Momonga awoke to the feeling of warmth in his arms, somebody was there. His eyes fluttered open and yes, there she was. 'It wasn't a dream, none of it was… marvelous.' He thought and kissed the back of her neck where he'd placed a little love bite the night before. 'I wonder if it's possible to die from a happiness overdose?' Momonga pondered the question and nestled a little closer and tightened his grip on the demoness. Her wings ruffled a little at his touch, and she let out a quiet sound…
"Mmmm…" Then nestled against him in turn. "Here…" She whispered, and took his shaft in her surprisingly soft hands and put it in just the right spot. She settled in, sliding herself down along its length, all the way to the hilt.
Then they began quietly rocking back and forth against one another. It wasn't the wild, frenzied mating that so marked their first time, somehow it felt more intimate, that little half sleep, half awake state where both knew they had nothing else to occupy their time and they could simply take their time.
"The others have their orders, My Lord. My Love. We're unneeded for the whole day… we can stay right here… you can try on clothes, I can even bring mine to you, and we can simply relax like this… all… day… long…" She breathed out the words and took his hand into hers, resting it over her ample breasts…
His answer came not with refined words of the sort she expected out of a refined man. But rather in the quieter, tender grunts and groans of a male whose mind was filled with desire.
She let her succubi pheromones waft free of her control, plying her sexual arts of pleasure coaxing with skills and racial traits, drawing out every bit of delight she could from him.
It wasn't a 'yes' to her suggestion that they remain in all day.
But it wasn't a no either, and to Albedo's mind?
That was yes enough.
Nor was she wrong. After she felt him spend his pleasure within her depths and she shuddered with her own welcome release, he said, "Let's have breakfast here, today. And lunch… of course about dinner… but then after that?"
"Mmm… that would be nice." Albedo responded with a little catlike purr.
"Agreed." He said, and waited while Albedo used her message skill to call for one of the maids to bring two meals to their master's quarters.
That was how they spent the day, and since Albedo's clothes adjusted themselves to their wearer by virtue of being enchanted, Momonga got to experience the freeing sensation of a backless dress, as most of her clothes were tailored as such to accommodate her wings.
His heart fluttered with every strut down their imaginary catwalk while he modeled various garments, and such was his delight in showing it off that on three occasions his passion overwhelmed him and he seized his gleeful Overseer into his embrace and tumbled back into bed for a repeat of their morning pleasures.
It was only because of Albedo that he didn't completely miss the need to prepare for the dinner he himself intended to host. "Much as I want to spend every hour conceiving your child," Albedo said, leaning in and whispering her dusky words into his ear while she wiggled on his lap, "my duty as your Guardian Overseer must get some attention, and I've just gotten a message that dinner is nearly made. If you plan on bringing your guests, you need to prepare, My Lord." She nibbled briefly at his ear and added, "I will resume working on that child with you tonight."
'A child? Wait… oh… we have been having… yes, of course. Momonga you idiot, how did you forget that detail?!' He critiqued himself as he went through the motions of getting ready, cleaning himself with magic and allowing Albedo to help him get dressed, including a charming little black leather skirt to wear beneath his magic robe. The panic that briefly set in, 'I can't bring a child into a world like this,' was born of his brief mental return to his own world.
He thought of the pollution, the smog so thick that even the domes in which people lived couldn't completely keep it out, how there was a thick haze of foul, lethal atmosphere outside of where they lived.
He thought of the corruption, the cruelty of the CEOs and the destructiveness they wrought on the world, the barren landscapes and underproducing farms. The dying seas and the dead young ones who littered the streets on his way to work every day.
The desperate horror of existence in that place still haunted him sometimes, and it made this world, even with its monsters and dragons, seem to be a virtual paradise.
But that brief mental return born of Albedo's unexpected whispers, did not last long.
No sooner than it faded that it hit him, 'I'm not really human, I just chose this look, as a doppelganger, humans would mostly want me dead. But that's true of most species, I could bring a child into this world and they'd be well protected by the guardians, probably very powerful too. But there'll always be people who hate them for not being human. Neia spoke a little about the Holy Kingdom, the human supremacist religion, the struggle against nonhumans was unending for them, to be done until humans ruled everything and every nonhuman was either a beast of burden or dead and making some field fertile.'
In a way, it was a little taste of the history of his own world.
And the taste was bitter on his tongue. 'No,' He thought while he smoothed out his robe and with Albedo just at his back leaning close against his body and making final adjustments in the mirror, 'that won't do. I won't have a child just to have them hunted or in hiding, always needing protection from prosecution for the crime of existing. So how could I protect… easily.' He realized and the thought trailed off just as the two nodded in satisfaction that his clothing was perfect.
'I just have to take over the world, or something pretty close to that, anyway.'