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This story uses the same setting as my other story "Momon, Big Black Changeling". Essentially, Ainz Ooal Gown is the same type of creature as in that story, although this and that story happen in different worlds.
She lay in darkness, unable to move even a single one of her limbs. Something covered her mouth, preventing her from speaking intelligible words. She lay spread-eagled, her legs wide open and presented, her lower entrance helpless, uncovered. She could only scream in her mind as a figure materialized from the darkness—an entity wrapped in the soft glow of pale moonlight, with eyes red as rubies. A long, obscene tongue, falling like a bloody waterfall, emanated from its mouth. The elongated tip hovered, just barely, above her unprotected sex.
"Now, my sweet pet," the entity announced, the words like melodious music in her ear. Despite the terror she felt, she could not bring herself to tear her eyes away from those crimson orbs. She could do nothing, as the lewd tongue descended further and further, causing pleasure to erupt from within her hallowed loins.
Lily-Anne Gen Mitra Bannry awoke from the dream, pale, sweating. She blinked rapidly, looking wildly around as if she was expecting something to happen. Her chambers were well-lit, with candles and torches arranged strategically around the place, with cooling enchantments to ensure there was no heat. This was to prevent the room from falling into absolute darkness—as well as to ensure that the lights cast no shadows from which her mind would imagine phantoms to leap out and terrorize her. When she was sure that nothing flickered in the corner of her vision, that no pale hands were about to reach out and wrap lovingly yet forcefully around her throat, she allowed herself to lay back against her pillows. Then she blinked and looked down, pulling her sheets open to see that she had indeed wet herself in her sleep once more.
She sighed and rose to exchange her dirtied sheets with fresh ones neatly prepared at the side of the bed. Her dreams were frightful things indeed, but they could not be really called nightmares. She was frightened of them, yes, but their sensual nature only drew a painfully delicious stimulation from her, not outright terror. For in her dreams lurked the warden that had changed her life so, that had changed her—mind, body, and heart—into something that was no longer quite Lily-Anne, scion of a dying house.
She pulled down her pants and felt the unpleasant stickiness of her dying juices. Her nethers tingled in the rush of cold air, making her curl her toes unconsciously. She bit her lip in frustration as she swiped a damp cloth over her privates, the mere contact with the cloth making shocks of sensation course deliciously through her spine.
Her body could no longer forget the sweet torment it had received. Every minute touch on any part of her exposed skin would bring back the memories of pale, grasping fingers and cold, crimson irises, turning her into to a shuddering, useless wreck. This was why she could no longer suffer herself to enjoy the company of society as she usually did in her role as a noble. And if needs must, she covered herself entirely, suffering nothing to be exposed if it was not needed—tight-fitting trousers beneath her skirt, long-sleeved blouses, and gloves. Nothing, not even the wind, was allowed to ignite the memories buried in her skin. Her peers attributed this to her shame in showing off the scars she had received in captivity. In reality, there had been no scars: that thing had left her body completely unblemished, and if there had been any mark where she could not see she was sure her new masters had healed it off.
No, the only scars remained in memories, in the dreams she would constantly have, the ever-present reminder that she had been thrown into a pleasurable hell prison, and that the merest misstep would send her back there. And though a growing part of her longed to grovel and allow this to happen, to send her mind into a useless slush and just give her whole self over to the pleasure that she could get, another part of her was quick to quell her impulses, reasoning that deliberate failure would just end up getting her killed as punishment, which was not quite ideal.
As a result of her new circumstances, she had now become a sort of double agent in service of a foreign power. Her role was to send over any information she could find to her new masters, which were gathered under mysterious means every week at a certain location.
So far, she had followed her instructions dutifully. Through it all she had returned to her place in Re-Estize society, fulfilling her role as a manager of the Endowment Office. Outwardly, she wore the façade of a woman who had been saved in the nick of time from her tormentors by brave adventurers, and she had received her fair share of compliments from "concerned" parties. In private she tried constantly to bear the torment of pleasure that kept coursing through her body like one of the Eight Fingers' detestable drugs, like an addiction that sapped her sanity through every second of every day. Addressing it herself through masturbation was not a good idea, as that left her completely paralyzed with her body completely tormented by all the lewd memories flooding in. That left her with no recourse but to start bearing every second of her life like a woman dancing on broken glass.
There came a loud knock on her door. Her whole body immediately jerked, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned towards the doors, expecting them to just cave in; and then she would see her Mistress standing there, waiting to take her back. A second later, the imagination vanished, when she heard her maid's voice come in. "Milady, my apologies for calling on you, but there are people downstairs who insisted they meet you," she announced.
She took a moment to compose herself. "Meet me?" she said haughtily. "I gave orders; I have no appointments today."
"They seem very insistent milady."
She sighed. "… Who is it?"
"It is the Lady Vanessa, milady, accompanied by her retainer."
She sighed and pinched her cheeks. Even that small contact with her skin made it tingle. "Entertain them and serve them however they wish. Inform them I shall be there soon."
"Very good, milady."
While she wanted to refuse the visit out of sheer spite, she was also a bit intrigued. She had heard certain news that there was a noble that was buying out other nobles' plots of land throughout the Kingdom. They mostly belonged to smaller houses that could no longer afford to pay for the upkeep of their lands. As purveyor of Endowments she was able to see the receipts of cash and deeds being passed around, and it naturally made her curious. She had also been commanded by her contact in the Noble Faction that she was to investigate this matter on her own end. This was the reason for her accepting Vanessa's visit; she was eager to pursue any leads she could find.
"I am sorry for making you wait," she announced later when she arrived at the parlor. The woman with the blonde curls rose from the settee. They curtsied to each other before sitting down. "Has my house been of service to you, Lady Vanessa?" She noticed that the tea had been served, but it had not been touched.
"Oh yes, of course, I thank you for your generosity. And may I say that it is good to see you are safe and healthy," Vanessa replied. "We have heard those awful rumors, of course… And we are only glad to hear you were rescued."
Lily-Anne cleared her throat. She had heard such similar well-wishes many times before. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, I thank the gods for that every day. Now then, Lady Vanessa, your visit is highly irregular as I am currently busy with other matters. So please keep it short and succinct; how may I serve you?"
"Yes, we appreciate getting straight to the point," Vanessa said with a smile. "In short, then, we have arranged matters with the nobles surrounding our own demesne, who have agreed to sell their lands to me. But we have been told that, since they did not wish to relinquish their titles, we would then need some sort of binding deed from your Office."
"That's true," she replied, her mind turning its wheels. "I am the one who needs to approve it, even if the nobles have agreed to sell. First, then, may I ask why you need the land?"
Vanessa made a delicate shrug, as if the notion was simple. "We simply wish to expand our holdings. We were keen on acquiring the titles, but those others were obstinate in keeping them. Well, on further examination, we find that we only need the land, and that is enough."
She frowned. Ordinarily this could be seen as a sort of blatant power grab by someone in the Eight Fingers looking to give their noble stooge more lands in which to exploit some resource, like slaves or forbidden herbs. There had also been some unscrupulous merchants who had bought a title and then used that privilege to attempt to gain useful land, such as in locations with fertile farmland or a potential mineral vein.
Her responsibility as Purveyor was to judge if these acquisitions were being made in good faith. For if her Faction got wind that some noble had amassed wealth because of her, then she was on the chopping block, liable to be even executed by the King himself for corruption. She recalled the story of a previous officer who had approve the sale of land to an enterprising noble from the Empire, who had then attempted to use it as a means for his masters to secretly amass troops in the region. The scheme had been discovered, the noble dispatched, and the officer responsible was sent to the royal oubliette for life—having escaped execution purely for being distantly related to the royal line.
"My apologies, Lady Vanessa," she now said. "Please allow me a few days to process this request."
"We need it now," Vanessa said, her expression now cooling. "We only need your approval and everything will be set."
"Now listen here," Lily said. "No matter how much gold you're throwing around, there are still laws to follow. Protocol must be maintained." That was rich, coming from someone who had knowingly allowed land to be sold to the Eight Fingers. But this was an upstart, who had to know her place.
At this, Vanessa sighed, and shook her head. "Why must you be so difficult you stupid human bitch?"
She blinked, unable to process her surprise at the word. "I beg your pardon?"
Vanessa's expression turned into something she vaguely recognized. It was the smug, self-assured look of a predator. "Don't waste my time, human. Or do you want me to bring Lady Shalltear here and make you sign it?"
At the mention of her name, she felt cold sweat break on her back. She also felt her body trembling from head to toe, as the memories of crimson orbs came rushing inside her mind. Shalltear, Shalltear, the name of the vampire that had kidnapped her and subjected her to that hellish torment.
"Sha… Sha…" she gasped, looking from Vanessa to her butler. "Wha—wha—" she wheezed.
"Was that really necessary?" came the rumbling voice of the old butler.
"She's our dog now," the one who was supposed to be "Vanessa" said. "If she doesn't act as she's supposed to, then what use is keeping her? You know we have our orders."
"That is… true."
Vanessa looked at her again. "Well? Do I need to call Lady Shalltear?"
"How… How…do you…"
"My lady," said the butler, addressing her. "Do bear in mind your agreement with us. You have your new responsibilities, and we also have ours. And now more is required of you. Please, I assure you we do not wish to bring you any stress. But do cooperate. Do as you're ordered."
She was struggling to breathe. The room seemed to swimming, melting before her eyes.
"We just need one word from you, filth," Vanessa said.
"I…" she said faintly. "Of course, whatever you want…"
"Good."
"But please…" she said. "Please understand… this will bring attention to me… I will… Most certainly… Be questioned…"
"Leave that to us," the butler said. "I assure you we will take care of the necessary miscellany. You need not fear censure from your fellows."
"That's…" She bowed her head. "Thank you."
"Sebas' mercy is wasteful on you, mortal," the one named Vanessa said. "Do take care it is not completely wasted. We will not return to complain. If we find that you have been unsatisfactory… Well, you will remember that we are always here and watching."
The two then made their leave. Lily-Anne immediately bolted for her chambers and locked herself in. She turned off all the lights, leaving her in complete darkness. Huddling naked under the covers, she closed her eyes and placed her hands between her thighs.
She did not sleep that night.
She had never exactly been inside Arwintar, the capital of the Baharuth Empire. Her old group had spoken of visiting it once they'd acquired a bit more experience under their belts. Sadly, that expectation never came to pass.
"Here we are," her companion said. They had stopped right in front of some sort of eatery, "This a good place to eat. Not a lot of rowdiness at this time of the day, which means we can have lunch in relative solitude."
Ninya glanced at her new companion and smiled nervously. The blonde's name was Arche, member of a group she had saved not too long ago on the Katze Plains. They had managed to meet up once again inside this city, and the blonde had expressed her intent to "pay her back" for coming to their rescue.
While Ninya was reluctant to associate too deeply with anyone, she did recall her current mission of gathering information for Eclipse Nebula. She had little notion of how exactly to go about her assigned mission, but she was able to tell that having an "in" with a contact might just become useful down the line.
They settled at a secluded corner of the outside patio. She had told Arche she was here on behalf of Momon-sama to find a way to establish some sort of alchemist shop. The blonde had then told her about all she knew about how the city worked, even including a small guided tour throughout the streets. Ninya admitted that she had been a little overwhelmed, but it was a small price to pay for obtaining the blonde's trust.
"Down here," Arche said, pointing towards the street right beside them, "You can follow the street straight down until you reach the Arena. That's where all the shouts you've been hearing are coming from." Ninya knew about the Arena, but she'd never visited yet. "If you want, there could be some vacant buildings near there your people can buy. You could even strike a deal with the Arena masters."
"That's good to know," Ninya said agreeably.
"I apologize if I can't personally take you to the Arena," Arche said, smiling bitterly. "Today they're having a bit of a special show, so the entrance fees are higher than usual. Some say they hauled in a giant for the Champion to fight or something. And with my family still being assholes about… Well, never mind."
Ninya felt a bit surprised at the other woman mentioning her family, but prudently didn't press her for it. That would've been a little rude to someone she only knew a bit superficially. She could sense there was some trouble there. Something to note, and remember, at any rate. "It's fine," she said, returning the smile. "Obviously I don't have any final say on my master's plans, but that bit about renting a space at the Arena would be something to bring back."
"I'm glad for it," Arche replied.
"How is your team doing?" Ninya asked, when the peaceable silence of eating became a bit too stifling.
Arche blinked. "Oh? Oh, those idiots. Well, they're hanging around, waiting for the next job. Our leader's thinking of making another trip back to that swanky inn at Katze. Somehow, the experience was 'unforgettable'. And then Roberdyck's busy trying to stop him from falling into 'carnal sin', whatever that means."
"Did you not like your stay?" Ninya said neutrally. She knew that the inn was connected to Momon as well and felt obligated to see how the blonde thought of it. Over the past few weeks, she had been gathering such feedback from the people around her, including adventurers who had been to that place. It would all look nice on the report she was required to make, and if that didn't impress Nabe, nothing on this land would!
Then, as if summoned by her very thoughts, an instant later there came a powerful flash of lightning that crashed down onto the street beside them. A lot of the bystanders were blown back, shouting out in surprise and fear. Being the closest to the point of impact, Ninya and Arche screamed as dust filled their senses.
Ninya shook her head and tried to peer through the dust. The dust did clear a second later, revealing the form of her master, Nabe, the Beautiful Princess.
She heard Arche gasp. She was sure her own expression reflected that same look of abject surprise that was on Arche's face.
"Good. You're here, as expected," came Nabe's cold, stern voice.
"Ahhh… master… What's…?"
"I'm to take you to Lord Momon," Nabe interrupted. "It's time, and you are needed here."
She swallowed. "Well, um, okay…" She looked behind Nabe, and saw that Cynthia was here. She felt her knees wobbling as the memories of hellish training filled her mind.
"Yo," Cynthia said, with a wave. "I'm off to get lil bro. Be back soon." She walked away calmly, not minding the dozen bystanders just staring at them and Nabe.
She glanced apologetically at Arche. "I have to go, apologies for leaving like this."
Nabe cocked her head as she looked down at Arche. "Who is this?"
"She's…" She shrugged. "An acquaintance I made here. She's um… She's a bit talented in magic, like I am." She couldn't really describe Arche as "part of the group I was ordered to save".
For some reason, Nabe's eyes narrowed even further, her gaze intensifying as she looked down at Arche. And the latter only stared back with appropriate fear, considering Nabe's impressive presence.
"Never mind," Nabe then said. "We'll come back to it later."
"Huh?" Ninya cocked her head in confusion. Before she could ask what Nabe meant, Cynthia had returned with the other person in their group, her so-called "little brother". With one last apologetic wave at Arche, she went to stand beside Nabe. The woman snapped her fingers, and the teleportation magic whisked them away from the city.
Clementine felt like she was literally walking on eggshells. She knew, intuitively, that the guards were there in the house with her, watching her with invisible eyes. It was a bit infuriating that she couldn't see them at all, nor could she even do anything if they were ordered to get her.
Their presence here in her hideout inside the Slaine Theocracy meant that someone important was here to speak to her or pass a message from the boss. She shook her head and sighed, ready to get this mess done and over with.
She heard them before she saw them. At first, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Then she couldn't believe what she was actually seeing.
"What the…" she gasped. "…fuck?"
Right there, in her house's parlor, was her boss, Ainz Ooal Gown. Not only that, his adjutant or whoever she was, was also there, only this time she was bent over on the tea table. The former was currently balls deep inside the woman, pounding away with his pecker and making fat, loud slaps that echoed obscenely in the chamber.
The woman was squealing, "Ahhnn~ Ahnnnggh..! Ainz-sama..! Ainz-sama…!"
Her dress was hiked up to her waist, with her plump, bubbly asscheeks exposed for all to see. There were some reddish marks that marred the pale skin. As she watched, Ainz slapped the woman's ass, causing the latter to hiss and cry out. Her fluids splashed out in spurts, coursing down her thick thighs and ever downward, until they made her leather thigh-high boots glint under the torches.
For a long time, she just watched, mesmerized as the lascivious scene continued. Ainz's rhythmic movements kept her transfixed as he went back and forth, plunging his massive cock continuously into the horned woman. The room now smelled heavily of sweaty and sex, like the inside of a sleazy brothel.
Try as she might, she could not look away. Rather, there was even a small part of her that was slowly and surely getting aroused by all this. It was as if some primitive part of her mind had instantly recognized the tall, broad-shouldered, muscular man was that sort of male that she was born to copulate with. Yikes, she thought, as she felt her nethers moistening, as if it was literally drooling with lust after the man. It was as if her body was telling her to throw herself upon the man right fucking now.
She blinked, and noticed that the man had turned his head to look at her. She drew herself up and said, "I'm here, reporting as expected."
"Mm. Very good," Ainz replied in his deep, booming voice. He didn't stop his movements as he addressed Clementine, which completely bewildered her. His utter confidence and nonchalance in her presence only served to arouse her further, for here was a male who was utterly secure in the demesne he had built. "You've been in this town for a while now. I wish to hear your report."
"You got a problem or something?" Clementine managed to say. "I've been writing down those reports to you for weeks now! The hell, did you not read them or something?"
"You… stop… ahnnn… fuck… fuck…! Impudent…!" the woman was saying, turning her blushing face in her direction. Just then, Ainz slapped her ass again, causing her to moan.
"Quiet, I'm talking," Ainz said. He turned back to her again. "Now it's true that I have been reading your reports, but I wish to hear it from you personally."
She frowned and tried not to let the continued breeding motions distract her from her thoughts. Had she done something wrong? She didn't remember ever doing anything that would warrant him coming here personally.
"Well… okay," Clementine said. "Well, today I was just about to write back about some sort of secret cargo that's due to travel. They're going to bring them via a heavily-guarded convoy towards some vault here in the Theocracy."
"What's this cargo then?" Ainz asked.
"I don't know if it's true," Clementine said. "But they did mention that it contains items that once belonged to Players."
Ainz quirked a brow. For just a beat, he stopped thrusting into his paramour. Then he restarted his motions, turning his attention back to the woman writhing in front of him. He grabbed her love handles tight and started really pounding into her ass.
"Interesting," he said.
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