Business and Pleasure on a Magical Honeymoon

[Lord Momonga, I am ready to report my findings.] A calm professional voice echoed in Momonga’s mind, piercing through the cacophony of gasps and moans, both real and not, as it bypassed his ears.

[Seren? Is that you?] Momonga managed to ask back with the Message spell, groaning in satisfaction as Albedo instinctively rocked her hips in time with his thrusts and tightened around his dick on the backstroke. [Oh! She’s so good at this!]

[My Lord?]

[Ah, forgive me, Seren. I was just instructing Albedo in regards to a number of new positions and techniques she will be assuming from now on.] (AN: Showing that Momonga’s greatest talent was still BS.)

[I see. It was never my intention to interrupt your teachings. If this is a bad time I-]

[Think nothing of it, Seren. I am more than capable of, and pleased, attending to the needs and concerns of all my cherished friends.] With a thought, half-a-dozen of Albedo’s reflections became six familiar maids who immediately set to work pleasuring their fantasmal mistresses.

[Especially one as reliable and lovely as yourself.] Now where one of the Albedos had been humping his armrest, a living image of the busty butler stood patiently before him.

[.That Lord Momonga thinks so highly of me, it warms my heart. But such praise is unwarranted. Staying by her Lord’s side and obeying his orders is the reason for a butler’s existence.] An almost imperceptible quiver in her voice. {“Almost”}

Meanwhile, her twin’s uniform had become far less modest; black undershirt vanishing beneath her suit so her white silk tie could dip down into a generous window of cleavage, tuxedo pants fizzling away into a short pencil skirt with matching black stockings and she grew an extra inch of height as her modest loafers grew into a pair of stiletto heels.

[I speak only the truth, my dear. In fact, I think that we shall personally evaluate your own talents at the earliest convenience…] Not-Seren’s steely gaze softening slightly with a faint blush, she stepped onto the throne and straddled the dazed demoness’ face between her long legs.

Lost in a frenzied haze of romance, tactile and hormone driven pleasure, Albedo didn’t offer any form of protest or hesitation as long-denied instincts took hold at the challenge of a worthy rival. Grasping onto a pair of thighs that were not physically present, her tongue plunged its way into an equally unreal snatch. She was as dominating and forceful in drinking her challenger’s {addictively refreshing} nectar as her earlier kiss had been soft and submissive.

[...But I digress. Tell me, what have you seen of our surroundings.]

[Ah. Yes. Ehem! We are surrounded by plains, with no intelligent creatures in sight.]

[A plain…?] He repeated, not even breaking stride as he continued pounding his lover’s sopping wet cunt. [Not a noxious swamp brimming with savage beastmen?]

/Plains. Terrible terrain for a fort; easily visible, approachable from every angle, difficult to fortify, **** to siege weaponry, allows for rapid coordination, advancements and withdrawals of attacking forces./

[Is that so… Thank you Seren. I am beginning to grasp this situation we have found ourselves in.] ‘I am?’

[To have already calmly and swiftly evaluated such an unprecedented occurrence while the rest of us sat by ignorantly… As expected of the Supreme Being who looked after us for so long.]

[That Seren Nity thinks so highly of me, it warms my heart.] he quipped charmingly, turning her words back on her, even as Albedo clenched down on his dick and he had to resist succumbing to his own ecstasy. [Make one final sweep of the perimeter. I have already called the Guardians to gather in the sixth floor arena. Albedo and I shall meet you there shortly to discuss what you have learned.]

[As you command.] The Message spell disconnecting thereafter.

Having served their purpose, Momonga did away with the {foreshadowing} illusory members of his orgy. For the next act of this grand performance he would not need to distract or restrain himself from enjoying his prize.

Still giddy from the latest batch of toe-curling orgasms, Albedo’s fuck-addled mind was slow to register the loss of the tasty honeypot she had been suckling moments ago. Her long slippery tongue lewdly whipping about and wondering where its favorite new toy had gone.

“Albedo.” He called out yet again, this te with a frustrated sigh. “I am afraid that we will have to continue this at another time. There are urgent matters to attend to and we cannot be late for-”

“NO!” Albedo panted {LOVINGLY, LUSFTFULLY, BLISSFULLY, AROUSED, Indulgantly, Devotedly,-} “More! Please! Fuck me until my body is moulded into your perfect cocksleeve! Spill your seed within me until I can hold no more! Mark me as yours and yours alone!” Was her {predictable} response, shapely legs numbed by pleasure still managing to lock themselves around his waist possessively.

“Hah… Now, how could I possibly deny such an earnest request from such a lovely maiden on her wedding night?” Having never had any intention of stopping to begin with. “But the point still stands. We will not be late. I will simply have to... skip the rest of the foreplay.” His words all the more foreboding as his body came alight with arcane power. “[Change Shape]” “[Greater Haste]”

‘A spell-like ability and a 6th-tier spell. So at least I still have access to my abilities from YGGDRASIL… More or less…’

Haste spells for one had tended to only multiply one’s attack, casting and movement speed. It most certainly did not slow the rest of the multiplayer world down ala bullet time to allow one to appreciate how a stray bead of sweat might trail down the face of their lover with all of the urgency of a snail, only to be hurled across the room upon reaching the holy valley of titflesh energetically bouncing in time with your powerful thrusts.

Or watch the eyes of one’s sexual partner gradually widen and roll into her head as she felt her beloved’s manhood swell to fill her cherished depths like none else could. Nor hear her excited gasps grow deep and drawn out into sensual moans of ecstasy as a second and third pair of limbs began to tease and stroke her perfect body.

But most of all he definitely wouldn’t have been able to relish the feeling of Albedo’s already snug womb constrict like a warm velvety vice with each amazing thrust until all he could do was allow her cascading orgasms to masterfully coax out his own glorious release.

Seconds stretched into minutes seemed like years of relentless pleasure. What Albedo perceived as a rapid fire barrage, by Momonga’s reckoning was a series of methodical pulses of relentless suction beckoning him closer and closer to the brink of madness until finally he could endure it no longer!

Tightly wrapping his arms and wings around his mate as if the **** of his ejaculation would otherwise blow her away. A sentiment that seemed less and less ridiculous as he felt himself cum like an open faucet blasting Albedo’s insides with streams of thick creamy batter. All the while the succubus’ hungry snatch drank each and every drop, sealing tight against the building pressure so not a single pearly drop could escape.

After what seemed like an eternity, that was likely closer to a full minute, Momonga finally felt his virile member begin to wane and slow. Breaking his concentration time’s relative flow returned to normal, his extra arms retracting and dick shrinking back to a less menacing girth, Albedo’s slutty hole remaining as tight as when they began.

Staring down at {his} the angelic devil gasping for breath, glazed stare gazing off into the infinite and mouth hanging open in a wide dreamy grin; the very picture of an “ahegao”.

Just looking at her brought a cheeky grin to his face and a stirring in his loins, prompting a delighted moan from her lips as his barely softened dick steeled itself for another round.

/There’s no time for that. Her loyalty is all but assured. Keeping the Guardians waiting during such uncertain times could insight malcontent and questioning leadership./

A disturbing thought considering that any two of them would be favored to beat him if they worked together, each of them ranked at level 100 like himself.

{Eh, fine, fine... Should have made the meeting for after three hours. Or better yet, three days...}

With great **** and effort he unsheathed himself from his devoted follower and willed his inventory to open, a small rippling disc manifesting at his right hand. Reaching in, arm disappearing into the small void, he retrieved a pair of high quality goblets and a crystal bottle filled with a bright amber nectar. [Amrita], a high level potion capable of removing multiple status ailments at once.

Satoru’s stingy nature bemoaned wasting such an item for the sake of curing something as mundane as fatigue and dazed when more cost effective methods were available but...

{When it comes to women, always aim to impress.}

/A good leader should incentivize loyalty and camaraderie whenever possible./

...it seems that he had been overruled?

Filling the glasses and disposing of the bottle, he considered how best to rouse her, eventually taking a sip from a glass and sharing the sweet elixir with a kiss. Between the potent potion and his skilled tongue, Albedo was soon groggily returning to her senses.

“Has milady awoken? Or is she still dreaming of being my master?” he teased. Watching as her eyes snapped open in realization as to who she was addressing and how she had disobeyed his earlier orders all came back to her.

“P-please forgive me for for my selfishness, Lord Momonga!” she amended with {LOVE, Devotion, Fulfillment, Shame, Pride, Bliss, loved, fear, lust} urgency, prostrating herself as best she could, trapped between the throne and its rightful occupant. “I would never harbor such blasphemous thoughts! Just being permitted to serve your greatness should be more than sufficient for someone as lowly as I and yet I greedily-!!”

“Shh.” Momonga hushed her soothingly, holding the goblets in one hand as he gently pulled her to her feet with the other. “It is perfectly alright, Albedo. I shall regard your lapse in restraint as a compliment of my own abilities. You are completely forgiven!” Offering her one of the glasses which she accepted humbly.

“Y-your kindness knows no bounds, Lord Momonga!” {LOVE, DEVOTION, Relief, Fulfillment, Bliss, Loved, Thankful, embarrassment, lust}

Finishing their drinks and adjusting/reequipping their clothes, it only took a minor illusion spell to ensure that they both looked as fresh as roses, ready to confront their peers/underlings.

“By your leave, Lord Momonga.” Albedo bowed, overwhelming giddiness tempered by discipline and a growing sense of longing. “I shall join you at the sixth floor arena shortly.” The idea of her Master joining on the trek down when he had more convenient avenues of travel nothing but a frivolous fantasy in her mind.

She turned to leave but was halted by a firm hand upon her shoulder.

“Nonsense!” Momonga scoffed, opening his palm with a flash of emerald fire to present a silver ring adorned with a smooth gem of amethyst. “What sort of Lord would I be were I to arrive unattended? What sort of man would I be if I did not have a ring to present to my bride?”

A Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. One of 59 unclaimed extras that had been made in preparation for potential new guild members or in the event that one of their own was lost or destroyed in some way. To wear one was proof of one’s merit as a player and contributor to society and allowed one to teleport to nearly anywhere in Nazarick freely.

But in the eyes of the former NPC it was far more than a meager trinket in a videogame! For Albedo, it was the emblem of the Supreme Beings; her literal Gods! And now the head of that pantheon, whom she revered above even her own creator, was offering her the honor of taking that vacant place by his side?

So it was that Albedo regarded the offered ring with {LOVE, LOVED, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE,LOVE,LOVE,LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELO<3!_0<3!_0<3<3<3<3<3} unmasked awe and surprise.

“O-oh?! For me, Lord Momonga?” Her bashful words at odds with how readily she accepted and donned the piece of magical jewelry.

“Yes. With this you will be able to instantly navigate the Great Tomb as you wish.” Honestly a little unnerved as her breathing grew heavy with emotion. “A useful skill for the administrator of the Guardians… Or when called to my chambers.”

/Or to retreat to safety if the other Guardians become hostile./

Such {paranoid} /pragmatic/ thoughts were quickly forgotten as he was tackled hard in the chest by a flying Albedo. Raw passion coming to a roiling boil as she kissed her Lord as his wife for the first time.

Deciding not to spoil her fun, Momonga wove a subtle illusion. Implanting subliminal commands in her distracted mind, she was none the wiser as she used her wedding ring to travel to the Sixth Floor alongside him, lips locked the whole time.

*written by Lawless