Note: This story is a work of fiction. It has many content of adult nature. If you do not want to read such content, please close your browser window or press the convenient back button.

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.

"By the gods, what is going on?"

Ninya couldn't help but exhale those words out ever since the call to evacuate had been sounded. Even now, she still didn't know what was happening outside in the city. The only fact of which she was absolutely certain was that it was actually safer here inside the bastion than out there.

It had been a whirlwind set of events that had occurred, ever since she had encountered her beloved sister again. She had groveled at the feet of her boss, Momon; and for her actions she had been given permission to exact vengeance on the criminal scum who had done all those horrible things to her sister. She hadn't exactly been of a right mind at the time, her thoughts fueled by the heat of the sorcerous flame that she had learned from her teacher, Nabe.

In her mind, she had seen the fallen bodies of her comrades in the Swords of Darkness, recalling how she had been helpless in the face of their deaths. Now that same awful feeling of uselessness had returned, and she had done the only thing available to her. She had lashed out in a fury, taking the offer of vengeance from Momon to help eradicate the criminal scum from the capital city of the Re-Estize Kingdom.

For a brief time, she had made a decent showing of it. She hadn't died, and she'd extracted her blood price from the scum she had incinerated with the flames of her magic. She felt nothing from killing those men, and indeed felt a sense of vindication that fueled her constant rage. She wanted to burn them all, to grind them to ash, and make sure no one would ever harm her or the people she loved ever again! Damn the consequences, and death to those who stood in her way!

Then, the unthinkable happened. She had just been recuperating after that one operation, chugging down recovery potions to refill her energy reserves for the next mission. She had been waiting for the newest orders together with Cynthia and the rest of those affiliated with Eclipse Nebula.

She had expected there to be another operation: another that would allow her to burn even more of the blasted Eight Fingers from existence. She recalled her hands trembling even as they held tight onto her staff, the stench of the dead she had burned, and the look of boredom on Cynthia's face.

It had been Cynthia's face she had been watching when the quake began. The earth was suddenly shaking underneath her feet, causing her to jerk and look around in surprise. All around her, the other adventurers had all sensed that quake as well, and there had been a general buzz of conversation that ensued. She had looked back at Cynthia, who looked entirely unfazed, as if even the shifting of the earth would never ruffle her feathers, not even for a moment.

"Huh," she had said out loud. "I wonder what was—"

Then had come that horrible shrieking. It was like a dozen giant bats had suddenly cried out at once. She had seen one such creature before, together with the Swords of Darkness, and the sounds they made felt like they had pierced her throat. And on that moment she had heard those horrible sounds again, seemingly amplified, almost like they were slamming repeatedly like a hammer into her skull.

"Ugh… What…?"

Judging from the sounds around her, the other adventurers had also heard it. Where had it come from? Was it something made by the enemy?

Still, Cynthia looked completely unfazed; as were B-4 and Dee. It was as if such strange phenomena were nothing to them. She had been about to remark about it, when Cynthia suddenly stirred, and put her hand to her ear, indicating she was about to receive a powerful Message spell.

Cynthia took a few steps back to seek her privacy, leaving Ninya alone with the other two, who said nothing.

She'd looked around. Although the shrieking had stopped, she had the strangest feeling that it wasn't to be the last strangeness to come. There was a tense sort of anticipation in the air, like a bowstring being pulled back tight. It was the exact same feeling she'd had, before "that" ambush had happened, in what seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Not long after she thought that, there came the sound of distant thunder. She'd looked up at the sky instinctively, as if to wonder what sort of sorcery was happening, when the sun was so bright and high and the skies were blue and clear. A second later, she realized that the ominous sounds were coming from below—or rather, right from somewhere within this city. To her, the noise wasn't quite that of looming thunder anymore—it sounded like the stamping of thousands of feet.

And then there came the screams. Now those were sounds she definitely recognized. The awful screams of people, and an indication that something wasn't quite right. They were distant at first, but they sliced through the tense silence like a knife.

"What was that?" an adventurer asked. The screams started to rise, like a flood of water rushing through a broken hole.

"It's coming from there," another adventurer said, pointing in a direction. Ninya rose and looked towards that place, her grip tight on her staff. She instantly thought of her sister again, and wondered if she might be there. But no, Momon-san had promised that he would aid her. She would not be there. But she couldn't quite silence the sinister voices whispering in her mind, with all its fraught possibilities.

Then there had come another quake, strong enough to make her fall to her feet. When she put her hand on the cobblestone to balance herself, she felt it rumbling, as if there were hundreds of people walking.

"Bad situation," Cynthia said. Apparently the Message was over. "Tell the others to flee. It is a bad situation."

"Huh?" She stared, open-mouthed as Cynthia walked over to the nearest adventurer.

"You need to run, now," she said.

"Wh-what?" The man blinked, looking down at her comrade.

"There is a bad situation," Cynthia repeated, her face completely blank and stoic.

"Bad situation?" The man looked incredulous.

"Hang on, please, Cynthia-san!" Ninya shouted, running to her side. "What are you talking about?"

"You. Go. Tell the others to flee." Cynthia said, her cold eyes glancing towards her. "Those are our orders."

"But why?" Ninya said. "And flee? Flee where? From where should we be—"

And then there came a thundering sound from behind. All of them in that alley turned to look, and beheld a mass of inhuman shapes barreling through the walls.

They all stood there shocked. Ninya's mind could not comprehend the fact that there were monsters in the city at this time. How had they arrived? Where had they even come from? They had all been prepared to put down criminals just a few minutes ago, and now there were grotesque monsters appearing as well?

Their surprise and stupefaction didn't last long. An unfortunate adventurer who had been the closest to the creatures started screaming as she was impaled on the creature's claws. Ninya stood, utterly paralyzed by the sight of blood spraying out and the sound of that awful helpless scream; before she felt something knock her to the ground.

She huddled on the cobblestones, shivering, utterly oblivious to the chaos that surrounded her. Her eyes were fixed on the blood, trickling and oozing over the stones like a red river.

When next she'd blinked, someone was pulling her up to her feet. She gasped, and started to struggle and scream, her mind screwing into overdrive. Would she be the one next to be killed now?

"No! No! Let go of me!" she screamed, her hand now wreathed in fire, ready to be used.

"Ninya. What are you doing." That was Cynthia's voice. She blinked, and gasped, her vision clearing.

It had been B-4 who had pulled her up, and was looking at her non-plussed. Behind him was Dee, who was wiping her weapons. On the other side was Cynthia, whose eyes were now narrowed at her.

"Come," Cynthia continued. "We must flee, as we have been ordered."

"Eh, whuh?" She looked around, her heart calming from her earlier panic. She now saw the carnage that had been left behind. All of the creatures were dead. So, too, were the other adventurers. She gasped when she realized that the four of them from Eclipse Nebula were the only ones still standing in this alley.

"We have to move."

"But—"

"Please obey," Cynthia said, grabbing her wrist. When she tried to pull away, Ninya found it impossible, almost like an iron manacle had closed around her. "Do not make me the one who failed to do her duty."

"Okay, okay… right… but what about…" She looked around , again, at the adventurer's bodies, all fallen. Didn't someone need to take care of them?

"There is no time," Cynthia said. "Orders are orders. And…" There came another howling that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. "There are still more of the enemy."

Yet another mass of creatures burst from the same direction as their fellows. Heedless of their dead comrades, they dashed for them, howling in such terrible, unearthly sounds that sent shocks up her spine. But that time she had been more ready. She had immediately whispered the start of a spell to retaliate.

She might have still been killed regardless, were it not for her comrades, who were all on a completely different level than her. Dee lashed out with her weapons, obliterating an entire section of the horde in one go. B-4 lunged forward, sword flashing, and with movements she could barely catch, decapitated several creatures in one go. And there was Cynthia, already shooting from her bow in that rapid-fire manner, spewing bolts of destruction into the creatures as if they were judgment from on high.

All Ninya had managed was to kill one with a ball of fire, before it was over.

"As I have already stated," Cynthia said, once the fighting had ceased. "We must relocate. Now."

Having understood the situation more clearly, Ninya had no choice but to nod and follow along.

"Where are we going, Cynthia?" she asked, as they began to run through the streets. All around her, she could feel the city changing, as the distant screams became a literal cacophony of sound amidst the constant shaking of the earth, which rattled the buildings around them; and the shrieking of these monsters, who now seemed to be everywhere. She could see smoke rising from the distance: a sure sign of the rampant chaos now engulfing the entire city. "Are we going to save people?"

"No."

"No?" she repeated, gasping.

"That is not our duty," Cynthia said, without even glancing at her. "We have our orders from Momon-san."

"From Momon-san…"

"Yes. I have heard that you promised to pledge yourself completely to him. Am I mistaken?"

"N-no, of course not!" she hastily replied. She of course didn't want to antagonize the man, especially since she had all but gone on her knees to beg him to save Tuare. Still, these were orders from Momon the Dark Hero? The one who had single-handedly braved such terrible odds, who was the ideal hero in her eyes? Why would he…? "So what are our orders?"

"We are to rally what few adventurers are active, and send them to a strongpoint. A citadel. Together, they and us shall hold the line."

"Oh… Oh!" Now it suddenly made sense. He was not heartlessly forsaking the people of the city. Rather, he was ensuring that this mysterious horde, whatever they were, would be contained from rampaging around freely and completely destroying the city. The adventurers would need to be rallied, along with whoever was available with a strong sword hand, and contain the enemies before they could spread further. Only then, perhaps, would measures be taken to push the assault back. It was a very pragmatic thing to do, but she could see the logic in the strategy. In these moments of desperation, even a half-baked plan executed quickly was better than a thorough one that took longer to begin.

Her comrades were flying through the streets, forcing her to run twice as hard just to keep up. They went from district to district, calling out to anyone they passed to flee towards the designated "bastion", which was a place over to the west, near the Palace itself. Ninya felt sympathy for all those people who ran around panicking, but of course it wasn't her place to shepherd them. As one who possessed power, her skills were needed elsewhere.

They went around, mostly saving adventurers from being overrun by this new enemy. A lot of the time, Cynthia urged Ninya to be the one to speak, forcing her to work overtime in preparing a speech to urge these adventurers back to the stronghold, rather than risk their necks into searching for these enemies. There were only a few who were stubborn enough to dive right into the fray after hearing her out, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

"Let them go," Cynthia had said. "They are not our responsibility anymore."

She could only wish them luck in her heart, before they had to move on.

It really didn't take long for their task to finish. Cynthia had then declared that they had done all they could, and they would now regroup with the other adventurers in the designated strongpoint. In the time since they had begun up to that moment, the situation in the city had grown from bad to worse to catastrophic. More and more fires had sprung out, their dark smoke casting a thick shadow over the city, blotting out much of the sun. The air was thick with the scent of blood and replete with the sound of desperate fighting and the screams of the unfortunate.

It was therefore with more than token relief that Ninya and the rest arrived at the "bastion". It was really more of a stout set of barricades that had been erected by the city guard and the nobles' garrison, which was now manned by not only those aforementioned forces; but by a considerable amount of adventurers, including those they had rounded up. The barricades had been strategically placed athwart an intersection of streets, forcing a choke-point through which the enemy was forced to funnel through, leading to an easier defense.

Here were also the temporary headquarters of the Adventurers' Guild, after the building had been reportedly lost during the first moments of the attack. Thankfully, much of the key personnel inside had been evacuated, thanks to Momon-san and Blue Rose, who had been conveniently nearby.

And thus was the situation as Ninya recalled it. The memories were still fresh in her mind, even as she sat there, her body bone-tired, dazed by all the unbelievable events that had occurred.

Currently she was surrounded by a large number of adventurers, who were also in the same condition as her: haggard, exhausted, drained. A very few number were openly weeping, while others were arguing furiously among their own group. The rest looked as haunted and ragged as she felt, which made it easy to empathize with them. They were all huddled inside a former baker's shop that had been temporarily repurposed for the purposes of the defense. The baker and his family had been evacuated just recently, along with all the other citizens. They would need to flee the Capital just in case not all went as planned, escorted by the Kingdom's soldiers.

Cynthia had disappeared somewhere to talk with Momon-san, leaving Ninya all alone with her thoughts. Everything about this situation felt like she was living through a particularly gruesome nightmare. It all felt so surreal that she was sure she was about to wake up, to learn that her sister had not been found in that state, that those monsters hadn't actually turned up in the city.

She overheard the other adventurers talking about those monsters, echoing her own thoughts. Where must they have come from? How had they not seen them coming?

She heard someone speculate that it must have been the Eight Fingers' doing. After all, those monsters' appearance could only have benefited them and their nefarious goals. It did not feel like a coincidence that just when the Kingdom and the Adventurer's Guild had finally been determined to stamp out their influence in the Capital, this sort of event had happened, as if in response.

Of course. She bit her lip, as anger coursed through her body once more. She was sure now that the Eight Fingers really were behind all this death and destruction. She could imagine their leaders, faceless, evil people with wide grins gloating to themselves as they fled rat-like into the shadows. Oh, how she wished she'd had the foresight to stop their plans: to have raised her hand outward to proclaim that no, their schemes would be for naught. She imagined those leaders being rounded up, before they were placed in line to be hanged, eyes dejected, faces pleading for mercy.

Ninya grunted, as she rocked back and forth on her seat. If only such fantasies were true. Yet she was nothing more than a low-ranking magic caster. Her place was to wait for Momon-san's orders.

At the very least, she could place her trust in the hero. He would definitely see all of this to its rightful conclusion.

Normally, it would be difficult to be present in two war councils at the same time.

But Ainz made it work somehow, by using his trump card: Pandora's Actor. So the doppelganger took his spot as Momon on the Kingdom's meeting, attended by the other members of Eclipse Nebula—Nabe and Amalia (Albedo)-Blue Rose, and some of the commanders of the local Kingdom's garrison.

Ainz would be just in a different room—coincidentally the room just below. It was a secret passage that had once been used by the Eight Fingers, which Demiurge had been using as his headquarters after capturing the local rats. It had been a rather strange coincidence that the building above had then been chosen by the Kingdom and the Adventurer's Guild for that war council of theirs.

First, Ainz had been quickly brought up to speed with the results of their other operation, or rather the original operation which they had all been doing, before these creatures had appeared. Ainz had wanted to be sure that none of those who had dared think of harming Lakyus would be escaping with their hides. He would have been really pissed if this incident had ended up allowing some of them to escape.

"As of this moment, we can be reasonably sure that we have captured the entirety of the former Eight Fingers' high leadership." Demiurge adjusted his spectacles as he shuffled the papers on the table. "Preliminary interrogation confirms this, as the humans were eager enough to name the others when we asked them politely. And all their stories match—or seem like it on the surface. It shall take a more thorough interrogation by Neuronist to ensure that they haven't just all been prepared with a singular alibi to throw off the scent.

"But I shall have to apologize, my lord. It appears that a few of our squads failed to capture their targets. Mind, they weren't the ones who were supposed to go after the leaders: their targets were instead these bolt-holes where we suspected they were hiding some of their treasure."

Ainz grunted. He had been pacing impatiently since he had arrived here, anxious to know more about this new complication, and to find a way to stem it at the source before everything.

"Ah, but in my opinion as of this time, while a great loss, it is not as if anything valuable was really lost, my lord," Demiurge hastened to say. "We have their leaders, who bleated out their words to confirm that we captured the whole lot of them already."

Ainz rubbed his chin. "And I guess that these targets were missed only because of these creatures."

Demiurge nodded. "That is correct. Contact with our squads was lost swiftly, and only the shadow demons watching them were able to flee and confirm they had been eliminated by these very same creatures plaguing the city."

"The extent of the losses?" Ainz asked, frowning. Since Demiurge hadn't mentioned it first, he felt it safe to assume no one valuable had been killed by these things, but he had to be sure.

"Negligible. A few hundred skeletons, and a few of the lieutenant undead from Shalltear's domain."

He clucked his tongue. While it was indeed not anything to raise his brows, it did mean that only luck had prevented it from being an outright rout. They were still in the dark as to what exactly these creatures were or how they had been summoned. For all he knew they might have been summoned right as they had been starting the operation, which meant that even more might have been caught off guard, blindsided by this new enemy. And the Eight Fingers might have even managed their escape.

Ainz made a humming sound. "Is it then possible that this horde has come from these sites we had yet to invade?"

"It is a very possible conclusion, my lord," Demiurge said. "It should be noted that according to our scouts, the concentration of this enemy horde seems strongest around those very same areas we were unable to capture. It is not a sure-fire confirmation, to be sure, but it is very telling."

The shadow demons' efforts had pretty much confirmed that the horde were originating from the tunnels below, and had not just been spawned in a house somewhere. To Ainz that reminded him of Yggdrasil, where Players could create similar situations by using an artifact to spawn annoying low-level creatures and then hiding the artifact somewhere that was difficult to get to. Even for high level characters, it was a chore to have to clean them up, and it was one of the many ways of messing with the enemy's head, before one finished with a coup de grace.

This situation was so much of a replica of that strategy that he had initially feared that an actual Player was behind it all. But then, if that was the case, they would have already started to strike at Ainz directly, or else to leave behind some sort of message to taunt him. Either there were Players and they just didn't know about him, or this was only just an unfortunate coincidence.

"I'm pretty sure there is a source of all this. Before we can contemplate sealing off the tunnels, we need more information about them." Ainz paused to think. "… How is the current situation?"

Demiurge spread his arms. "As ever, the battle positions are in flux above us. Following your orders, it is difficult for us to exert our influence openly to aid the city's defense. As of five minutes ago, the defensive line is holding steady, with the humans doing an admirable job of holding the horde at bay. It would be a remarkable compliment to their skill, were it not for the fact that the horde's numbers had only been lessened above because of our efforts below. Because of that, though, the city's garrison and the Adventurer's Guild have managed to hold on to the two districts of the city that have so far been unmolested, including the Palace District where the Re-Estize King Ramposa dwells. The last route leading o the outside of the city has been preserved, and therefore the evacuation of the townspeople has been steady and uninterrupted. Barring some irrelevant and minor incidents, we can safely turn our attention to the matter of defense, as you requested, my lord."

When the attack had occurred, Ainz had immediately thought of trying to help the ordinary people who had been caught up in the chaos. He had even told Albedo to distribute the orders. However, it was then pointed out to him by both Albedo and Demiurge that doing so would only reveal their hand to the humans, and would risk the discovery of his involvement with Nazarick. The poor citizens who were in the districts that were in the direct path of these monsters were then deemed unimportant, with Ainz ordering that Nazarick focus instead on stopping the monster's advance to ensure that the rest of the citizens could be allowed to escape.

He had then told Lakyus about his concerns regarding the citizens, which she then relayed quickly to the Princess, and through her the royal garrison. An evacuation was swiftly ordered from the "safe" districts, while he, Blue Rose and the other adventurers (and Nazarick down below) held the line. It bought time for the soldiers to muster, for the barricades to be set up, and for the adventurers to be rallied and sent to fall back. Fortunately, he had personally been able to ensure that the personnel in the Adventurer's Guild, who had been right in the middle of the carnage, had been escorted away, which helped now with the organizing of the war council in the room above them.

"As for our defenses in the labyrinthine passages formerly used by the Eight Fingers," Demiurge continued, consulting a piece of paper in his hand. "I am pleased to report that all eight minor passages have seen the enemy's advance halted, and in some cases repelled; we have identified three big common passages through which we can funnel a choke point...though by your orders no counter-attack has been launched."

"Not yet, anyway," Ainz grumbled, his fists clenched in anger.

"Very good, my lord. We have erected various wards on the three chokepoints to temporarily seal off these passageways. Incidentally, they are the same ones you recommended during our campaign against our other underworld foe."

Not that he needed reminding. That was an ongoing war for him, which as of this moment had ended in something of a stalemate. He would return in due time to properly map and explore the passages beneath Solution's village. If such an infestation was happening here in this city, then he had no hopes for its continued existence. He wanted to laugh. Better to just pack it all up and move to another place; he certainly wasn't going to expend more of Nazarick's resources to hold down two major fronts.

"Are you sure that there are no major leaks? Something the scouts might have missed?" he asked Demiurge.

The devil in the fine suit nodded. "As far as we know, we have mapped the Eight Fingers' underground network extensively. We are reasonably sure that we have not missed some side path somewhere. However, this presumes that the enemy will not attempt some undermining or burrowing of their own. Perhaps they have that capability. In that case, then the task of cleansing them becomes a bit more—" He stopped, and raised his hand to his ear. He bowed deeply. "My lord, I apologize, I am receiving a report from the front."

For a moment, Demiurge just stood there, listening to whatever it was in the Message. Then he said, "Very well. Maintain your current orders." He put down his hand and nodded at Ainz. "Another attack has been repelled my lord. My subordinate heading the defense reports that it was far larger than before. Nothing too hard for us to handle, but something to note."

Ainz clucked his tongue. "We're running out of time. I don't want to give these creatures the chance to poke some new hole to burst through." He looked up at the ceiling, where the council was ongoing. "This needs to be decisive. And fast." He waved his hand, and the Mirror of Remote Viewing appeared.

It showed the interior of the room above. Many people were gathered inside, including Blue Rose, Pandora's Actor together with Nabe and Albedo, and some others from the Kingdom, including that Princess. There were also even more of Nazarick's minions scattered around, from doppelgangers masquerading as a servant to the shadow demons lurking in the corners of the wall.

"Are they still not done talking?" he wondered out loud.

It was her firm belief that only in dire times could man be truly tested. She had never thought to be proven right once more, as on this moment as the Re-Estize Kingdom's war council convened to find a way to deal with the monstrous horde that had been unleashed on its capital.

Near everyone seated on the grand table fretted and worried with raised voices quivering with fear, with eyes bloodshot and their bodies trembling from head to foot. Stout adventurers had been driven to doubt, having witnessed firsthand the sheer brutality of the monstrous hordes. Even her comrades, the best in the Kingdom, had brows furrowed with worry, as they could see the full extent of this threat to the Capital. And while she herself would never have hesitated to go out charging into the fray, even she could recognize the sheer appalling logistics that would be needed for this harrowing endeavor.

But not Momon. Not the man she had taken for a husband. Out of all of them he alone stood firm, like a rock. Only he alone stood with unruffled mien, with straight back posture, and arms crossed. He was silent, to be sure, not offering his opinion much into the literal henhouse that the war council had become.

She knew that others like her drew strength from his stoic demeanor. It would have been easy to fall prey to panic and vote to flee from the danger. But when one saw Momon standing there unflinching, fearless, unworried: they knew that some hope yet lingered. That some form of salvation could yet be found.

It helped that he was no empty statue, made to stand as a substitute for one's failings. He was a celebrated hero unto his own right. A man with so many storied accomplishments to his name, far beyond what any normal man or adventurer might accomplish. His name could rightfully be spoken in the same breath as the heroes of legend. If such a man did not show visible signs of distress, then anyone else could look at him and think: "Ah, if nothing else, sir Momon is here, and come what may he shall see to it."

It gave her a fuzzy sort of feeling to be associated with such a man, let alone be his legal wife under the eyes of a god. She had already admired him for his accomplishments as a fellow adventurer. But to know that she was to be forever associated with him—a name to accompany his forever more, to be etched on history itself—sent shivers down her spine. "Sir Momon and his wife Lakyus" was a phrase that kept on repeating in her mind; and the part of her that had always enjoyed the fame brought by her skills burned with joy.

Still, the day needed to be won. There would be no songs to be sung, no stories to be laid down, if they all died here today.

Currently, there were several plans to be considered. The first one, and one which the Adventurer's Guild and Blue Rose recommended, was very straightforward. Wade into the fray and seek the source of this horde. Evileye had spoken, and had addressed the crowd with all the authority of her background as an expert on magical matters. She'd expressed her theory to the rest of how this outbreak seemed magical in nature.

"Who would have missed a thousand of these creatures moving around in the city?" she had said. It stood to reason, then, that the source of this plague was magical. Whether it was the opening of some great portal, or some sort of giant, self-replenishing summoning circle, it would be their duty to find it and terminate it. Haste was of the utmost importance, before the sheer weight of creatures overwhelmed them all.

Princess Renner's plan was an extension of theirs, only with a more conservative bent. Since there was a great risk to the inhabitants of the city, some time needed to be spent holding the line while the rest of the city was evacuated. The compassion of the princess was in full display there, and surprisingly some adventurer group leaders voiced their support. Whether it was because they shared the princess' empathy for the commoners, or if it was just to save their own hides from being immediately thrown into the grinder, it was nonetheless unacceptable to Lakyus. She had a bad feeling about these creatures, and she felt that any sort of delay would only make things worse. She greatly respected Renner, but she felt that her intentions now, however pure, were misplaced.

Then the nobles came in with their "surefire" proposal. These were the nobles from the Great Noble Faction who had lingered in the capital for this or that reason. Notably, these were the nobles who had also protested against the Adventurer Guild's seeming "overreach" on the matter of the Eight Fingers' extermination plan. They had the gall to use Evileye's theory and use it for themselves, claiming that the adventurers had somehow triggered the arrival of the intruders inadvertently, however the means was accomplished. This was proof, in their eyes, that some things were better left untouched, and that such gross missteps were evidence that the Guild had no business doing what they had done.

Their plan was then to evacuate the city, hold the line, and then waste no more time in "useless heroics". The city would be rigged by magic and by numerous explosives, all set to blast the whole place into dust, and burn what was left to ash. Such was the only way to exterminate this infestation at the source, by destroying all of it in one fell swoop. They even requested that sir Momon share something of his knowledge in such arts, if he had any available.

Naturally the plan had many opponents, not least of which were the other nobles from the Royal Faction. Destroying such a historic place, which was also the Capital of the entire Kingdom, was preposterous and ill-conceived. There was also no real guarantee that it would destroy the intruders completely, especially if the magic governing them was not stopped as well. It might only lead to the smoking ruins of the Capital becoming the nesting ground of another threat to humanity, creating more headaches for the future.

Fierce were the arguments that sped back and forth. It was hard for any one side to exert their will or make a convincing argument; and it was near impossible to reach a consensus—not with the time they had. Renner was most insistent in pleading for the life of the citizens. Guildmaster Ainzach was pressing for a swift end to the invasion, trading shouts with nobles who demanded the Guild repay their "mistake" by accepting the nobles' wills. And Lakyus herself was trying to reach out to the adventurer leaders who were not falling in line, hoping Blue Rose's charisma would be enough to turn their minds.

Amidst all this was Eclipse Nebula, who had so far remained silent during the discussions. Amelia and Nabe stood by Momon's side, looking statuesque. The former, in particular, was slightly distracting for Lakyus whenever she had to glance in her direction. As always, the woman's beauty never failed to fluster her. Twice they had crossed gazes and Amelia had smiled, forcing her to immediately look away.

Sir Momon's clear refusal to support any of the proposals; or even to offer one of his own, had galvanized the others in the room. They either believed that Momon was silently approving of their own plan; or had clear reservations of what others were proposing. Lakyus felt that Momon would have favored her proposal or the Princess', and would have been greatly surprised if he'd spoken in favor of the nobles' plans.

When the arguments had seemingly reached a peak, and Lakyus had begun to despair of ever finding a solution, Momon suddenly began to walk away from the table. Right at that moment, everyone's eyes were immediately turned in that direction, irresistibly drawn by the man's movement.

Momon uttered not a single word as he opened the door and walked on through, leaving the war council room with both Amelia and Nabe following behind. The rest of the room was silent for a second, before a pandemonium of noise erupted once more. All of them were bewildered by Eclipse Nebula's sudden action, and wondered what it meant. Did it mean that Momon disapproved of their planning? Or was he about to do something? Why did he not speak to them at all? Lakyus was of two minds: should she run after them and ask for an explanation, or would she need to stay here to ensure that the right plan was made?

She looked towards her teammates, who looked just as confused as she did. In the end, not a single one of those in the council followed after Momon. A certain few nobles even had the gall to start chiding Momon in loud whispers, for his apparent crudeness and lack of manners. Lakyus glared at them for good measure. Did they not recall that his wife was right here?

Minutes passed as the high-flying arguments, which had dimmed down into a trickle upon Momon's departure, quickly flared up into their previous form. This went on for so long that it took several moments before Lakyus even realized someone was yelling at them from the door.

From the armor they were wearing, one of them was an adventurer. Beside him was another person, someone wearing the armor of a soldier from the Kingdom.

"It's Momon-san!" they shouted, causing the war council to dwindle once more into silence. "He and his group… They've charged right into the front! They're diving straight through the horde!"

It was like lightning had struck her mind. Now they all realized what Momon's plan was. He had no patience for talk, and was a person who favored decisive actions which he made on his own volition; and all without even requesting (nor needing) the support from others. Just like he had done in E-Rantel, he had immediately gone for the throat, together with Eclipse Nebula.

Lakyus looked at her team-mates. They nodded. They knew what they had to do. She could not allow them to go unsupported. And Lakyus would be damned if she let herself get upstaged by her heroic husband.

It was Blue Rose's turn to dash out the door. Behind her, she heard several more following in her wake. Today, just like Momon, they would all be heroes, called to a great and noble action.

Nazarick had been unleashed in full, again. Since the small party of Ainz, Albedo and Nabe couldn't hope to clear such a large area of the enemy monsters all by themselves, (at least not without all of them unleashing their true power) they had to make up for it by putting pressure on the creatures from underground.

Multiple Gates were opened, funneling literal armies from within Nazarick to start the slaughter. Thousands of undead soldiers were generated from Shalltear's floors, which constituted the frontline that would drown the enemy in bones. Each of the three main passages had armies commanded by Shalltear, the dark elf twins and Cocytus, with Demiurge providing reconaissance and support for all three from behind. The intent was to help thin the number of enemies above, which would help Ainz from being bogged down in irrelevant enemy fodder on his approach.

Ainz's goal was then to personally find the source of these creatures and shut it down. Thanks to Demiurge's intelligence, they were able to scope out the general locations where these places might be, which would help in speeding things along. This was also something of a gamble: Blue Rose would undoubtedly follow along behind them once they realized what they intended. If they didn't and chose to stay behind, then all was good. But if the shadow demons reported that they were following after them, a distinct possibility according to Albedo, then at least Ainz's new wife and Albedo's plaything wouldn't be carelessly killed through sheer misfortune.

Was it too much? Perhaps. It was a large commitment of their resources. But Ainz was leaving nothing to chance. He'd already experienced this once before, back in Solution's village. He had been surprised then, and if it hadn't been for Nazarick's innate power—the power he and his comrades had built up over the years—he might have been overwhelmed. Now, seeing the same things repeated, he knew Nazarick had to demonstrate its full power. As a bonus, it was not as if anyone would see them, when they were all so far underground.

"Ainz-sama, we're ready to head deeper," Nabe reported. They had cleared a path through the horde, which had done nothing but get in their way as they had returned to the parts of the city that had fallen to them. Many of the buildings were burning, thick black smoke obscuring the blood-spattered streets. He could hear hundreds more of the creatures shouting around him. He didn't know what they were doing other than mustering for battle. At least they were all silent within his immediate vicinity.

"Very well." Without outsiders watching, he was free to forego his usual blades as the hero Momon and instead just use his magic caster spells, which turned the enemy's minds against them or literally fried their brains to death.

"Ainz-sama." Yet before they could advance, he was stopped by a Message.

"Demiurge."

"The shadow demons report that Blue Rose has left the building and is heading deep into the city after you."

He sighed. Well, at least he'd gotten a bit far already. They'd take a while to catch up.

He glanced at Albedo. "They're coming."

She nodded. "Your human wife's a determined one, my lord. I would have done the same, were I in her little shoes."

"I don't have time to wait for them." He fiddled with his blade. "I'll bring the Pleiades with me. Albedo stay here and tell them I've already gone deeper while you…" He gestured around them. "Were told to hold the line up here or something."

Albedo looked like she wanted to protest, but she eventually curtsied. "And if they press for it, my lord?"

"Well, you can allow them. But don't tell them where, exactly. You'll be their escort and try not to run into me down there."

"Very well. Good hunting, my lord Ainz."

He nodded to Nabe, before the two of them walked into the tunnel leading down to the underground network that had once been used by the Eight Fingers. Once a little along the way, he opened several Gates, which summoned all the Pleiades to him along with Sebas Tian—pulling them from their previous tasks. He would have gone on alone, but he knew Albedo would have protested, demanding a stronger escort. Well, there was no stronger escort than his friend Touch Me's creation and the full collection of the Pleiades.

The tunnels deep down were teeming with the creatures, lending credence to Demiurge's theory that the creatures had their source here. Some sort of powerful artifact or magical spell was powering their appearance. It must be something unusually strong, for it to replicate something that he had only seen in Yggdrasil.

From that point onward, it was a race between him and Blue Rose to find the source of this disturbance. It was imperative that he take care of it swiftly before they arrived and witness him using his abilities that Momon should not possess. Thankfully, Albedo was there with them, giving updates as to their progress, and even helpfully goading them down wrong paths.

On the other side, Nazarick's three-pronged assaults had covered enough ground such that the invaders were now turning their attention against them instead; as if driven by their collective instinct to recognize Nazarick as the greater threat. This had the effect of easing up on Ainz's side, allowing him to reach the suspected chambers much quickly.

"I see it now, Demiurge," Ainz said. After some time, he finally arrived at the chamber which seemed to be the source of all these creatures.

"As expected of you, my lord," Demiurge said.

It was some sort of crown. It was suspended in midair, held aloft by magic. From within it flowed some sort of vines or tentacles, which seemed transparent or translucent—like certain animals he'd seen before in a nature show. The creatures emerged from within the tentacles, fully formed, screaming, all ready to fight.

When he had seen that, he had immediately ordered an assault, targeting the strange vine-tentacles. They all fell, severed neatly enough, leaving only the centerpiece: the floating crown. But he could already see that the crown was reforming its appendages, which were slowly growing from within it like slithering serpents.

He turned to the Pleiades maids and Sebas, who were waiting dutifully behind him. "All of you, hang back."

Ainz quickly examined the object with his spells, and was happy to confirm that it was indeed some sort of item from Yggdrasil. Its name and nature were easily identified by his spell. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to ponder on how it had gotten here, and how it had been activated.

"My pardons, Ainz-sama, but this Evileye seems to be honing on your scent. Or perhaps it is the scent of the artifact. I've tried to convince them, but Lakyus is following her lead. And of course, I can't do more without baring my fangs." Albedo's voice was apologetic as she reported.

He grunted. He couldn't let Lakyus or the others come here now. He wouldn't be able to "solve" the object as just himself. And he didn't want to destroy it now immediately. He really wanted to collect the artifact and examine it at his leisure later. But it was a little tricky to do that even as Ainz, not without some lengthy preparations.

"Albedo," he said. "Prepare to have Sebas occupy you."

"...Understood, my lord."

He then turned to the Pleiades, instructing them to take on their masks once more, and then intercept Blue Rose to keep them busy for a little while.

"I trust that I don't need to tell you that Lakyus is my wife, and I should be very disappointed if she gets so much as a scratch."

"We shall not disappoint, my lord," the maids said. Sebas was instructed to push and knock away "Amelia", who would be conveniently out of the picture and would not be able to use her strength to aid Blue Rose against the Pleiades.

"And furthermore, please do pull back in the proper manner when I give the orders," Ainz said. "Just buy me several minutes."

When they were gone, Ainz opened another Gate, and summoned the last of the Pleiades: their youngest sister and leader, Aureole Omega.

The immortal in the traditional miko outfit emerged at his summons, bowing deeply towards him.

"You have called, and I have answered, my lord," she said. "Aureole Omega, at your service."

"Ah, yes. Greetings. There's no time," he said, gesturing towards the artifact. "Seal it and bring it with you. I shall come to collect it later."

"Very well, my lord," the beautiful woman replied. She turned towards the artifact, frowned her brows in concentration, and thrust her hand out. The crown then floated slowly towards her, like metal to a magnet. It wavered, as if it had a mind of its own and was resisting. But she was gifted with a particular power over artifacts by her Creator, even to the point of being able to deactivate World Items. Such a measly trinket like this crown didn't even rate as something to challenge her ability.

She beamed as she held the crown aloft, which seemed to squirm in her hands. "Very good," he said, and gestured back towards the Gate. "Keep it safe and ready until I come to collect."

"I shall be happy to take this one into my tender care," she said, cradling the crown like it was a newborn babe, as she disappeared into the Gate, back to Nazarick.

And with that, the troublesome source of the city's troubles, which had so rudely interrupted his quest for revenge, was finally extinguished. He sagged to the ground, kneeling on it to prepare for the arrival of Blue Rose. So much energy had been expended just to manage this sudden and unexpected intrusion. The tiredness he felt at having it all end helped put him into the proper mindset for setting the stage. Lakyus and the rest were supposed to find him here, utterly exhausted after a grueling battle.

When he was ready, he lay on the floor and closed his eyes. He mentally sent the all clear to the Pleiades, instructing them to run away and for Albedo to return. Then he closed his eyes and waited.

Several minutes passed. Then he heard a shout from the entrance.

"Momon-san!?"

"My lord!" Albedo was the picture of the distraught servant, pulling him into her arms as she made a show of crying. Lakyus knelt at his other side, and while she didn't outright cry, she did hold his hand. That was a touching sign, at least.

"It's over," he said to them. "It's over."

Days would pass since the incident's end. With the artifact's disappearance and deactivation (as confirmed by Aureole via Message) the creatures evaporated as time passed, exactly as summoned creatures were supposed to in the game. In their wake, large parts of the city lay in ruins, irrevocably vandalized by the mysterious beasts that had been unleashed from within its depths.

Even more tragic was the tale of those who had been killed during the attacks. A full quarter of the city's population had been killed, just like that. While plans were already underway to clear out all the rubble and start the process of rebuilding, it would be a long and expensive road for the Kingdom. Near half of the survivors refused to return to their homes in the city, fearing for the return of another unexpected threat. They dispersed into the land, sometimes even leaving the Kingdom entirely.

All that, of course, was minutiae that no longer had anything to do with Ainz. Oh, he had been lauded and praised by the King himself, had been given so many honors that he could barely remember them all, and had even been given a noble's title to boot. But as an adventurer, he couldn't offer anything but his condolences to those who had been slain, and wouldn't even think of offering up his own body to help rebuild. Those were tasks for others, not for adventurers expected to travel and find more tasks to be fixed.

It was especially true for him, as not only was he perhaps the greatest adventurer in all the Kingdom, he was also a newly wedded husband to Lakyus of Blue Rose. Such a fact had not been forgotten even with all the events that had transpired. And with all the administrative wrinkles being smoothed out, and after she'd consulted with her comrades, the newly wedded couple were finally free to celebrate their union in earnest. (In fact, they were very insistent that their Leader go, even when there were plenty of things that she supposedly had to do)

There had been a single moment, after the battle, when he had asked Lakyus if she still wanted to remain married to him. The threat of the Eight Fingers had disappeared—the leaders were safely interred in Nazarick—and so there was nothing to fear from those thugs any longer. She was free to live her own life, without needing to be obliged to him.

But she surprised him in demanding that he put such ideas out of his mind forthwith. With blushing face, she'd kissed him, and declared that she would never make a mistake in her life. She had chosen to be tied to "Momon", and only death would annul the bonds they had tied together before the gods. While she admitted that she was attracted to Albedo, she was ready to accept him as her husband.

Albedo was very pleased to hear that, and he saw her pumping her fist in the air, silently mouthing, "Mission accomplished!"

And so Ainz departed, with both Albedo and Lakyus in tow, riding around in a grand carriage on a sort of royal progress throughout the land. Along the way, the new couple could finally engage in something that newlyweds were expected to do: the consummation.

As always, Albedo was impeccable in setting up the situation.

Shalltear's little project all the way out in the Katze Plains seemed like the perfect place. Privacy was virtually guaranteed, as only the strongest and richest adventurers ever dared to ascend the gauntlet in order to stay for even a single night within its halls. For a day, the whole place was reserved—in the sense that the gauntlet had been tuned up to eleven and that only their carriage was allowed through without fuss. If certain regulars died, then Ainz didn't feel particularly affected.

"Hmmmphhh… Mpphh… Hmmm…"

On this moment, the leader of Blue Rose was sitting naked except for a pair of dark leather boots, and was kneeling between his legs. Lakyus' head bobbed up and down over his groin. Her mouth was firmly wrapped around his cock, which he had modified to be just the right size for her. It helped her swallow it down deep in her throat, though she still had some difficulties.

"Momon… haaaah… Is it… okay…?"

He patted her head. "You're doing good." Buoyed by his praise, she continued her ministrations, sucking him down eagerly. Her lack of experience was balanced by her eagerness and energy, and perhaps a dash of technique. It was as if she had been given some tips, or even practiced a bit. There could only be one person who would be giving her that sort of instruction.

Incidentally, that person wasn't here. She had left the two of them in the room, to leave the "very first time" up to them; but did promise to return once she sensed that their initial lovemaking was done.

Still, lack of experience or no, it was always gratifying for a beautiful woman to be devoting herself and her body to him, like worshiping his cock with her mouth. And while Lakyus, sadly, would not hold a candle to the likes of Albedo or Shalltear, she was still a beautiful woman in her own right, and that was more important. The intoxicating feeling of conquest at the sight of this high-class adventurer, veteran of many battles, who was also a real beauty, patiently slobbering on his cock, naked as the day she was born while wearing high-class boots, was unmatched.

Lakyus got really into the rhythm, such that even Ainz, for all that he'd gotten head from over a dozen mouths on hundreds of different occasions by now, could still feel himself being drawn to climax. Grunting, he said, "I'm close, Lakyus," to warn her to stop if she wanted.

But she kept on going, even tightening up her lips so he mouth firmly squeezed around the length buried in her throat. Chuckling at her clear intent, he patted her head in acknowledgment of her enthusiasm and leaned back to let the warmth of pleasure soak through his groin.

*Spurt!* *Spurt!*

"Grk! Mlph!" He could feel her throat spasm around him as he shot his cum straight into her throat. It always felt liberating to finish inside a beautiful woman's mouth, no matter whose it was wrapped around his member. His mind only exulted in once more defiling a lovely throat and filling it with his seed.

"Pfah!" It seemed that inexperience was still weighing Lakyus down, as she coughed from the cum clogging her throat. The last bits of sperm shot over her hair and forehead.

"Are you okay?" He saw that a few drops of her arousal had flecked onto the carpet, and her lower entrance had been dripping all this time. He felt it prudent not to mention it and tease her, especially when she was still trying to swallow down his cum.

After coughing a few times, she nodded. There were tears in her eyes, and cum-stained drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. "I'm fine, my husband," she said hoarsely.

He stroked her cheek. "If something is too much, you must tell me. This is your first time, after all."

She cleared her throat, and made several swallowing noises. "It's… fine… I was just… surprised." Her gaze fell on his cock, which was still standing erect, despite having just finished dumping a big hot load in her gut. "Ummm… I'm not really sure what to do next, my pardons…"

"That's fine. Leave it to me now." He rose and cradled her body in his arms. He princess-carried her over to the bed nearby, and lay her down on it. Her hands were clasped over her breast, as if in prayer; her face flushed a deep red, her eyes glimmering.

He started slow, stroking her body sensually to ease her into the flow. He ran his fingers over her arms, her neck, her shoulders, pausing to cup and pinch her wonderful nipples, which glowed pink against milky-white skin. Then he started stroking her belly, moving in slow, deliberate shapes and figures, until he descended; now patting and stroking her inner thighs, then down to her feet. He'd left her leather boots on, and he paused to admire the way they looked against the rest of her naked body. She giggled, tickled by something. They crossed eyes and he smiled.

Seeing her pale, supple, milky-white skin, untouched by anyone and virtually unblemished in spite of her profession; on a body that had been toned from years of work; and knowing that only he had the privilege to see it all naked, bared only for him, really got him going.

Then his hand rose back up again, trailing a line over her leg, under her knee, over her thighs, then all the way over the spot between her legs. When he pressed on it, she gasped, as he felt around her warm moisture.

The scent of each women's vagina was unique, he had found, ever since he'd been given the chance to compare. There was a peculiar muskiness to it, which definitely drew him to try a taste, and Lakyus would not be the first (nor the last).

"Ah, sir Momon, that's…!" Her eyes lit up in panic when she saw his face approach her entrance. He blew on it, causing he to gasp. He knew she'd experienced this already from Albedo, and was also used to doing it to her. This was perhaps her first time receiving it from a man.

"Shhh…" he said. "Like I said, leave it to me."

He gently rubbed all along her outer lips, pulling at them gently. He stroked his fingers over her opening, over the delicate folds of her labia, then over her clitoris, which had already budded. He was happy to see she was pleased by him—it was quite novel, considering all the rest were of Nazarick who were eager to please and be pleased. As he continued touching her entrance, several more drops of liquid oozed out.

He traced his fingers all around her delicate, fleshy opening. With particular care, and paying close attention to her reactions, he started laying small kisses up and down her slit, tasting the tangy hint of her arousal on his tongue. Then he opened his mouth and clamped it over her pussy, subtly making sure his mouth was the proper size. He pressed his tongue gently over her opening, slowly swirling it around until it was able to dig into her folds.

She started to moan, her fingers pulling at her hair. He looked up and watched her face, saw her lips formed into a slight pout, her body trembling faintly. Ainz attached his lips over her clit, breathing on it and causing her fingers to clench and pull on his hair. He slowly, carefully pushed the tip of his tongue against that erect bud, and he felt her body shudder and jolt in response.

Lakyus wouldn't see it, but his lips were perfectly sized over her clit, shifting in secret to accommodate it as he did with others, which allowed him to eke out as much of the woman's pleasure with just small, tantalizing movements. And it was working with Lakyus just as it had worked with the others. She was audibly whining now, practically pushing herself on his face as he worked over her clit. He felt her thighs wrapping around his head, heard her moaning loudly now, in-between rapid gasps. Her movements felt like she was trying to push him away, to escape from the budding pleasure, but her hips and her thighs were paradoxically keeping him sealed. He felt her warm fluids bathe his nose, his mouth, his face, when her body started spasming, as her massive orgasm crashed into her body.

"Nggghhh…! Haaahhh… Haah…!"

When he rose from his position, his mouth filled with her delicious nectar, he looked down at her and saw her lying flat, insensate, her body twitching as her eyes swam. Then she looked at him and gasped. "Momon… That was…"

He chuckled, and leaned down to pull her into his embrace. She was ready now, and so was he. But he needed to ask.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, dragging his lips against her sweat-lined forehead. She was his precious treasure, perhaps the first he had earned in this world. For that reason alone he would take care of her.

"I am always ready," she boasted, but she did press her hands against his chest. She rubbed his chest softly, and was perhaps admiring his body in her own way. "I have been told that it will be painful, but I know now that beyond that is a world of pleasure, my lord. So I shall welcome it."

He could tell that she was bracing herself despite her words. And that was why he remained gentle and slow as he positioned himself above her, angling his cock against her wet, steaming opening. He was tempted, oh so tempted, to arrange his cock into something larger and more formidable, but he would do that later. For now he would enjoy taking in his first woman from the local land, and he would endeavor to make her enjoy it too.

Her body stiffened up visibly as he started pressing his cock against her folds. He kissed around her cheek and neck, whispering softly to her to make her relax. He continued pushing his hips forward, moving his cock deeper inside her. After feeling it out, he could sense she had no maidenhead, whether from Albedo's doing or because of her lifestyle. Her hole was still remarkably tight and virginal, her voice sweet and hot in his ear; and the way she clung to him so desperately showed that these were all new sensations to her. Eventually, he was able to push himself all the way in until he was buried up to the root, locking himself tight and snug inside her hole. After that, he took a pause, patting and stroking her head to give her time to adjust to his length.

She exhaled repeatedly, loud and long, as if she were expelling so much of the anxiety that had been inside her. "It's so… big… lord Momon."

It could get bigger, he thought, but didn't say.

Then she surprised him when he reached out for his face, pulled it down towards hers, then mashing their lips together.

"Sorry… Was that too much?" she asked, her face practically red to the roots, their saliva forming a thin bridge between their mouths.

He chuckled. "No. Let's do it again." He kissed her again, and as they made out, he started moving his hips forward and backward; yet again starting off slow so as not to startle her. It certainly felt nice inside her, so he was able to savor all the sensations of being inside a new hole. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them in tune with his thrusts, and felt her moan into his mouth.

Eventually, as he expected, her virginal eagerness came to the fore. She started urging him on between pants and kisses, squeezing him tight while locking her ankles behind his back. She started driving her hips against his, almost like she was competing against his movements—or perhaps it was simply more driven by her newly-awakened sexual instincts. Regardless, he was not one to deny his lover's fervent request, particularly when she asked with such enthusiasm.

He pounded into her hard, rocking the bed beneath them from the full force of his thrusts. Lakyus was practically squealing as she bounced back on the mattress, her boobs jiggling as she was carried along. Again and again, he drove inside her, all but filling the entire place with the obnoxious sounds of their flesh smacking together.

Sweat was falling from them, pooling everywhere and staining the bed. Their lower orifices felt like a burning torch, so hot and wonderful and sending all sorts of sensations everywhere like a firework. Were he less experienced, he'd have been drawn in by her enthusiastic motions. As it was, he kept his cool as he growled, focusing on his task and the supreme pleasure of breeding such a high-class specimen, relative to this world, something which he would have never accomplished before. The sight of her writhing below, arching her back, gasping with eyes rolled up, magnified the pleasure he felt inside her depths.

He placed the back of his ankles over her shoulders, and drove into her with increased, but still careful rapidity. Perhaps later he would introduce her to an experience that would rightly shatter her mind. For now he would just allow her to enjoy the moment, as this only came but once in a life.

"No… Oh gods… Ohhh… Ohhhh…!"

When the time came, he felt her body seize up once more. She uttered a loud shriek as the orgasm ripped through her nerves. Her velvet tunnel clamped down hard on his cock, like many thousand tongues licking at him, milking him. He obliged her body's desires with a grunt, his tip pushing deep inside before exploding in a shower of white-hot cum. As she writhed in ecstasy, he spurted into her again and again, while their sweat-lined bodies lay intertwined on the bed, hands held together, limbs coiled around each other, their mouths never apart.

With him still inside her, he watched her beautiful face as it blinked back to consciousness. He ran a hand through her hair, patting it gently, as she opened her eyes to meet his.

"Sir Momon… I…" He smiled silently, allowing her to go on. "That was wonderful…! It all felt so…" She looked down, and rubbed over her navel, where he knew she could still feel him inside, along with all the seed he had vigorously pumped inside her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She nuzzled against his chest, her fingers gripping his body hard. "This all feels like a dream to me, almost. I still fathom that I live in the very same moment as two very marvelous individuals. I feel as if the gods had blessed me from birth…"

He caressed her back gently as they spooned on the bed. Truth be told, he'd wondered at his good fortune himself. To be sent here to this world just as he'd expected to wake up to the cold reality of that other world. And ever since then he'd been able to experience so many things.

But perhaps most strikingly, he would perhaps have never felt so many good experiences like he'd shared with Lakyus, and with all the rest of the women he'd known, had it not been for one event. That lone moment of weakness, on that inn room, in a time that seemed so long ago now.

He had allowed himself to fall to temptation. At the start, he had feared for the worst. So many things could have gone wrong. But in hindsight, it had all seemed to work out.

His private musings were interrupted when the door to the room opened. Albedo, in her Amelia disguise, tiptoed inside. She was wearing a translucent dress, with almost nothing beneath. Lakyus' head quickly turned in her direction.

"Amelia-sama!"

"It seems you're all done with your little moment together," Albedo said lustily, as she crawled on the foot of the bed towards them. "Now, let us dedicate the rest of the night to the three of us. Lord… Momon." She kissed him. Then she turned to Lakyus and kissed her. "And you, my dear pet."

Shaking his head, Ainz watched with bemusement as Albedo began her self-proclaimed "marital orgy", while an oblivious Lakyus was sandwiched between them.

There were bound to be many more experiences for him in the future, with Albedo, with Lakyus, and with all the rest of them. And there were bound to be new headaches to deal with too.

But for now, he would enjoy this little taste of heaven.

~THE END~

This was an anonymous commission, thank you. A reminder that the story is commissioned.

If you'd like a story commissioned, feel free to contact me here, or on archiveofourown under "RHoldhous", or message me on discord under RHoldhous#6771/jonholdhous.

If you like my stories but don't wish to commission something big, you can drop a few at peypal dot me/RHoldhous (please change the second letter on peypal to a). Any help is appreciated!