Overlord of biblical proportions: Overlord of High School (16) (18+)

‘Well, let's consider the question of money solved for the moment.’ Momonga nodded to himself.

‘I don't know how exactly I should feel about making money from black market activities and underground fighting rings, but on the other hand, private security agencies are indeed a good suggestion. I haven't even thought about not killing monsters, but protecting against those! What a blind spot. Of course, I won't be able to do it personally, but I do have the option of working as a subcontractor, and instead of a doppelgänger, I could even use someone who doesn't look human to guard.’

Momonga felt unbridled joy, knowing that one of his more pressing issues was seemingly already solved.

‘Raynare, meanwhile, would be busy making money as someone who already knows how this world works… Indeed, I can use my main advantage, a fairly significant fighting force, to make money, and it seems that Demiurge has already taken care of that. Apparently Raynare has been in a dangerous situation up until this point, really, if her level is any indication… I’m surprised she’s survived for so long.’

Momonga teleported back to his private quarters and paused for a moment, chewing on the new information he had just received. ‘Wait, if Kuoh is demon territory, Ha, and to the Satan’s younger sisters at that, I guess Rias and someone else in this academy are the younger sisters of the local rulers. And so for me to happen to appear completely unexpectedly next to them, and apparently I am quite strong in this world, so of course they are interested in me…’

Momonga began nodding his head at the logical train of thought, before immediately pausing as a thought popped up in his head.

‘In that case… Then why didn’t someone tell me that I had entered foreign territory!? I wouldn't want to start my existence in this world with conflict with the local demons, so why didn't any of them approach me with questions?!’

Moments later, Momonga's emotions were suppressed again, causing him to be able to think logically again. ‘No, wait, Serafall did arrive with this very information. Judging by the fact that I entered their territory illegally, it would have been logical of me to promise that I wouldn’t violate their rules… I would have easily agreed even to leave if I'd known that this was demon territory, honest! I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean to conflict with you to begin with! Not that I can do that now!’

Another suppression of emotion, and Momonga came to a final conclusion to his situation. ‘Well, okay, so the situation is that I've already broken the demons' rules and even brushed off their just outrage, and judging by the mindset that the battle didn't start after that, I managed to defend my position… And I've already promised Raynare to provide protection for her, in which case I can't just backtrack, especially since apparently I've taken a pretty tough stance in negotiations with the demons, albeit accidentally. This is bad, I'll need to send a fairly strong defense for Raynare, from the looks of it. At least a couple dozen creatures of level eighty or higher, and a couple of creatures of level one hundred just in case, especially since I actually entered foreign territory without ample information gathering. Umu, if Punitto Moe were still with me, it would be his job to make battle plans in case of a clash. I almost started a guild war between Nazarick and the demons, after all.’

Reminiscing about the plant Hetermorph, the Tactician of the Guild, Momonga smiled a bit, before it was dampened soon after, remembering that his friend was gone.

‘But now I'm alone, and no matter what I say or decision I take, the NPCs will follow me, no matter how wrong or dangerous they might be. A possibility which means that I need to try to keep this situation under control and not provoke even more problems than I've already created… Umu, being a Guild-master in a guild where everything is not decided by democracy is too difficult!’

Only after coming to this thought and noting it on his internal ‘things I need to do’ list did Momonga finally return to reality, looking around his room again. It was the same as it had been the last time he visited it. The item about the need to come up with a decent plan for coexisting with the demons quickly slotted for something to do ‘later’.

‘Umu, the best thing to do now is to take the time to do a full inventory of Nazarick and check on all the NPCs, see how they’re doing and how they’re acclimating with their job. That’s what a good boss does, right?’  Momonga glanced around his room again, inwardly feeling a little timid at the opulence of the room he had been given.

Before, his gaze came upon something slowly wriggling under the blanket thrown over his bed.

Memories of Albedo meeting him in his private chambers last time almost instantly knocked all thoughts out of Momonga's head, but the suppression of emotion forced him to look closely again. He hadn't said anything or moved since he'd entered the room, so unless the other creature possessed [Thief] levels or similar classes, it was hard to detect him unless one looked in his direction.

Which allowed him to silently, standing in one place, continue looking at the something hidden under the covers, seemingly wriggling on his bed.

By the looks of it, it was as if someone was trying with all their might to imprint themselves on the bed. It was moving slowly across the bed as if a wild animal were trying to wipe itself with all its parts, marking its territory… However, Momonga was not sure whose territory exactly his private quarters were supposed to be.

Momonga's question was answered a moment later when the thing beneath his bedsheets lifted its head slightly, allowing the expensive dark-colored silk fabric to slip down slightly. The sheet slid freely over the now revealed girl's horns, exposing her long silky black hair and pale white skin. Which meant the identity of the mysterious thing under Momonga’s sheets can only be one person.

“Albedo?” Momonga uttered, after which the suppression of emotion once again removed the pinkish haze that had fallen over his eyes. "Umu, this is quite the déjà vu…"

Albedo, hearing this address to her, instantly turned around, looking into Momonga's face. The action letting him see, breaking through the light semi-darkness of his private chambers, the heated blush on her cheeks and the loud, slightly intermittent heaving of Albedo's chest from her noisy breathing.

The veil that had hitherto covered Albedo's figure gave way slightly before it lingered on her chest for a moment.

‘Déjà vu indeed.’ The thought in Momonga's head seemed to freeze before it was replaced by a new one. “Em, Umu, you're naked Albedo… Again.”

“Pardon me, my Lord!” Albedo bowed, and the bedspread that had previously been held over Albedo's imposing breasts could no longer stay in place, covering her modesty, as much as it can at least. Sliding down, it exposes first, the two pink nipples that were standing, jutting upward proudly. Then the cover slid lower, exposing part of her chest, and then the trained flat of her stomach, going down to her open navel and slightly lower, stopping just above her loins, leaving her most intimate part of all concealed.

With a sort of inner horror and disappointment, Momonga suddenly felt a slight regret within himself that the cover had stopped its run without fully exposing Albedo.

‘What?! How could you think like that, Momonga!’ The suppression of emotion worked a moment later, lowering his horror, though not completely.

‘My God, it's the fault of the trio of perverts! They influenced me with their aura or something! How else would I have gotten into this situation?! Why else would I have thought of something like that to my friend’s creation?!’

After another moment, the suppression of emotion pulled Momonga out of the swamp of terror and doubt that had begun to consume him, allowing him to become aware of the situation in which he found himself. “Albedo, umu, why are you… In my room?”

Albedo blinked when she heard this before she looked up at Momonga,- “My Lord, am I disturbing you? If you don't wish me to, I will right now…”

“No, of course not.” The moment Albedo lowered her head, deprived of the opportunity to fall to her knee, the veil covering her lower half of her body fluttered slightly, as did her breasts, causing Momonga to choke his thoughts again. Luckily, his suppression of emotion saved him again.

It, however, did not rob him of the emotions he was experiencing, but rather processed them into unambiguous and simple facts, deposited in his mind, consciously so that he cannot ignore them.

And in this case, Momonga suddenly realized that the fact was that he was aroused. Very aroused. Much more than he ever did, trying Peroroncino's advised games or watching porn.

Momonga was able to realize that his pants, which were a modified item of his outfit, were pressing against him in all the places where their compression was most uncomfortable. And Momonga could feel that his breathing was beginning to quicken and his eyes, as if possessing a mind of their own, were beginning to pick up details of Albedo's body that he had missed before.

Her slightly trembling black wings, her skin gleaming slightly in the half-dark light of the lamps from sweat, her slightly washed out eyes from passion and lust…

Another blast of his emotion suppression, dispelled Momonga's rising lust before he could lose control, but with it, came a realization to Momonga.

Either he had to flee this place as quickly as possible, before even his rational mind would accept as fact the inevitability of his actions, or he had to… Acknowledge the inevitability of his actions.

‘This is wrong.’ Momonga concluded internally, and he grasped at that thought like a man grasping on his lifeline. ‘This is absolutely wrong, Albedo is practically Tabula Smaragdina's daughter. She’s practically my niece! Plus, she is also my subordinate. How could I even look at the rest of the denizens of Nazarick in the eye should I do anything with Albedo now?! What would my friends say!’

And yet, even as he grasped at his lifeline with his indignation, Momonga could feel that he was losing the fight at each moment he stayed in his room. And yet, his feet might as well have been made of lead, with how hard it seems to move them.

‘On the other hand.’ Momonga suddenly froze as he realized that even the rational part of his mind, which had noted Albedo's condition as fact, suddenly resisted his judgment. ‘I already informed Albedo of her situation and she was not angry with me… No, even more, she kissed me, and she liked it, judging by her reaction. And I did too… so is it so bad?’

Momonga finds it very hard to dispute it.

‘But would Tabula approve of such a thing?!’ Another part of Momonga resisted his thinking, this time his more emotional part, the one that remembers his time with his friends fondly. ‘He didn't create Albedo like that, having sex with her would be like desecrating his memory!’

Fitting its part as his more emotional side, its argument was much more emotional, but before Momonga could agree with that part of his mind, his rational side decided to speak up again.

‘But on the other hand, didn’t her bio, that is Tabula created Albedo as a 'whore'? So it isn't clear that having sex with her is clearly not a direct violation of Tabula's settings.’ Momonga almost tripped over this thought. ‘Besides, Tabula was just creating a NPC in the game, her settings were just what he wanted to write, He obviously didn't expect her to become a real person and behave according to her settings.’

There was nothing for Momonga to object to these words, finding them to be completely rational.

So, he looked up at Albedo, still bowing her head, dutifully awaiting his decision, while her wings fluttered finely, flapping slightly, and her rapid breathing still barely echoed through the room. Momonga noted that the action causes a slight undulation in her chest, attracting his eyes like moths to flames.

‘I mean, umu, isn’t the most important part in this case, the decision of Albedo herself? And as Albedo herself said, she is not against it. No, even more than that, she is completely 'for' my changes.’ Momonga had a hard time fending off his own rational arguments, but when his emotional part also got involved, it became almost impossible.

‘Besides, even if I run now, it will not solve the problem, but only delay it, quite probably only for a few days until I meet Albedo again… It won't work to run from this issue forever. I made Albedo like this, so now to just dismiss her feelings, which I myself made her feel, would just be mean and low…’

Momonga shifted his gaze once more to the bedspread covering the lower half of Albedo's body before deciding to confront his own thoughts honestly, and no longer hided behind excuses. Of course, it might be just the blood loss, as it rushed from his head into another organ entirely. ‘Besides, she does look great, I'm ready to take care of her, and my dick is now trying to rip the divine-class item that has taken the shape of my underwear and pants. I wouldn't want to test whether or not this is possible, nor what injuries my body will survive if it proves impossible after all.’

“Albedo," Momonga finally made up his mind, asking a question he already knew the answer to. "Do you want me to… Make love to you? I am ready to take responsibility for it…”

After a moment so small that it was as if it hadn't even existed, Momonga almost fell off his feet, when he saw the sight in front of him. Albedo, raising her face sharply, showed that her pupils were narrowed to a completely indistinguishable small black dots, while her eyes opened fully, the visage creating an almost frightening picture in front of Momonga's face.

“Yes, Lord Momonga! More than anything! I'm willing to sacrifice anything for it!”

“Umu…” Before he could chicken out, his suppression of emotion answered Momonga instantly, causing him to breathe in and out slowly. “Okay, in that case, I guess…  We can do this.”

Albedo's wings, frozen still until then, fluttered upward sharply, as if they were arms raised in a joyous cry, before dropping again, shuddering finely, "My Lord, how do you desire me?”

“Ahem!” Momonga almost chocked, stumbling at this question as almost his entire sexual education had been drawn from porn, games, talks with Perorncino and a few educational videos. So, he didn't even know exactly how sex was supposed to be done…

Well, he certainly knew how it was supposed to work in theory, but he had never put it into practice, and all he had to hope for was that he could replicate the numerous amount of porn he had seen,

"Lie down on your back.” Ordering Albedo with more confidence than he actually felt, Momonga lowered his gaze to his own clothes, feeling the nervousness rise from within his mind…  Only for it to be quelled a moment later, as Momonga felt his blood-filled dick trying to tear his pants and froze for a moment in indecision.

Until that moment, he had repeatedly wondered what sex would feel like, and worried greatly that his partner would not like him or his actions… Pretty much the worries every virgin felt, that they would disappoint their partners, In that case, the Undead Overlord was very much human-like in demeanor and thought.

‘And more than that, this body of mine… Will it cause issues?’ Momonga felt himself reaching for his belt with almost deliberate slowness, and without his conscious control. ‘Of course I hadn't considered the average penis size in this world, I had many far more serious issues. So for this body, I had to use my real size, and I rarely saw others’ in the past world other than in porn… And they looked quite small in comparison. I won't be ridiculed for being so disproportionately big, right?’

***

Albedo felt her wings shudder with each nervous breath she took, as each beat of her heart stoked the fire running through her veins, all her suppressed thoughts and emotions burst out with each breath. Alongside her excitement was also fear and nervousness, rising up simultaneously with the joy dancing through her mind.

She had longed for this moment, waited for this moment, thought and dreamed of it, indulging in masturbation sessions with these thoughts, and now, what she had longed for so long was close to her.

Lord Momonga, her One, her Exalted Lord, her Love was near her, and He had agreed to make love to her, to give her this new, beautiful life, next to Him, to make her a real woman. His woman.

Albedo felt the lust rising from her womb cramp up her body, making her reflexively clench her hips. ‘No, not now, not now, just a little while longer!’

Albedo felt her Lord's scalding gaze on her, it was like a stinging iron, forcing her to gulp air, trying to drink in the strange feeling, an eternal brand that left its mark on her skin.

Albedo trembled even harder, trying to bite her lips to break with the pain, the impending orgasm, not wanting to experience an undeserved reward before she could give pleasure to her Lord, but her plan failed. Even pain in her current conditions seemed to Albedo a sweet suffering, only arousing her even more.

How could she not? Even now, as her Lord’s gaze slid across her heated body, to her breasts, her belly, her bosom, and further down her legs, it felt like a physical force. Her eyes were drawn to her Lord, who froze, staring at her with His cold gaze, causing Albedo to cling to the sheets with her hands as the ecstasy she felt almost overwhelmed her.

‘Look at me, my Love,’ Albedo looked into His smoldering eyes, gliding over His body. ‘I am nothing to you, but it suits me, if you wish to drink me all to the bottom, I am ready, I will give you all that I am. I will dissolve into your emptiness without a trace, my Love. Please, take all that I am, what Lord Tabula created, and make it Yours, make it part of You. Inflict pain on me, if You wish it, and I will suffer as You wish it, and I will feel what You command me to feel. Take all of me, if I need to burn for You to take me, I am ready to set myself on fire.’

A moment later, as if Lord Momonga could hear her, He stripped off the last item of clothing, becoming completely naked. And with the Lord's dignity risen, the ring of concealment no longer active, modified for better efficiency into undergarments, a great amount of excitement instantly rippled through Albedo's mind, as she burned a single picture into her mind. The fire cleansing the part of her that her Creator had left inside her mind, replacing it with the figure of Lord Momonga before her, in all his naked splendor, making Albedo clench her teeth.

But it was impossible to stop the orgasm this time, the sight before too tantalizing.

The sight of her Lord's full beauty, majesty, and intimacy was too much for Albedo, the love flowing from her soul and the lust born of her succubus nature blended into one, melting her self-control like red-hot wax. And Albedo could not help herself a moment later when warm drops of her excitement ran down her thighs, and the shivers from within made her lips tremble.

Albedo was lost in a haze of lust for a moment, before she regained her vision, this time seeing her Lord leaning over her body.

His gaze slid over Albedo's figure, causing an electric current to run through her body and mind, and her wings, frozen in a moment of orgasm, to flutter. Albedo tried to furtively breathe through her nose, trying to recover even for a moment in front of Lord Momonga, but under His gaze it was useless. Trying to draw her eyes away from His own was like torture, but looking into the cold emptiness behind His eyes Albedo felt pain that causes her to tremble, but it was a sweet pain. It was as if Albedo were giving herself away, piece by piece, becoming something more than she was, becoming part of Him, dissolving completely, until there was no more Albedo. No longer was she Lord Tabula Smaragdina's creation, only Albedo, an inseparable part of Lord Momonga.

Albedo could not help herself, she would gladly accept a hundred thousand terrible torments as punishment for her impertinence, but in that instant her wings lifted, embracing Lord Momonga's body like arms, pressing it against her. It felt as if she had just touched a live wire as shock ran through her body.

Albedo felt the almost painfully heated part of his flesh pressing against her loins and rising higher, like a rod of iron wrapped in velvet. Albedo herself, along with that exhilarating feeling, plunged into a kiss, easily penetrating beyond the barrier of the Supreme Being's lips.

A moment passed, and Albedo's foolish attempt to enjoy the taste of her Beloved was suppressed and reversed. Lord Momonga lightly pressed her tongue with His, and then proceeded to invade her mouth, seeming to plunder every inch of her orifice, causing her to shudder. Inadvertently, the movement caused her to press harder on her Lord’s body, causing her lower lips to meet with His… Dick.

Albedo's awareness of the simple word instantly made her clench again, feeling her already wet loins grow even wetter. But He did not let her pull away, instead His tongue crept further in, as if trying to taste Albedo in her fullness, and Albedo herself felt her lower lips begin to moisten even more, almost drooling in anticipation.

And with almost painful slowness, Albedo could feel her Lord begin to penetrate her, and Albedo had to force herself to calm down before her hip could thrust forward. To claim more of her beloved’s length, to complete their union – but this was not her prerogative.

‘Do you wish to taste me more, my Lord?’ Albedo felt the agonizingly slow, painfully sensual penetration slowly pushing her forms apart, her head beginning to cloud over in a pinkish haze. ‘What do You desire more? Tell me, I will give You this. I will give You everything, without rest, my Lord, my Love, I will give You everything…’

Of course all of this was only inside her head, she would not dare to command her Lord to do anything, He could sample her at His leisure.

Lord Momonga's tongue settled in her mouth, but Albedo was only too happy about it, feeling Lord Momonga tongue, as He penetrated her further and further with each passing moment. The sensual kiss uniting them in one, with Albedo submissively and subserviently began to diligently caress Lord Momonga's tongue with her tongue, trying desperately to worship Him with every movement she made.

A moment later, Albedo felt Lord Momonga's cock collide with an obstacle in His path, her hymen, the proof of her purity, as strange as it might sound for a Succubus, Albedo had preserved her purity for her Lord. Still, right now, that slip of flesh was obstructing their mutual unity, another proof of her creation by Lord Tabula Smaragdina.

For a moment, Lord Momonga retreated from her mouth, forcing Albedo to rise after Him in an attempt to hold Him back, trying to snatch the last moments of His taste before He looked into her eyes.

Albedo felt her senses go haywire once again from His heated gaze, she could feel it in her chest, in her head, and in her loins.

“Albedo,” Lord Momonga looked at her carefully, but said nothing more.

Nothing more was needed.

‘Ah, my Lord…’ Albedo didn’t speak out loud, but instead blurted out in a beatific smile, and yet one fully tinged with her sexual desire, the expression unable to hold back her love, her lust, or her pleasure any longer within herself, nodding briefly. Albedo’ heart bloomed with love once again, there was no need for her Lord to ask for permission, and yet here He is doing it.

‘I beg you, kill the Albedo I was, create a new one. Please destroy forever what Lord Tabula made me, I want his name to never exist in my mind again, to become One with you Lord. Please make me a part of You!.’

Moments later, a sting of pain merged with ineffable ecstasy as the last obstacle in Lord Momonga's path was torn away.

Albedo felt pain, and yet at the same time great pleasure and lust, realizing that she was no longer and would never again be the Albedo that Lord Tabula had once created. That from now and forever she was irrevocably the Albedo that Lord Momonga had created.

A feeling of fullness, a sense of oneness coursed through Albedo's nerves, and her succubus nature could not resist it, her lower lips began grasping with all their might the thick rod piercing her. In a single burst of orgasmic pleasure, Albedo could only shudder as her eyes rolled back, as her mind sank into the pink veil. ‘This… Is heaven…’

Lord Momonga's cock pushed further, filling Albedo’s inside, as if to finally close the last void in her soul, before resting against her last gate, kissing her womb.

Albedo shuddered after a moment, at this beautiful new feeling, before turning her gaze to Lord Momonga, silently transmitting her raunchy thoughts. ‘Do you like it, my Lord? Do you like Your Albedo? Only Yours, outside and inside, forever…’

Albedo couldn't help herself, reaching out with her arms before pressing her Lord's body against her even tighter, pressing her cheek against His cheek, desperately inhaling His scent, trying to capture every detail of it. The sweat, the excitement, the heat…

Before she realized that Lord Momonga hadn't stopped for long, suddenly Albedo realized that His cock was continuing to penetrate her even deeper.

Albedo's insides could have stretched and held out a few more centimeters, of course,

but Albedo's gaze, lowered down to the point of their union, was able to determine that Lord Momonga hadn’t even penetrated her by even half His length.

‘My Lord…’ Albedo felt her love and lust mingle with a new, strange, yet so alluring and appealing feeling. ‘Do you wish to kill me? Don't worry, my Lord, Your Albedo is always ready to die for You…’

The anticipation of pain and passion mingled in Albedo's mind deepening the pinkish haze, turning her thoughts one against the other, until Albedo felt her body, her womb trying to resist her Lord's act with insistent opposition. ‘How foolish… My body is incapable of accepting my Lord's will, but that means nothing. He will change my body as He wills, I only have to show Him that I desire it… Ah, my Lord, please, change my body as You will, break it if you want to…’

As Momonga kept on pushing on, the pressure inside Albedo began to build as her insides resisted the pressure coming from the outside, causing unimaginable pain. Albedo however reveled in this beautiful pain, the pain she could feel given to her by her Beloved, as her HP began to drop slowly, drop by drop. The rapture threatens to break her mind completely! ‘Lord Momonga, I am so glad that You have given me this opportunity, the opportunity to suffer and experience pain for You…’

A moment more, Albedo felt a great surge of pain run through her nerve endings as some part of her womb, unable to withstand its stretching, burst open, tearing open, allowing Lord Momonga to thrust his cock into her completely. A single stab of pain, accompanying the realization of the blissful suffering Lord Momonga was giving her. Of how Lord Momonga was changing her from who she was created to be, and of being one with her Beloved. All of these feelings made Albedo roll her eyes, and her face, the control of which had long been lost, turned into a blissful slightly loose smile, until her unseeing eyes rolled back almost completely.

After another moment, Lord Momonga moved His hand beneath her waist, and Albedo felt her body lifted upward.

Albedo's mind had been hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness until this moment, but the sensation of her soaring body jolted her awake, allowing Albedo to dull for a moment the pain of her surrendering body to the true Supreme Being. She could almost weep at the joy, Albedo wished to experience this delicious pain even more thoroughly. Remaining one with her Lord was her greatest joy, she didn’t want to miss even a fraction of the suffering she could experience for her Beloved.

A moment later, the pain returned again, even intensified, when Albedo realized that she was lifted into a sitting posture, leaning against Lord Momonga, she could even see her stomach bulging.

A shiver went through Albedo's entire being, as her wings embraced Lord Momonga, and she leaned against His face, unable to control herself, a moment later opening her mouth to lick the lips of her Beloved. It was as if she were a dog happily greeting her master, not even thinking of doing something unauthorized by her Master…

The thought of Lord Momonga sent another spark of exultation through Albedo's body, the thought of him as the Master, and herself as a faithful dog…

Could Albedo have earned such a right? Could she have her Lord's permission, could she become His dog, nestle at His feet and lick His hands?

A moment later, Lord Momonga opened His mouth, instantly capturing Albedo in a kiss, and she surrendered without a moment's resistance. No, instead she seeks this defeat, allowing Lord Momonga to press her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, capable only to lick His tongue subserviently and feel Him suppress her mind and will in an instant. The action turned her from the Head of the Guardians of the Floors into a weak timid girl, capable only of trying desperately to please Him, to feel the pain, and to enjoy it as her greatest gift.

In the next second, Albedo felt her fullness begin to leave, as it left behind an emptiness that could not be filled by anything else. Centimeter by centimeter, a shiver broke through Albedo, snapping her out of her soaring pink oblivion for a moment…

Before, with a sharp movement from her Lord, the fullness returned again with a fresh bout of blissful pain and pleasure.

This new pain stung even harder, causing new wounds to open within Albedo, the pain, and the feeling of oneness crashed into Albedo's mind again. But where before she had rested on the pink waves of oblivion, this new wave threw her further into the black, endless abyss that she saw in her Lord's, her Lover's eyes…

Another orgasm shook Albedo. And if not for her succubus nature, she probably would not have been able to fully experience this bliss, where pain blended together with pleasure. The overwhelming sensations emptying Albedo's mind of any other thoughts, even the simple of her Lord’s hand completely altering her, making Albedo more than she had ever been.

‘My Lord…!’ Albedo's mind absolutely surrendered, forming no more thoughts, reflecting only a single wail of pleasure, it’s good then that Albedo’s mouth could not emit a sound. ‘My Beloved…! My Master…! Your Albedo will always be with You. Always…!’

Another sharp movement and a thrust, and even Albedo's succubus nature began to surrender before her Lord. Another orgasm, this time even the trained muscles of Albedo's insides could not encompass the full thickness and length of Lord Momonga, Albedo felt that without any effort her Lord was filling her completely. Each thrust made her bleed and crack, forever changing her to leave a void inside her that no one else could ever fill.

Albedo would never have thought, would never have allowed it, yet the fact that her Lord would go to such lengths only to forever point her to her place, beneath and besides Him… To forever deny her the chance to leave? Albedo's heart exploded with a love that threatened  to overwhelm her, to turn her stupid.

Oh, what a treat that would be, to be nothing more than her master’s flesh puppet, with no other thought to burden her mind!

Another thrust, a second, a third, the pain, and pleasure drained Albedo's mind, depriving her of any ability to speak and act. In a moment, Albedo became nothing more than a flesh doll used to dispose of His lust.

‘Is this what you desire, my Master?’ Albedo's mind was lost, completely absorbed by the waves of pleasure and pain that spawned something new beyond.

‘I can be this — I can be a dog or a doll, I can be a slave or a lover, a wife or a meat toilet, anything, anything You want!’

The jolts now merged into one, Albedo was lost, time had lost all meaning, until with one final thrust, a warmth bloomed in Albedo’s most sacred place. Heat spilled from within Her Lord, filling her uterus to the brim and some even past that, beginning to flow outwards, the heat scalding her abused womanhood.

The sensation wrenched Albedo’s eyes to open for one last moment, returning to reality for a pathetic second. To open her mouth, full of the sweet and almost maddening taste of her Master's tongue, in a mute cry before the last shudder ran through her body.

It was as if every cell of her body were rejoicing at that moment, before it froze and, in a single rush, perished in the excess of its joy, and thus Albedo’s own consciousness at last. At the last moment before the abyss greets her, Albedo cast one last glance into her Lord Momonga's so beguiling, cold eyes.

‘My Lord…’ Albedo felt her exhausted body begin to pull her to sleep. ‘I would give anything for You. I am forever Your Albedo… Forever.’

After a moment, Albedo, feeling as if her whole world had been turned upside down and at the same time for the first time in its place, closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.