Beg me to cum on your face. Let me know exactly how badly you want to serve me. And once I do so, make sure you remember to thank me."
"Of course, Ainz-sama," she responded, closing her eyes as she continued pumping him vigorously. "Please, Ainz-sama, cum on my face! Show me how good I make you feel, and shoot it out all over me!"
Momonga groaned as he heard these words, his orgasm imminent. "More! Keep talking!"
"Ainz-sama, please, cum all over my face! Please, give me all of your cum!" Enri moaned. "Be the first man to mark me with his seed and claim me for yourself! Please, please, cum on my face!"
Momonga gasped and moaned louder as he started to cum. His cock spasmed under her firm, rapid strokes and his seed splurged out all over her face. True to her word, she did not recoil or stop, and instead continued pleading with him. "Oh, Ainz-sama!" she moaned. "It's so warm…you're covering me with it! Thank you! Please, cum more for me! Let me make you feel even better!"
Her face was ruined. Nearly every inch of it was covered in cum, yet even so, she continued desperately pumping his dick as if she didn't have enough. With every motion of her hand, a little more of Momonga's seed was wrung from him and splattered her face. After a full minute of her furiously rubbing him, Momonga gently placed a hand on the back of her head, pushing the tip up against her lips. "Suck," he commanded.
Without any kind of hesitation, her lips parted around him and she quickly took him to the hilt. She lingered there for a brief second as her tongue wriggled against his erection, and she moaned lightly as she got her first taste of his cum. She drew back once more and began sliding her lips up and down his still-pulsating rod at a languorous pace.
Momonga moaned lightly as she dutifully continued sucking him off, and the last vestiges of his load were drained by her tender ministrations. "Good girl…" he breathed. "You may stop."
"Mmh," Enri moaned, wrapping her arms around his legs as he tried to retreat and continued forcing his dick down her throat even faster.
He couldn't restrain himself; he moaned a little louder as Enri upped the pace, but he didn't move away or stop her. "You want more of my cum?" he teased.
"Mhm," she moaned around his cock, nodding slightly. With no further prompting, she started going even faster than before, ramming his rod down her throat, more or less face-fucking herself. Her hands frantically roamed over his body, desperately feeling the muscles of his stomach and thighs. The result of his first orgasm still covered her face, but that didn't deter her in the slightest. Despite her eyes being covered in it and thus unable to see, she maintained the reckless pace at which she sucked him off, sending droplets of his discharge sporadically scattering onto the ground around her.
Even though he had just climaxed a few short minutes ago, he was already feeling the next approaching due to her vigorous, sloppy mouth-work. "Enri…I'm going to cum again!"
Hearing this, she briefly popped his cock free of her mouth and began forcefully stroking it as she moaned, "Please, Ainz-sama, fill my mouth with your cum! Let me taste more of it!"
Not wasting another second, she quickly took him back into her mouth, swiftly moving all the way up and down his dick, moaning and humming around it. She didn't have long to wait; he immediately exploded in her mouth, moaning and gasping as she continued undeterred, determined to draw out every last drop she could. For over a minute she continued sucking, dutifully dragging her lips along his length as his seed pooled in her mouth.
Eventually she pulled herself off of his rod, starting to stroke him as he left her mouth. She opened her mouth, showing Momonga the mess he had made of her.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
Shivering, she complied. She licked her lips and opened her mouth once more, showing him that she had obeyed.
"Good girl," he praised. "Get yourself cleaned up and we will talk a little more before I must leave to attend to other things."
"Yes, Ainz-sama," she said, before getting up and leaving him.
A mere minute later, she returned, hesitating slightly as she approached him. "Ainz-sama…May I…sit on your lap? Please?" she asked.
"Hmm," he pretended to consider it for a moment. Of course he would say yes, but better to make a show of it. "Since you were such a good girl earlier, you may."
With a cute smile, she skipped over and sat on his lap, nuzzling into him and draping her arms around his shoulders. "So…Ainz-sama, what does this mean?"
Tilting his head to the side, he asked, "What does what mean?"
"What am I to you, Ainz-sama?" she asked, looking at him innocently.
An interesting question. What exactly was she to him? At first he had come to test out a few things – the new item that Albedo had given him and some of the lower tier, 'flavor text' abilities that he had. They had worked better than he could have possibly imagined; Enri seemed enraptured by his very presence. Her oral skill, her submissiveness, and her obedience were certainly appealing to him – enough so that he was actively contemplating keeping her around. Though in what role, he couldn't say.
"What would you like to be?" he asked out of curiosity.
She looked down, still nuzzling him slightly as she pondered this momentarily. "Anything you need me to be, Ainz-sama. My life is yours, to do with as you please. If you just want me as a concubine, a servant, or even a w-wife…I will be anything you need," she said, her voice starting to go quiet toward the end as a deep blush colored her cheeks.
"Oh?" Momonga said, smirking slightly. "So dutiful." He patted her head gently. "While I am not against such a thing, it would be difficult to arrange with the current state of things. I shall give the matter some thought and will decide what the best fit is then."
Enri bowed her head slightly. "Of course, Ainz-sama."
Giving her head one last pat, he stood, setting her down gently. "I have business to attend to elsewhere. We can discuss this at length once I've given it some thought," he said. "Also, it is imperative that you speak to no one of what happened here, or what you saw when we first met. I could alter your memories if I so wished, but I would rather not."
She bowed deeply. "As you command, Ainz-sama. I look forward to being able to serve you again."
After a few more parting pleasantries, he exited her home. Once outside, he heaved a heavy sigh. The guilt was already starting to encroach upon him. Was this what his "experiments" amounted to? Having his way with the various women of this world? His lack of control had led him to besmirch two of his precious comrade's children, and now even this simple village girl had fallen prey to him.
Just as he was thinking this, Albedo approached him. "Is everything taken care of, Momonga-sama?" she asked, with a knowing smirk on her face.
Deciding to tuck these doubts away for another time, he nodded. "Yes. For now," he deflected. "We have some business with the village elder to take care of before we leave."
"Very well, Momonga-sama," she replied, bowing her head slightly. "Let us take care of this matter quickly so that I may attend to you once we return home."
Shaking his head at her brazen statement, Momonga decided to simply move on. While ensuring Enri's silence had been important, acquiring information from the village elder was also of paramount importance. They quickly made their way back to the village square and from there, to the home that the elder had indicated to them before he led them to Enri's home. Upon entering, Momonga noted that it was only slightly less ramshackle than Enri's; the building was still in a slight state of disrepair and definitely not a place he would enjoy staying.
He vaguely heard Albedo clicking her tongue disapprovingly as she took in the sight and heard her mutter something along the lines of "This filth is beneath my Master…"
Ignoring that, he greeted the village elder, who promptly handed him a tiny sack of gold as compensation for rescuing them. Momonga didn't really need this money, but it seemed to set them at ease. The true value came from the knowledge he could glean from the man. If he were ignorant about the world, it would become a huge weakness should he meet a political leader or someone more powerful than himself. Luckily, the elder and his wife seemed to believe his story of being a magic caster that had secluded himself in research and knew nothing of the world.
Still, it seemed odd to him that simply asking for money set them at ease. He was an unknown factor and hadn't revealed his face to any of the villagers except for Enri and her sister, Nemu (not that they were aware of this, though), and wore his mask at all times, yet that didn't arouse any suspicion? Just that he had sought to save them with potential ulterior motives? Just what kind of people are magic casters in this world?
First among the things he learned was that his money from Yggdrasil was not the same currency used in this world. A definite blow, but the elder informed him that the gold itself still held value, so it at least wasn't entirely useless. That said, it may be dangerous to use going forward, as it could alert unfriendly forces to the presence of an Yggdrasil player.
The next order of business was learning about the kingdom around Nazarick. This village, named Carne Village, and Nazarick were part of the Re-Estize Kingdom, and adjacent to the great mountain range that runs north and south is the Baharuth Empire. The countries were on bad terms with each other and often battle on the plains that border the two countries near the capital city of E-Rantel. There's one other – the Slane Theocracy, which lies to the south of both countries.
Based on the crests of their shields, the village chief assumed the Baharuth Empire attacked the village. But perhaps this was staged by the Slane Theocracy to exacerbate the enmity between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire? What a blunder… He should have captured one of the knights and extracted some information from them.
"Is there anything else you can tell me?" Momonga asked.
"Y-yes," the elder meekly replied. "The closest city near this village is E-Rantel. Goblins, orcs, and ogres appear around this area, but adventurers hunt them pretty thoroughly, so you should be safe as long as you follow along the roads."
"Adventurers?" Momonga mused aloud.
"They are people who defeat monsters in exchange for a reward," he explained. "There is a guild in E-Rantel where you can request their services."
"An adventurer's guild, hm?" Momonga said. "What is the population of E-Rantel?"
"I'm sorry; I don't know the exact number," the elder said.
It seemed this was the limit of what someone living in the countryside could provide. He would need to go to a bigger city and live there to find out more. The prospect of the adventurer's guild piqued his interest; it seemed a fitting way to justify his presence while also establishing himself and finding more information.
Shortly after he excused himself from the elder's home, the villagers all gathered to bury and mourn the dead. It was a pretty significant toll on their numbers. They all gathered before the crowd of gravestones and bowed their heads in respect and prayer. Looking at Enri and her sister kneeling before a gravestone, he briefly considered reviving the dead villagers with his Wand of Resurrection. However, he quickly discarded this thought; it wasn't hard to tell that the ability to raise the dead would surely bring him more trouble than his ability to bring death. Unless that were to change somehow, they would have to be satisfied with the fact that their village was saved.
Overall, Momonga was satisfied with how things turned out; with his accomplishments and display of strength, the story of Ainz Ooal Gown saving the village should spread. If there are other players from Yggdrasil here in this world, Momonga would like to help them. For the purpose of not antagonizing them and maintaining the possibility of diplomatic and friendly relations, he shouldn't kill more than he needs to. Some kind of cause for his actions was necessary. Acquiring support from one of the countries would also be beneficial…
He and Albedo walked through the village, observing the reconstruction efforts. As one passed by with a pleasant greeting, Momonga found himself suddenly curious. "Albedo, do you hate humans?" he asked.
"Weak creatures. Lower life forms," she stated. "Their lives are meaningless and insignificant. On par with insects."
"Albedo…" Momonga said, conflicted. On one hand, he was tempted to agree; but he also remembered his former humanity as well as their goals moving forward. "That may be so, but calmly treat them with kindness when necessary. Acting is also important."
She said nothing, but reverently bowed her head. He felt somewhat hypocritical maintaining this stance since he felt nothing when he watched humans be killed, nor when he killed them himself. But it was necessary. He was shaken from his thoughts as they reached the village square and he saw a small crowd of anxious-looking villagers surrounding the village elder. He heard a few worried whispers as he approached. Yet another problem for him to solve, it seemed.
"What seems to be the issue?" Momonga said as he took the last few remaining steps between them.
"Ah, Lord Ainz," the elder said, sounding equally as hesitant and worried as his villagers. "It seems some knight-like people are heading toward the village…"
"I see," he stated. "Please have the surviving villagers gather around your house. The village elder will come with us to the square."
After many a murmured gratitude, the villagers filtered out and Momonga, Albedo, and the elder made their way to the square to await the arrival of the mysterious knights. It wasn't long before the rumbling of hooves and kicked up dust announced the presence of the potential invaders. From the distance, Momonga could see that they all wore uniform armor with the exception of a broad, muscular man at the front, wearing silver and red armor with no helmet. He also noted that their armor was different from the thugs attacking earlier.
The man in the silver and red armor slowed to a stop as he saw the three of them. His fierce, serious expression trailed over them before settling on Momonga. "I am the chief royal warrior of the Re-Estize Kingdom, Gazef Stronoff," he announced. "I have received orders from the king to hunt down the knights of the empire that have been wreaking havoc in this area by visiting all the villages."
"The royal head warrior?" the elder said with wonder. It seemed he recognized the title, at least – if not the man himself.
"You must be the chief of this village," Gazef said, his gaze shifting over to the man in question. "Who is the one standing beside you?"
Cutting off the elder's attempted introduction, Momonga stepped forward. "Greetings, royal head warrior. My name is Ainz Ooal Gown. I am a magic caster that came to help this town while it was being attacked."
Hearing this, the warrior's eyes widened and he immediately dismounted, approaching Momonga. With an extreme sincerity in his voice, he exclaimed, "Thank you for protecting this village. Mere words cannot fully express my gratitude."
Interrupting them, one of his soldiers stepped up behind him. "Head warrior," he called. "Unknown figures have been spotted around the village. It seems they've surrounded us and are approaching as we speak!"
And there you have it. Chapter three. Here we explored a few more canonical changes.
To start with, the aphrodisiac, and the [dominion] ability. For those curious, I would like to explain the workings of these things as they pertain to what you've read. As you may have perceived near the beginning of the chapter, Enri already had a slight attraction to Momonga. The aphrodisiac simply amplified this; it did not create feelings where none existed. As for his [dominion] ability, I am going to try to tread lightly with it. In the work, I stated that it 'grants control over lesser beings.' This is true, but it has caveats. The closer in power/intelligence they are to Momonga, the more aware of its influence they will be, and the more they will be able to fight against it. He also cannot use it to change their personality or who they are. In this chapter, his ability simply caused Enri to believe that the best way to pay her life debt (for lack of a better/as concise term) is to serve him. If you have any further questions about either, please feel free to ask and I will do my best to answer where I am able.
To answer some of the questions in the reviews:
Q: Not sure what to call this but if you could tell us if Eclair is a female penguin now or he is still a he that would be very cool
A: I had not considered Eclair. If there is interest in anthropomorphizing him and giving him a scene with Momonga, I can certainly give it some thought. If I were to do so, it would not be in half-measure; he would be almost completely human-presenting. I am not at all interested in beastiality/whatever term applies. I would contrive a humanoid appearance for him and that would be how he is included. Gender-swapped, obviously.
Q: If you age up Aura and Mare, please try to keep their cute factor.
A: This wasn't necessarily a question, but I'd like to address these characters. As of this particular moment, I do not think I will include them in Momonga's harem. I cannot see a way to do so that wouldn't inherently ruin their inclusion for those that want it (some item/magic/ritual to age them up). I had initially planned to do so, hence gender-swapping Mare, but for now it is not something I am considering. If you do wish to see them and have a suggestion, I am happy to hear it.
As noted by the reader that wanted to know about Eclair, I'm sure there are more characters that I may not have considered, so if you have any requests for characters to be gender-swapped, feel free to comment them. However, it would first benefit you to check the character tags over on Ao3; if I have a character tagged, I plan to include them, and I have concrete ideas for how I intend to do so. If you do not see them there, suggest away.
One last thing: If you are interested in potentially being a beta reader for chapter four, please message me. Part of what took me so long to update was that I wanted chapter four to be complete before I posted chapter three, and I've admittedly been having a bit of a tough time with it. It feels like it's not up to my usual standard for quality, but I haven't been able to pinpoint quite why. This would not be a permanent or ongoing thing; I only intend to seek help for this one chapter. Though if I do end up feeling as though I need help again in the future, I may reach out again if I find your feedback insightful.
That's all for now. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to help support my work, I have a tip jar linked on my Ao3 page.
Until next time.
