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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.

"Lord Ainz!"

He wished he could say that it was funny to see an NPC try to barrel towards him, only to somehow slip on the floor for whatever reason. Albedo stumbling on the short distance from the ruined doorway to the bed still did not stop her from fully plowing into him, the action dislodging his cock from Narberal's cunt with a faint squelch, ribbons of his and Nabe's fluids flying through the air, and landing on Albedo, whose Disguise had melted away to become the beautiful winged succubus she had always been. Her lips crushed to his, her hips grinding incessantly, almost insistently onto his still erect cock.

"Lord Ainz, Lord Ainz, please! Please!" she squealed, over his squawks of protest, pushing him down on the bed as she mounted him, looming over his body like a great, slavering, cock-hungry beast. Her eyes were molten pools of lust, boring into him with such fiery intensity. "Had I known, had I known- I would have-" she whined, her expression distraught. "Had I known, I would have pleased you with every fibre of my being!"

Gosh but she was strong. So strong, he had only experienced such resistance to his efforts when he was but a weak human trying to help a stranger push his car. Somehow, her NPC strength was greater than his own, which was rather surprising, as this version of his doppelganger body was said to have impressive physical stats. At the moment, she was like a great wall that couldn't be budged.

At the moment! His eyes widened at the thought. He urged on the transformation, which turned his bulging biceps into even more grotesque-looking things, with bluish-red skin and throbbing veins. His hands morphed into clawed monstrosities that easily grabbed hold of Albedo's side, slowly easing her off him and his twitching arousal until their positions reversed, and it was him holding her down on the bed.

"Behave!" he said, panting. This partial transformation was more difficult to do in this new world than when it was just a game, and it cost him a significant strain, like trying to hold in a full bladder.

"Lord Ainz, why?" the overseer said with a whine, puckering her lips like a fish to try to kiss him again. Her legs tried to move, though pinned as they were it only succeeded in fanning his arousal as they rubbed against his hung genitals. Speaking of which, he transformed a set of clothes for himself, hiding that from Albedo's view-who naturally made another set of complaints.

"Behave, Albedo," he repeated. "What the heck are you doing back so early?" A question he'd wanted to ask Narberal, though he'd been too caught up in his lust to care, and now the doppelganger was still out of it.

"Lord Ainz, is Narberal more beautiful than I?" Albedo asked quietly, completely ignoring his question.

"That's neither here nor there."

"Then is there something I'm lacking? Are my breasts not desirable? I promise you, milord, give me a chance and I shall give you heaven within my humble pussy!" Her eyes seemed bloodshot, desperate.

"No, no, you're perfectly fine, Albedo," he snapped. "You're a beautiful creature, and one of the loveliest I'd ever laid eyes on."

"Then... why?" Albedo's face fell, though there was a glimmer of love and lust and hope in her gaze. He also thought he could see a bit of disappointment, which should not have made sense, but it did.

"Look, you're a creation made by one of my friends." He didn't want to say that he viewed them as innocent children, never to be sullied-when there was definite proof of him violating that code steaming in a pile of flesh right next to them. He hesitated, then continued. "Awhile back, I did something to change you. You, Albedo. It made you this way. It made you love me, when you shouldn't have. Tabula Smaragdina never intended for you to be like that. But I changed it, and now you're like this." That was as closest to the complete explanation that he could give without mentioning the nature of the virtual world of Yggdrasil.

Albedo's gaze went to the side. "Did you change her too?" she said, obviously indicating Narberal.

"N-no. She-"

"Anyone other than her?"

"No."

"Then I do not see the problem, milord," Albedo said plainly. "The will of the Supreme Beings is our iron rule. Everyone in Nazarick adores you, Lord Ainz. We would do anything for you. Even die for you. And I..." She smiled. "Like Narberal I would still have loved you, milord. And your telling me this-I only feel more blessed, because it was I whom you chose, it was this humble self whom you personally changed to fit your grand design. Not this one, not anyone in Nazarick, and especially not that vampire." A smug look crossed her face. "It is a great honor, milord, and not an insult to me."

Well actually, I only chose you on a whim, Ainz thought. He looked down, noticing that Albedo was secretly trying to tug her white, diaphanous dress down. He looked into her eyes, glittering now with warmth and acceptance. "Enjoy me to your heart's content, milord. Claim me, as is your right as the greatest being on Nazarick."

Ainz's brow twitched. His surrender showed through the undoing of his partial transformation. His lips then swept down over Albedo's capturing it in his technically first "romantic" kiss, with apologies to Narberal. The wet, sloppy exchange in their mouths quickly presaged something more charged, more erotic, as Ainz's mounting lust began to toss him against Albedo's; and while their tongues practically dueled at the edges of their mouths, his hands groped over her luscious body, caressing the alabaster skin now glowing a flushed pink; she gave an appreciative moan as he plunged his mouth onto her neck, planting kisses all the way down to her naked shoulder; his hands then joined hers in trying to undo her battle-dress, though found little success, he grunted, pleased, when Albedo began openly humping her thighs against his crotch.

Yet just as he was about to re-form his solid penis, a loud exclamation came once again from the door. Ainz looked up, his passion clouding his judgment, thus his anger flared for a brief second at seeing the lowly innkeeper from below standing there at the entrance, his expression foolish and stupefied as he stared at the scene unfolding on the bed. Then, his instincts recalled a second later that this man was in danger, though his brain had yet to catch up on the reason why.

It was just in time, as Albedo's eyes seemed to glow scarlet. She craned her neck to the side and howled, "How dare you interrupt us, you lowly cad!" Now recognizing the threat, and the battle-axe that appeared on her hand, Ainz had no choice but to leap forward, time practically going slow-motion before his eyes when Albedo launched the axe with a flick of her wrist, the whirling weapon mere seconds away from eviscerating some poor sod whose crime had only been lending them rooms. Well, that and interrupting their tryst, but Ainz should have known better-he had entirely forgotten about the broken door.

He intercepted the axe with his body, the weapon biting into his hardened insectile carapace, transformed by instinct. He crashed against the wall before turning and righting himself. He shot a quick, warning glare at Albedo, and flung her axe onto the floor.

Before she could rise from the bed and do worse, Ainz went up to snatch the guy's shoulder, turning him forcefully away from the room and from certain death. He was admittedly feeling a little cross at this man, being as he'd been interrupted twice in the same day already, but it was too tedious to have a bloodbath here. He could have allowed Albedo's murderous intent, but then he'd have to find a way to clean up the body, then some people might turn up, then so on and so forth; he had beguiling spells on hand for such a thing, but he was loathe to use it just for cleaning up, particularly if there was a simpler solution available.

"B-but sir, I need-my pardons, but the door-"

"Yes, yes, I deeply apologize for the state of your inn, sir. Allow me to reimburse you-" He peeked back into the broken entrance. "Subtlety!" he mouthed, snapping his fingers at a pouting Albedo before he prodded the innkeeper on. He thought about it, then turned to chant a spell at the broken entrance, which laid a crude, low-level illusion of a wall on it, to protect Albedo and Narberal's dignity (or another clueless human from becoming impromptu mincemeat on the floor). He quickly ushered the innkeeper on towards the stairs.

Albedo watched her beloved disappear, and for a moment thought seriously of going out there to grind the entire inn to dust. From the impudent wretches earlier, to that voyeur human who didn't know his place-these insects were not fit to witness the spark of this new romance with her lord.

But she held herself back, believing it too risky to shatter the delicate connection she'd just recently forged with her lord. She put a finger to her mouth, feeling as if her lord's mouth were still on it; she touched the places still slick with her lord's juices and slurped it down with a satisfied grin. Yes, there was no need to invite lord Ainz's displeasure, now that he'd finally consented. And that, in itself, was a victory she could savor, like his leftover saliva. It was necessary to maintain the goodwill of one's husband-after all, if she did a good job later then maybe he'd start allowing her other requests.

Still, she could not help but feel slighted, when she turned to the Pleiades' twitching form beside her.

Narberal Gamma, who'd remained in a semi-deformed state, was roused by strange feelings on her backside. When she turned her head, she saw the lady Albedo licking it, which immediately made her wake fully.

Being the wisest among Nazarick, there was no doubt that Albedo knew what had happened. She prostrated before Albedo, crushing her head to the bed, which still reeked of herself and her lord's sexual exertions. "My deepest and most sincerest apologies, milady! I did not wish to presume upon your position on Lord Ainz's side!"

Albedo stared at the maid for a long moment. She was half-tempted to indeed punish the maid, but not for some mundane reason like punishing Ainz's infidelity. Such infantile values did not exist for someone from Nazarick. The lord was entitled to everything, and no one complained-in fact, they were glad for being chosen. No, Albedo was displeased at Narberal for simply getting ahead of herself; for being Ainz's first instead of her.

Due to this, neither of them would ever bat an eye even if Lord Ainz had come back, demanding to fuck Narberal again. Well, Albedo would only earnestly beg for her turn first. Their lord was entitled to use the bodies of every creature on this world, so a harem of ladies was normal.

But a clear hierarchy had to be established.

"I am not angry, Narberal Gamma," Albedo said smoothly, caressing the maid's body, which drew a slight shudder from Nabe. Albedo licked the combined fluids from her finger-tasting a bit of Ainz and Narberal. She smiled. "Rather, one could say all of Nazarick is indebted to you. Our long efforts to... scale the walls of Lord Ainz's stubborn refusal have, in this moment, been realized. You have given us a far greater treasure than you know. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Nabe, bowing slightly, for she still feared the overseer's retribution. She could not even expect Lord Ainz's favor if Albedo decided to terminate her-he had the lion's share of alternatives and would not need to defend her, even if she was his first naughty liaison.

"Of course, with the lord having now consented to loving me in his fullest capacity, there can be no question as to the primacy of his attention." The implication was unsaid, hidden behind Albedo's serene smile.

Nabe nodded. "As is right."

"As is proper," Albedo said, pleased that the maid knew her place. "However, that is not to say that I would begrudge you. I do not know about the others, but I personally do not see the need to-" to rip, throttle, gore, shatter you impudent- "-to hold-what others would say to be-a slight resentment." Albedo cleared her throat.

"Very good, milady."

"Our lord is a great and fathomless being, flawless in wisdom and intellect, and deserving of whatever he needs. He is bound to have rapacious, insatiable tastes. And of course, you, and any of the Pleiades, and any others of Nazarick shall surely have a place by Lord Ainz's side, to service him in the same manner you did today. Is that to your liking?"

"As you say," Nabe said, wondering where Albedo was going with this.

"But there can be no doubt now," Albedo said, leaning close, her voice lowering into a deadly whisper. "That today I've won a great victory. That bitch will have to settle for second place, among your ranks, Narberal. Do you have any objections?"

Nabe didn't even need to be told. In her eyes, Albedo had had already won. The faction of maids in Nazarick who'd supported Lady Shalltear had no choice now but to acknowledge Albedo's claims. She nodded-what else needed to be said?

"Now that that's settled..." Before Nabe realized it, Albedo had cupped her chin and pushed her lips against hers. Nabe's eyes widened, shocked by the overseer's sudden act, which was then followed by the feeling of her tongue, probing into the maid's mouth. Knowing better than to protest to a superior, Nabe kept her mouth open and connected to the overseer's allowing the latter free reign in thoroughly exploring inside. Albedo's thick, inhuman tongue darted through the simulacrum of a human mouth, licking under the tongue, lapping against the roof, pushing the tongue aside to caress the inside of the cheeks, then finally pushing as far as it could go into Nabe's throat, making the maid gag and cough against the overseer, who thought nothing of the maid's slight discomfort as she gasped for air, moaning and breathing wildly through her nose. Finally, seemingly satisfied, the tongue withdrew, the sensation of their tongues overlapping sending small jolts through Nabe's mind. Albedo disengaged from the maid's mouth with a smack, ribbons of drool connecting the end of her conquering tongue to Nabe's violated mouth. Nabe panted like a dog as Albedo swirled her tongue in her mouth, and then made an audible gulp.

"I can barely taste Lord Ainz," Albedo said, making a face. She looked at the maid, who was coughing slightly. "I suppose it would be too much trouble to regurgitate some of the lord's seed?"

Nabe winced. "...Perhaps Lord Ainz could do it, but I can't. I'm not exactly like my sister."

"A shame," Albedo said haughtily. Her eyes fell on the maid's twat, slick with drying juices. Nabe looked confused when the overseer began rubbing over her lower abdomen, stroking it in a downward motion repeatedly. "Then I shall have to get it elsewhere."

"Milady...!" Nabe said with a gasp, realizing it then.

Albedo pushed her on top of the bedrest, her native strength enough to carry the lighter maid, until she was face to face with the latter's steaming entrance. A hungry look came over the overseer as she licked her lips, then dug in her enterprising tongue into the maid's hole without preamble. Nabe threw her head back, biting her lips as Albedo began exploring her lower lips without abandon, her first flicks over her entrance drawing small sensations of pleasure from the maid. All the while Albedo tweaked the maid's nipples and pressed and prodded over the spot where her womb should be.

"Give it to me," Albedo said as she slurped, tasting bits of her love's juices drying against the inner portion of Nabe's canal. All of his seed should be mine, or else it should've been shot into me! Not anyone else! Her fuming actions had a taint of desperation to them, like someone deprived of precious water. She needed the fresh source, which was unavailable for the moment, so she had to make do with anything she could find, which meant scraping out every inch of Lord Ainz's jism from within Narberal, whether the maid liked it or not.

Nabe, on the other hand, tried very hard not to collapse as she did with Lord Ainz as her booted legs straddled the overseer's strong shoulders. Whether intentional or not, Albedo's heated ministrations were so masterful that it rekindled the flame of lust and arousal in the maid's core, and it was all she could do to hold yet another impending storm from coursing through her body, as it did with Lord Ainz. She did not dare melt into Albedo's body, so all she could do was cross her arms to hold herself in, while her toes clenched and her pussy throbbed uncontrollably from the rapid, repeated sensations. For all her precaution, she could not help her hips from eventually rocking slowly on their own, seeking Albedo's mouth from sheer unconscious instinct.

When Albedo stroked her clit at just the right angle at just the right moment, Nabe exhaled loudly, her chest heaving great, puffy gasps as she came, and felt as if her mind had flown away to some faraway place. Albedo continued to plumb her depths, ignoring the sprinkling of Nabe's juices streaming down her chin. She was dropped to the bed like some forgotten doll, though she had the presence of mind, at the barest, to keep from degrading as she'd done with Lord Ainz.

Albedo leaned back, satisfied that she'd thoroughly cleaned out the maid's cunt as best as she was able. That she had to trawl through much of Nabe's moist, tight hole for that figured for nothing in her mind. Her attention had already moved on, for she then asked the exhausted Nabe, "So tell me in excruciating detail of your encounter with Lord Ainz. Leave nothing out, or I shall be greatly displeased."

Ainz jogged back up the stairs with a stormy mood. His efforts to appease the innkeeper had ended up with him bartering gold from Yggdrasil, which was said to be of higher value than the gold coins here. He did not want to have to do it, but he also had not wanted to expend a great deal of his mana to erase the innkeeper's memory. He was not really a magic caster type in Yggdrasil, though he did have a wide repertoire of skills specialized for his character. Simple illusions and mind manipulation was cheap; things like Befuddle or Banish Memory were not.

His thoughts went to the scene he'd so abruptly left, and the feelings now coursing through him. Now that he had a little time to be alone, he could well embrace the implications of going all the way with Nabe, and then accepting Albedo's advances. There was no going back for him; and he only hoped the NPCs wouldn't see it as a sign of weakness. The last thing that he wanted was of the dangerous creatures to be aware of it, and take advantage.

So for now, he had to be professional. The innkeeper had given him a nugget of information, which was that adventurer ranks could be increased by accepting quests at the guild. With a higher rank meant Ainz could access better accommodations, where no one would walk into a room without permission. Great, why didn't I ever think of that, Ainz thought bitterly. Well, he had been desperate to masturbate at the time.

He walked through the fake wall, intent on asserting his position on the two NPCs. "Albedo. Nabe. We need to go to..." his voice faltered, when he saw what awaited him. After a short silence, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Nabe sat cross-legged on the bed, with one of her boots missing. Beside her, Albedo was virtually naked, and was struggling to put on one of Nabe's thigh-high boots. Her back was arched against the bed, her leg raised up to expose the hairy pubes covering her muff. Ainz could well admit his breath was stolen at the sight of the overseer's pearlescent perfection, her breasts round and firm, her thighs thick and luscious. Albedo's eyes widened when she saw him. "Ah, milord! Please give me a second, I shall have these on within five seconds!"

Though he wanted to utter a deadpan "what", though the firm reminder from just a second ago to be all business sounded in his head, Ainz could not help but stand silently mesmerized as the leather crinkled on Albedo's leg. A lurid film came over his eyes, painting Albedo in a bright and very sensual light, everything about her-from her beautiful face scrunched up in concentration, to her wide, fuckable hips to the thigh-high boots-seducing him without an uttered word.

Then he stirred, his passion lingering but pushed aside very reluctantly. He looked away from perfection and said, "Enough of that. We shall have ampler opportunities later. For now, we need to get our first quest from the guild."

"But Lord Ainz-"

"Not now," Ainz said. Albedo drooped visibly at the forcefulness in his voice. Nabe beside her didn't say anything, but it sure felt like she were judging him for making Albedo sad. He sighed, careful not to give in to the urge to jump on the bed, Lupin-style. Besides-

"Albedo, I know your feelings," he said. He opened his arms wide. "But this... this is not a good place. There can be no place better for our-er-'sacred' union than in Nazarick." Ainz approached the bed. He took hold of her raised leg, then gently took off the boot and gave it back to Narberal. Then he withdrew one of the items from his inventory, a new pair of boots, fit for mid-level warriors, and placed them over Albedo's legs. "Accept this as a token of my sincerity," he said.

"M-milord!" Albedo cried, eyes shimmering with tears, her body trembling. "I-I shall treasure this gift to the end of time!"

A silent, dumbstruck Albedo gasped when he took her hand and helped her rise. She waited with bated breath as he looked into her eyes, then leaned down to kiss her, as a lover would. The kiss was brief, and heated. He held her at arms' length, watching her pant, blowing hot breaths on him. "Later, Albedo," he whispered. "Not here. Not now."

Her wings shuddered. "Mmmm..."

Ainz turned to Nabe, also pulling her to her feet and giving her a quick, but soulful kiss. Nabe made a pleased, whining sound at the end of it. Both NPCs' faces were now flushed, their eyes glistening, their expressions wanton and passionate. "Milord, milord," they said in low whispers. He was half tempted again to hug the both of them, crush them to his chest and make wild, unending sex on this bed.

Instead, he turned around, and said, "Now, get ready. We've much to do."

There was much to learn about this new world. For example, he could not read much of the world's written script. Another thing was that quest tiers were apparently rigidly enforced according to rank-he could not just grab the highest-level quest, even if he knew he could handle it.

Thankfully, before he could bluster at the receptionist about his group's skills, a group of humans naming themselves the "Swords of Darkness" had offered to do a particularly difficult low-level quest with him. Seeing little choice, and knowing his little bronze plate would not suffice, Ainz reluctantly agreed. Mentally he was already trying to find a way to convince the other two in his party to restrain themselves from hurting the Swords of Darkness. Any misfortune happening to them would definitely reflect on him.

"I say, what is that racket?" one of the group, Dyne said. Ainz cocked his head to listen-yes, there were definitely noises coming from below. Feeling a slight bit of apprehension, and recalling that he'd left the other two downstairs in the main lobby, he went down quickly. He'd told them to behave, but that was rather too hopeful of him to think they would.

There was a crowd gathering down below. A gaggle of people surrounded a scene that was now becoming familiar to Ainz. Some poor sod was on his back, with Albedo's armored form looming above, sword poised to eviscerate the man's necks. Beside her, Nabe was a cold and pristine statue, her eyes staring with much disdain at the man.

"You will pay for your crimes with your life." The sword raised-

"Al-I mean, Amelia!" Ainz shouted, bounding forward in one great leap, scattering the crowd like a bowling ball striking into pins.

"Lord Ainz!"

"Momon," he whispered crossly, pushing her wrist down. "It's Momon, right Amelia?"

"Y-yes of course..."

Ainz turned his head to look at the man, who practically cowered. "I apologize for that. It was a misunderstanding. We are from a foreign land you see," he said. The man shook as if he'd been struck, then scrambled away as fast as he could. Sighing to himself, Ainz glanced towards Peter, who was among the crowd now watching the scene. "Do forgive the discourtesy, but I need a moment to confer with my colleagues. I shall finalize the arrangements with you, don't fear."

"U-uh, okay. That's alright; we'll be here."

Ainz nodded to the two NPCs who now looked appropriately cowed as they followed him out the doors. He'd told them not to start a scene, and there they were! His doppelganger nature made his irritation boil over to a full-blown rage. He fumed as he slammed the doors open, walking rapidly towards the far alley of the street.

"Lord Ainz-"

"What did I tell you, Albedo? Narberal? Subtlety! Keep a low profile!" he hissed. "That was the most disappointing thing I've ever seen!" At this, the two flinched. "What the heck happened back there?"

"Lord Ainz..." Albedo blubbered. It was Nabe who stepped up and bowed.

"Milord," She met his eyes. "Allow me to explain. That insect dared to touch me, at first. Then he made some unworthy remarks towards me."

"Remarks?" Ainz said, surprised to find his anger had cooled, but not abated.

Now it was Albedo who said. "That fool propositioned Narberal Gamma, milord. He thought she was some common whore who could be easily bought for gold and a few sweet words. Nor even touched. No, we belong only to you. Body, heart, mind and soul. The thought of having to endure some insect's touch on the things you hold precious my love-it boiled my blood. I could not... I should have torn him limb from limb, even if it ended up disappointing you."

For a good long moment, Ainz was silent. The NPCs looked at each other, confused by his silence. He hadn't realized he'd been shaking, until he felt his nails biting into his skin. "That... bastard... touched you?" His breathing became heavy. His doppelganger instincts were taking over, fueling his anger, except this time it was directed at something else.

"Lord Ainz? Are you-mmmph!" He captured Albedo's lips in a quick kiss, then turned and did the same to Nabe.

"You're right," he said. "I do not want to give you two, nor anyone in Nazarick, to anyone. You are all mine, and no one else's."

Albedo smiled. "Milord...!" Thinking quickly, he dragged the two back towards the guild hall. "Are we to conquer this city?"

"No. But we're going to do something better," Ainz said, and licked his lips.

Great Mirage was a tool often used to hide guild members for an ambush, or get away from other players chasing them. It was one of Ainz's more advanced spells, which covered an area with whatever image Ainz desired. Players on the outside looking into the illusion would not be able to see or hear anything more than what Ainz decided they could.

He used the spell now, on the large foyer area where some mad fool had accosted Nabe. In addition, he cast No Entry, which barred low-level minds from even contemplating the thought of going into that area, which would bring them inside the circle of the illusion. If they tried it, this other spell would do anything, even to the point of inducing a headache, to shift the target's mind to another direction.

Glancing around furtively when they were already inside, Ainz grinned, pleased at himself, while also feeling more than a bit excited. He was barely an hour from losing his virginity (in this world) and already he was doing something so wild. It was something he could not imagine the Suzuki Satoru from before would ever do.

But his doppelganger form caught him up in the heat of his need to get even, to show off to the world, in a way, that Albedo and all the rest of them belonged to him.

"I've made arrangements with the maids. Wouldn't you prefer it better if our first time was inside Nazarick, and not here?, Ainz told Albedo, who sighed as he patted her head. She wore nothing but the boots he'd given her, and squatted before him, her boots in plain view. Hanging back, just as nearly naked, was Nabe, who did nothing but watch intently.

"Mogu mger mogr," she said in reply, her lovely mouth suckling greedily on the head of his cock. He took that to mean as a yes. He gasped sharply when she spit him out, his member feeling like it had come out from a particularly tight hole. "My pardons-I meant to say, as you wish, milord," she clarified, rubbing him briskly with her hands. Ainz looked up, unable to repress a moan when his dick sank into the soft and pleasant twin mounds of Albedo's tits, smothering it in velvety smoothness.

All around him, the guild adventurers went on their way, not noticing the raunchy scene happening just at the center. Ainz watched them go about their lives, their chatter fading into a dull buzz as he sank further into the pleasure. As Albedo kissed and licked the tip of his arousal, while his dick slid through the slick, hot valley of her breasts, he was aroused by the sheer perversity of the act; he was turned on by the thought that in just a moment, the spell might fail, and they might be witnessed by all the world to see; but no, on second thought he even welcomed it! He'd welcome it, he'd show them all how futile it would be to "hit on" these creatures, because they served him in everything, served his needs, would kill anyone for thinking or suggesting otherwise. Nabe, whose face was more alluring than any human he'd seen before, and Albedo, who exuded an ethereal quality that no human would ever match-barring their personalities, they were creatures most would give their lives to fuck, and he'd done just that to one.

And the other was servicing his cock with equal measures of love and lust, and the humans around him were none the wiser.

"You're good at this," Ainz breathed, suppressing a groan as the sensitive head of his cock received sensation after sensation.

Albedo smacked her lips, never losing a beat as she swirled her tongue around his urethra. "Thank you for your kind words, milord." Her eyes lit up in anticipation when he exhaled long and loud, his cockhead twitching, his hips rocking back and forth with more urgency. She dove back in, lapping at the his glans with more fervor than before, and was rewarded a second later by a thick, fat serving of her love's virile jism. Albedo massaged the root of his pulsing cock with her breasts as her mouth received it all until it was full to bursting.

Her cheeks bulging, she leaned back, opening her mouth slightly to show Ainz the seed filling her whole mouth. Then, in front of all these people, she swirled her tongue around, savoring the taste, before swallowing in big, deft bursts, each load making a noticeable bulge down her throat. Ainz watched her work, his arousal unspent even after all that, his instincts roaring at him to proceed, to pin this bitch down on this very floor and fuck her, right on this guild floor, though he reigned in that sadistic part of him, his guilt still making him try to do better with Albedo, even if she did want it, even if she couldn't say no.

After every bit of his semen sat warmly in her belly, Albedo touched her lips daintily to her finger, then opened her mouth wide, dangling her tongue to show that she had swallowed the whole thing. "Nabe," Ainz said, a little desperately, his cock wobbling, still eager; gosh he wanted to pork Albedo so bad he needed to distract himself with this.

The maid dropped to her knees beside Albedo, as they each followed his invisible command; Albedo once again coiling her tongue around the tip of his cock, while Nabe took the subservient role and began licking along the underside, all the way down to his balls. Oh, there would be a big spectacle, he thought, watching the scene around him through narrowed eyes. His hands went down to caress the NPCs' heads, whose eyes screwed up with happiness, as they slurped and glomped on his genitals with utter devotion.

Albedo seemed greedy: she swallowed him whole until he was poking into her throat, and her lips touched the base of his cock, where they met with Nabe's own lips; after a moment's hesitation, Nabe refused to let go of her place there, their two mouths now practically kissing by the sides while they serviced him, their tongues practically touching each other with every bob of Albedo's head, and with each moist lick from Nabe's tongue. It was a fantastic experience, and one which brought Ainz to climax not much later.

And he had a special surprise. Sensing the impending peak, he transfigured his cock into something he hoped was better-an archdemon's, thick and studded with warts and bumps, his balls now churning with gallons of spunk. When he came, it was with a victorious shout, and when his cock flew out from Albedo's with a loud smack, a geyser of white jism exploding from its tip, the first few thick loads landing on a surprised pair of NPCs. Then a moment later, they smiled and lay back against the floor, basking in his glory as his demonic orgasm bathed them with his seed, as globs landed on their hair, coating their faces to obscurity, dripping down their bodies, their breasts, staining Albedo's hairy pussy and her wings, their boots squelched as cum dripped into their insides, soaking into the leather. A last salvo left the circle of the Mirage, the small white glob landing onto the hair of an unaware Ninya, who was pleasantly chatting with the rest of the group.

Shaking off the disgust he felt at his cum landing on a boy, he turned his attention to the pair. Albedo had made a growling sound, and now straddled the maid, her tongue lashing out to lick the latter's face, whose eyes were closed, surrendering to the overbearing will of the overseer. "Mine... mine!" Ainz didn't know why she was so desperate to lick his seed from the other, though he enjoyed watching nonetheless, stroking his cock and wishing he could use their holes. But a promise was a promise, and he produced a chair item for him to sit as he spent the rest of the time watching Albedo literally suck semen from the roots of Nabe's hair, suckle all around the neck, over the shoulders, under the arms and armpits, cleaning the breasts, the navel, the slit, then on down to the thighs, then the boots were removed to get to the knees, the legs, then the feet up to the spaces between the toes; and by the end the maid's body was covered by a slick sheen of Albedo's spit, sitting there like a dog had thoroughly drooled all over. her While Albedo set to cleaning herself, she could only watch-half in longing and half in lust-as Ainz ordered Nabe over to him to do his own grooming of the maid with his tongue, which the latter received with much more enthusiasm.

After they cleaned up, Ainz calmed down just enough to complete the arrangements with the Swords of Darkness. He introduced Albedo as "Amelia", his wife, and their escort, Nabe. He then received a surprising job meant for him specifically, which was to escort a man, who named himself Nfriea, to Carne Village.

After conferring privately with his group, Ainz accepted. Albedo was to operate independently and complete one of the low-level jobs from the board-apparently about clearing a distant cave of weak monsters. He was confident in Albedo's skills, as well as her need to make the job quick: he'd told her she could come join them through a Gate after she was done. Thus, they separated for now, Ainz going along with Nabe and the Swords, and Albedo heading the other way.

The duo proved themselves to the humans. Nabe, with some fire spells she'd learned from a book he'd given her (it had been a low-level junk book cluttered deep in his inventory), threw massive fireballs and flung whips of fire that obliterated the horde of goblins before they could even get near.

Ainz's superhuman transformation allowed him to wield dual greatswords, and he used these now to deadly effect, cleaving through the ogre's bodies effortlessly as if they were made of silk. One sword, which was named "Dragonslayer", looked like a large slab of iron, featureless, large and menacing, and required the average player two hands to wield its devastating strength. The other was a slightly thinner, more ornate blade, known as the "Moonlight Greatsword" back in the game, its hilt studded with various gems. There was a secret on-use effect to it, though Ainz did not feel the need to use such an awesome power on low-level grunts. Ninya was awed by the contrast between his two weapons-one beautiful and the other brutish-which both were able to accomplish their purpose.

All in all, Ainz gained the respect and admiration of the Swords of Darkness for completing the task without fail. They went on to Carne Village.

The last creature fell at Albedo's feet. She took care to sidestep the bloodspatter. It wouldn't do to get the boots Lord Ainz had given her dirty.

She looked around the cave. She did not know much of these creatures, but she did have an idea that they should not have been as organized as this. Stuffed into the farthest reaches of the cave were many wooden crates, armor and weapon stands, and chests of assorted sizes.

And of course, there was the telltale sign of a human cowering on the far end of the cave. He was well-dressed and looked quite out of place in a cave supposedly infested with monsters. Wishing to know more, but unwilling to stoop to interrogating the man herself, she Messaged Nazarick to transport the man to the fifth floor.

Once the arrangements were completed, Albedo sighed and turned back to the entrance. She could not wait to be by Lord Ainz's side again, and surely he would give her a fine reward for accomplishing her task expediently. She recalled his promise, and a maiden-like blush came to her face. Oh the naughty things they could do!

She sensed the presence of more humans behind her. Nonplussed, she walked forward without fear, fully confident in her abilities.

"What's this?"

What faced her was an unusual complement of humans. And by the looks of it, all of them seemed female, even the tall, muscular one with a mannish face. The woman clad in blue armor raised her blade and said, "Halt! By order of the King, no person may trespass on these lands with impunity! State your business, stranger, or face the full might of Blue Rose!"

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