In the recent past…
"Captain of one of the six scriptures that serves the Six Great Gods – Nigun Grid Lewin of the Sunlit Scripture," a man in priestly garb intoned. He stood before an altar with a backdrop of green and blue stained glass. Before him knelt the man he addressed.
"Yes," Nigun replied.
"Eliminate the strongest warrior of the Re-Estize Kingdom, Gazef Stronoff," the wrinkled man ordered.
This seemed to catch Nigun off guard. He looked up slightly from his kneeling position, but the look of shock quickly faded back under an expressionless mask. He held his tongue as the priest continued to speak.
"This is a treasured item that contains a miracle of the gods," he continued, proffering a large crystal. "Use it if you must."
Back to the present, in the fields around Carne Village…
"Attention all units," Nigun called, addressing the company before him. "Our prey has entered the cage. Devote your faith to God, and he shall grant us victory."
Within Carne Village…
The warrior in question, Gazef Stronoff, peeked out from within a building on the outskirts, eyeing the soldiers placed at even intervals gating the village and trapping its occupants. "He did well to warn me, though this is still a grave situation," he commented.
"Who exactly are these people?" Momonga asked from nearby, Albedo standing dutifully at his side.
"Only the Slane Theocracy could mobilize this many magic casters," Gazef answered. "And it seems they're part of the special ops unit directly under the head priest. It must be one of the six scriptures."
"Then, the ones who attacked the village earlier," Momonga prompted, hoping Gazef would confirm his prior line of reasoning.
"They were dressed as soldiers from the empire, but it looks as though they were actually from the Slane Theocracy," he confirmed, oblivious to Momonga's internal deliberations.
"Does this village hold that much value?" Momonga prompted again. Gazef seemed to be a pretty straightforward fellow, and Momonga respected that.
"Sir Gown, if you have no idea why they are attacking, then there is only one reason they are attacking this place," he said.
"It seems you are quite despised, head warrior," Momonga replied.
"This is quite a problem," he agreed with an expression somewhere between a grimace and a smile. "To think that even the Slane Theocracy is after me…"
Gazef gazed back out at the soldiers encircling the village and Momonga followed it with his own. Beside each of the warriors floated a winged creature that he recognized as an Archangel Flame, a monster from Yggdrasil. Momonga mused as to what the implications of this were; whether their stats and parameters were the same as from the game and what new possibilities there might be.
Interrupting his thoughts, Gazef spoke. "Sir Gown," he said, still eying the silent sentinels outside. "I'd like to hire you, if possible. I will be sure to reward you as you wish."
The head warrior seemed a respectable sort, and so Momonga was inclined to accept. However…there was too much about this situation that remained unknown. Archangel Flames were fairly weak monsters in Yggdrasil, but what if they had other monsters at their disposal? What if some unforeseen problem arose? They could have new abilities that he knew nothing about, or they might not even be Archangel Flames; they might be an entirely different creature with different abilities and strengths that just happen to resemble the monster. He couldn't risk himself or Nazarick with so little information.
"I decline," Momonga stated.
"I see," Gazef responded. "Then, please take care, Sir Gown. Thank you again for saving this village." He reached out and shook Momonga's hand, and, placing his other hand on top of their joined hands once Momonga accepted the hand shake, he continued, "I am really, truly grateful. I know this is a selfish request, but please protect them once more. I have nothing to give you at this moment, but I beg of you. I beg," he started to kneel before Momonga, but the robed sorcerer stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"There is no need for you to go that far," Momonga intoned. His respect for this man only continued to grow. "I understand. You may rest assured; the villagers will be safe. I will put my name, Ainz Ooal Gown, on the line."
Looking visibly relieved, Gazef stood once more. "Then I will have nothing to worry about. I shall simply focus on the enemy before me!"
"Please, take this," Momonga said, proffering a small wooden idol.
"A gift from one such as you?" the man said, inspecting the item in Momonga's hand. "I will accept it gratefully." He took it and placed it in a pack at his hip. "I hope to see you again some time. Goodbye."
"I wish you luck in battle," Momonga said.
Momonga watched as Gazef mounted his horse and led his cavalry out of the village, Albedo standing silently at his side. Sighing, he said, "The humans here seem pitifully weak. Though some of them are…useful."
"It is to be expected of inferior life forms, Momonga-sama," she replied. "Though I am unsure of what 'usefulness' he may have to warrant promising him something with your great name."
Before he could respond, the village elder approached. "Lord Ainz, why is the head warrior leaving?"
"Their aim is the head warrior," Momonga responded. "He is going to break their formation and give us a means of escape."
Out on the plains…
Gazef led his cavalry in an arrowhead formation toward one of the sentinels in the ring surrounding the village. "Break through the soldiers and lead the enemy away from the village!" he shouted over the thundering hooves of the horses they rode. "After that, continue to retreat! Don't miss the timing!"
As they approached the perimeter held by the enemy, the head warrior drew the bow he had slung over his shoulder and loosed an arrow, but it was easily blocked by a protective magic field. Clicking his tongue, he discarded both the bow and the quiver of arrows, instead drawing his sword. As he did this, however, the enemy cast some kind of spell in his direction, causing his horse to rear back and buck him off.
He managed to land on his feet, but the strange monsters the enemy controlled quickly moved in to take advantage of his vulnerability. Gripping his sword firmly, he twirled and swung with all his might. Despite making uncontested contact, his blade only pierced halfway into the creature's narrow waist. Before it could get much further, it rapidly started to heal and expel his blade. Marshalling as much leverage as he could, he slammed the creature into the ground, sending it skidding through the dirt several yards away.
Completely unfazed, the creature instantly rose up once more; it summoned a sword of light and prepared to attack the head warrior. Seeing no other choice, he came to a swift decision. "Martial Art:" he called. "Focus Battle Aura!"
His blade glowed red as he swung toward the encroaching monster and deftly cut it in half, causing it to dissipate into a shower of light particles. He didn't have even a second to celebrate, however, as behind him, the circle of magic casters began summoning even more of the foul creatures. It seemed that with magic, anything was possible… However, as he saw his men safely retreating in the distance, he allowed himself a small smile. Everything was going according to plan. Hopefully Sir Gown would keep his promise to protect the villagers.
He hunkered down and readied himself to strike once more, but as he did so, he heard the rallying cries of his men returning to him. He had told them to retreat to break the enemy formation… Those damned idiots. He was proud of every single one of them. Several of the magic casters turned and directed their minions after his approaching soldiers and two of them were cut down in a mere instant. What had initially been a headstrong charge quickly devolved into a messy skirmish between his soldiers and the summoned creatures, and they were quickly losing ground.
In order to turn the tides, Gazef needed to target the commander. And with that thought, he charged. As he drew near, six of the monsters attempted to swarm him. "Martial art:" he intoned. "Six-Fold Slash of Light!" His slashes easily cut through them, but four more flew forward to take their place. Surging forth with two more martial arts, he cut them down, too. His men saw his valorous charge and took heart, but he was starting to wear thin.
It was then that the commander approached him. "Impressive," he called. "To have mastered that many attack skills…but it's not enough. Summon the next set of angels! Focus your magical attacks on Stronoff."
Heeding his commands, an entire horde of angels now floated before him. And if that weren't enough, the casters that had summoned them were now aiming their spells at him. The combined assault was too great; where he deflected the blade of an angel, another struck his back. Where he dodged a strike, a spell struck him. And when he cut down an angel, two more took its place. Wound after wound was inflicted upon him.
"I am the kingdom's head warrior!" Gazef bellowed, standing firm. "I am one who loves and protects this country! There is no way I'd lose to bastards who want to dirty this kingdom!"
Their commander seemed to find this amusing. "You will die here precisely because you spout such nonsense. Gazef Stronoff, what could you possibly hope to achieve in that state? Once we kill you, we will massacre the villagers. Cease this futile resistance and fall quietly; as an act of mercy, I will make sure your death is painless."
Gazef managed a laugh at that, which seemed to infuriate the man before him. "What about this situation do you find amusing?"
"Even if I fall, that village is protected," Gazef said. "There is someone far stronger than I there."
"Pathetic. Bluffing to the end," he taunted. "Angels. Kill Stronoff."
Gazef grimaced as he prepared to meet his end; his men had all fallen, and he stood before a veritable army of angels. He mustered his resolve to face death with dignity. He closed his eyes momentarily to steady himself, but when he opened them, he was…in a building? He looked around, utterly baffled, still in a daze from his wounds and the sudden change in location. Through his confusion, he saw the villagers, and to his relief, his soldiers as well.
Enri stepped forward, and Nemu with her; her sister had been clinging to her since they were instructed to hide here. "Ainz-sama set a magic barrier around this building," she explained. "We should be safe here."
"And where is Sir Gown?" Gazef asked.
"Well," she said, "he suddenly disappeared and you appeared in his place."
Putting two and two together, Gazef reached into the pack at his hip and searched for the item that Sir Gown had given him. Not finding it, he realized what must have happened. And with that, the tension and adrenaline keeping him on his feet vanished. He collapsed onto his back with a smile on his face. The villagers were safe.
Back out on the plains…
Momonga observed the plight that the head warrior had been in; it seemed unthinkable that a human could have prevailed in such a situation. While he didn't regret using the man as a pawn to covertly acquire information, he realized that this was likely due to his new form. He supposed he would simply have to assuage his guilt with the fact that his plan was always to step in unless it seemed an unwinnable situation, however implausible that may have been.
Momonga was roused from his musings as the man before him spoke up. "Who are you?"
Well, then. It was time to put on a bit of a show.
"Greetings, people of the Slane Theocracy," he intoned. "My name is Ainz Ooal Gown; feel free to call me Ainz. I have a bit of a relationship with the village you are attacking."
"Have you come to beg for the lives of the villagers?" the man Momonga presumed to be the commander asked mockingly.
"Perish the thought," Momonga said in a good-natured affectation. "What brings me here is that I happened to have overheard your conversation with the head warrior. You really have a lot of balls," he continued, growing more serious with each passing word. "You announced that you intend to massacre the villagers that I bothered to save. I cannot imagine anything more offensive."
"Offensive?" Nigun repeated derisively. "Big words, magic caster. So, what will you do about it?"
"Offer your life to me without resistance," Momonga said. "If you do so, there will be no pain. However, if you refuse…you will die painfully and in despair, lamenting your foolishness."
"Have the angels attack!" Nigun called.
Two of the angels surged forward and attempted to skewer Momonga with their swords, and at first it seemed like it worked. Nigun confidently taunted, "How pathetic. This is what happens when you make stupid bluffs."
But as he looked closer, he noted that the angels seemed to be struggling. Momonga had gripped both of their heads, and held them in place despite their wriggling. The swords that they had attempted to pierce him with had instantly dissipated on contact with his body.
"Didn't I tell you?" Momonga asked, his voice suffused with power. "'Offer your life to me without resistance.' Don't you know that it's important to listen to the warnings of others?" The magic casters surrounding them balked, and their fearful mutterings could be heard even from the distance between them. "High-Tiered Physical Nullification," Momonga stated. "It's a passive skill that completely nullifies the physical attacks of low-leveled weapons and monsters."
And with that, Momonga slammed the pitiful creatures into the ground, crushing them instantly. Their essence scattered into light particles, confirming Momonga's suspicion that they were indeed Archangel Flames from Yggdrasil. "I want to know why you can use the same magic and summons from Yggdrasil, but I'll set aside my curiosities for now. Prepare yourselves; this will be a massacre.
"Albedo, stand back," Momonga ordered. As she hurried to comply with his orders, Nigun and his men directed all of their Archangel Flames to attack him. As they converged upon on him, Momonga used the spell [Negative Burst], surrounding himself with a dark sphere that rapidly expanded and obliterated all of his attackers in one fell swoop.
If the company before him had shown fear previously, it was nothing compared to their current reaction. Several scrambled backwards in an attempt to save themselves, others tripped over themselves trying to get away. As Nigun saw the destruction before him, the head warrior's words echoed in his mind. There is someone far stronger than I in that village. All sense of order in their ranks devolved into discord as each caster seemed to simultaneously decide that they could best the monster before them with numbers.
The air was filled with their shouting as Momonga was fruitlessly bombarded with weak spell after weak spell. From the names he was able to pick out of their cacophonic cries, he realized they were indeed using spells from Yggdrasil. Where did they learn such magic? As he was pondering this, Albedo surged in front of him and slew one of the casters as he attempted to use a slingshot to throw a rock at Momonga.
"Albedo, you should know that such meager aerial weapons would do me no harm," he admonished her. "There was no need to waste your strength."
"Please wait, Ainz-sama," she pleaded. "There is a bare minimum that must be met to fight with you, Supreme One. To even consider throwing such a small and insignificant pebble at you, to think that it had any chance of success…I could not allow such an insult."
"If you say something like that, then these insects themselves fail to pass," Momonga commented with a slight chuckle, looking towards the once-confident commander. "Right?"
This seemed to trigger even more fear from Nigun. "Principality of Observation! Attack!"
A lone, massive angel floating near Nigun wielding a shield and mace glowed in response to the command. It slowly floated towards Momonga, reared back, and struck with its shining mace. However, it was all for naught. Momonga stopped the strike with his bare hand, and with no discernible effort; the monster was quite weak, after all. Hefting the sword he had summoned previously, he decided it was time to test its capabilities.
He swung the sword, easily slicing the creature in twain, leaving a lurid purple streak in its wake. As the creature shuddered and started to fall, it gradually dissipated into nothingness.
"O-one hit?.." Nigun breathed out. "That's impossible! There's no way a high-level angel could be destroyed so easily!"
Their panic had been evident before, but the soldiers were positively beside themselves now. All sense of formation and composure were gone. Some desperately called to Nigun for help or for orders. Seeing their panic emboldened his own, and he decided it was time to use his trump card. "We will summon the highest level angel!" he declared.
From within his robes, he pulled out a large, light-blue crystal with a glowing core. As Momonga observed it, he realized that it was a sealing crystal meant for magic other than top tier spells. It seemed they even possessed items from Yggdrasil. "Albedo, stay behind me," Momonga ordered. She immediately retreated behind him despite protesting that she should be in front to die as his shield if necessary.
"Dominion Authority!" Nigun called, hefting the crystal high above his head.
The glow from the crystal's core shined momentarily to a level that was blinding. When the light cleared, another, even larger angel floated in the air before them. This one was easily double the size of the one Momonga had just cut down, and it had eight wings. In its hands, it held a large staff capped with metallic protrusions designed both for stabbing and bludgeoning.
"This…this, is your trump card?" Momonga asked, incredulous.
"That's right!" Nigun roared, regaining some of his former confidence. "I have deemed you worthy of using this item! Finally regretting your defiance?"
Momonga sighed and held his face in his palm. This was ridiculous. He was vaguely aware of Nigun blathering on, but said to no one in particular, "I was on guard against such child's play?"
"Ch-child's play? What are you saying?" Nigun muttered. "I-It can't be…No, it's impossible! Before an existence which mankind cannot defeat, you're bluffing! Or perhaps it's driven you to insanity! Use [Holy Smite]! This is seventh tier magic that no man can go against. Taste the power that annihilates demons: the judgment of God!"
The Dominion Authority raised one hand in Momonga's direction. Its hand glowed, and after a few seconds of charging its skill, a radiant white light rained down upon him from the heavens. As it cascaded over him, he couldn't help but laugh; the sensation was so minimal. It stung a little, but it barely affected him. "So this is damage?" he laughed. "This is pain?"
"You…You lower life-forms! You insects!" Albedo screamed, her hands writhing in anger as she swung her axe sporadically in her fit of rage. "To Ainz-sama, the one I l-love so deeply! To cause him pain! Know your place, you piece of trash!"
"Albedo, calm yourself," Momonga ordered, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's fine. Aside from the surprising weakness of the angels, everything is going as planned. Now it's my turn; know despair," he said coldly. Pointing the sword at the angel floating in front of him, he called, "Black Hole!"
A small black orb appeared in front of the angel. With a violent hissing sound, it started to draw in all surrounding matter, including the angel. Its body warped and contorted as it was quickly drawn into the orb and crushed into nothingness. As it disappeared, the plain was silent for a brief span of seconds. Some of the casters simply collapsed.
Nigun whimpered. "A power that surpasses demons…who in the world are you?"
"My name is Ainz Ooal Gown," Momonga stated. "In the past, there was no one who did not know this name."
As he said this, there was a sound of something shattering. "Wh-what was that?!" Nigun cried, his panic starting to overwhelm him.
"It seems someone was watching you from afar, using information magic," Momonga said. "My counter-attack defense barrier activated, so they must not have seen much. But enough playing around."
"W-w-wait!" Nigun shouted. "Sir Ainz Ooal Gown, n-no, Lord! All of us… No, I alone am enough! If you spare my life, I will give you whatever r-reward you wish!"
"You are mistaken," Albedo said in a composed and stately manner. "Lower life forms such as humans should bow their head in wait and be thankful when their lives are taken."
Nigun's expression was one of absolute fear. "Lower…life forms?.."
Momonga removed the mask and undid the spell masking his horns. His red eyes glowed with power. "If I recall correctly: 'Stop this futile resistance and fall quietly; as an act of mercy, I will make sure your death is painless.'"
On the way back…
I wonder if my actions were acceptable as the Lord of Nazarick? Momonga wondered. He had ordered their capture and retrieval by some of the forces of Nazarick for the purpose of acquiring information. Hopefully it would at least yield results.
As he was pondering the possible outcomes of his actions, he heard Albedo speak up behind him. "Whoa…You were so cool, Momonga-sama…" she giggled, an adorable smile settling on her features.
"Did you say something, Albedo?" Momonga asked, turning to look at her.
"No, nothing of importance, Momonga-sama," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But, Momonga-sama, why did you save that human? You even gave him such an important item."
It truly wasn't anything special, though he supposed since he had given the item, that automatically made her perceive it as important. It was just a useless item from the in-game gacha machine, though…
Oblivious to his thoughts, Albedo continued. "I could have easily gone in your place; there was no need to personally save a lower life form, Momonga-sama."
"I know your strength and trust you, Albedo," Momonga replied. "However, until we know more about this world, we must always move forward believing the enemy is stronger than us."
"So that's why you used that man as a pawn. I believe your use of humans is impeccable," she praised. "However, wasn't taking on the angel's blade a reckless move?"
"You think so?" Momonga asked.
"Even if I know that you'll emerge unscathed, is there any woman who can tolerate a blade harming the one they love?" she asked, looking up at him desperately.
"I-I see," Momonga said. "Regardless, I would rather avoid putting you in danger if I do not need to."
"As always, you are too good to me, Momonga-sama…" Albedo said in a breathy whisper, pressing herself up against him.
"Albedo, wh-what are you-" Momonga gasped out.
"Shhh…" she cooed, placing a finger against his lips. "A humble servant such as myself must show proper gratitude when her Master is so considerate," she teased.
Keeping herself pressed up against him, she slowly slid down to her knees, rubbing her body against him as she went. Once she was knelt before him, her hefty bosom was pressed against his cock, and any rational thoughts immediately left him. Noticing his reaction, she started gently rubbing her breasts against him through their clothes, giggling at his expression. "Does that feel good, Momonga-sama?" she asked.
Momonga could only nod his head, leaning back against the wall of a nearby house to take some of the pressure off his trembling legs.
"I knew you liked them, but not this much, Momonga-sama…" Albedo said, now cupping her breasts with both hands as she continued to rub against him through their clothes. "If it feels this good now, imagine how good it will feel once I have you trapped between them…"
Momonga groaned at the thought, his hips twitching forward involuntarily. He gradually started to reciprocate her movements, rubbing himself against her chest even as she continued pressing into him. Her boobs were simply divine. Large, larger than any he'd ever seen – yet somehow still a perfect, delicious mixture of firmness and squishiness.
Sensing his desire surging, Albedo quickly pushed up his robe, revealing his briefs, which were swiftly discarded. She once more pressed her impressive chest up against his now-exposed cock, looking up at him with a lustful expression. "Is this better, Momonga-sama?" For added measure, she resumed rubbing herself against him. Even through her dress still, it felt incredible. The material of the dress was so soft and thin that it barely felt like a barrier between them. "What do you think of them, Momonga-sama? Let me hear it…" she moaned.
"They're…they're perfect," he gasped. "I've never felt anything like this before…"
Albedo beamed at his praise, upping the pace with which she was rubbing against him. "Mere words could not express the happiness I feel when you compliment me so, Momonga-sama…"
"Albedo…" Momonga breathed out. "Your dress…"
"Hmm?" Albedo teased, pressing her boobs even more firmly against his cock as she rubbed against him. "What about my dress, Momonga-sama?"
"Take it off before I tear it off of you…"
"At once, Momonga-sama," she said. Looking up at him with a playful expression, she gripped the top of her dress and pulled it down almost painfully slowly. Gradually, the tiny, pink nipples that capped her breasts were exposed, and she couldn't help but smirk as she saw Momonga's reaction to them.
Letting her dress hang just beneath her freed bosom, she pressed forward and gently enveloped his cock between her massive tits. Taking the elicited moan as encouragement, she gently began to roll her breasts slightly side to side, causing the tip of Momonga's rod to occasionally peek out from within her cleavage. "Is that better, Momonga-sama?" she asked, the lust plain in her voice.
"Much better…" he moaned, reaching forward and stroking her hair gently. "Good girl…"
"Mm…" Albedo sighed happily, nuzzling into his hand as she slowly started rubbing her breasts up and down his cock. "You know that I will always obey you, Momonga-sama…You didn't have to hold back like this; just tell me when you need me and I will serve you at any time, anywhere…"
Pressing her tits more firmly together around him, she began bouncing them up and down, the jiggling flesh just as stimulating visually as it was physically. She leaned her head down, and as Momonga's cock poked out from her cleavage, she started giving it tender kisses, her thick, full lips pressing lavishly against the tip of his rod. Her tongue occasionally darted out, tracing the contours of the head, lightly teasing the sensitive area on the underside as well.
Momonga trembled under her diligent assault and was quickly coming undone. Despite that, he wanted more. Needed more. "Albedo. Faster," he demanded. "Make me cum."
Albedo couldn't help but giggle at how cute Momonga was in the depths of his lust. "As you wish, Momonga-sama," she said. Giving his cock a few final, loving licks to further lubricate it with her saliva, she leaned back and cupped her boobs more firmly around him, beginning to pump his hardness with renewed fervor. As her ample flesh-mounds surged up and down around him, Albedo began to beg. "Let it out whenever you're ready, Momonga-sama…please, cum for me!"
As Momonga looked down at her, on the verge of orgasm, he noticed her eyes quickly dart to the side before refocusing on him. She didn't give him long to consider this, however, as she continued begging and working his erection with her tits. "Please, Momonga-sama, let me use my body for its intended purpose! I exist to serve you, to please you, and to make you cum! Let it out all over me; cover my breasts with your precious seed!"
Just as he was about to cum, he was startled by a voice from nearby. "Ainz-sama?" it called.
Looking to his right, he made direct eye contact with none other than Enri, right as Albedo pushed him over the edge. He gasped out a loud moan, and Enri looked down to see his seed erupt from his cock as Albedo continued diligently working her tits up and down his rod. With the intensity of her motions, his cum got everywhere; the first string shot out from her cleavage, quickly falling back down upon her boobs. The second hit the underside of her chin, and the third managed to land across her face. Completely undeterred, she continued stimulating him with her breasts, even as Enri watched her shameless display.
"Oh, thank you, Momonga-sama!" Albedo cried, a blissful expression transfixing her features as she was bathed in Momonga's semen, nevertheless pumping her breasts up and down around his cock until his panted moans died down. The weight of her ample bosom impacting against his groin sent pleasurable tremors up his torso.
He didn't have long to bask in the afterglow, however, as Enri spoke up again. "Ainz-sama, who is this?"
It seemed Albedo was leaving it to him to answer these difficult questions, as she suddenly took the tip of his cock back into her mouth, and gently suckled on it, swirling her tongue diligently. Starting to feel overwhelmed by the situation, Momonga could only gasp out moans here and there along with other unintelligible utterances.
"Is she another of your concubines?" Enri asked.
Albedo glared up at Enri from her place on her knees. She quickly took Momonga's tip out of her mouth and spat, "I am one of his wives. Ainz-sama may have shown you his favor, but you would do well to remember your place, human."
As Albedo's mouth left his cock, Enri subtly reached down and started gently stroking it. "Of course," she said without hesitation. "I didn't mean to overstep. So this is what you meant when you said the situation was difficult?"
Momonga nodded mutely, but Albedo continued to speak for him. "I am not against my lord taking concubines, even if they are worthless humans," she said. "But if you waver for even a moment, or disrespect his limitless generosity in accepting you, you will regret it."
"Of course I'm grateful to Ainz-sama," Enri said, pressing herself against his side as she stroked his cock a little faster. "But what was that you were calling him? Mo…Momonga?"
A look of panic momentarily crossed Albedo's features. Instead of answering, she quickly took the tip of his hardness back into her mouth, lavishly worshipping him with her tongue even as Enri continued pumping him with her hand. Momonga shifted himself to get comfortable and his arm ended up around Enri's waist, and she quickly moved his hand onto her rear.
"Is that my lord's true name?" Enri asked, looking up at him, her expression a seductive mixture of desperation and innocence.
"Y-yes," Momonga replied. "But do not share this information with anyone else – even your sister. Only use it when we are alone or in the company of my…subordinates."
"Of course," Enri answered immediately. "I am so happy to know my Master's true name. Please, Momonga-sama…" she moaned into his ear, rapidly upping the pace with which she was rubbing his length, "touch me. Use my body to heighten your pleasure. I wish to serve you completely…"
Groaning from the seductiveness in both her words and voice, Momonga firmly groped her ass, which, while smaller than Shalltear's, was still firm and full.
"That's right, Momonga-sama…this body is all yours. Let us help you cum…" she said in a breathy whisper.
As if they shared some kind of psychic connection, both Albedo and Enri increased their intensity almost simultaneously. Enri's grip subtly tightened around him as she rapidly pumped his dick, and Albedo's lips and tongue dragged all over the first couple inches. The sudden uptick nearly pushed Momonga over the edge. He gasped and his back arched against the wall he was leaning against.
"Are you about to cum, Momonga-sama?" Enri asked, maintaining the swiftness of her stroking hand as she spoke. "Please, cum in her mouth, Momonga-sama! Let us make you feel good!" she begged. "I can tell how badly she wants it…please, please cum for us!"
Throwing his head back, Momonga gasped, "I'm cumming! Don't stop!"
Ever obedient, the two girls continued their teamwork, Albedo elegantly continuing to suck him off, moaning in anticipation of her reward and Enri jerked him off, her grip tightening slightly in her excitement. All at once, he came undone, and exploded in Albedo's mouth, causing her to moan louder as her tongue frantically rolled all over the tip of his cock, desperate for the taste of him. Enri's surging hand remained constant in her attempts to wring him utterly dry. The combined assault was rendering him almost catatonic; all he could do in the face of such pleasure was to gasp out panted moans as his hips bucked forward almost involuntarily, instinctively seeking more of the pleasure the pair of women before him had to offer.
Albedo rolled her head around, her lips and tongue swirling all over the first few inches of his cock, and her needy moaning heightened the euphoria he was enduring to a sublime level. She was audibly gulping down his seed, ever impressive in her ability to take it all without spilling a single drop even without ceasing her attentions. Enri's hand had slowed slightly, focusing more on slow, tight strokes rather than the quick motions she had done before. She was truly attempting to milk him dry and eke out every last drop into Albedo's eager mouth.
"You always let out so much, Momonga-sama…" Enri moaned at his side. "I'm so jealous. But thank you for letting me help please you…"
As always, her innocence had a way of appealing to him. As Albedo pulled off of his cock with a slight popping sound, she swallowed the last of his cum and gave his tip a tender kiss. She looked up from her position on her knees, her chest still covered in his cum. She glanced at Enri, and she seemed to be fighting an inner battle that kept her silent for the better part of a minute, but eventually she spoke.
"I was aware of my Master's actions with you earlier, and while I find humans to be insignificant and pathetic, your devotion to him is…praiseworthy," she managed. "I will abide his wishes, of course; if he wishes for you to be at his side, I will set aside my view of your species."
Enri bowed her head slightly. "Thank you, my lady," she replied, though Momonga could feel her trembling against his body. "My devotion to him should never be in doubt."
Internally, Momonga cheered. Albedo hadn't exactly argued with him before when he'd asked her to treat humans with kindness when necessary, but she definitely seemed to have found the command strange. However, she was proving that she could move past the way she'd been programmed by his friends, and could evolve into something new and better. Her tone when speaking to Enri had still been somewhat haughty, but she didn't seem outright hostile toward her, at least.
"But let us make one thing clear," Albedo spoke once more, moving toward Enri. "I am his first wife. As much as I am loathe to admit it, that uppity lamprey is his second wife. Your status has yet to be determined, but you will be beneath us in the hierarchy unless Momonga-sama decides otherwise."
"L-lamprey…?" Enri mumbled, looking at Momonga in confusion. "Very well," she nodded. "I understand my place; as long as I am allowed to be at his side, to pleasure him, and to have his attention sometimes, I will be happy."
Albedo nodded sagely at Enri's words, but fixed her with an appraising look. "I will see firsthand whether your capability can match your words." At Enri's questioning glance, Albedo gestured to her still-exposed chest. "Lick me clean," she commanded, "and then I shall evaluate your ability to provide service to Momonga-sama."
Enri's face turned a deep scarlet, but she looked back towards him, as if seeking approval. At his nod, she slowly moved toward Albedo and leaned into her tentatively. She had never done anything like this, or even considered doing something with another woman, but…if it would please Momonga, she would do so eagerly, and appreciate the opportunity she'd been given. Drawing a deep breath to steady herself, she began to lick the rather expansive curvature of Albedo's bust, gathering the utterly absurd amounts of seed that was the detritus of her Master's pleasure.
Much as it had been the first time, the taste was incomparable. The simple act of tasting and swallowing his cum turned her on immensely. She had already started to drip by the time she'd taken a singular mouthful. Albedo hummed contentedly, resting her hand on the back of her head, and she tried to take that as a sign that she was doing well.
"That's a good girl," Albedo cooed. "I can tell how much you're enjoying this…Exactly how one of Momonga-sama's concubines should be. Soon you'll get even more. You're excited to suck his cock, aren't you, human?"
Enri paused for the barest fraction of a second before continuing, her blush returning in full force. She was, of course…but to admit such a thing was embarrassing in the extreme. Were it just Momonga, she could do it easily, but with this woman who was leagues beyond her in seemingly every way? And yet…the idea of the humiliation was slightly appealing, and it was this that prompted her to speak. "Yes…" she breathed out, barely above a whisper. "I want to suck his cock so badly…
"I've been fantasizing about it almost all day. I couldn't get him off of my mind," she continued, getting a bit louder and more confident with every word. "Even though it doesn't pleasure me directly, there's just something so good about being on my knees in front of him. Something so right. The way his cock fills my mouth, the fact that I can make him feel so good, and get to taste his cum…I…I love it," she admits finally, and her cheeks were almost an incandescent red at this point. "Momonga-sama is so powerful, and so perfect, and yet the fact that a simple village girl like me can pleasure him in such a way is almost enough to have me finish without him even touching me…"
Albedo's sultry expression had become tinged with that child-like worship that she had come to display whenever she spoke of Momonga, and she said, "I agree, completely! Pleasuring him with my mouth was the first way he allowed me to serve him, and it will always be special to me because of that. I can sense the desire in you, and in your words, Enri. I approve…"
"I…" Enri hesitated, getting further and further emboldened by Albedo's approval. But something more was going on here; she was already so incredibly turned on. She felt that the second she tasted Momonga's cock, she'd climax. "I'll suck your cock whenever you want, Momonga-sama. Just tell me, and I'll drop to my knees anywhere, at any time. If you need me, nothing could make me happier than to submit to you!"
She was just about to turn and drop to her knees when she saw that there was one last line of seed, but it was across Albedo's face. She slowly moved in, and hesitated briefly. The woman before her was like a goddess. Her voluptuous form was flawless. Her curves, her elegant demeanor, her perfectly-soft black hair. Her beauty was almost unworldly. The slit-pupil eyes and the horns added to that other-worldly factor, yet somehow only seemed to enhance her attractiveness. It was truly intimidating, but Momonga had given her an order; or at least, she interpreted the order to be his, as he'd given his approval. Gulping slightly, she leaned forward and slowly licked the string of cum from Albedo's face, and as she swallowed it, she almost climaxed just from how degrading the act was.
Sensing her inner struggle, Albedo quickly turned her around, and before she had even fully turned to face him, Enri was on her knees. "Please…" she practically moaned out. "Please, Momonga-sama…I need your cock. Let me suck it. Please…"
Albedo placed her hands on the back of Enri's head and gingerly guided her forward, her lips swiftly coming into contact with Momonga's once-more throbbing erection. The sight of the two beauties entangled together had him hard again in seconds, and he knew he wouldn't be satisfied leaving it at that. Her lips parted around his tip, but by the time she got half-way down his cock, her body was spasming uncontrollably and she moaned loudly around his cock. Albedo had worked her up so much that she climaxed simply from tasting him…
Albedo stroked Enri's hair, cooing affirmations and approval. "That's right…the best servants can climax even from pleasuring him with their mouths. But you have work to do, so keep moving."
Enri nodded quickly, causing Momonga's rod to slide along her tongue pleasurably before she sank her lips all the way to the base, burying him in her throat in a way that only two women had been able to do before: the two women who both happened to be right in front of him. She slowly started to move his cock all the way in and all the way out of her throat, deliberate and dutiful in her attentions. Albedo moved around to the side, pressing herself up against his body as she watched Enri pleasure him. She rested her head against his shoulder and nuzzled him slightly. It was clearly intended to be affectionate, but with her body, the fact that she was still partially naked, and that her tits still glistened with Enri's spit from her prior attentions made it also incredibly erotic in tandem with how heart-warming it was.
"Such a good girl," Albedo moaned at his side. Shifting herself to look up at him instead, she continued, "I can tell how badly you want to touch me, Momonga-sama…please, touch me as much as you wish. If I can make you feel even better, nothing could make me happier…"
He had barely been restraining himself from doing so, and so her invitation was all that he needed. One hand cupped one of her absolutely massive breasts; it was soft, yet also slick from how much Enri had licked it earlier, and much as he'd felt earlier, they were an almost impossible mixture of firmness and squishiness. His fingers sunk into them, yet they were firm enough to provide a pleasurable resistance and pushed back against him. His other hand groped her ass, which was just as large and as impressive as her bust; it was similarly perfect in terms of how incredible it was to the touch. So soft, so plush, and yet so firm. Her body was utter sin, and seemed designed for the express purpose of being his ideal of beauty.
The combined attentions of the women before him were quickly working him to the edge. Enri was rapidly shoving his cock down her throat, and Albedo was keeping his hands busy with her delectable curves. As his cock started to throb, indicating his imminent orgasm, Enri's lips tightened around him and continued her almost frantic pace, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth as he'd taught her, and she was instantly rewarded; Momonga moaned loudly and started to unload everything he had left into her ravenous mouth.
Just as Albedo had done before, Enri was rapidly gulping down his cum, moaning and with an almost dazed expression as she continued to work him with her mouth. For a full minute she practically face-fucked herself with his rod, obediently taking every last drop he had to give, and even when he had run dry, she moaned pathetically around his cock, still sucking and attempting to milk more out of him.
Albedo let out a small laugh, covering her mouth with her hand, still managing to seem refined and elegant even in a situation like this. "Silly girl. No more will come out, unfortunately." She turned her seductive smile toward him. "We've completely drained him…"
Enri reluctantly withdrew, still occasionally giving his cock gentle kitten licks whenever a bead of cum would appear. "Did I satisfy you, Momonga-sama?" she asked, her eyes occasionally glancing toward Albedo.
"I'm not sure you're capable of anything less," he panted out.
"I approve of your status as a concubine," Albedo interrupted. "You have shown the proper devotion and reverence for our lord and Master, and while you have had assistance with your ability to please him, the ability is there. You are impressive. For a human."
Enri returned to her feet, but bowed her head at Albedo's words. "Thank you, lady Albedo. The approval of his wife means a lot to me."
Momonga was getting slightly uncomfortable with where this conversation was going, so he interrupted them both, saying, "Enri, Albedo and I have things to attend to; please return to your home. Albedo; let us return as well."
"Yes, Momonga-sama," both of them replied.
Back within the throne room, in Nazarick…
Momonga rested on the throne, and most of the floor guardians had gathered before him, save for Victim and Gargantua. He looked out upon them as they knelt before him, silent for a few seconds as they waited for him to speak. "First, I apologize for moving on my own; Albedo will tell you of the events that transpired in Carne Village. However, there is one thing that I must say immediately. I have decided that during excursions outside of Nazarick, you shall henceforth refer to me as Ainz Ooal Gown. If you have any objections, stand and voice them now."
Albedo, with her head bowed, called, "We have heard your command, and as always, we devote absolute loyalty to our venerable leader. Hail Lord Ainz Ooal Gown!"
"Hail Lord Ainz Ooal Gown!" the others echoed.
"We shall give ourselves completely to the Supreme One!" Shalltear practically moaned.
"To the most powerful king," Aura and Mare said in unison.
"Everyone in this world will know of your greatness," Demiurge added, pushing up her glasses with one hand.
"The one who rules over all, our king," Cocytus continued.
"Glory to the Overlord, the ruler of death!" Albedo finished.
"This is an absolute order," Momonga intoned. "Make Ainz Ooal Gown an eternal legend!"
The land, the sky, the sea. If Momonga could spread the name of Ainz Ooal Gown to all intelligent creatures, then any of his friends or any other players from his world would hear of it. Admittedly, he had mixed feelings on the subject; he desperately wanted to find out if any of his friends had also been pulled into this world with him, to reunite with them, if possible. But this also brought a small measure of danger. If any other player heard of this, and was hostile, he'd be inviting potential disaster to Nazarick and his friends' children. He was fairly confident that he could handle any such threats, but Momonga had always been cautious; he liked to have a plan for every contingency, so that he had absolute control over any battlefield that he set foot upon.
But still, the danger of these potential unknown entities was worth the risk; the possibility of reuniting with his friends was something he wanted badly enough to invite such a possibility of danger. He was coming to see the guardians as more than just creations of his friends, but he was still having a difficult time viewing his company as something that they truly wished for, rather than something they were programmed to do. He had spent countless hours viewing them as NPCs, and he had yet to rid himself of such a notion; it would take quite a lot to overrule what had been almost ingrained in him. He teleported from the throne room amidst the raucous cheers of the guardians and some of their subordinates, taking refuge within his personal chambers; even now, after several days, acting before them was still exceedingly tiring…
In the wake of Momonga's departure…
The guardians stood as their supreme leader left the chamber, a clear dismissal. Albedo was the first to speak. "Demiurge, tell everyone of your conversation with Momonga-sama."
Demiurge rose to her feet behind Albedo, straightening her long hair that was tied back into a ponytail. Her voice was soft-spoken, but had all of the other guardians hanging onto her every word. "As our lord gazed upon the night sky, he told me this: 'I may have come to this land to obtain this untouched box of treasures.' And, ultimately, he said this: 'Taking over the world might be enjoyable.'"
"Everyone," Albedo followed almost immediately, "Know that the final goal of the Great Tomb of Nazarick is to present this world, this box of treasures, to Momonga-sama!"
