Breeding Issues

by The Ruff Pusher

Momon the Dark Hero encounters Zesshi Zetsumei. mature content/smut

24. Chapter 24

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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.

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For the longest time, the dragon lurked inside its lair. Its eyes were closed, though it was not sleeping. But the immense mental strain now pushing down on its mind was as strong as gravity bearing down on its enormous bulk. It would not have been wrong to claim that sleep was the natural thing for the dragon to do next, for so great was the stress that no mortal could ever hope to cope—if they were to be burdened with the same intensity.

And yet it could not. The mental link with its faraway armor yet remained, anchoring its consciousness to the Powered Suit that was currently located in the faraway Re-Estize Kingdom. So long as that mental link continued to be necessary, it could not sleep just yet. It could not afford surrender its waking mind unto temporary oblivion until all was returned to order.

The dragon opened its eyes. It was still lurking inside its lair, deep within the Hidden City of Eryuentia, the legacy of a wretched breed.

It re-established the mental link with the distant Powered Suit. It looked around—it was some distance away from the previous battlefield, transported here after the emergency spell had been activated. Measuring the distance from the lair and its direction, it knew it was somewhere close to Arwintar.

The spell had worked to transport the Powered Suit and its fellow directly towards another area through space teleportation. As it was fueled by Wild Magic, it would be difficult for the conventional magic of mere mortals to track down the Suit's exact location. But that was no guarantee of anything, particularly if there was a Player involved.

Then the dragon started, as if it had suddenly realized something of great importance, which it had hitherto not realized until that very moment. Something was missing, and it did not take one more moment to realize what it was.

Lying on the ground right beside the Powered Suit, on the spot where the other Powered Suit was supposed to be, was the mortal Azuth Aindra. The man groaned as he twitched on the ground, his form looking noticeably bruised and battered.

"What is the meaning of this?" the dragon uttered to itself. It looked around, and found no trace of the Powered Suit it had given the mortal adventurer. It concentrated, and tried to test the link to the other Powered Suit. But to its horror and astonishment it felt nothing—just an empty sensation as if it had lost one of its limbs. "Impossible," it muttered inside its lair, shaking its head for the first time since the day had begun.

Fearing that they might still be tracked and possibly losing this Powered Suit as well, the dragon made several more teleports all throughout the land, jumping from one place to another with barely enough time between each teleport. On one particular time specifically, it teleported to an area within the ancient crypt of a Demon King chained some hundred years past. It went through a dozen more series of teleportations before finally arriving at a safe place within the borders of the Argland Council State.

Should there be any pursuers who would attempt to investigate, they would find themselves triggering the seals and traps that kept the Demon King subdued and sealed within the crypt. It would then be unleashed, and would prove to be a troublesome foe for its pursuers, if its previous performance as a terror on the world were any indication.

On the off-chance that it managed to actually go out into the world and begin the bloody rampage that had been halted centuries past, then the dragon foresaw that it might destroy a city or two, and bring misery and bloodshed on scales unseen since those dark times. Or perhaps the death toll would be so much worse. But such were the prices that needed to be paid to ensure the safety of the world.

Once it was reasonably sure that there could possibly be no pursuers, the dragon allowed its hold over the Powered Suit to relax, leaving it slack and lifeless like a statue. Tsaindrock Vaision retreated into her mind and pored through all the thoughts now raging like a maelstrom inside, in the hopes of calming herself and finding a good solution. Her mind was as a restive mountain, its heart churning with molten rage even as nature endeavored to cool it.

Balance. Balance must be maintained—a mantra it kept repeating to itself as it sorted through its thoughts.

It took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of heat, warm enough to melt metal by itself.

In the first place, how could that Ainz Ooal Gown have immediately guessed her identity as the Platinum Dragon-Lord? Surely it could not have been so well-informed about the world already? It had been very unsettling to have been called out so soon, just after it had already ambushed the fell creature. The dragon felt as if it were a puppet dancing on invisible strings, a sheer impossibility considering its status as a great dragon-lord. It was no puppet to be manipulated! And yet how could it have known?

The betrayal of her many mortal minions could be easily dismissed. None of them were ever told that a dragon had been responsible for aiding them. She had not even used Wild Magic to grant them the boons they sought, because she had deemed it very unnecessary. It was like using one's fire breath to light one small torch. Even when all of her minions had somehow been rounded up and forced to confess—the only thing that would emerge was a confusing, tangled mess of connections. For none of them knew about any other. Their only uniting similarities were the aid they had received from a mysterious, unseen benefactor, and yet they would not be able to point out exactly who it was. She knew there were other secretive powers in the world who had the capability to do what she did.

So the Sorcerer-King knowing about her from her minions was entirely out of the question.

That left another disquieting possibility—her fellow dragons.

There were very few creatures who knew about her, who knew how she looked like, what she did, and how she worked. And yet they alone possessed that hallowed knowledge, and therefore—when eliminating all other possibilities, only they would have been able to freely divulge everything they knew about her to Ainz Ooal Gown.

So did that mean that they had been captured and forced to reveal their knowledge? She could not fathom such proud, powerful creatures like her submitting to any form of torture that a mortal could marshal. And yet perhaps a Player with all the mysterious powers at their disposal might have accomplished what she had thought impossible: the domination of a dragon, or dragon-lord.

But then, if such a thing had occurred, she would have already heard about it through her agents. And even more than that, she would have already mobilized to counter the threat. At the very least, if she had been aware of such an abduction, then she would not have gone into this battle unprepared, if at all. The knowledge that somewhere out there a dragon-lord had been overpowered would have reverberated throughout the land, even if the mortals remained largely unaware of the fact.

And yet she had not heard much of anything resembling such dire news. True, she was not in the business of keeping touch with any of them. Their kind were not naturally predisposed to being social that much. And even when any one of them endeavored to do so just to keep an eye on things, their reclusiveness and somewhat cantankerous nature made it hard to even make such an attempt. She herself could readily admit that if any of the others were trying to find her just to "shoot they hay" or whatever the mortals called it, she would be naturally suspicious and might even remain hidden. In spite of all this, their comings and goings would be notable enough that any effort to capture or subdue them would leave obvious signs.

The least that would happen in her case, for example, was if Eryuentia itself would be ravaged by the ensuing battle, for she would be doing all she could to fight off this threat. If she fell, then the wards surrounding the city would fall, allowing any number of greedy parties to raid the ancient city; the news of which would then arouse the curiosity of the other dragons.

But there had been no such happenings. That left only one other disturbing possibility.

Betrayal.

She could very well admit that not all dragons sought to protect the world or its inhabitants for any altruistic reasons. Most of their kind were self-serving and callous, always seeking to enrich their own secret dominions through any means necessary. The plague of Players, in fact, had been facilitated by the dragons themselves—ambitious fools in the ancient past who sought succor in abject madness. The consequences of their ill-thought actions blighted the world forevermore. Not even she knew the exact reasons for their folly, though it was certainly very grave.

And some were even fouler of brood, ones whom mortals could rightly call "evil".

They were the bastardized versions of her race, in her opinion. Filled with an indescribable madness she could not understand, they lived out the many centuries of their lives honing their deplorable craft. There were those who would spend long years crafting many a deranged scheme, pulling down kingdoms to the dust left and right, all to acquire a simple bauble to add to their collection. There were those who plumbed the depths of magic, reaching beyond even the boundaries of the Wild, to unleash their profane effects unto the world, all to soothe their overweening egos. And there were those who simply lived to destroy, who slumbered for decades before unleashing their pent-up energies in a fiery orgy of senseless destruction. Challenging them on her own was a difficult proposition, as some were dragon-lords of no middling power.

Indeed, she could well imagine a perverted mind like Cure-Elim's seeking to bring her down by colluding with the Sorcerer-King in secret. Perhaps by gaining access to some of the Player's powers, they were granted the knowledge about her in exchange. It was not out of the realm of possibility that whoever this dark unknown was, they could see the benefit of a dragon-lord's defeat, and all without even needing to unfurl one's wings or lift a single claw.

It was even possible that the dragon-lord had been the one to summon the Player in the first place. Imitating the deeds of their imprudent forebears, it was very likely for any of these malcontents out there to have repeated the same thing, to disastrous results. And if they had other nefarious plans beyond that, well…

There was one last possibility that the Player alone had been able to discern the dragon-lord's identity, without any other help. But if the Player actually had information capabilities that could discover the hidden truths of the world so readily like that, then it truly was a frightening creature that needed to be put down.

Regardless of all the possibilities, she was determined to be on guard even more. Whichever the cause might be, it was clear that she had been anticipated in some way, and it was a fool who did not fly more carefully when the weather unexpectedly grew foul.

Next, she examined the state of the Powered Suit, which had several notable damages on its surface. There was a clear hole on its back, where the impact of something powerful had smashed into it, causing a spiderweb of cracks that spread outward, marring the once pristine surface. The front part of its helm had been warped, becoming almost unrecognizable, from the fist that had drove into it like an uppercut.

It was the sort of damage that the dragon could not fix, like the other Powered Suits. Those, too, had been damaged through the years from past battles that had been epic and destructive in scope. The battles with the Demon Kings were a great example, and showed just how much powerful those creatures had been. And it seemed that the silver-armored warrior belonged to their company—and perhaps even exceeded them entirely.

She detected that aside from the obvious physical damage, none of the Suit's functions had actually been adversely affected. But blows of that caliber could have definitely injured a normal mortal who would have been inside the armor, which was another troubling thing to contemplate. The blow to the chin, for example, would have entirely decapitated a man's head clean off; or if his neck was more stubborn, then his face would have been caved in from the brutal force of the blow.

Just what kind of monster was that silver-armored warrior?

It had been surely given a "boon", some sort of item that the Players sometimes possessed, which completely negated Wild Magic at a fundamental level. That was the only means by which it could have breached her World Isolation Barrier so handily. And then afterwards, it had been able to deliver a series of attacks that she could not defend against, leading to significant damage to the Powered Suit. Its movements had been so fast that it surely could not have been human in any way.

Did that mean that there were actually two Players present now in the world? It was a disquieting thought. She had initially assumed, after the silver warrior had appeared to rescue Ainz, that the warrior was the Player instead and that the undead lord was actually some sort of minion it had used as its cats' paw.

Yet that could not be true, especially if she reflected on the words it had uttered to her. Ainz Ooal Gown had proclaimed that it was not the same as undead who only blindly hated the living and sought their destruction. It had pointed to the actions of its armies scattered throughout the kingdom, proving that the creature had some form of restraint, and that it was at least speaking the truth on the surface. It could not be completely trusted, but she could not discredit it outright. And it would take much longer time to withdraw and observe, as her instinct dictated, for it was difficult to predict what time would bring next. Inaction might be very disastrous.

She reflected back on her combat against the undead lord.

At first, she'd had a complete battle plan right from the start, intended to target the undead's known weaknesses, such as holy magic and fire. Luckily, each of her weapons already possessed the holy attribute, which meant that they should have been very effective against the undead. So the initial game plan had been to blitz through the enemy's barrage of spells by casting a wide net of anti-magic enchantments on herself, in order to strike a decisive blow upon the creature. While she did not expect to be able to obliterate it outright, she had hoped to be able to wound it enough to hobble its combat capabilities.

Unfortunately, it had not gone as smoothly as she had hoped.

She didn't exactly know how it had happened, but her anti-magic protections had melted not long after she had weathered the enemy's first barrage of spells. It was like the spells had ripped through the enchantments like a blade through silk—very effortlessly. She recalled thinking at the time that she should have gone with her first instinct and used a variant of Wild Magic as protection, and cursed herself for the lapse in judgment. That crucial decision might have just shifted the battle in her favor in a most decisive way.

She had made the Powered Suit adjust, however, using its inherent high speed to start actually evading the oncoming spells instead of taking it all head on. In those brief moments at the start of the battle, she had still been intent on landing a first strike. She was able to accomplish it in no time, thanks to the Suit's mobility and the fact that this Ainz Ooal Gown had been content to stay put. She launched her attack, wary for any traps, but nevertheless fully determined to follow through.

Then her warmace, which had been about to land a pretty decisive blow on the undead's skull, was seemingly repelled by an invisible force.

She had immediately disengaged the Suit without thinking, as prior combat instincts had ingrained that one must never be surprised in the case of a sudden reversal. It was also part of her draconic mindset, which continued to remain serene despite an obvious setback. Yet this did not stop her from instantly coming to several conclusions in that exact moment.

For one, the creature had enchantments that protected against her weapons.

She was quick to lead the Powered Suit to the side, as she knew stopping would only grant the initiative back towards the enemy. She started thinking on the spot, analyzing her enemies' moves even as she continued the assault.

She'd switched to another weapon, wanting to test if it was simply a one-time enchantment that had already been dispelled, or if it was just a matter of compatibility between her weapon and the creature's defense. A mace, a weapon typically reserved for combating undead, might have seemed like the obvious counter, but perhaps the creature had setup protections for precisely that. So she readied another weapon, drawing from the others that were floating beside her body.

By that time, her enemy had started to really bring out its best attacks. It started moving its arms in a grandiose manner, its bone hands glowing with unknown symbols. All sorts of elemental attacks launched itself towards her, forcing her to adopt evasive measures. She knew those spells could pierce her protections, and she didn't want to test if it would also pierce through the Suit's armor.

At the time, she had thought that she was fortunate to see that Ainz Ooal Gown didn't seem to possess some form of mobility, which would have allowed it to reposition. It had seen it attempt to breach the bounds of the World-Isolating Barrier by flying high, thankfully being stopped by the impenetrable field that her Wild Magic had invoked. She had half-expected it to wield those same flying capabilities in its combat, because she had a ready countermeasure for it. But for the first few seconds of combat, it had only been standing still.

As if it had heard her thoughts, the undead lord suddenly disappeared when she had been about to strike it again. Her draconic senses were not fooled—she was able to track his new location several feet to the side. It had perhaps not expected this, as when she immediately moved to intercept, it raised its arms up as if in surrender, and at the last moment caused a shimmering blue shield to appear and intercept her blow.

She'd wasted no time on that clash, immediately bringing forward her next weapon to strike.

Yet again, she struck another barrier. The moment's pause allowed it to teleport once more, appearing some distance away, its arms already winding up with another foul spell. Deciding at the last moment to test something, she grabbed one of its weapons—the long, bladed lance, and hurled it as fast as she was able at the Sorcerer-King.

That did the trick of interrupting its spellcasting, as it paused in its movement for a brief second before the lance struck home. Yet again, it had struck a barrier, but the sheer momentum of the thrown spear had forced it backward, causing a visible streak on the ground below.

She leaped forward, and with a gesture pulled back her spear from the barrier before it could be used against her, in one second, she had put the lance aside, to be used again later if needed; and then in the next used a massive claymore to swing down. Predictably, it only managed to impact the earth, as the Sorcerer-King had fled once more. But this time, she activated the enchantment woven into the steel: waves of holy light burst forth from the point of impact, and coursed through the ground like snakes. When Ainz reappeared, the waves converged on him.

"Tch!"

There was a small explosion. When the dust cleared, Ainz still stood, covered in myriad barriers all over his body.

That was good, she had thought then. She just needed to keep the creature on the defensive, and soon enough it would run out of wits or magic—whatever it needed to keep on fighting—and when it faltered, she would get a chance. And she had enough magic power to spare in keeping her link to the Powered Suit. She could fight for days, weeks perhaps, or full-on months. Great was her pedigree and ancient was her might: she would not buckle when her duty was right in front of her eyes.

Unfortunately, she had not expected that even when placed on the defensive, the Sorcerer-King yet managed to keep evading her. It was even able to strike back with its magic, clearly able to do so despite being pressured on the defensive.

At a snap of its fingers, it raised armies of the dead, skeletal warriors and translucent wraiths who harried her approach, obstacles which she swept through with little difficulty. And yet despite their being nothing more than chaff to be swept aside, they were still a hindrance, allowing the creature to retreat and weave yet another sorcery to launch at her.

Again and again, she charged; and yet again she was stymied by its slippery nature. It launched clouds of venomous insects which it destroyed with a burst of flame. It launched unholy blasts, shaped in human skulls, each screaming for her head. She felt the blasphemous touch of its curses on the armor; perhaps the only spells she had been unable to dodge completely. Luckily it seemed to be only targeted towards beings of flesh, and as such the Powered Suit was hardly affected.

She had been surprised at the quantity of the spells that Ainz Ooal Gown had used, far more than what a mortal magic caster should be able to cast; and each of them complete unknowns to her. It therefore revealed to the dragon-lord of the full breadth of the Sorcerer-King's powers as a magic caster. She realized then that had it not been for her World-Isolating Barrier, the creature could have easily escaped using yet another unknown spell.

Right then she had resolved to destroy this creature, and therefore pushed all of her effort into the assault. She attacked relentlessly, never pausing, using each of her weapons and pushing the limits of the armor to their utmost.

Eventually, she was able to exploit an opening in its casting methods, knowing precisely when it prepared a spell and when it would launch it. It used the interval to launch another strike through the thrown lance—though this was nothing but a distraction. In the next moment, she had caused the Powered Suit itself to disappear from view, cloaked in an invisibility spell and thereby causing a small instance of deception to confuse the wretched creature. Its brief moment of confusion worked to her advantage, as she was able to smite the creature with a mighty blow. Still, the creature did not fold from the attack—its form seemed far more durable than expected.

Still, it was definitely stunned, and made the creature pause, exhausted in its attacks, allowing her to exterminate it at her leisure. So great had been her relief that she had succeeded, that she had let herself stop right before her goal had been achieved. She regretted that decision even now, for the precious few moments she had given the wretch had given time for the silver-armored warrior to come in and ruin her plans. She had been so close!

But was that really true?

Even now, as she meditated inside her lair, she wondered if it had really been good timing that had prevented her slaying Ainz at the right moment. But the seed of doubt that had been planted could not stop her from wondering; wondering if even that moment had been planned all along.

It emerged from its recollection of that battle and returned to examining its current options. It next considered Ainz Ooal Gown's plea for her to help mediate the peace that was to come, a request she could hardly ignore as the Dragon-Lord. To refuse or ignore overtures of peace was not in her blood, not even when it came from an untrustworthy source. Even when she felt to her very bones that she was being deceived in some way, she could not bring herself to dismiss the petition outright.

In any case, all this just led her to believe that this Ainz Ooal Gown truly was a Player, as only those kinds of creatures had the capacity to completely ignore their own natures in the most unnatural way. It had been the same for the distant minotaur who had helped his race change their culinary ways. That was just part of their unnatural existence—a stain that warped the world in ways no one could have ever imagined.

So now the question was: were there two Players or was there still only one? And what was she to do now with this situation?

Perhaps she would get some more information directly from Azuth, who had been the one to fight the armored warrior. It was clear now in hindsight that the mortal had never had a chance against the silver-armored warrior, and that the loss of his Powered Suit had not been something that could have been prevented. But it was a monumental failure regardless, and nothing would change the fact that thanks to him, it had lost one of its precious treasures.

The man took a while to wake. When he did, his eyes instantly saw her Powered Suit's visage, looking cold and forbidding as it looked down at him.

He sat up, and wheezed, crying out in a loud voice, "Gaaah…!" He looked around wildly, his eyes scanning the empty space around them as if he was expecting something to spring out from the shadows. Then he sighed when he saw there was nothing. After a few seconds, he seemed to remember himself, as he crawled swiftly onto his knees and genuflected before the armor.

"P-please accept my apologies, oh great one! It is with my utmost regret to announce that I—I—I have failed in the mission you gave me… I… the warrior I fought was far stronger than I anticipated." His voice sounded like he was sobbing. "I—I have no excuse! But please, have mercy! I could have done nothing else!"

"Raise your head!" she barked. She had no time to entertain the mortal's sniveling, not that it ever took pleasure in that. The man cringed as he obeyed, turning his tear-stained cheeks up to look at the armor's helm. His eyes widened when they traced the trail of destruction that had been left on the armor's surface—the cracked holes and the warped metal. "Tell me now and tell me true. Where is the armor?"

"I…" He looked around. "I truly do not know. One moment I was there, engaging him with all the spells I could throw at him—then in the next moment I was there, on the ground! I didn't know what had happened! And the armor… I was no longer wearing the armor. My whole body hurt… it burned all over, as if flames were gripping it. In fact, I even thought I was dying, when darkness took me." He shivered, as if he was still reliving that exact moment.

"Azuth Aindra," she said, putting as much authority in her voice as she could muster—the voice of an angry dragon. "Tell me the story, from the start. Leave nothing out of your recollection."

Azuth proceeded to state his story: from the beginning when he had been assaulting the Sorcerer-King's army, down to when he engaged the silver-armored warrior. He told of how he had been ultimately outmatched, by a foe whose skills vastly exceeded his own.

"It was… It was very one-sided," Azuth said. "That warrior is far more powerful than he seems." He looked around, anxiously, as if that same warrior were about to emerge from the shadows once more to take its toll on him.

"You are sure it had not been destroyed?" she pressed, intent on seeking the truth.

"I—I can't be sure, my lord. But I am sure that the Suit was still active!" Azuth insisted. "Up to the last moment, I could sense it was close… I do not know if it ended up being destroyed afterwards. For that y-you have my most utmost apologies."

The dragon took a while to process all that it had heard. It truly seemed as if Azuth had not really known what had happened to the armor. But she knew knew what had happened to Azuth—the armor had been forced to eject its user.

It seemed to be some sort of enchantment that was innate to all Powered Suits. This sort of behavior had been observed in previous adventurers to whom she had granted the Suit. She didn't exactly know what had caused it, but it was possible to infer that severe battle damage could be a factor. Most of the incidents involving the Powered Suit rejecting their users came about as a result of taking a very high amount of battle damage, such as when an adventurer had been about to be tossed into seething magma. The Suit had survived, and the adventurer had appeared somewhere else close by, completely unharmed.

Still, the fact that this function had triggered wasn't the problem. It was the fact that the Suit had been taken, stripped off its link to the dragon without her sensing that it had even happened. She had not even been aware of its loss when she had made her hasty escape, and at this moment it was too late to attempt to find it, not to mention being a dangerous thing to do. And now the Suit could be anywhere in the world, a prize taken away, safely in enemy hands. And that fact enraged the dragon more than any other.

There was no other culprit than the silver-armored warrior—this same warrior that had disrupted her Barrier and damaged this Suit. It surely must some sort of Player, and that its threat was far greater than it seemed.

"I see…" The armor started pacing, a reflection of the dragon's state of mind. "I thank you for illuminating me."

Azuth sighed. He said nothing for a few seconds, only watching the dragon pace. Then, he mustered the courage to say, "What… What shall we be doing now, my lord? What must be done to… reclaim the armor?"

The dragon said nothing. The recent incursion had been more trouble than anticipated. True, it had now gleaned the nature of the Player threat in part, but it knew almost nothing about the capabilities; and more than that, who exactly the Player or Players were.

"I shall be returning to hide this armor," she said. "There is nothing to be done for now. Your service is ended, and has been appreciated." There was an air of finality to her words.

Azuth made to stand, his face and voice evidently relieved. "Ahh… yes, yes, thank you, my lord. Your mercy is as great as the gods themselves! Truly, it has been very much an honor—"

Light flashed, accompanied by the sound of keening metal.

A moment later, Azuth's lifeless, headless body collapsed to the ground. The dragon sheathed its sword and turned to the side.

Thus ended its current compact with Azuth Aindra, an adventurer who ending up doing nothing remarkable of note in her service. The mortal had had a chance to prove himself, but squandered it with this catastrophic failure. Now one of the dragon's treasures had been stolen, and she did not even know how. Clearly the mortal had been very unworthy of her indulgence.

Not a second later, flames started to consume the body, powered by Wild Magic, and commanded to destroy every last inch of the adventurer's body until all was ash. The man's secrets would burn to cinders along with him. When all was done and he was utterly consumed, the ash would be scattered all over the land by the dragon's other minions, who would be entirely unaware that they were carrying a dead piece of the man. In this way would the dragon prevent Azuth's resurrection. As unlikely as it sounded, it was taking no chances. He would not be raised from death by some unlucky accident, and made to reveal its connection to the dragon-lord.

His adventurer comrades would not even need to be told of his death—the dragon knew that he had not told them about his link to the Dragon-Lord. Oh, they would be asking questions, no doubt, and his passing would certainly not be missed. But with the situation so uncertain, and with the man's link to the Re-Estize Kingdom, it was easier to make an assumption that the man had perished during the ill-begotten war. They would always wonder, of course, but that suited the dragon just fine. Let them continue to wonder.

Now the dragon-lord needed to see what could be done about the undead king's request for mediation. She had lost the opportunity to attack and destroy the Player, for Ainz Ooal Gown was sure to be even more on his guard. She would wait and see if the undead really was true to its word or if it would renege, like a loathsome, deceptive snake. The dragon would make the necessary arrangements, as requested. It would not do to leave it alone, regardless of the outcome.

She stared at the ashes that were now smoldering on the ground, proof that a man had once lived. She thought briefly of how a new compact had to be made.

A new, promising hero had to be found, one mighty enough to bear the immense burden of what was sure to come. Someone who could be used to stand against the oncoming tide of the loathsome Players. It had to be a mortal who stood leagues above their peers, a creature formidable enough to contend with the likes of the Sorcerer-King. It could not just be another opportunistic rake, like Azuth had been. It could not just be a brute, nor a gifted scholar whose only talent was weaving magic. And even more than simple prowess, it had to have that spark—the spirit she had once glimpsed in that long-ago hero, that sang of greatness and heroism unsurpassed by any before it.

Rigrit had mentioned that her little protégé had married some impressive mortal, someone named Momon the Dark Hero. It had only been a piece of rumor that the dragon had placed to the side. But now after recent events, the dragon needed a fresh tool to use. She would need to see the mortal's measure for herself, and see if it could be utilized as a suitable replacement for Azuth Aindra.

Perhaps it was time to set up a meeting.

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Whatever Zero expected from the inside of this forbidding place, she had never expected to see, nor less experience a hot sauna bath inside.

It was not as if she had never been in a place like it before: certain grateful clients had been generous enough to grant her some time in one, as a "bonus" for a job well done. Usually, these were located in high-class brothels, which meant that Zero could also take his pick of lovely women to enjoy while she took a relaxing dip in a steaming bath. And it wasn't as if she herself didn't have the means to just give the word to the right people and get herself placed in one of those baths completely for free. She just wasn't a bath person, and something in her much rather preferred taking a dip in a river during a brisk winter morning. It did much to hone her mind and body.

It was rather ironic that she was the woman now during this exact situation, though she wasn't here to offer the service of her body towards a male guest. Rather, she was still very much the guest here, allowed to luxuriate inside a steaming bath until her cheeks turned ruddy red. Still, even if she had been given what seemed to be a wonderful privilege, she could still not find it in herself to enjoy it.

For that bastard master of Sebas Tian had flat out refused her petition to be changed back.

She'd thought she had it made, doing her part in the missions that Sebas had tasked her. She had even gone far and beyond, in her opinion, and that was usually grounds for a big reward, based on her own experience. Sebas had even promised to speak immediately with his master on that point, and the old man had fulfilled his word to the letter.

But then his Master's response had been a flat "no".

She could not even muster a response to that—well, it was not as if she had personally talked to the man himself. Sebas had been the one to break the news to her after returning from an audience with his master. He had taken her aside in private and had informed her of what the Master had said.

"The Master has informed me to tell you that he is… unable to grant your request," Sebas had said with quiet dignity.

"What?" she all but screeched. "What the hell does that fucking mean? You mean to tell me he wants me stuck like this? Fuck this, I want to talk to him, right fucking now!"

"Are you sure that is wise?" Sebas asked, as she made to storm off. She halted, aware that Sebas' voice was gently warning her about the possible consequences of her actions.

She'd taken a deep breath, and shook her head. "My apologies," she said through gritted teeth.

As she reminisced, she splashed hot air into her face and grunted in frustration. The sheer indignity she had felt on that moment still burned to this moment. But it wasn't as if she could do anything about it. She couldn't just go out and demand to be given a private audience with the master. The least she could expect was a flat-out expulsion from this place, with absolutely no chance being given whatsoever.

At worst, she could get killed.

Fortunately, Sebas was also able to bring a piece of good news to complement the bad.

"On the other hand, the Master has approved your request to remain employed under my wing," Sebas had said, while she had still been taking deep breaths, trying to get her temper under control.

"Oh he did, did he?" she had said, sneering. "Well, at least there's some good news to come out of this." That meant that for the time being, she was not going to be dismissed back to working under the Eight Fingers. She would continue to assist the old butler in his future tasks, particularly pertaining to the war situation, and the many opportunities for a good fight. Out of anything else, that was at least something for her to anticipate.

"Though I confess I do not see why you would make such a request," Sebas continued, shaking his head. "The Master has already refused you, and you can curry no favors through me. I shall ever be loyal to Master, and though great your contributions might become, I would still heed his words."

"Well, I guess that's my next goal, huh? Convincing him instead, through what I do."

"Hmmm…" Sebas had looked like he was lost in thought. "Well, perhaps it is admirable for there to be something to strive towards. I shall not impede you, if that is your desire."

"How very kind."

In retrospect, it did feel a bit odd to be granted such a request, though. Not even if the best assassins were defecting from Ijaniya could they then be just granted a big role within the Eight Fingers with no more questions asked. There was always the healthy fear and caution of accepting some sort of infiltrator. Added to that was the need to see if the new "recruit" was actually a good fit for the organization. Becoming too ambitious or discovering one's incompetence were two warning signs that always needed watching in an organization as ruthless as the Eight Fingers.

If they were already employing her at a rank that was already working so close to Sebas Tian—working under him as a direct subordinate, then that was like directly assigning some skilled gold-rank who'd fallen out of favor with the Adventurer's Guild to replace a bodyguard of a mid-level Finger executive. It felt weird as fuck, and it was just asking for trouble, in her opinion.

And that was not to mention Sebas' thoughts about the matter. She knew he was no fool. He had to have known about the implications of this. Her employment under him had been a sudden lark that she had started. Her only assumption had been that she would continue to commission her on a provisional basis only. Yet now she had become fully employed? What did it all mean?

If her life had been a bit more normal, she would have welcomed the employment, as it was exactly the sort of opportunity that a lowborn thug like her could appreciate. It brought the promise of greater status, and the attendant power that such a rise in promotion brought. There was also the promise of an even greater rank, though Zero wasn't sure she could even reach such a height. From what she saw, Sebas Tian was already of high enough rank, and she knew she would never in a thousand years exceed him.

Having to think about all this was a big headache. Even the supposedly therapeutic waters could not soothe it. She tried to sharpen her mind's focus, drawing upon the meditative stillness of the bath to soother her faculties.

Unfortunately, her attempt at meditation was interrupted when she heard a splash close by. She tensed, and opened her eyes, frowning in the direction of the disruption. She looked to the side and saw Edstrom gliding her way through the water towards her. She seemed to have left behind the other woman, Tuare, who was lounging at the far end of the baths, keeping her distance, as she had expected.

The other two women had accompanied Zero here. She could sense that the blonde was keeping her distance for some reason, as if she was wary or fearful of her presence. She had exchanged few words with her, and most of the time the girl didn't even look at Zero. That was why she had chosen this spot, far away from the girl, when she had thrown off her clothes and dipped inside the pool. If she was supposed to be feeling good here, then she didn't need some mewling sop acting skittishly around her to ruin the mood.

Apparently, Edstrom had some rapport with the girl, as she had chosen to stay with Tuare for a while. She had seen them conversing off in the distance, looking almost like a pair of noblewomen gossiping during a party. The sight of the grim executioner Edstrom, whose blades had torn through hundreds of poor saps, looking like this made her raise her brows in confusion. It was as if some demon had killed the past Edstrom and was now wearing her skin with great malice.

That she was here now obviously pointed to the fact that she now had business with her, for whatever reason.

"Greetings again, leader," Edstrom said, slipping her nubile body into the water just a few feet away.

She grunted and nodded silently. She noticed that the woman was hiding her breasts subconsciously with her arm, in contrast to Zero herself who just leaned back against the wall of the bath with her ginormous breasts looking like balloons floating on the water's surface. Well, her reticence did make sense, in a way. The last time they had seen each other, Zero had been unmistakably male, and not this stunted, unbalanced thing sporting a pair of big honkers that ever stood in the way of a good fight.

"So…" Edstrom began, gesturing to her. The unspoken question in her voice was unmistakably Zero's current condition. "Is that a long story?"

Zero grunted. She wanted to vent about the bastard who had done this, but it seemed very unwise to do that while she was still inside that very same bastard's house. She would always need to assume she was being watched and observed. And if word got around that she was badmouthing the master of the house while being a guest, then…

She shuddered.

When she saw that she wasn't saying anything, Edstrom continued, "Well, truth be told, this wasn't something I expected to see. Your… present state, I mean. I still can't entirely wrap my head around it. I've heard of potions that can make one hallucinate the opposite sex, but this…?"

Suddenly, Edstrom reached out and poked a finger into her boob. The both of them just stared for a good long minute.

Zero blinked. She had seen the hand coming a mile away, but she hadn't moved. Her body hadn't moved to stop her for some reason. Was it because she was currently marinating inside this hot pool? Or was it because she had guessed that nothing would happen? Or perhaps she was still in disbelief that Edstrom would actually dare do something as stupid as this?

A moment later, her face twisted in anger as she drew back, hissing. The water splashed around them. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

To her credit, Edstrom looked appropriately shame-faced and apologetic. "Ah, sorry, sorry, leader. I… I completely… yeah I got no excuse." She shook her head, chuckling. "It was just… a momentary mad impulse. Yeah, that's it."

"What sort of impulse is it to touch…" she took a breath. Right. If she had just still been in her normal body the touch would have been nothing. In fact, it would probably have been at least flattering; if a woman did that, it was usually an invitation to sex. That was probably the reason why her body had not reacted at all. The instincts were still there.

"Well, don't do it again," she said, settling back down into the water with a scowl. "Do try to respect personal boundaries while I'm here."

"As you command," Edstrom said, "My lady." She smirked slightly, no malice in the words but something more good-natured. Still, that didn't really please her at all.

"Are you poking my patience, Edstrom?" she said, testily.

"My pardons. But it really is a surprise to see you here," Edstrom said, glancing up towards the ceiling, which looked to be covered in marble just as the rest of the room. "After that whole… ruckus back at the Capital, we didn't see each other for a long time. And even after I was back to working for the old bosses again, I could find no trace of what happened to the other Arms. So I mostly assumed everyone else was dead."

That had also been her assumption, after undergoing suspiciously similar circumstances. It was strange to be hearing now that Edstrom still lived, and no one in the hierarchy had seen fit to inform her about the fact that a subordinate was actually still alive and kicking. With that, the Six Arms technically hadn't died, even if their small group had unofficially already been dissolved after such a monumental screw-up. And Zero had further understood that the current arrangement with the Sorcerous Kingdom had superseded the need for a security arm, not when literal monsters had now taken up that same position so readily. She assumed that there were no far more terrible creatures who had taken up the burden of wet-works and other clandestine duties, which was a very unsettling reality, she readily admitted.

When she saw that Zero had still not said anything, Edstrom continued, "So do you happen to know where the rest of them are?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "But even if everyone was still alive in some way, don't count on being recruited back. The Six Arms have been dissolved, if you didn't already know. And right now, it doesn't look like there's been some demand to bring it back in some way." Logically, it did not make sense. There always had to be a need for a group of elites, composed of an entirely neutral party that was responsible for doing the work that would not step over any one department's toes. The leaders could build up their own private armies to pursue their schemes; but they could not be leveraged to solve a certain problem, or it would be seen as trying to muscle in on another one's business. Without the Six Arms, the group was now very vulnerable to internecine warfare—were it not for the reality of their subjugation.

Edstrom pursed her lips. "I'd heard that the group wasn't needed anymore… Well, at least, that was the party line they drummed up when I came back to work. I didn't really look deeper into it."

It was entirely possible that no one who was still working in the Eight Fingers actually knew what happened to the others. Perhaps the only ones who would know would be Sebas or his Master. Still, Zero was not that keen on needling the former or the latter to tell her the exact details.

She was never the more sentimental sort, and the relationship she'd had with the Six Arms had been purely professional. They had not been some storied band of adventurers, or comrades united by a common goal; but an elite arm of enforcers who were meant to intimidate and eliminate. They only really got together when something major was down, when the situation called for maximum application. At other times, it usually only sufficed to send one or two along with a whole squad of low-level goons who didn't know shit and were freely expendable.

So no, discovering what had actually happened to those fellows was not her priority by any means. If she discovered they were alive, then what of it? The Six Arms were over as a group, and if he were being honest, so was the Eight Fingers. And if they were dead, then good riddance. Far better for them to have died without needing to face the horrible truth.

It was the same truth that dogged her to this very day: the fact that there was always something or someone far stronger. Those fools had been just like her from before: unable to see what true strength meant even if it was right in front of their eyes. And now she had an opportunity to observe strength right in front of her eyes—a genuine thing that few were ever privileged to witness. It was as if she was seeing history writ in front of her eyes. If Sebas had not belonged to his odious master, then Zero would have believed he was destined for greatness; perhaps as a founder of a kingdom, or a religion.

She lay back and sank a little deeper into the hot water, after exhaling a long sigh. She turned her mind off of thinking about the Eight Fingers. Her thoughts now turned to other ruminations.

For example, what would her new life be like now that she was "officially" employed to work under Sebas Tian? Would it be an easier life than when she was under the Eight Fingers, or would they start finding a way to work her down to the bone? As with any sane being, she did not appreciate being treated like dirt, but that was different when one's life literally hung in the balance. They had born her life in their hands, and had then freed her at their sufferance. In doing so, they had bound her life to theirs irrevocably, which meant that she could no longer escape the arrangement easily.

Then again, that Sebas didn't seem like the type to be a strict disciplinarian. Despite his rigid mannerisms, his temperament was far gentler, like the calm, storm-free ocean. It made her head feel strange to think about him, almost like a nagging feeling that wouldn't go away.

She had thought of escape many times. Years of working as a rogue among rogues had allowed her to plan for the event of a massive fuckup that would need her burning all her bridges and going to ground for the rest of her life. She was no longer sure if she could count on her contingencies anymore—much of it had been tied up in the Re-Estize Kingdom, which was now being conquered by a foreign country. And she knew full well that if she did attempt to escape, they would just chase her down and do something even more horrible than death. And Sebas would be right there at the front.

She tried not to dwell on the negatives. She shook her head, and once more endeavored to find peace.

What she did look forward to were the possible small spars she could convince Sebas to make with her, something which she looked forward to with more than a little delight. Even if she might lose every single one, and even if she would never have any hope of even touching him, she was definitely going to enjoy being able to fight someone who was far stronger than her. And in the end, she would survive it, live for another day, and issue another challenge later; because it was just a spar. Again and again she would experience the thrill of combat. It was the sort of adrenaline rush that few drugs could ever replicate.

"Uhhh… leader? Zero? What are you smirking about?"

She blinked, and returned to the present. Across the steaming water, Edstrom was peering at her with a puzzled look, her head cocked to the side.

Zero shifted in the water and cleared her throat. "It's none of your business."

"Oh really?" Edstrom snorted. "Keep your thoughts. Anyway, there was something I wanted to ask, actually."

"I really don't know where the others are, so you can stop asking," she said, snorting dismissively.

"No, not about that," Edstrom said, flicking her wrists dismissively. "No, I'm more interested in how you're feeling. Are you still attracted to the wenches, despite being transformed? How does that feel? I'm very curious."

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The question had been so unexpected that all she could do was gape. "What sort of…" she spluttered. "What sort of stupid notion is that? Of course I haven't changed! I am still Zero, no matter what!" She leered at her. "And I still would like nothing more than to ravage you… well, secretly that is. Cock or not, mine overbearing lust would find a way." Perhaps she would do what the whores in her experience had claimed to be able to do: please another woman.

"Wait what? You saw me as a woman?"

She shrugged. "Who would not? If you're wondering why I never propositioned you though, then it's not because of any other reason than the fact that we were working together. I didn't want the bullshit." She had witnessed it herself, when co-workers suddenly started shacking up together. Something, or someone, would muck it up, and the end result was messy. When she wanted a fuck, it was always no strings attached.

Edstrom raised her brow. "Well, that's eye-opening. I didn't know you felt that way, but thank you for the compliments."

She grunted. "Compliments aren't the only thing I'll be giving you if you don't stop with the stupid questions."

Edstrom chuckled. "You better be careful about threatening me with a good time like that. I'm Sebas' woman now, if you must know." She puffed out her chest, looking mighty proud of that statement.

"Now if anything here is downright bizarre, there is that," she said, shaking her head. "I will admit that I do not know much about you, and what men you prefer to sleep with is your own damned business. But that guy? That fucking old geezer?" She just couldn't see how anyone could find the man attractive, as a woman. She then glanced towards the blonde on the far side of the pool. "And that's another thing, isn't she Sebas' main woman? Fair to assume he's also fucking that. And somehow you're fine with it?"

"Oh come now, leader," Edstrom said, giggling. "I did not take you for some sort of strict traditionalist. There's many forms and expressions of love, as long as everyone involved agrees to it. In my case, I care not if Sebas already has other women. Why, that is just proof of his superiority! Is he not the perfect man to whom one can just bind their life? He is the perfect male whose seed I wish to bear…" She glanced down, beneath the water's surface, to where she was palming her flat belly. "…Whose children I would have killed to chance to birth."

Zero scratched her head. Though she was currently transformed, she still could not see Edstrom's perspective. It was completely alien to her. "Still though, that Sebas?" She thought about it. While that guy definitely fit the bill of someone "alpha", there was nothing remarkable about him other than his superior strength—which he had already accomplished.

Then again, she had spied him leaving the room right before she had come here—that was when Edstrom together with Tuare and Sebas had gone into a room to fuck. She had not known at the time, so when she had knocked to tell Edstrom she wanted to go into the bathroom, Sebas had emerged, and he had been still shirtless. She'd caught herself staring at his magnificent chiseled chest, which was in quite contrast to his aged expression, that it had taken her a while to answer his questions.

"You're blushing," Edstrom said.

She blinked, as horror and embarrassment rushed through her. "What? What the hell are you talking about, fool?"

"Were you thinking about something shameful? You must know that looking as you are now, your expression's a lot clearer to see than before," Edstrom said, chuckling.

"It was nothing," she spat, crossing her arms over her breasts—an impossible thing to do, which was why she settled for crossing them underneath.

"Is that so?" Edstrom said, with raised brow. She didn't dignify that with another response. She glanced down towards her breasts. "With honkers like that though, you should try man-hunting for once. It'll be a good opportunity to experience something new!"

"These goddamned breasts won't stay anymore than necessary!" she snarled. "Annoying damned things, you're delusional if you expect a born warrior like me to tolerate these useless appendages!" She took a breath, suddenly recognizing her flared up anger. She sighed. "Well, if you were really impressed, then you won't need to wait to 'experience' them yourself, once your brat's a bit grown inside you. That's what happens, doesn't it? I've seen many a woman's bust balloon like they were cows."

"Perhaps," Edstrom said, squishing her own pert boobs. "Though hopefully not to the same degree as that half-elf's… Now that was an impressive increase."

Zero cocked her head. "Half-elf?"

Then there came a noise from the door. Zero and Edstrom glanced towards it.

"Well, speaking of 'big breasts'…" Edstrom muttered.

A woman had entered the baths. It was a dark-haired woman, with striking red eyes and fair skin. The other most apparent feature she had were the large pair of breasts that were hidden behind a cloth wrap around her midsection, each individually as large as her head. As Zero watched her saunter over to the side of the pool, she noticed that she didn't seem to be troubled by her boobs spilling and swirling all over the place. Damn, was there some sort of secret to it?

"I think she's got you beat, boss," Edstrom said, chortling.

After a beat, the woman shrugged off the cloth around her body, exposing her complete nakedness for all to see, before she crouched down and dipper her legs in the hot water.

"Good day to you, Ueda-san!" the woman named Tuare said.

The woman grunted something in reply that she couldn't hear. Slowly but surely she immersed her body into the water, her stern face visibly relaxing as she sank. After a while, she opened one eye and glanced around. Her eyes went towards the far side of the pool, sliding over Edstrom, then widening when she beheld Zero. The woman gave her an appraising look which Zero returned with a stony countenance.

Then the woman said, hollering, her voice echoing against the marble walls, "Oi, are you another one of Sebas' bitches?"

"…The fuck you say?" Zero said, her eyes narrowing. "I'm just someone employed under him." She wanted to add, "you fucking bitch", but something about the woman made her stop.

Her years of experience had given her a sense of danger when it came to evaluating other people. It had been honed even further by her encounter with Sebas, who had been the very first one to fool her into underestimating an enemy. And right now, she was able to glimpse a tiny hint of this Ueda's power, like a glint of bright armor hiding behind a simple ragged cloak. This woman was dangerous, in some way, and she knew she would have to tread carefully as long as she remained an unknown. It was the instinct of a rat, and that was how a rogue like her could live and fight another day.

"Ah, is that so?" the woman named Ueda said. She shrugged, as if the answer did not interest her in any way. "Well then."

A tense silence followed, something that even Edstrom seemed to sense, as she had withdrawn to her own corner of the pool, as if she was hiding herself from view. For Zero, it was like she was staring at a gigantic snake curled in the corner of the room.

"Um… Well…" Tuare said. She cleared her throat. "How… have you been, Ueda?"

"Hm?" The woman went down beneath the surface before resurfacing and making a big splash with her moist hair. "Oh, I've been very fine, actually. You may not have noticed, but I'm in a particularly good mood."

"Oh?" Tuare asked, smiling faintly. "And why is that?"

The woman breathed out a sigh, as if she was used to hearing the same sort of questions and could barely bring herself to answer it. "Well, easily because my exalted Master has been granting me my requests. I have been working hard, as it were, on the warfront, assisting the efforts of his soldiers where I can."

Zero raised her brow, feeling just a bit interested. Beside her, Edstrom had also stirred from her isolation, opening her eyes slightly as if she was listening in to the Ueda woman's words.

"What sort of work is it?" Tuare asked.

"Well, it utilizes my specialty: long-ranged divination and observation." The woman shook her head. "Ran into a bit of trouble, which was quite unexpected. But we—I mean, I was able to handle it just fine."

"You were able to complete your duties then?" Tuare continued to ask.

"Yes, if you must know. Then I went straight here, after tidying up what I could. I now wait to brief the Most Exalted Lord about my efforts—and perhaps finally receive the reward I so deserve." Ueda chuckled. "Sadly, I could not find him yet, and thus I may need to return later instead of having some other fool report for me."

"Oh, but isn't that guy back?" Zero blurted out.

The two of the others froze, before their eyes turned towards him. The woman Ueda in particular looked as if she had gone a bit crazy. "What did you say?"

Zero felt a bit taken aback by the intensity of her gaze. "…I heard about it from some blonde maid running around," she said. Truthfully, she had not talked to the maid, but her ears had overheard her conversation with another maid, regarding the subject that had just been broached. "Apparently your master's been rather busy, wherever he is."

Ueda continued to stare at her for a few more seconds. Then she stood up, causing hot water to splash like a torrent all over. She quickly vaulted over the edge, and snatched up her towels in one go. She then strode away back towards the entrance, while yelling, "Wait for me, Master! I shan't let this chance go to waste!"

A moment later she was gone, and silence returned to the room.

"The hell was that all about?" Edstrom said aloud, breaking the silence.

Zero cricked her neck and chuckled. "Some fool womanly impulse, no doubt."

Edstrom rolled her eyes. "In case you didn't notice, leader, you're one yourself now."

"Just for the moment," she said, dismissively.

She was curious, but not to the extent of sticking her neck out. Whoever or whatever that was, she was in no worry to discover her actual nature. Now that she had this cushy job under Sebas, she had all the time in the world to enjoy herself. She leaned back and closed her eyes, sighing as the warmth of the pool suffused her. There were problems aplenty in her immediate future, but she wouldn't think about those just yet.

---

The time he spent since the debriefing was devoted to one thing and one thing only. It was to enjoying the lovely bodies of his mother as much as he could, delighting in the pleasure of his union with each and every one of them.

Presently, Ainz was seated inside their orgy rooms, relaxing onto a bed of cushions, his legs spread wide as Zesshi sat between them. Her head was bent forward, steadily bobbing up and down as she used her mouth to worship his cock. Her glossy black hair was gathered to one side of her face, which was tilted in such a way that he could watch her loving service clearly, as she planted her luscious red lips directly on the tip of his glans, which felt warm and pleasant against his skin. Zesshi's cheeks hollowed inward as she reverently laid kisses all around the flared tip, making pleased sounds in the back of her throat.

"Ainz-sama, oh Ainz-sama," she said, through small whispers in-between kisses, her eyes tilted upward and locked on his. Her lips opened a bit, allowing her to slide her mouth down the head. He felt her moist tongue start to play against the tip, laying the first batches of saliva on the slick surface. His prick had just recently been in several other holes, which then meant that Zesshi was cleaning him off. He felt her warm breath blowing gently down his shaft as she exhaled in small bursts. The rumbling sounds, like a cat purring, coming from within her throat intensified as she continued her gentle cock-worship.

She continued to lavish attention to just his glans with her lips and tongue for a long time: landing bird-like pecks, or licking and flicking her tongue like a thirsty cat. Ainz felt the pressure in his balls rise as he witnessed her perform her expert fellatio. He knew she'd had plenty of experience in their months together, and added to the fact that she was a God-kin meant that she had leveraged her impressive capabilities into honing her cock-sucking skills.

Then she tightened her mouth, and began to twist her face several times over his cock. Slowly, a trail of her clear, foamy saliva poured down the sides of his cock, before pooling in places beneath. It felt like something warm and syrupy was descending down his cock, so sloppy and thick.

*Slurp!*

Using the prodigious spit, she sucked her cheeks inward and lathered out more and more gobs of it over his cock. It was almost as if her saliva had become a cleaning agent, which she was determined to use in cleansing his cock. It was very endearing to watch, and he knew it was a prelude to the rest of her fellatio.

He grasped her head and combed his fingers through her hair gently, causing her eyes to squint in delight. He rubbed her slightly pointed ears, and sighed as a chilly wave of pleasure descended his spine.

"Mmphhhaaahhh…" *Slurp!* "Ainz-shamaaa…" Her eyes were glazed with a combination of all-consuming lust and utmost devotion. It was hard to believe that there was once a time when she (in her own words) was an aloof, no-nonsense warrior who had not expected much of anything from the world. And yet here she was, giving him head as if she had been born to be a cock-sucking whore and not the descendant of powerful Players. Obviously, Ainz felt a little more powerful to know that fact—that though the blood of Players stranded in this world like him flowed in her veins, she had still ultimately chosen to be his lover. Or perhaps, if one looked at it in another way, it was destiny to be with a descendant of someone from Yggdrasil. Ainz didn't really think too much about that; she was a woman he enjoyed all the same.

She folded her drenched fingertips around his shaft. She lifted it to an upright position before she licked up his cock's slimy underside. "Mmpphh…" she hummed, her eyes clenched with warm happiness as she slowly dragged her tongue upward. As her tongue went up, it gathered pieces of his other lovers' juices and her own saliva into frothing mess inside her mouth. When she reached the sensitive area beneath the bulbous hood, she withdrew her tongue, swallowing all that had been gathered with an audible gulp. Then she licked her lips, as if she had just been licking some delectable candy.

Her face descended, going down for more, licking his cock with long strokes, cleaning him up and swallowing everything as soon as she reached the head. Small, throaty hums sounded every time she gulped down—each sounding so charged and erotic that his cock couldn't help but twitch in pleasure.

Her beautiful face was literally stuck to his crotch, her head moving up and down as she continued to worship him lovingly. Her velvet-smooth tongue was hot as it continuously caressed his length.

Then, she paused, as if she was gathering herself for another round. Then slowly, she rose, bringing her lovely pursed lips to the head of his long, throbbing prick to kiss at the bulbous tip. She smiled at him, an unspoken question in her eyes.

"Keep going," he commanded, knowing this was what she wanted.

She nodded in assent, and slid her mouth over his cock until the tip slipped between her lovely red lips. He felt her tongue within, sliding back and forth, over and around the cocktip resting just within her mouth, with lively energy. *Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!* Such were the sounds her mouth made as she moaned into his cock, savoring the flavor of his meat. She wrapped her fingers around the bast, using it to keep his cock firmly embedded in her mouth despite her vigorous movements.

"Deeper," he urged, fisting his hands in her black hair.

She opened her lips lightly, slowly forcing more of his cock within. Like all his lovers, Zesshi was used to the length and size of his cock, particularly as he usually kept it to the "standard" size, for uniformity. Still, they each had their different capabilities, and Zesshi remained among the more resilient of his mothers. Her body was adaptable, though not to the extreme as Solution Epsilon (and she was an entirely different species). Even when Ainz copied the anatomy of that ogre he had killed, only Zesshi was among the very few who had dared to ride him in that condition, and had even "persevered", if one wanted to call it that. This was earlier in her pregnancy, when such extreme kinks were still rather the norm. He had been impressed at her devotion, and at her body's relative flexibility. He suspected that that was one way she was lording it over the others like Albedo, who at times seemed rather amateurish when compared with the half-elf. (Though he would never say that out loud, as some instinct within him told him it was a very bad idea)

As an example, today she easily swallowed down full three-fourths of his cock without cease, his tip easily slipping between her throat muscles as if they were meant to be inserted there all along. She looked like she didn't feel discomfort at all at swallowing down his engorged cock.

When she had reached the utmost limit of how much she could take him in, she started suckling on his meat like it was a piece of candy. Her cheeks hollowed as she continued to make loud sucking noises. Ainz felt the sensation inside her tightening mouth become like an inescapable vice of pleasure that seemed intent on milking him dry. Her tongue continued to dance and move inside, lathering all over his cock, even as drool started dripping down the corners of her mouth. With her jaw thus pried wide open, she could only look up at him in loving wonder, as her mouth clenched and sucked and drooled all over his length, giving him a continuous humming pleasure that only continued to build up more and more.

Then she laid still, as if she was waiting for something from him. That was when he understood—she wanted him to take her mouth to violate it as was his right. All his mothers liked him to take charge, but Zesshi seemed to have a specific fetish for being used (or abused) as a tool made only for sex by Ainz.

He buried his fingers inside her hair, which was now a little more unkempt and sweatier, and used it like a handle to push his cock deeper inside her mouth. Her throat started to open up for him more, willingly accepting even more of his length as he pushed himself inside. She started to breathe a little more rapidly, though her face didn't look strained at all. About the only clue that she was at all discomfited by the prick lodged inside her throat were the beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Despite the apparent difficulty, she swallowed his shaft dutifully and managed to adjust where few of his other lovers could—such was the testament of the body that she had inherited from her Player blood.

He started thrusting his hips forward, treating her mouth as if it was a pussy. At this stage of her pregnancy, it was one of the safer things he could do to have intercourse with her. She didn't much care how rough he was with her—though he made sure to never go overboard as he usually did. For this particular moment though, his initial thrusting was merciless, causing all sorts of loud smacking sounds to reverberate from where his balls slapped her chin and he fed her the full serving of his meatrod.

Then he started to alternate: withdrawing until just his head was stuck inside her smeared lips, making her suck on it. *Slurp! Slurp!* Then, he pushed inside and made several deep strokes inside her throat, almost as if he was caressing her voicebox with his cock. Then he pulled back, allowing her to exhale as an excess of drool came dripping down in slimy webs from where her mouth joined his cock. And all throughout, her tongue never stopped moving, helping to suck in the excess saliva as if it was the tastiest thing in the world.

Through all this, his eyes never once broke contact with hers, as if their connection was made all the stronger by the way their gazes held constant. He could see in her lust-filled eyes the adoring, amorous loyalty that exemplified all that his mothers held in their own ways. And yet it was with Zesshi which fascinated him most, as she was his first in a way: the very first conquest, the mother of his firstborn, and that had created a sort of bond that could not be easily explained. She was always ready to be his no matter what, and that pleased him immensely as a man.

When she sucked his cock, technique blended with passion and devotion to ensure that it would always be a heavenly experience. She sucked cock as if she had been born to suck cock. She would work slavishly on him for hours if she were allowed (and one time she did do just that), and she would allow him to use her as he was doing now on some other times. There was never any hesitation, no qualm about it—she was his woman, and her body was his to use as he saw fit. She would crave his taste, his texture, his cum—she was as a whore whose only desire as payment was his ejaculate, and she would prefer nothing else.

She moaned, unable to speak coherent words, even when his cock slipped free, ever so slightly, from her mouth. But the message was clear. If he was close to cumming, then she wanted it. She wanted it all, and to prove this her head went back down and continued sucking in earnest, as if she absolutely thirsted for his seed and wanted nothing else to sate it.

"Hmmphhhh…! Hmmppph..! Hmmmphhh…!"

Ainz sighed, and sank into the pleasure of her mouth readily. His senses concentrated on her pillowy lips, and the smooth, gliding sensation of her velvet passage over his cock. Up and down, up and down, then down and up; rinse and repeat, while her tongue continued to flail around his length desperately. She was breathing heavily now, but not from exertion—it was shameless arousal, as her tongue flicked around the opening of his glans, as if desperate to coax his cum from within the depths of his balls.

The bobbing of her head almost became like a blur as she swallowed his cock to the base, pushed it back out to just the tip, then swallowed it again. Her whole mouth was working in overdrive, a flurry of sensation unique to that of the natural state of the cunt or the vindictive pressures of the asshole. More and more saliva dripped down his shaft every time she pulled her head back. Her throat made some sort of gargling sound, the purr had become something else entirely, and she sounded like a beast desperate for one drop of nourishing elixir.

"Zesshi! I'm.. almost.. sorry..!"

"Mmrghh..!"

Fortunately for her, he felt it coming, churning inside his balls with a fury. His legs slackened, spreading wide as the font of searing, white-hot pleasure exploded from within his crotch. It felt as if rivers of something hot and molten streaked through his shaft from the engine in his ballsacks, before smashing out through his glans in great spurts of white. He could scarcely remember the first volleys, as stars seemed to burst in his vision, his whole body seemingly engulfed in massive waves of electricity as the momentous orgasm rocked his body. He couldn't help but grunt as the waves struck, his fingers firmly grasping her hair as he delivered his molten ejaculate straight into her mouth.

Predictably, she was prepared for him when she sensed that he was close. She worked her throat around him, wrapping her tongue around his length and keeping him in place so he would never be able to cum except deep inside her. For a good long moment she waited, her insides ready to be filled by his volatile seed.

The first volley shot straight down her gullet, spreading that delicious warmth all through her body. Then the second spurt came splattering all over her throat, causing her to make desperate gulping motions before she could be overwhelmed. The third and the next waves that came after struck quickly without abandon, and she continued to gulp it down, as if it was delicious honey. Her throat vibrated as she made a long moan—apparently she had also reached her own climax, her body shuddering from the intense pleasure of receiving her master's precious life-giving semen.

More ropes of cum continued to burst down her throat, and she never failed to swallow it all down. And yet the quantity started to exceed what she could reasonably force down her throat in time, and soon, he saw her cheeks start to swell from the magnitude he was depositing in her. He could feel her hot breaths puffing loudly and repeatedly on his crotch, as if she was desperate not to spill a single bit of seed.

It was fortunate that his orgasm abated as it did, for it seemed clear that no amount of Player-blood could allow for the quantity of semen now veritably swimming inside her mouth. With his cock still embedded inside her throat, she struggled to drain all that had gathered between her cheeks down her maw with all the rest. With his cock so enmeshed with her inner flesh, he could feel every single one of her movements, and he marveled at the way she was so devoted in cleaning up his mess. It made him ejaculate just a bit more, his body seemingly recognizing that it must conquer this hole, that despite the lack of a womb to inseminate, it was no less appetizing a target for all his jizz. Slowly, but surely, she was able to swallow everything, until her mouth started making suckling sounds, and it was clear that the tide of pleasure had passed.

She withdrew from his cock slowly, making sure he could savor every inch of his exit. Then he held his glans inside her mouth, closed her mouth like a seal, and made several sucking motions, intent on clearing everything his balls could offer. The sudden movement made a spike of pleasure course through his spine, giving him what she wanted—a few more spurts which she gladly received with her tongue with a triumphant smile.

In the next moment, she had pushed his cock out, now glistening with her saliva, and opened her mouth. She held out her tongue, upon which was the frothing remains of his last bit of semen. After showing him proof of her devotion, her tongue curled back inward and she made an audible gulping noise, to signify to him that she had received everything. A smile of contentment came to her sweat-lined, glinting face, her visage practically beatific as she laid her head on his thighs.

"Puu… haaah…" she said, sighing. She blinked, and looked up at him. "Thank you for the meal, Ainz-sama!"

"Ahhh…" he said, patting her head. "No, Zesshi, thank you for that."

She licked her lips saucily. "I'm always hungry for you and yours, Ainz-sama."

"Haha…" he chuckled.

He looked around, and spotted a pair of eyes that were staring at him in anticipation.

"Well then," he said, gently pulling Zesshi to her feet.

"Wha-?" she squawked, protesting. "What is it, Ainz-sama? I thought we could—"

"I know," he said, patting her on the head. "But I've put off those two for long enough. And you know I want to be fair to each of you."

"Hmmm… alright," she said, pouting, as she turned to look at where his attention was. Over there, seated on cushions, were Lupusregina Beta and Clementine. The two of them had opted to be placed last in the queue during the orgy, as they had something "in store" for him. Whatever it was, he was curious now, and he would come back to Zesshi afterwards.

Zesshi went to lie on her own cushion as he approached the two other pregnant women. One was the blonde adventurer-killer whom he had decisively tamed into being his rutting lover, and the other was one of the Pleiades who served him faithfully, the red-haired, dusky Lupus.

---

Zesshi watched her lover go attend to the other women in his circle. She had heard Lupusregina and that Clementine mention that they had something in "surprise" for Ainz-sama, which she surmised to be some sort of new sex technique. Her guess ended up being the correct one as she saw Ainz talk to the two of them, the women smiling lasciviously as they got up from the cushion to get into position.

Just going by the way they were moving, Zesshi was able to get a sense of what they were trying to do. It was obvious in hindsight, but then again, those two had been very secretive about what they had planned.

At first they sat facing each other, such that their rotund bellies were pressed lightly against the other woman's. Then they each grabbed hold of Ainz's cock, and guided it towards the junction where their bellies were stuck together. She heard Ainz make an approving groan as they let his rigid shaft squeeze in through the tight fissure made by their joined bellies.

"Oh wow…" she heard Ainz say. "Now this… this is something else."

Lupusregina giggled, and whispered something she didn't deign to hear. Both women's faces were blushing completely, while Ainz's hips started to move, making him rock his cock in and out of that tight pregnant space.

She didn't know if she wanted to interject that their idea hadn't been anything so novel. She had thought about it months ago. But there had been no one else she trusted enough, with whom she could do it together. The "outsiders" of Nazarick were too skittish about orgies as a rule. Only the pair of Calca and Kelart could have worked together on something like this, but those two weren't as adventurous with their kinks as someone like Shalltear. And Clementine, of course, was disinclined to do anything, except perhaps her apparent rapport with Lupusregina Beta, which was now demonstrated before her eyes.

Well, she would get one over Ainz next time. She could afford to be more adventurous in the days following the birth, where she could think of new ways of seducing her lover. It was only just a matter of time.

She felt a little melancholy, considering the fact that just a few moments before she had owned that cock. She rather felt a tad bit more possessive than usual over it, especially after she had been so determined to clean out the other mother's stains from its surface.

For despite everything, she was very much possessive of the man who owned that particular cock. He had been hers from the very start. And even when she knew he was not one whose greatness could just be contained by her own self, she still held that zealous desire to keep him all to herself, to monopolize the glory of having his sole attention on her alone.

It was a desire she knew the others also harbored, in their own way. One needn't look further than those two smothering Ainz's cock between their pregnant bellies—from the bellicose Clementine to the mercurial Lupusregina. The mere fact that they were doing this ow was their own way of monopolizing his attention for that moment.

Zesshi turned her head towards the pile of bodies resting a few feet behind Ainz, consisting of the many women who had been fucked unconscious before she had fellated Ainz. There was Albedo, whose asshole had been well-lubricated by a soup of Ainz's seed, which was now leaking and drying from that same hole. Beside her was Shalltear in her adult form, whose insolent attitude had earned her the full brunt of Ainz's assault. And then there was Cixous, the maid who had been newly appointed to the mother's ranks, whose body was curled beside them. All three women were dozing off, their endurance spent after the vigorous lovemaking with the Master.

Ainz's return had come as a surprise, especially to her in particular. While she never feared that he would renege on his promise to come back in time for the birth, he had never given a solid, precise moment. So, while she had expected him to appear in front of her at any given time, she was effectively kept in a state of suspense, constantly jumping around in anticipation for his return.

She could readily admit to feeling a little emotional to be greeted by Ainz, and to having vented her emotion in a sloppy, clingy way. She had hugged Ainz and wailed into his chest, waves of relief crashing right into her body.

Unfortunately, their reunion could not lead to something more, as news had seemingly traveled fast. The other mothers had also converged then and there, mere minutes after her moment with Ainz, and had then had their own touching reunions with their lover. They all swarmed over him like eager feeders, each desperate to sate their hunger that his absence from their lives had wrought.

Zesshi fully expected an orgy to begin then and there, but Ainz seemed to have something else on his mind, as he had commanded that there was to be a debriefing of sorts in the grand chamber. She was able to sense from his voice that it was something serious, because Ainz was never the sort to refuse sex outright, particularly not when a great number of women were asking it of him so eagerly. That meant he was taking it seriously.

Unfortunately, Zesshi could not really join them in the debriefing, as she had been commanded by the healers to take it easy. They had even said that any level of sex above "vigorous" was strongly discouraged, for the sake of the triplets. And so in the meantime, she oversaw the preparation of this very room, together with the maid Cixous, all so that the lovemaking could occur without wasted time as soon as they were done. She was admittedly curious about what had disturbed Ainz, but she resigned herself to asking about it later. It was proof of her boundless love and loyalty to him that she knew he would not fail in his self-appointed task, and that she was going to be safe no matter what.

Ainz had returned soon, and when he came to this room, he almost looked like he was wearing Albedo and Shalltear, who were each already half-naked and were furiously clawing at his clothes. The door had hardly closed behind them, sealing them within wards of privacy, before Ainz took it upon himself to fall upon the eager sluts, starting with Albedo.

---

"Yes, yes, oh, yes, ohhh yes, Ainz-sama..! Ainz-sama..!" She had watched as Ainz's first partner was pushed against the enormous bed at the center of the room, her body angled in such a way that there was no strain to her pregnant belly. Though Albedo had long been given permission by the healers, Ainz was still being cautious about being making her body go through strenuous work.

She and the others swarmed Ainz from behind as he mounted Albedo, with Zesshi securing her spot along his side. She'd hardly had the time to strip off her clothes, but thankfully she was always wearing a long maternal robe that the healers had bad her wear—it did nothing for personal protection, but it would help in the case of an emergency.

Zesshi hooked her arms around his as his erection shimmered—turning slick with the secretions of a creature whose fluids doubled as both an aphrodisiac and lubrication. Both were sorely needed: as Ainz had seemed intent on claiming Albedo's asshole this time around, to Zesshi's surprise.

"Are your ready for your punishment?" Ainz said, pushing the tip of his cock against her precious little anal ring. Having been on the receiving end of anal herself, Zesshi knew that her lover was never one to hold back. Should one request anal from Ainz, one should be prepared to have one's bunghole ravaged mercilessly, as she could attest. He would not stop, not even when the combined pleasure and pain was enough to overwhelm one's senses. As such, sodomy was typically something of a punishment if Ainz was not asked, something of a way to physically chastise someone using his impressive cock.

(As an aside, Zesshi was proud to have been the only one to endure a whole anal session with Ainz—she thanked her blood for such an advantage)

"My lord, has Albedo actually displeased you?" she said sweetly. She could well imagine the Overseer's angry glare at her seemingly impudent question.

"Shut up you—"

"Albedo." Ainz's short, abrupt response shut her up in time, and she obeyed the unspoken command to be quiet.

"Nothing for you to worry about, Zesshi. This is between me… and her," Ainz said with a grunt, as he kept on using Albedo's fluids to lubricate his cock.

"Oh, Albedo has been so naughty," Shalltear said, chortling, from the other side.

She wondered if it had anything to do with the debriefing she hadn't joined. Well, she was curious, but she would not step in the way of her lover's fun. "I see," she said. "Well, do not let me impede you, my love."

Ainz had not been gentle in pressing inside, breaching the constrictive muscles around the entrance. Albedo gasped loudly, her fingers clutching the cover desperately. He continued to feed her rear with his cock until the full length had sheathed inside her rectum, stretching the small star-shaped hole into something that needed to gape to accommodate his prodigious size.

"Hmph!" Ainz grunted, as he thrust home, his thighs slapping into Albedo's ass, her pale skin rippling. Zesshi stuck her tongue out and licked Ainz's ear, while staring side-eyed at the Overseer now writhing on the bed at the end of the Master's prick. The long months by his side had lent Zesshi the ability to sense Ainz's moods, and in this very moment she could tell he was angry.

"Ainz-sama! Ainz-sama!" she wailed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorr—ooh… oooohhhh…!"

Without further ado, Ainz started sliding in and out, fucking her tiny arsehole freely with all the lubricant that had now been lathered liberally. Zesshi watched, fascinated, as Albedo's tight anus muscles twitched all over his cock. From experience she knew that her rear hole was desperate to push out the foreign invader, and the effort involved would end up wringing even more pleasure out of both participants. Smirking to herself, Zesshi reached up to pull Ainz's chin towards her. Their lips met, and she could sense his desperate pleasure through his tongue, clear proof that Albedo's anal folds were playing their role milking his cock eagerly. Well, that was to be expected of her chief rival.

"Yes! Ainz-sama! Yes!" came Albedo's almost breathless cries. "You're filling me up so good! So, so good! Hyaaahhnnn…!" Zesshi sensed the subtle shudder beneath Ainz's skin, and knew that he had been close to filling Albedo's bowels then and there with his jizz, but managed to barely hold on. It didn't help that Zesshi and the others were distracting him with their own attentions on his body, such as Shalltear flicking and kissing his nipples.

After a full moment of him still buried inside her asshole, Ainz slowly resumed thrusting, as if he had gotten the pleasure under control. When he slowly pulled back out, Zesshi watched her anus slide along his cock. Albedo practically screamed, "You're… so… big… so big…! Please don't stop! Fill me..! Breed me..!"

As if in response to her earnest pleas, Ainz shook off both Shalltear and herself, grabbed Albedo's sensual waist, and then started fucking her full stop. She could sense that Albedo's body was being assaulted by the most exquisite of sensations, that curious amalgamation of pain and pleasure that anal intercourse could bring. Ainz thrusted deep and fast, ensuring that the sensation of her entrance being pried open was repeated, over and over, to mind-shattering results.

"Yes…" she breathed. "Yes…! Yes…!"

Shalltear was quick to return to clinging to Ainz, clutching onto his shoulder for dear life as his body continued to move with increasing speed. Zesshi hung back, knowing that the sudden motions he was making might be bad for her twins. It was so close now to her promised due date, and she would not jeopardize them for anything. She contented herself to watching her lover claim his due—aside from being personally on the receiving end of his attention, was there any other greater pleasure than seeing him dominate some other woman?

Almost without thinking, Zesshi started fingering herself, stimulating her clit and rubbing her breasts as Ainz continued violating Albedo's asshole. Small bursts of milk came spewing out her laden breasts as she touched her thick, darkened nipples. Though she was one step removed from the center of the action, she still felt as if she was being pleasured indirectly. She was deriving her pleasure solely from the sight of her lover dominating all in his path, surrounded by all these powerful women braying for his cock. It was the ultimate proof that she had chosen correctly, that the specimen of man whose seed she had chosen to quicken inside her womb was indeed worthy, out of all the rest.

Albedo was practically pulling her asscheeks apart in a lascivious way, as was her wont. Ainz's hips continued to jet back and forth, his senses entirely focused into the act of spreading apart her intestinal walls. Albedo howled and wailed; her own senses overwhelmed by all the overflowing sensations. Again and again, he drove his cock down inside her, while her rectum tightly gripped his cock. Again and again, he moved, the loud, slapping sounds of their lovemaking filling the orgy room with the clear proof of their depravity.

Then, as Ainz's body stood stock-still, signaling that he had begun to plant his fresh batch of seed straight into her bowels, Zesshi was then surprised by what he did next. While he pumped Albedo's intestines with ropes of his white-hot seed, he turned his head and reached for Zesshi, pulling her close so he could kiss her again, exhaling long, loud puffy breaths right into her mouth.

"Mmmpphhh…" she groaned, surprised.

Surprised by the sudden motion, she was initially dizzied by the sudden intake of air. Then, she felt herself blacking out as the orgasm ripped through her, the surge of pleasure overcoming her self-control. Her breasts spilled a fresh batch of white milk, and a torrent of her love juices gushed out without cease from her nethers. It was really a very memorable occasion, to orgasm in tune with her lover, despite their genitals never once meeting on that moment. It was as if their bodies had been in sync, and Zesshi had never felt so proud.

"Puhh… haaah…" she said, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "Ainz-sama…" Her heart beat loud and strong, filled to the brim with feelings of love and lust for her lover.

---

After Albedo, he moved quickly to his next lover. Surprisingly he had not chosen her nor Shalltear, but Cixous, the maid whom she had just discovered had already been impregnated by Ainz. (It was at this point that the duo presently using their pregnant bellies to pleasure Ainz's cock made their offer to be the last, having just come in through the door.)

Cixous had been somewhat of a puzzling choice, as she was a being whom Zesshi could sense was not as powerful as the rest. In terms of ability and power, she could sense that she ranked even lower than Clementine—and perhaps even lower than Neia. Her only advantage over her was the fact that she was a "native" of this Nazarick, and that meant that she was firmly on the other side.

Zesshi was not perturbed so much by the choice to add more mothers—as that was to be expected of a powerful man like Ainz—but by the fact that the maids had been chosen at all. The homunculi maids occupied a unique role in Nazarick, and Zesshi was under the impression that they were off-limits, despite each and everyone of them being so beautiful that they almost looked like austere royalty if not for the maid uniforms. Now who would assist each mother, if these maids would also become mothers themselves?

Ah, but she would not attempt to gainsay the Master on this. Perhaps this Cixous was just the best among her sisters, someone who had caught Ainz's eye and had submitted accordingly to his amorous advances. It was an honor to bear Ainz's child, and he had every right to spread his seed far and wide.

The blonde was the one to receive his love after Albedo had been left a shivering wreck on the bed, her anal hole gaping and dripping with Ainz's excess seed. Zesshi hadn't felt slighted at that; from the start she had already been angling to at least be the one chosen after Shalltear, on this particular occasion. Normally she would have wanted to be first, at the very least, but her present condition made it far more logical to be

"Yannn..! Ainz-sama..!" the blonde maid yelped, as he strong-armed her smaller, petite body into his powerful arms. He sat down on the bed beside Albedo, and guided her down onto his lap; where his erection, still stiff and potent even after destroying the Overseer's asshole, awaited, nestling against her dripping crotch.

Zesshi had been quick to rush back to his side, intent on claiming her place, just as Shalltear did on the far side. They curled up against Ainz' body and watched as his long, hot rod rubbed along the crease of the maid's slit—up and down, all against her clitoris, lifting the hood and poking against the little nub beneath it. The maid whimpered and squeaked in a cute way as she struggled to restrain her budding pleasure.

The bulbous tip had been placed against the maid's inner lips, parting them gently like someone peering lightly between a curtain. Zesshi could sense the quiver of anticipation that coursed through both lovers, like the energy within a bow that was tightly nocked.

As Ainz continued to tease her opening, he and Cixous took the chance to caress each other's mouths with their tongues. The maid's body was in a literal frenzy, mashing her bountiful breasts against his firm, chiseled body. Zesshi and Shalltear did their part to add to Ainz's pleasure by rubbing his chest and sliding their soft, pregnant bodies against his.

They both watched Cixous practically gasp in surprise as Ainz thrust upward decisively, driving his meat hard up inside her snatch.

"Hoooh, Ainz-shama…~" she wailed, making loud, long gasps.

In this position within his lap facing him, her legs were spread wide apart to accommodate his body's size. This left her wide open to Ainz's cock, which certainly eased his entry. Still, she seemed to be a tight fit, as Zesshi watched her lower lips twitching wildly, as if they were yet unused to the intruder that had managed to worm its way inside. Then Ainz gripped the back of her knees and forced her thighs even wider, the maid practically doing something resembling a split as Ainz hilted balls deep inside Cixous.

It seemed like the maid, for all that she had become a mother, was still unused to proper sex with the Master, as with the rest of them. It was clear that her small, tight passage was fighting desperately to accommodate him, to adjust to his unexpectedly vast dimensions.

And then, without further ado, Ainz gripped the back of her bubble butt, then pushed her downward firmly on his cock—penetrating even further and stretching her love-hole as wide as could be.

"Haaah…! Ainz-sama…!" she cried, planting kisses all over Ainz's face.

"You're doing good," Ainz said. "Keep it up, and keep your focus completely on me."

"Y-Yesh…"

Ainz started to push her down at a slow, languid pace, but Zesshi could see his rhythm start to pick up, each thrust growing faster, and with ever greater force. Each time he pulled out, Cixous squealed; and each time he slammed back home she yelped. With the time between inward and outward thrusts decreasing steadily, the pattern of the maid's cries became predictably erratic.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

"Oh… hoooh… hoohhh… Ainz-shama…!"

"Tell me Zesshi," Ainz said suddenly, as he began bouncing Cixous on his lap, her breasts swinging around wildly with each of her movements. The lewd sounds of their genitals mixing together down below resounded in the small room, constant like a beating heart.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

The rhythm seemed utterly hypnotic to Zesshi, as was the maid's helpless undulating movements as Ainz pounded her onto him with ruthless abandon. It was such that Ainz had to ask a second time.

"Zesshi, can you hear me?"

"Y-yes!" Zesshi yelped, smacking her lips. She preened and smiled at Ainz, pressing the swell of her pregnant belly towards him. "I heard you the first time, my lord." She sighed. "In response to your question…"

She blinked, and tried not to look directly at Cixous' sweaty form, which was moving so rapidly mere inches from her. She really didn't know why it was so distracting, but there it was.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

"Nothing… has changed since last we met, my lord," she said, turning her attention back towards her lover. She laid her head on his shoulder. "Everything is going well, and I am sure that we shall be seeing these triplets very soon."

"That is wonderful," Ainz said, as he sped up his pace. Cixous' emotions were writ plain on her face, twisted in the sort of agonizing pleasure that made drool fling from her mouth as she panted loudly with mouth wide open.

"Ainz-sama… Ainz-sama…!"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

"Your timing couldn't be better," she continued, watching Cixous' desperate struggle against the overwhelming surge of pleasure that Ainz was feeding her. On the far side of Ainz, Shalltear was practically grinning, her eyes shining with malevolent superiority. No doubt she would have liked to torment the maid girl, in her own twisted way. Unfortunately for her, now that she was Ainz's lover, she could not do so as freely as she would like, not without Ainz's say-so. "I can feel it myself, you know. They are so very close. I don't think my body is being false about this."

"I'm glad, then," Ainz said. Despite their conversation, he seemed far from distracted. He continued to fuck Cixous onto him with increased intensity, the sheer mobile energy and intensity of his upward thrusts never slowing down or ceasing. His deep, rhythmic strokes never stopped forcing a cute, passionate cry from the blonde maid, who at this point was as mere putty in his arms.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

"I was concerned, when you said you didn't want to come to the debriefing today," Ainz said. He glanced down at her with a soft smile, before dipping his head to bite onto Cixous' nipple.

"Ah." She nodded. Ainz had wanted her to come to the Great Hall after they'd met, but she had gently refused. "You must think me foolish, but I had a thought that the babies would come in the middle of your debriefing. I did not wish to cause such a scene." And never mind how embarrassing it would have been to start giving birth surrounded by all of her lover's underlings. She wanted it to be a private affair. If she was going to look all messed up and vulnerable, then she wanted it as far away from most eyes as possible, preferably only when Ainz was there.

"You're right," Ainz said, after removing his mouth from Cixous' nipple. He turned to smile downward at her. "It does sound foolish. If word had come that you were starting while I was in the middle of it, I would have surely ended then and there. Nothing would have been as important as you."

She flushed, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, my lord," she said breathlessly.

Ainz grunted, though he looked pleased. His powerful rhythmic thrusting continued to fill the room with the wet, lecherous sounds of their sexes mashing together, as Cixous became a literal font of sweat and love fluids. Zesshi could even sense the intense heat radiating from her body, as if she had become some sort of lamp.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

Ainz had then turned his head to talk to Shalltear next. Zesshi didn't even muster the effort to listen in—she wasn't interested in what they were saying at all. She was also rather fascinated still with Cixous' undulating body. The poor maid had been placing her hands on Ainz's chest, and looked as if she wanted to get her body away from the hell of pleasure she was undergoing. And yet her arms were slim and not filled with strength like Zesshi's—and what resistance she could muster was weak and ineffectual. Thus she could do nothing other than accept Ainz's fierce, vigorous thrusts as her mind spiraled into endless bliss.

"Ainz-shamaaaaa…!"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

Ainz was seemingly finished with his conversation with Shalltear. He nodded towards Zesshi, and said, "Well, if you'll excuse me ladies, I'm going to be finishing this now."

"Please enjoy yourself, Ainz-sama," Zesshi said, feeling a tinge of disappointment when she pulled away from his body slightly. She recognized what was about to happen to Cixous, as Ainz had moved to plant her body back against the bed, with him directly on top of her—all while his cock was still sheathed firmly in her cunt. Now Cixous was completely covered by the Master, with the only hints of her presence being the small hints of skin below Ainz, and her outstretched legs that would never be able to encircle his back complexly. Everything else about her had been subsumed by Ainz completely.

Then Ainz shifted her legs so her knees were placed against her chest, with her ankles fastened on her shoulders. As he did so, he continued to hammer in and out with relentless force and speed into her prone, helpless body, settling completely into a grinding rhythm that she knew would have no pause. Fresh juice spurted from her vulva below, staining the bedsheets with moisture, each gouged out by Ainz's formidable member.

"Nggh…! Anggh…! Hnnggg…! Hungghhhh…!"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

The sight of Ainz and Cixous locked into this primal embrace left Zesshi in a trance. She recalled that beside her, Shalltear was shamelessly rubbing her cunt, pleasuring herself to the sight of Ainz completely dominating the blonde maid. The scent of their lovemaking was so strong that it overpowered Zesshi's own common sense, and she too resorted to milking herself again as before, seeking her own pleasure as her imagination ran rampant.

As the maid's voice squealed relentlessly in the background, Zesshi was taken to her memories of when she had been in the same position, trapped under Ainz and her pussy pounded relentlessly by his meat stick. The raw, primal emotions came back to her, as a part of her inner self rejoiced to be conquered by a powerful, worthy male. Ever she had longed to be seeded by any who had the power to do so, and she felt blessed to have found it in Ainz.

She had been helpless, pinned by the weight of his body as he slammed repeatedly against her sex, causing delicious waves of pleasure to bloom all around. The combined scent of their arousal mixed together as Zesshi submitted to the delusion—thinking that she was the one pinned beneath Ainz, of feeling his strong muscles covering her completely. She did not feel trapped; rather, she felt most assured by his presence, of having someone clearly stronger than her dominate her so utterly.

"Ainz… shama…!"

She cried out in her memory, or had she done that in real life? Regardless, the fantasy of being penetrated by Ainz again and again sufficed to make her arousal surge to great heights.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

She could remember his rugged shaft dragging itself through the pleasure spots inside her hole, each deep, penetrating stroke urging her onward to orgasm. She cared not that milk dripped freely from her breasts—she immersed herself in the fantasy. Wave after wave of sheer bliss coursed through her body.

The tipping point, of course, was the memory of being flooded by his seed. She dared open her eyes to see what was in reality, and saw that Ainz's speed had doubled.

"Ohhh… hooh… Hoooh… So good… Soo… good… Ainz-shama…!" the maid wailed.

The Ainz in her head and the Ainz on the bed were equally merciless in their lovemaking. Then, for a brief moment, he stopped—his perfectly controlled thrusts giving way to erratic movements as he undoubtedly came. Zesshi could almost recall his cock throbbing inside her, could feel the warm heat of his potent seed cascading through her love tunnel and flooding her little womb.

"Ainz-sama!" she screamed, and she knew the others screamed with her.

The orgasm was so intense that she felt a ringing in her head, stars blooming in her eyesight. The indescribable sensation of being inseminated by a man like Ainz was so overpowering that she collapsed back onto the bed, her whole body shuddering as the fantasy reached its own climax inside her head. She felt him inside her, buried snugly as it continued to pump its life-giving seed into her thirsty womb.

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She snapped back to the present, and saw that the Ainz here too had reached his climax. The cock he had inserted in-between the ladies' bellies had erupted, spewing his white spunk into their mashed crevices. It was such a lewd sight that she knew Ainz approved.

"That was… intense," she heard him say. "Thank you, Clementine, Lupusregina." He patted both their heads. "I look forward to what sort of new thing you've got prepared."

"Look forward to it," Clementine said, with a smirk. Beside her, Lupusregina was scooping up dollops of his drying seed and devouring them hungrily.

"Now then…" Ainz turned around and looked around the room. He beheld the state of the other women, who were still incapacitated. His gaze turned back to Zesshi, who had stood and sauntered over to stand before him.

"Perhaps now we may talk, my lord?" she said coyly.

Ainz snorted. "You look like your were enjoying yourself a lot."

"Of course…" she said, then trailed off. Her eyes widened. "Oh, no, not really, I mean… Not now," she said. She hadn't been fantasizing about Ainz as before and had been but reminiscing."

"Are you sure?" Ainz said teasingly. He glanced pointedly at a spot on the ground below her. "You look like you spilled a whole lot, my dear. That is… a large amount of… " Ainz paused, blinking, as he stared down at the spot between her legs. "… Of liquid."

"… What?"

Zesshi looked down and saw that he was speaking true. There was now literally a batch of drying puddle of liquid on the floor, with enough quantities that it was as if someone had spilled a whole glass. She had seemingly left a trail of droplets all over the carpet on her way here. She couldn't believe she had missed that.

But that was impossible. She hadn't been fantasizing as she had done before, so she hadn't come. So what…?

She gasped, as her mind put two and two together. "Ainz-sama!" she exclaimed, placing her hands on her belly protectively. She could feel the faint twinges of pain within, along with the powerful maternal instinct inside her brain that told her the undeniable truth, one that did not need the examination of a healer to confirm.

"This is the sign! They're coming! At last!"

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