And to the Bedroom

Sarah lay back on the bed, gloriously naked with her legs spread wide. I knelt down in front of her, ready to return the favour from back at the farmhouse. I began by slowly tracing my fingers around her inner thigh, moving to her labia for only brief moments. She giggled. "You don't have to be so delicate with me, you know."

I grinned. "Well if you insist..." I moved to her pussy, licking her clit with the flat of my tongue. As the salty-sweet flavour danced across my tastebuds, I moved my fingers to her entrance, and sunk them inside. Sarah moaned happily as I did, so I increased the rate that I was licking as I curled my fingers up inside her. After a few moments searching, she stiffened and cried out. I pulled my fingers out, and Sarah gasped in annoyance.

"Why did you stop?" I winked at her in response, and brought my mouth to her cunt. Sticking my tongue in, I curled it up to meet the same spot I'd found with my fingers, frigging her clit at the same time with my fingers. "Holy shit!" She grabbed my head, forcing it into her crotch in ecstasy. Before long, she came, her sweet juice coating my tongue. I brought my face up, and our eyes met, smoldering in desire. "Get your face up here."

I stood up, leant over Sarah's body, and brought my lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestled and I slowly brought by cock up to her waiting cunt. As we gasped for air in between kisses, I plunged my hips forward and speared her on my throbbing member. Sarah yelped, giving me a playful glare. "Warn a girl next time."

I chuckled. "Oh? already forgotten how to act once my cock's involved?"

"Maybe I have. Why don't you try to remind me?"

I grinned. "That sounds like a challenge."

"Oh? You sure you're up t- HOLY SHIT!" her taunt was interrupted as I started thrusting in and out of her, quickly increasing my speed until we were a mess of panting and frenzied rutting.

"FUCK ME YOU FUCKING STUD! BREAK THIS FUCKING BED!"

"Oh? You like that? You love me pounding your dirty, fucking cunt with my cock?"

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" I grabbed her hips and spun her around so that she was on her hands and knees instead of her back, massaging her ass as I continued to thrust. I leant over her back, grabbing at her tits as I did so to nibble on her ear. I felt my balls begin to tighten.

"I'm gonna cum Sarah. Where do you want it?"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfillmeup fill me up FILL. ME. UP!" I brought my hips to hers with a euphoric roar and began pumping my seed deep into her. Sarah let out an elated squeal as I did so, and we both slumped down onto the mattress. Panting, I rolled off her and we cuddled as we lay on the bed. Sarah had a beautiful afterglow to her, her heaving chest bringing my attention back to her glorious breasts. Her tits were hidden from me though, as she rolled over to look at my face. "You need a name."

"What?"

"I need something to shout when we fuck, and Overlord really isn't doing it for me. Also it'll be good for your mistresses to have something else to call you to set them apart."

"Mistresses? Plural?" I asked. I hadn't been sure whether Sarah would be okay with more people in the relationship.

She grinned cheekily. "Of course! As good as you are in the sack, you aren't the only person I'll ever want to have sex with. All the better if there's a couple of other girls around to fuck if I don't feel like having my mind shattered by a magic cock. Now, the name."

"I really don't have a preference. I was presumably born with one, but I don't remember it."

Sarah squinted at me for a second. "Hmmm. You know, I think I'll call you Jacob."

"Jacob? You want me to be the great feared Overlord called Jacob?"

"What's the issue?"

"It's a bit underwhelming, isn't it? Makes me sound like a werewolf who refuses to wear a shirt. Why not something fear inspiring, like Abaddon? Or Voldemort. Or Garfield."

"Eh, too much of a mouthful to scream in the sack. I like Jacob." I looked down at Sarah, taking in her glittering green eyes, resplendent hair, truly phenomenal rack and her absolutely incredible ass. She was a staunch ally, good friend, and a demon in the sack. All in all, I couldn't really begrudge her this. I sighed.

"Jacob it is then." Sarah snuggled into my chest.

Once we got up, I donned the armor that I hadn't passed off to some minions for repairs, walking down to the throne room bare faced and bare chested. The first rubble that had been moved were the pieces blocking entrance to the bedchambers. Sarah had immediately pulled me upstairs, so I was interested to see what had been achieved while we'd been otherwise occupied. The gaping holes in the roof had been repaired, although there were still windows arrayed around the domed ceiling. Handholds were carved into the stone pillars, making up minion sized paths to the various windows. At the apex of one of those paths perched a single brown minion, affixing shutters to the window. I imagined the shutters were used to vest a certain malevolent ambiance to the throne room in case of any heroic visitors. Rubble still blocked one of the four exits from the throne room, but otherwise the ground was fully cleared. Gnarl was sitting on the edge of the throne's dais, throwing rocks from a small pile at a minion in a jester's hat.

"All finished breaking in the bed, sire?"

"That I am, Gnarl. The browns are fine to start the renovations up there. Speaking of renovating, why is there still some rubble blocking that staircase?"

"That leads to the forge sire. It's useless until we find the foundry, so we're focusing on the rest of the restoration efforts first."

"How are you repairing the armour without a forge?"

"Heat only makes the forging process easier. Sheer brute **** can make up some of the difference, and thankfully **** is the specialty of the browns."

"Have they finished? I want to visit Spree and cathart a little."

"Giblet will be done soon, sire."

I decided to recline on my throne as I waited. The stone was cool against my back, as refreshing as the cool breeze that wafted through the large window overlooking the surrounding mountains. The clouds swirling in turbulent eddies around their peaks stirred some foggy memory in the back of my mind, from a time before I wore the Overlord's armour. Perhaps I had scaled the dark tower for some other reason in my past life? Was I an evil competitor? A valiant hero? A cowering peasant? What could have inspired me to meet the embodiment of evil? My reverie was broken as Sarah plopped herself onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. We briefly kissed, and talked until a brown minion with deeply tinted goggles slung across his forehead scrambled out from the staircase leading to the catacombs. Other browns filed in after him, carrying my armour and helmet. The patches that had been caved in were noticeably less smooth than the rest of the armour, but overall everything looked sturdy. Donning my armour, I strolled through the gate to Spree.

"You. Care to explain yourself?" I was pointing at Terence, the man who had told us to free the camp of slaves in exchange for information about the crane. Gerard, his even more dimwitted companion, was twitching a little as he lay on the ground, one of the halflings still kicking him in the side.

"Ehrm, you'll be wanting to try Heaven's Peak, won't you? Cranes like them lakes. Boombo birds might've pushed them around a bit though."

I felt a vein begin to pulse in my forehead. "Describe a crane to me. Right now."

Terence gave me a confused look. "Well it's a bird, innit? Big one, too. All ruffled and pointy, y'know?" The pulsing vein was joined by a twitching eye, and Gerard was joined on the ground by Terence, a new onslaught of browns striking him, though avoiding the use of their claws. No use killing a subject over ignorance, annoying as it may be. Thankful for the stress relief with Sarah before I'd braved the village, I strolled towards the town center.

People gathered around as I reached it, their faces a mix of fear and adoration. Gazing around, I decided that it would be better to get to business.

"I believe I owe one of you something." Eyes flickered to Terence and Gerard's painfully moaning figures. I sighed. "Your information at the camp may have saved my life. I would like to offer a reward."

The man from the camp stumbled forward. He licked his lips nervously. "What do you want, sire?"

I spread my arms magnanimously. "The real question is: what do you want? I shall endeavor to deliver it."

His eyes flicked back to the gathered people. Seeming to find some sort of confirmation, he shakily turned back to me. "Well, if it be pleasing you lord, the halflings have taken the rest of our food supplies. We've barely any farmland, and keep getting more and more people comin' in. Considerin' you beat the troll back there, I was hoping you'd be able to get our food back."

Goddamn it. "I'm offering anything you want. Riches, power, sex. And you ask for a little food? Surely I can be more generous." Money at least would be easy. The halfling camp had held a small stockpile of money, more than enough to blow any peasant's mind. Alas, however, the man stiffened with some internal resolve.

"No sire, that is what I wish for. Please reclaim our food." Ugh. Fine. I was going to have to work on all this stiff moral fiber they were showing.

"Very well! Rejoice, for you shall soon have yourself a great feast!" Excited murmuring spread around the assembled villagers, and the man in front of me at least had the good grace to grovel appropriately. I was directed toward another gate out of the village, and prepared to kill another batch of unfortunate halflings.

At least they sounded funny when they died.