E-Rantel bathed in the deepening amber of dusk, in a rented room above a quiet tavern. Inside, two bodies moved together in the fading light.
"Aah nngh."
Clementine lay on her back, pinned beneath the weight of me, who devoured her with every thrust. Her breasts bounced with each piston of my thick cock, pale skin flushed rosy, her face slack with intoxicated pleasure as moans spilled freely from her lips.
"There... right there it's so good..."
A milky mixture oozed from where they joined. I had already pumped two loads deep into her womb, and even after spending myself, I kept going still buried inside her, still fucking her through the aftershocks.
No rest — Round three.
Clementine drowned in the pleasure.
The aversion she'd once held toward sex, the disgust, had long since evaporated. Fucked so thoroughly, so often in such a short span, her pussy had reshaped itself around his cock.
Masturbation no longer satisfied her. She couldn't come anymore unless it was with this man.
"Ah... nn."
She had climaxed countless times already. Three days since their last coupling she could feel the pent-up lust finally bleeding out of her system.
"K-kiss me...."
I answered her plea, sealing my lips over hers.
"Slurp! Mmn..."
Our tongues tangled as Clementine wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me tighter against her. Mouth invaded, pussy impaled the total possession was exquisite.
She loved it beyond reason.
For a woman who dwelled in darkness, being loved by another was almost unheard of. No one approached her with genuine affection. It had never saddened her - pity from others felt sticky and suffocating. But this man was different. The first time had been hateful. The second, calculated. The third, she'd begged for it.
Now it was simply natural.
Her old wounds could be healed. He was stronger than her a warrior surpassed. And above all, he didn't look down on her. Clementine had grown deeply fond of their trysts.
"Mmph... mmnn...."
She knew he fucked other women. It didn't bother her.
'I love this, I love it, love you...'
Clementine, who always needed to be first in everything, found herself satisfied simply by being chosen.
"Nn nnn nngh."
His pace quickened after so many sessions, she recognized the signal. He was close.
"Nngh nnnnngh."
Held tight, ravaged with raw intensity. For Clementine, these moments were fulfillment itself. Her hips trembled, inner walls clamping down hard.
*Splurt Splurt!!*
Hot seed flooded her depths. The sensation yanked her into a profound climax, euphoria seizing every corner of her mind. 'Coming coming coming coming cum-ming...'
*Pssshh*
She squirted, body shaking, strength draining from her hips as she sank limply into the mattress...
"So, Belial-sama got something on your mind?"
Clementine asked the question while wiping sweat and fluids from her skin. I was in front of the mirror, fixing my hair. I glanced back at her.
"Hm? I look troubled?"
"You were kinda off today. During sex, I mean. Not your usual vibe."
"Was I?"
"Yeah. Normally you're all ora ora like you own my inside."
'What is with ora ora? Still, she is perceptive.'
I scratched the back of my head. "I've been thinking about what love is."
"Eww, gross. Seriously?"
"You don't have to put it like that."
But she wasn't wrong. It didn't suit me. Dropping something so philosophical out of nowhere would get that reaction.
"Sorry, sorry. But what's with the sudden romantic streak?"
"Ah... well, it's..."
How could I possibly discuss fucking another woman in front of Clementine?
"Does it maybe have something to do with you fucking some other girl?"
"How did you know?"
"It's obvious. Women are sharp about that stuff."
"Doesn't it bother you? Me going after other women."
"Not really. I know you've been holding back with me lately. Not gonna whine just because you got your rocks off somewhere else."
'She has a point. '
When I slept with Clementine now, I stopped the moment she reached her limit. Not wanting to break her and watse a potion.
But that was just handling a toy gently so it wouldn't break not actual consideration.
"...Right. Well, you and I are just sex partners. Not like we're lovers."
"Yeah... yeah, I guess so."
Clementine nodded, but the slight twist in her expression didn't escape him. Displeasure. Clear as day. She had feelings for him.
But that affection it had to be the work of his incubus racial skill, {Sex Slave Creation}. It amplified a partner's attachment after intercourse.
Mind-control, same category as Dominate, just varying in degree.
Why else would a woman fall for the man who'd defiled her?
That realization didn't hurt once you know yourself. Mental interference skills didn't break until death. Clementine would carry this implanted, counterfeit love for the rest of her existence.
Unlike Renner and Climb whose bond was genuine - this was a mirage, a twisted fabrication.
Not that I envied what they had.
That was probably the part of me the incubus transformation hadn't fully consumed.
"Clementine."
"Hm? What's up, Belial-sama?"
She smiled at me while pulling on something like black tights. I realized, with a foolish ache, that he'd grown attached to his toy. Not love not the kind that made me want her as a girlfriend or wife. Just... fondness. I didn't want to kill her.
Attached. To a specific tool. One I'd never intended to care about.
So I made my move.
"Want to grab food after this? My treat."
"Ooh, nice. Somewhere with booze, okay?"
"Fine. But if you get blackout drunk like last time, I'm leaving you there."
I will have to test this.
-x-X-x-
Deep night.
E-Rantel's public cemetery.
Khajiit, Clementine's associate from Zurrernorn, had begun the ritual. Using the Orb of Death, he initiated the Spiral of Death ceremony. With the Crown of Wisdomstolen from the Slane Theocracy forced onto the kidnapped Nfirea, the seventh-tier spell Undead Army was successfully cast.
The vast cemetery churned with newly spawned horrors. E-Rantel was meant to be trampled, its citizens offered up as sacrifices.
'Well, Belial-sama will be fine.' Clementine dismissed the flicker of worry. He was stronger than her. He'd manage.
She watched the undead surge, soldiers and adventurers fighting a losing battle. 'Boring.'
Once, she would have savored this. Now, her sadistic appetite had dulled. Killing still entertained her, a little - but nothing like before.
Descending into the mausoleum, she recalled the adventurers she'd murdered while abducting Nfirea. Normally she'd have relished it. Instead, she'd simply taken their plates and moved on.
'Will Belial-sama be mad if E-Rantel gets destroyed?'
She knew almost nothing about the man called Belial. He never volunteered information, and she never asked too afraid of being discarded.
What she did know: he was a man with no qualms about fucking women.
A magician stronger than a warrior of her caliber.
Skilled in bed.
Liked it a little when she kissed him.
Preferred meat and fish.
Hated pickles.
Tried to act cool but was actually a bit of an airhead.
That was it. Where he was born, where he lived, what he did she had no idea. Not from lack of curiosity. She simply avoided any question that might sever their fragile connection.
Clementine had made herself the perfect convenient woman so he wouldn't cut ties.
Her only link to him was the Message ring on her finger.
As she gazed at it, voices echoed nearby Khajiit speaking with someone.
"Huh. Adventurers. Guess I'll take out some frustration."
She checked her stilettos. From outside, a man's voice called:
"There should be someone with piercing weapons inside. Planning to ambush us? Or hiding because you're scared?"
Annoyance prickling, Clementine emerged from the mausoleum. "As if I'd be scared. You two idiots or something?"
She assessed them: a man in full black plate armor a warrior. A dark-haired woman probably a magic caster, given how fiercely she glared. Someone with a grudge, maybe.
"Stand back, Narberal."
"But, Momonga-san."
New names. She raised an eyebrow. Never heard of them.
"Nice to meetcha. I'm Clementine. Be gentle."
She sauntered past Khajiit. The black-armored man - Momonga didn't flinch. In high-level combat, a moment's gap could be fatal. His failure to ready himself against a threat like her was disappointing. 'A total amateur. Probably got cocky 'cause he's big. My condolences.
She slipped her stilettos free beneath her cloak. Momonga, unbothered, turned to his companion.
"Narberal, handle the caster. I'll take the woman."
"Understood, Momonga-san."
The odd way the woman drew out his name was curious, but more irritating was the implication: that he could beat her one-on-one.
"Here I come, Clementine."
Momonga surged forward fast, but not Belial-fast. She was quicker. 'Still, I can see why he'd get a big head.'
She retreated, drawing him away from Khajiit and Narberal, weaving between tombstones. He simply crushed them underfoot, chasing her with raw power and zero technique. 'Impressive physical ability, but his form is garbage. What a joke. Does he think warriors are a joke?"
He stopped abruptly. "This should do."
"Oh? Wanna die here? Plenty of open graves I'll bury you when I'm done."
She shed her cloak, stilettos ready. He was strong, sure, but his movements were a mess. No way she could lose to someone like this.
"That's a nice ring."
"Huh?"
Momonga pointed at her hand. "A magic item?"
"Ha. Like I'd tell you, dumbass."
She kicked off the ground. 'Kill this idiot, wrap up the ritual, and then...'
She'd let her guard down. Just once.
And that single lapse would cost her everything.
"Guha!?"
A thunderous impact. Clementine was sent hurtling through the air, activating her martial art Impregnable Fortress mid-flight to absorb the shock. She crashed through a headstone, tumbled, and slid into an open grave. Hidden from sight, she gasped for breath.
'Fucking hell, what IS that monster?'
Her attacks hadn't even scratched him. Every one of his blows was lethal. The martial art was barely keeping her alive. Sloppy technique, physical prowess surpassing heroes this adventurer was wrong, unnatural. Before, she would have still fought. Found a way. She was former Black Scripture - the Theocracy's strongest special forces. A nobody adventurer couldn't beat her.
But she knew now that beings existed far beyond that scale. A man who'd made her submit, whose name she'd never heard anywhere else.
She reached the obvious conclusion.
Activating the Message ring hidden in the grave, she whispered, "Belial-sama, got a minute?"
"Clementine. What do you need?"
Fight a monster with a monster. That was the logical answer. Which one was stronger - she didn't know. She truly didn't.
"What's wrong, Clementine?"
If Momonga proved stronger than Belial, they'd both die. But if she didn't call him, only one person would.
"Hey."
"Yeah."
She gripped the ring tight. "Tomorrow, if you're free... can we talk?"
"Talk?"
"Yeah. About stuff. The future, I guess."
"...Isn't there something else you should be telling me right now?"
A deep exhale. Of course he saw through her. He always did. He knew she was in danger. He knew she needed help.
Even so.
"Nope."
"There is. Something more important."
"Nope, nothing. So... yeah. See you later, Belial-sama."
"..."
She pulled the ring off and tossed it into the dirt. A magic item that connected to him if Momonga got his hands on it, it would cause trouble. And more than that, she didn't want anyone else touching it. Better to leave it here.
She had no intention of dying. When she survived, she'd come back for it.
She launched herself out of the grave, stilettos ready. Momonga's gaze tracked her from a short distance.
"There you were."
"Yup. Didn't notice?"
She grinned her usual grin and charged, multiple martial arts flaring to life.
And then Clementine found herself pulled into Momonga's crushing embrace.
"Why... won't you die?"
Both stilettos were buried in the gaps of his helmet, straight through his eyes. She'd released the stored magic inside.
"Shall we compare answers?"
The black armor dissolved like mist. Beneath it was-
"An Elder Lich...?"
"Not precisely. But close enough."
A skeleton. Fleshless. An undead that despised the living. And an Elder Lich was a being of immense magical power - a magic caster. Yet this one had matched her using only physical strength.
Terror flooded her. And alongside it, relief. No one could beat a monster like this. She'd been right not to call Belial.
"Well? No more resistance?"
"Tch. I know it's pointless."
She surrendered. No amount of struggling would free her. She wasn't in despair - just acceptance of death, and the quiet comfort that she hadn't dragged him into this.
Momonga's eyes flared red.
"Good. Then let's begin."
His arms tightened. The pressure was immense, and Clementine's face went pale.
"Y-you..."
"A slow execution."
"Your hobbies... really suck."
She understood her fate. Crushed like a vice, slowly. The force increased.
"Guh, aah..."
Her arm bones snapped. A strangled cry escaped despite her efforts.
"Gi... hii..."
Ribs cracking. Death closing in fast.
"Gah... aah..!"
Blood drained from her face. Her body wouldn't budge.
"Now then-"
The pressure abruptly lessened.
"Ah?"
"I'll give you a chance. Answer a few questions correctly, and I'll call off the execution."
"Interrogation, huh?"
"No. Torture."
Sweat beaded from the pain, but she forced her defiant smirk.
"You had a ring earlier. It's gone. Where is it?"
"..."
"No answer? Then punishment is due."
The crushing resumed.
"Gu... ugh...!"
Her armor of adventurer plates burst apart, metal biting into her chest. Blood welled.
"Different question. You used a Message spell. Who were you contacting?"
How this undead knew, she couldn't guess. It didn't matter. She shook her head.
"Didn't... use anything."
"...I see."
Crash crash-
"Agh, ga...!?"
Her arm went purple. Sensation was gone, but pain screamed through her.
"Speak. Who were you talking to? Give me a name."
Blood trickled from her nose. Internal organs rupturing under the pressure.
"Aa... like hell... I'd tell you..."
'Then I'll squeeze a little harder."
Her vision flickered. Death was absolute now. A few moments more.
She opened her mouth.
"Gu... aah... gi..."
Blood choked her breath, voice barely audible. Momonga leaned closer.
"Oh? Something to say?"
"...go..."
Half her vision was gone. Every breath was agony.
"I can't hear you. Say it again."
She met the skeleton's gaze. Staring into that horrifying visage, Clementine summoned her last, familiar, taunting smile.
"Drop... dead... asshole."
"...Enough."
MISHIMISHI! Her sternum shattered. Ribs punctured organs.
"Gyaa... aah...!"
"You don't need to speak anymore, Clementine."
"Agh... gi... hii..."
Lungs compressed. Body convulsing. One eye went dark - something vital had given way.
"Guh... bwaah..."
Vomit mixed with blood spilled from her lips. Thought had ceased. She was a twitching doll. Still, Momonga didn't relent.
For a single instant, a man's face flickered through her fading consciousness-
The thick bone at her body's center snapped. Clementine's life extinguished completely.
"Hmph."
Momonga discarded the body. It rolled limp across the cemetery ground with a wet, ugly sound. Like a deep-sea fish hauled to the surface, one eye bulged from its socket, entrails spilling from the mouth. He gazed down at the grisly remains without emotion, then produced a magic item and rinsed the blood and bile from his armor.
'That ring she had it was a gacha trash item. "Secret Caller-kun." Where did she get it? Another YGGDRASIL player. Possibly a threat to Nazarick.'
He looked down at the body. 'Maybe I should resurrect her for questioning. Dominate's reliability is uncertain, so cross-referencing would be wise. Yes, let's do that.'
He reached toward the mangled corpse organs exposed, limbs bent at grotesque angles. 'Neuronist or Kyouhukou... She's a woman, so letting Kyouhukou's kin eat her organs while she's alive might...'
"Yo. Burning the midnight oil, Momonga-san?"
"UWAAH!?"
The Overlord's shoulders nearly hit his skull. He spun around to find a familiar face.
"Belial-san! Don't startle me like that!"
"Sorry, sorry. But you were deep in thought I wasn't even trying to sneak up."
"Honestly... How long have you been here?"
"Since before you hugged her."
Momonga's panic spiked, then the calming effect kicked in. Belial was an irreplaceable friend - the only guildmate who'd stayed.
I stared down at the corpse, expression blank. Not his usual easygoing look. Flat. Unreadable.
"I'm more inhuman than I thought."
Unease prickling, Momonga spoke up. "Ah, Belial-san! That woman had an item only players should possess! She might have information on other players!"
"Where is this item?"
"Well... she seems to have hidden it somewhere."
"I see. She really didn't want it taken."
"So it seems."
I exhaled slowly, gaze still on the body. "I gave her that item."
"Ehh? You did?"
Momonga's thoughts ground to a halt. The woman Clementine had been carrying Belial's property. Belial's entrusted human. Who was now dead. Killed by Momonga.
A cold sweat that shouldn't exist broke out across his skeletal frame. "I-is that true!?"
"Absolutely."
'Fuck what I've done!' He'd killed a person his friend cared about. The murder itself didn't bother him, but the terror of Belial hating him.
The suppressor kicked in. Hard.
Even so, regret and dread remained. Momonga bowed his head deeply. "I'm so sorry!"
I watched him for a moment, then tapped his shoulder. "Don't bow. I meant for this to happen."
"Eh? You planned to kill her?"
"Yeah..somewhat... So there's nothing for you to worry about, Momonga-san."
"Ah... l-is that so?"
I averted my eyes and crouched beside the body. I looked at the woman's face.
"She died because I wish to check something."
I touched her cheek. Blood smeared thickly on my fingers. I studied the sensation, then stood and met Momonga's gaze.
"Momonga-san. Can I be ask you something?"
"Ah, yes. By all means."
I rested a hand on his hip. "I'll cover the gold. Would you cast True Resurrection for me?"
My bloodstained hand caught the moonlight, gleaming with an ugly, crooked shine.
-x-X-x-
Darkness. Depth. An enveloping warmth.
She floated in tepid water, yet she could breathe. No sense of time, no distinction between up and down. Clementine existed in that formless place, unable to speak, unable to see, unable to hear.
Incapable of anything.
And yet, that was fine.
In a world melted into viscous ambiguity, there was nothing to fear, nothing that hurt. If she could just stay here, drifting into an eternal, peaceful sleep... The sensation was so gentle it felt foreign, utterly unlike her usual self.
Time stretched and compressed, infinite and instantaneous.
Then a hand reached in.
A repulsive hand, violating the tranquil world, forcing its way toward her. It seemed intent on pulling her out. She tried to swat it away and in that fleeting contact, her fingers brushed against it.
A sensation like dissolving slime. And with it, a torrent of memories flooded back.
Clementine grasped that hideous hand. A desperate thirst for life she thought she had lost made her grip it, beyond all conscious will.
Slowly, she was drawn upward-
"You're awake."
A skull's face loomed directly before her eyes.
"Huh?"
The same undead that had killed her. She tried to scramble upright, only to realize she was no longer in E-Rantel's cemetery. The chamber defied the word "luxurious" - it was extravagance distilled into architecture. Present were herself, the undead that had murdered her, a black-haired woman in a maid's uniform, and-
"Belial-sama?"
A man stood there, his expression an unreadable blend of grief, pity, and something else entirely.
"Momonga-san. Could you give us a moment alone?"
"Hm, I don't mind. Come, Narberal."
"Yes, Ainz-sama."
'Momonga...? Ainz...?' The skeleton departed with the maid called Narberal, leaving only Clementine and Belial in the room with its gold-embellished crimson carpets.
Blinking, Clementine sank to the floor.
"So you resurrected me?"
"Yeah."
The reply was curt.
"That skeleton - he's your comrade?"
"Yeah. He is."
Again, short. Clementine scratched her head, then noticed her half-destroyed armor and sighed.
"Clementine."
"What?"
"I knew you would be killed by my comrade."
"Oh?"
"Knowing that, I chose to let you die."
"That's awful." Her answer was flat.
"I agree. I'm an awful person."
He sat on the bed, gaze fixed on her. She straightened her ruined armor as best she could, meeting his eyes.
"So? Where is this?"
"The Great Tomb of Nazarick. Our stronghold."
"Our, huh... I see."
Plenty of things didn't add up. What was Nazarick? How many others were there? She had questions -far too many.
"Well, none of that concerns you anymore."
"Oh yeah? What's that supposed to mean?"
His eyes narrowed. "You will have no further involvement with Nazarick. Nor with me, for that matter."
"What?" She blinked.
"You died once. The effects of the mental domination should have been dispelled. There's nothing binding you to me anymore."
"What... the hell are you talking about?"
"There's no reason for you to stay involved with someone like me." The act he had plan and the strength of his skills.
"I said, what are you talking about?"
"You can live as you please out there, just like before-"
"I don't get any of this! Listen to me!" She shouted before she could stop herself. She couldn't comprehend what he was saying and more than that, she didn't want to.
"Let me explain a little more. Clementine, you held affection for me, didn't you?"
"Huh?...W-well, yeah, I guess?" She admitted it. He'd been so blunt; there was no denying it.
"That was the influence of my racial skill."
"Racial... skill?"
"I'm not human, Clementine."
"What are you-"
In an instant, his body swelled. His clothes melted away, revealing the black goat's head. Bat-like wings, a sinuous tail...
[This is my true form.]
Her warrior instincts screamed. She was a fighter who had touched the realm of heroes and because of that, she understood immediately. Like the undead from before, this was a monster beyond her comprehension.
[I am an incubus hybrid. A heteromorph that devours and dominates human essence... something along those lines.]
"W-well... that so?"
She held her breath. Terrifying as the form was, she didn't panic because within that grotesque shape, she recognized the man she knew.
[The incubus possesses the ability to brainwash those it has intercourse with. The affection you held for me was nothing more than implanted conditioning from that ability.]
Her hand drifted to her chest. She didn't want to believe her feelings were the product of mental tampering. She wanted to answer, unshakably, that she was herself.
[However, that brainwashing should have been broken by your death. You're free now, Clementine.]
"!!?"
'What the hell is he saying?' Confusion swirled. She'd had no idea that mental domination could be dispelled by death and resurrection. But if his claim was true- then what was this emotion still burning inside her?
The heteromorph shifted back into the familiar human shape. She realized instantly: he was being considerate of her fear.
"I'll let you choose where to resettle. I don't recommend the Kingdom - it'll become a battlefield soon."
"The Dragon Kingdom would welcome you. They face threats from demihumans-"
"Who said you could decide that?"
"Isn't this the right choice?" I tilted my head. My eyes scanning her reaction and the influence.
That gesture seem to ignited a fury in her.
"Gh...!"
She was a little pissed about being killed and resurrected without her say-so. But what enraged her far more-
With trembling legs, she stood.
"Don't you dare write off my feelings as fake!"
She punched me square in the face. I didn't budge. Her knuckles split, blood welling.
"Clementine?"
"I've listened to you spout one bullshit excuse after another! You're trying to dump me, aren't you!?"
"That's not my intention-"
"The mind control's broken, right!?"
"Yes, it should be..." It didn't, he can still the influence it is having on her. 'Fascinating', he can see the influence increasing just because of her thinking her fake emotions is real.
"Then how do you explain the fact that I still love you!"
"That shouldn't be possible." Because it's not the normal love.
"It IS possible! You made me fall for you, so don't just throw me away!"
She couldn't tolerate it. Having the happiness she'd finally grasped snatched away before her eyes.
"Don't call my feelings a lie! Take responsibility! Don't go anywhere! Stay by my side!"
Her voice echoed through the room. She'd poured out everything, her anger finally vented. And in its wake came anxiety how would he react?
"Clementine."
"What?"
"You love me?"
"Would I spread my legs for a guy I didn't love? Do I look like that kind of slut to you?"
He was about to nod but remembering the plan he shook his head. "No... but that's the incubus-"
"Doesn't matter. Because it should've vanished when I died, right?"
"That's true." Based on game rules it should but for some reason it is still having influence over her.
"Then just admit it already."
He looked confused, but she'd already sorted out her own reasoning. First: he was stronger than her - a warrior she could respect. Second: he'd healed her old wounds, used some potion that erased the scars on her body. Third and most importantly he treated her as an equal. No fear, no forcing her down with power. Every strong person she'd ever known had been an enemy who hurt her. She'd met countless people who feared her, looked down on her. An equal... it might have been the first time in a very long while.
"But I'm the scum who fucked you."
"I know. I'm scum too. We match, don't we?"
"I'm not even human."
"I didn't fall for you because you were human."
My acting was brilliant, her reaction was genuine.
No, it has turned genuine.
He fell silent again. It looked like he was desperately trying to reject her affection, and that just irritated her more.
"So, Beli-sama how do you feel about me?"
"How do I..."
"Do you love me?"
"I don't know."
"Ouch, that hurts. Well then, do you hate me?"
"That's not it. There's no way I hate you." Grinning, she sat beside me on the bed.
"Okay then. If I got killed, or raped by some other guy what would you do?"
"I'd never let that happen, even if I have to trapped you."
"Yikes, scary. But... I'm kinda happy to hear that."
She looked at his face anxious, none of his usual cocky grin or gentle smile. Her expression softened.
"Then just accept my feelings, okay?"
"Is that alright?" The experiment was going on beautifully.
"It's fine. No one's gonna be unhappy. Honestly... not being able to see you would make me unhappy."
She took my hand. It wasn't like her, she knew, but right now she felt it was necessary.
"Clementine."
"Beli-sama, would you be okay with not seeing me? Wouldn't you hate that?"
"That's... but..."
"If you say you hate it, I'll quietly pack my bags and go far away."
His face twisted. "I don't hate it. I don't."
"Then just tell me what you want."
He hesitated a moment, then drew something from thin air. A ring.
"Will you stay with me?"
He placed it in her hand - a ring engraved with Message. She slipped it onto her finger.
"God, was that a confession?"
"I'm a romantic, you know."
"What's that about? Still holding a grudge? But yeah, I'm pretty happy."
"Then don't complain."
Belial was slipping back into his usual tone. She smiled. She had no idea what the future held, but... well, that was fine,
-x-X-x-
Apparently, Clementine loved him genuinely.
He'd enjoyed her company, so as recompense he would free her from the mental control. But somewhere along the way, he no longer wanted to let her go.
Now, complications abounded. He couldn't send Clementine back to E-Rantel. She was a wanted fugitive of the Theocracy, had murdered Kingdom adventurers, and aided the Spiral of Death ritual. Staying there carried far too much risk - consequences of her own actions, but selfish as he was, he wanted her to live safely. At least until the Sorcerer Kingdom was established, she needed Nazarick's protection.
So he consulted Momonga.
"Momonga-san. That woman I brought back Clementine. Can I keep her here?"
"Eh? I don't mind, but... what exactly is your relationship?"
Not engaged. Not something saccharine like lovers. If he had to define it-
"Pet."
Momonga's expression soured spectacularly.
Thus, Clementine was granted a room on Nazarick's Ninth Floor. All of Nazarick's subordinates were informed that she was under protection and that she was Belial's pet.
Anyone who harmed her would face severe punishment. She wouldn't be touched now.
She received the same privileges as any other servant, free to leave her room and go anywhere she wished. But Clementine herself found the gazes of Nazarick's denizens intimidating; she refused to leave her quarters unless he accompanied her.
I swore to visit often, show her the facilities, and occasionally take her outside. Fortunately, she didn't mind staying indoors. For the first time in ages, she'd slept without worrying about Theocracy pursuers.
Bit by bit, Clementine would grow accustomed to Nazarick - and Nazarick's denizens to her. Problems were piling up, but...
'Well. This is probably for the best.'
-x-X-x-
Night, Ninth Floor.
Clementine's private chamber a royal suite so vast it was almost uncomfortable, filled with opulent furniture and magic items. A chandelier hung overhead, and the canopied bed was king-sized. Even Clementine had felt awkward on the first day.
By the second, she'd gotten used to it and slept soundly.
Today was the third.
I had come to visit.
"So, Clementine... getting used to Nazarick?"
"I'd say yes, but..."
She trailed off. She wasn't wearing her usual armor; the maids had dressed her in "appropriate attire."
Now, at night, she wore a bustier and negligee.
"It is a bit excessive, I admit... honestly, it's kind of depressing, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah... but I don't hate it."
He'd already told her he is a "player" - an existence the Theocracy worshipped as gods. Being cherished by someone like that had gratified a petty part of her ego. Specifically, it felt like a massive "screw you" to all those bastards back in the Theocracy. She'd been intimidated at first, but Belial was so utterly his usual self that she'd stopped bothering with reverence.
Watching growing used of the maids' excessive worship had clinched her decision to treat him as a lover.
There was definite calculation in that. In his part.
"I'll take you to the shot bar next time. Their alcohol is excellent."
"Sounds good... but when no one else is around, okay? I'm still kinda scared."
She recalled the moment he'd introduced her to his subordinates. Monsters she couldn't possibly defeat, beings that looked human but weren't she'd never felt such terror. Her official status as a Supreme Being's "pet" meant no one would harm her, but fear didn't care about logic.
As they chatted idly-
"Beli-sama, it's about time..."
She hooked a finger into her clothing, pulling it aside to reveal her chest. He smiled faintly and dimmed the chandelier.
-x-X-x-
"Slurp Slurp!"
They tangled together on the bed, naked, tongues entwined.
"Mmn... nn..."
She adored these kisses. They made her feel like this wasn't just pleasure-driven sex it was lovemaking.
"Mm... haa."
She thrust her tongue out like a dog's, curling it around his. Held in his muscular arms, nowhere to escape, mouths violating each other.
"Nn slurp haah..."
The wet, obscene sounds of kissing naturally primed her body for more. She felt his rigid cock pressing against her belly, and her own pussy respond in kind.
"Nn nnngh nnn."
When he sucked her tongue, her hips bucked involuntarily. On the verge of coming, she pulled away. A bridge of saliva stretched between their lips.
Without a word, she spread her legs on the bed. His fingers touched her slick folds.
"Ah...."
"You're soaking wet already, Clementine."
"Because... the kissing feels way too good..."
As she made excuses, his finger found her entrance.
"Nngh...."
A long, hard middle finger dragged along the sweet spots inside her walls.
"Oh... aa...."
Lewd sounds came from her already-soaked pussy. Pleasure shot through her, and she gripped the sheets.
"Oh... hoa..."
Belial massaged the good spots with the pad of his finger, her cunt gushing juice as she convulsed. His other hand found her clit.
"Ah, I love that...."
Her G-spot kneaded, clit toyed with she shook uncontrollably.
"Nn nnah...."
Her hips jerked, loud moans escaping, but the stimulation didn't stop.
"Ah com... coming..."
"Haa, ah cumming... ggh."
She climaxed, squirting. Her pussy twitching, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
"Haah... haah."
His hands touched her inner thighs, still hypersensitive. Her pussy, soaked and messy, was positioned against his cock.
"I'm putting it in, Clementine."
"Nn go ahead... Beli-sama, do whatever you want."
His thick, hard length pushed inside-
Squelshh...
"Ohh...."
Parting her inner walls, sinking deeper and deeper.
"Oh... ho...."
Fresh from orgasm, her sensitive cunt was penetrated, and she came again instantly. She clenched around him, convulsing, which only fueled his arousal.
"Oh oooo."
The sudden rough pistoning tore moans from her throat.
'This is the best... Beli-sama's cock feels too good...
Through repeated sex, her pussy had perfectly molded itself to his shape.
"Ohhh- coming, coming..."
With every stroke, his cock ground mercilessly against her sweet spots.
"Ah cum... ming...."
Psshh
A trickle of piss escaped, but the fucking didn't pause.
"Ah, I'm coming still cumming..."
Grabbing her hips, he fucked her roughly. He'd been gentle lately, but he'd been too busy to have her -that was probably why.
Bang bang...
"Ohhh hooo...."
Belial devoured her body. But she didn't mind in the slightest.
'The gentle stuff is nice too... but I like this better... I love it when you fuck me for real.'
She was aware. Normally, he held back out of consideration for her body. She knew that deep down, he wanted to ravage her on instinct like this. That's why she loved the sex where he didn't hold back.
"Oh... Beli-sama... kiss... kiss me."
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, begging. He tangled his tongue with hers.
"Nn oo slurp nnho..."
Fucking while kissing, held tight her absolute favorite.
"You really love kissing, Clementine."
"Cuz... it's... amazing...."
"Nnho ooohhhhoooooo."
Clinging to him, she squirted again, letting out a massive moan as she convulsed. Yet his thrusts didn't stop.
"I'm about to come too."
"Nn oh more..."
"Ah, coming, I'm coming; your cock's so good."
"Guess you're not listening. I'm cumming."
His cock churned her mind and pussy alike-
Splurt... Splurt...
"AaaAAHH cominggg cumming I'm dying nghh."
Hot semen flooded her depths, triggering a massive climax. She screamed, hips bucking shamefully, vision flickering, squirting again.
He pulled out. Semen leaked from her entrance.
'Incredible... this... if we did this every day I'd lose my mind...'
Amidst the haze, she felt him embrace her and press his cock back into her cum-filled pussy.
"So, Beli-sama... when are you getting a new woman?"
"What?"
He couldn't help but echo the question. The room had been cleaned via a magic item, and Clementine had washed up. They lay naked together on the bed - but that question was the issue.
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, if we keep... going at this frequency... I'm gonna die, you know..."
"We'll cut back. Sorry."
He nodded at her earnest plea. Incubus sex was relentless and prolonged, designed to devour the essence of multiple partners. Directing all that at a single person really could kill her.
"That's not what I'm saying. Knowing Beli-sama's an incubus... realistically, you should build one."
"You mean get a new woman?"
"No, a HAREM. You've got the means, right?"
He did have the means. His personality didn't, but Nazarick's resources certainly did.
"Beli-sama gets to have sex every day and be happy. I get fucked less often and don't die... see?"
Her logic was sound. But-
"Isn't that unfaithful?"
"The violator talking about fidelity, hilarious."
"..."
She had him there. Originally, he'd planned to indulge his incubus urges with countless women. Trying to stay faithful to Clementine alone was probably biologically impossible.
"Or do you want to kill me, Beli-sama? Ooh, I might just die from ecstasy."
"N-no... fine. You're right. Let's do that."
"Yay~ invite me when you do orgies, okay?"
"Uh, wait... orgies?"
"I'm kinda curious... but only you on the guy's side. If another man's involved, I'm out."
She was far more sexually adventurous than he'd expected. Not that he disliked it. He liked it. Loved it, even.
"And one more thing... even if you get other women, don't you dare abandon me, got it?"
"As if I'd abandon you."
"I know. Just wanted to say it."
She kissed him again.
She iss cute. Erotic and cute.
Time to consult Demiurge again. He'd target women who posed obstacles to Nazarick and break them. Better than death. Better than being turned into a flesh bag or a test subject in this place.
With Clementine clinging to him, he closed his eyes in bed.
Incidentally, his cock was still rock-hard. His libido was so excessive it was starting to depress him.
-x-X-x-
My eyes opened.
Dim artificial moonlight spilled across the bed - not real stars, not a real sky. Blue Planet's planetarium, a masterwork of illusory heavens.
I lay naked, gazing at the woman beside him. Golden bobbed hair, pale skin, a face that in sleep shed all its sharp edges. Clementine, who once claimed she could never rest soundly, lay there oblivious to my presence.
I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. The corner of my mouth twitched - almost a smile.
I rolled onto my back. Despite the melancholy churning in my chest, my cock was painfully, rigidly erect.
-x-X-x-
Morning.
As Clementine dressed, a maid entered - a human woman of mature years carrying a breakfast tray. Soft bread, butter, accoutrements arranged like hotel service.
"I shall take my leave-"
"Wait. Eat with us."
Clementine shot me a startled look. She was still new to Nazarick; sharing a table with an unfamiliar maid would be unnerving. The maid raised a single eyebrow.
"Are you certain, Belial-sama?""
"Absolutely. I want to introduce you to Clementine."
"Then I shall fetch my own meal from the dining hall. One moment, please."
The woman bowed and withdrew. Clementine jabbed a finger into my ribs. "Whoa, whoa, what's with the sudden invitation? Little warning next time?"
"Sorry. But it's a good opportunity. I want you to know her."
Before Clementine could question further, the maid returned with a third plate. "You were remarkably quick," Belial observed.
"The kitchen prioritized my request once I explained the circumstances."
Most of Nazarick's maids would have balked at dining alongside a Supreme Being. This one was different. Because-
"Lazlo. Show your usual form."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes. I want to introduce you properly."
Clementine's gaze flicked between the maid and Belial. He owed her this introduction; they would all be in each other's company for a long time.
*Then... pardon me."
The maid's face melted. Clementine instantly ducked behind Belial. He couldn't blame her heteromorphs were still a shock. Even if he was one himself.
The flesh sloughed away, revealing a featureless, egg-smooth visage. Dark hollows formed where eyes and mouth should be.
"Clementine, this is Lazlo. In terms you'd recognize... think of her as my subordinate deity. Remember her as Lazlo the Doppelgänger."
"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Clementine."
Lazlo was a Greater Doppelgänger, an NPC I had created back when the other guild members still roamed Nazarick. I'd built her assuming the world transfer would happen, stacking her with settings like a pleasant personality, only little prejudice against humans, and the nerve to speak frankly even to her creator, a supremely competent maid.
"Uh... yeah, nice to meet you...?" Clementine shook Lazlo's hand, visibly unnerved by the gelatinous texture.
"You can return to your usual appearance, Lazlo."
"With permission."
Doppelgängers gained one disguise per level. With fifteen levels in Doppelgänger and ten in Greater Doppelgänger, Lazlo could store twenty-five skins. The mature maid was her hospitality guise. Her true form-
"Is this satisfactory, Father?"
A girl of perhaps elementary-school age.
I had not intended this. Peroroncino, that degenerate bird, had raved about "cute loli maid!" and rewritten the commissioned skin into this. At the time it had been infuriating. Now it was a fond memory.
"Uh, Belial... she called you 'Father'..."
"I created her. I didn't get anyone pregnant, but it's a similar relationship."
"Right... I'm feeling a real gap in ethical frameworks here."
I understood. I would have preferred "Lord Belial" to "Father." But shortly after arriving in this world, Lazlo had looked up at me with pleading eyes and asked, "May I call you Father?"
"At any rate, Lazlo holds no ill will toward humans (jot without reason) and has a gentle disposition (mostly). If you want to explore Nazarick while I'm away, ask her to guide you."
"Indeed, leave it to me. I, Lazlo, swear upon my life to guarantee Lady Clementine's safety... and in the worst case, I shall resurrect her."
"Did she just say something incredibly ominous, or am I imagining it?"
I managed a wry smile (fake) . "Never mind that. Let's eat."
"Yes, Father. I'm famished."
The three sat together - an incubus, a serial killer, and a doppelgänger. Yet from the outside, it might have looked like a contented family breakfast.
"Ah, Lady Clementine, may I ask you something?"
"Mm? What is it, Lazlo-chan?"
Clementine was still cautious, but the girl's frail appearance seemed to ease her.
"May I call you Mother?"
"Lazlo. Why would Clementine be your mother?"
"I've wanted a mother for some time, Father."
"Even so, why-"
"Lady Clementine and you are engaged in carnal relations, are you not? I surmised marriage might eventually follow."
Who had written "does not shrink from her creator" into her settings? I had.
Clementine was frozen, half-smiling, face turning crimson. "Marriage... marriage..." she kept murmuring, apparently in shock.
I sighed. "Well, we do engage in such activities."
"Exactly, Father."
"But we're not in that kind of relationship yet."
"Oh? But if you will be eventually, is there a problem?"
This girl had a gift for difficult questions. No malice - that made it worse, Lazlo turned to Clementine. "Lady Clementine, what are your thoughts? Regarding being addressed as Mother?"
"Eh? Well... I don't really mind..."
"Excellent! Permission granted by Mother, Father."
Already treating her like a parent. I realise a fake sighed. "Do as you like. But do not call her Mother in public."
If the other subordinates lost their composure over this, I'd never hear the end of it. Especially from Momonga.
"Understood, Father."
...Surely she hadn't just wanted to satisfy her own yearning for a mother.
-x-X-x-
"This is so unfair!"
In the Ninth Floor cafeteria, Lupusregina Beta of the Pleiades combat maids was incensed, brandishing her fork over her breakfast plate.
"Calm yourself, Lupu."
"Alpha-nee doesn't grasp the gravity of this!"
Yuri Alpha sighed. Lupusregina's mood had been plumbing new depths lately. Still, so long as her truly vicious side stayed hidden, this was just performance. Not too worrying.
"A harem of the Supreme Being has formed within Nazarick! And the only one assigned to it is a single human! It's not fair!"
"My, Lupusregina. Is that a criticism of Lord Belial?"
Solution Epsilon slid into view, golden hair gleaming.
"Of course not, So-chan! That's not it at all! The issue-" Lupusregina stabbed her butter and mashed it into paste. "-is that not one of Nazarick's maids has received his favor. Correct?"
Her usual grin vanished, replaced by dead seriousness.
"That is true," Solution admitted. "But perhaps that is because we lack something. Lord Belial must have his reasons for not touching us."
Lupusregina's expression soured. "That doesn't matter. He'll lay hands on an outsider but not us? That's proof our efforts are insufficient. Don't you think so, Alpha-nee?"
"Yes, I suppose."
One Supreme Being, Momonga now Ainz was undead and could sire no heirs. But the other, Belial, was an incubus. He could produce offspring. The servants of Nazarick had already tasted the grief of losing their creators.
Their loyalty to the remaining Supreme Beings was absolute, and the women among them yearned to offer their bodies. If Belial's children could be born, if they themselves could serve as vessels... every maid, to varying degrees, harbored that secret hope.
Since Belial had never touched any of them, they'd assumed he had no interest in such things and restrained themselves accordingly. Then an outsider arrived, and everything changed. He'd bedded a human woman from outside Nazarick.
That suggested the women within the tomb lacked appeal. The realization had sent tremors through the female ranks. Somehow, they had to gain his attention. Somehow, they had to be taken by him. Otherwise, like their creators before him, he might abandon them.
"Anyway, first we surround Lazlo-chan and interrogate her about Lord Belial's preferences!"
"I'd advise against that, Lupusregina. Lazlo is tight-lipped. She reveals nothing regarding her creator."
Lazlo Lord Belial's personal maid, operating outside the Pleiades chain of command. Her combat ability fell just shy of a floor guardian's but vastly exceeded the Pleiades'. Officially, they were equals, but Solution regarded her as a superior. Being a direct attendant to a Supreme Being who still resided in Nazarick was an enviable position.
"So-chan, you already tried?"
"Yesterday. She evaded everything with impeccable grace."
"Figures. Lazlo-chan is a ninja, after all."
Literal ninjutsu had probably been involved, Lupusregina imagined. She swept her gaze across her sisters and the regular maids who were very obviously eavesdropping.
"In any case! This is an emergency requiring immediate resolution! If anyone has a brilliant idea, speak up!"
The maids erupted into chatter. Yuri sighed again...
-x-X-x-
The Roble Holy Kingdom. A theocratic nation with the Holy Queen Calca Bessarez at its apex. Its military strength rested upon the priests who wielded faith-based magic and the order of paladins sworn to her.
The country lay in the southwestern corner of the continent, its northern and southern territories split by a massive bay. To the east stretched the Abelion Hills, a contested wilderness where countless demi-human tribes warred for territory - Armatt the iron ratmen, ogres, cave dwellers - most of whom regarded humanity as a food source.
The Holy Kingdom had weathered invasions so often that its entire existence was defined by them.
To stem the tide, the nation had constructed a monumental bulwark called the Wall. A chain of small forts and a rampart so vast it vanished beyond the horizon, it stood between the land and the hills, granting humans the barest parity. Without it, the disparity in raw power between man and demi-human would have been insurmountable.
In the capital city of Hoburns, within the royal palace, night had fallen.
"Additional information has surfaced regarding the demon attack in the Re-Estize Kingdom. Please review it, Calca-sama."
"Thank you, Kelart."
Calca accepted the documents from Kelart, Captain of the Holy Order of Priests.
Days earlier, a demon had assaulted Ro Lente Castle in Re-Estize. Every knight had been rendered unconscious; multiple nobles and maids had vanished. Casualties appeared low, but only because no bodies had been found.
The demon calling itself Demon Emperor Baal was assessed to possess combat prowess on par with an adamantite-ranked adventurer.
*The primary concern remains that the attack went undetected until daybreak. The demon's stealth capabilities are deeply troubling. The Kingdom seems to be merely increasing their permanent knight contingent... a fundamental underestimation of magic casters."
"I agree. Periodic scrying by casters would be far more effective."
"Indeed. As a countermeasure for the Holy Kingdom, I have stationed a portion of the priestly order within the palace. Wards have been erected to detect any demonic intrusion in advance. Not even a lesser fiend could breach them now."
"Thank you, Kelart... Will you be staying within the palace for the time being?"
*...No, that is- Very well. Your concern is well-founded, Calca-sama. I shall take up residence here to personally oversee your protection-"
"That's not what I meant. I'm simply uneasy..."
Calca worried for Kelart, her subordinate and, more than that, her friend.
"Uneasy?"
"Yes. Demon Emperor Baal... assaulted the Third Princess, did he not? I fear what might happen to you or Remedios if you were targeted."
"You're worried about us?"
Rumors, persistent if hushed, claimed the Third Princess had been ravished. The Kingdom officially denied it, but the fact that she had survived the demon's attack suggested she had been made a plaything.
Indeed, Renner had vanished from all public appearances since, lending grim credence to the whispers. Calca's heart ached at the thought.
She reasoned the demon had chosen the princess deliberately likely because of her famed golden beauty. Both of her own dearest friends, the Custodio sisters the knight Remedios and the priest Kelart - possessed exceptional looks as well. The demon could easily set its sights on them.
"I was thinking that if we strengthen the palace's defenses, perhaps you two might be safeguarded as well..."
"...I, for one, am far more concerned about you, Calca-sama." Kelart's eyes narrowed in a wry smile.
"And what of your sister-"
"I'm certainly worried about Remedios as well."
"No, I meant - I suspect my sister could beat a demon to death with her bare hands."
"The fact that I can't dismiss that possibility is terrifying."
Both women laughed softly, the image of the indomitable Remedios filling their minds.
"In any case, heightened vigilance is essential. However, we cannot keep forces concentrated here indefinitely not while we must also guard against the demi-humans."
"Indeed. If we focus too much on self-protection and allow the Wall to be breached, the consequences would be... unthinkable."
Calca's brow furrowed. Demi-human activity had intensified recently, with attacks on the Wall growing more frequent.
Remedios, Captain of the Holy Order of Paladins, was already at the front, accompanied by several priests. Keeping more holy casters holed up in the palace out of fear of a demon that might never appear was logistically impossible.
"Calca-sama, the hour is late. I shall conclude my report for tonight."
"Oh? Is it already so late?"
"Yes. I apologize for the length of the briefing."
Calca glanced at the wall clock, blinking in surprise. Inundated with reports of demi-human assaults, countermeasures against Baal, domestic food shortages, and friction with the southern nobles, days seemed to evaporate.
"Then I take my leave, Calca-sama."
After Kelart withdrew, Calca exhaled wearily.
"I mustn't. Late nights are the enemy of beauty."
Calca devoted considerable effort to maintaining her appearance. This was not vanity but something more desperate. At twenty-five, she was past the kingdom's ideal marriageable age, even if she was universally lauded as the Jewel of Roble and looked years younger.
As Holy Queen, she had resolved to dedicate her life to the nation yet a part of her still yearned for a partner who would love her for herself. Gifted from childhood as a faith-based magic caster, she had no experience with the opposite sex; neither, for that matter, did the Custodio sisters. Duty had left no room for romance.
A decade had passed since she ascended the throne. A creeping dread had begun to whisper that she might remain alone forever. Her inexperience had curdled into something complicated and stubborn.
'I want a husband who will love me, stripped of all rank and title, a person unadorned by a single thread of power.'
Such was her secret, impossible wish. As the Holy Queen atop the political edifice, such a simple desire could never be fulfilled. Her position was too immense.
After magically cleansing herself, Calca changed into her nightgown and collapsed onto her bed. Troubles were piled high, and her worries knew no end. If only something, somehow, could change...
She sank into a deep sigh and closed her eyes.
Flames devoured the city.
Calca's eyes flew open in horror. Before her, the Sword of the Holy Kingdom, Captain of the Paladins Remedios was sent hurtling through the air. Her fine features shattered, spraying blood as she crashed into a commoner's house.
"A-Ah...!?"
"Elder Sister...!? No-"
Beside her, Kelart's eyes widened in disbelief. The Holy Kingdom's mightiest knight had been defeated.
Despair spread across the faces of every paladin and priest.
Remedios lay crumpled on the ground, motionless dead or alive, impossible to tell.
The one who had done this loomed before them: the colossal demon, Demon Emperor Baal. Its body stood thrice the height of a man...
-x-X-x-
Remedios lay crumpled on the ground, motionless - dead or alive, impossible to tell.
The one who had done this loomed before them: the colossal demon, Demon Emperor Baal. Its body stood thrice the height of a man...
Remedios had fought with desperate courage, but not a single blade had touched it, and a mere swat from its arm had dealt her a mortal wound.
"Calca-sama! Flee! You are its target!"
Kelart's cry forced Calca to confront reality. A demon that had dispatched their strongest knight in a single blow - talk of vanquishing it was madness.
"B-But... I cannot abandon everyone-"
The paladins were still fighting. The priests were rallying to engage. As Holy Queen, she could not simply run.
"What are you saying?! Everyone here is prepared to die for you!"
Kelart's words were echoed in the firm nods of the priests and the Vice-Captain. Still, Calca hesitated, and that instant of indecision-
"Oh, no you don't. Greater Teleportation."
The demon vanished. Kelart and Calca froze in confusion.
"Lady Kelart! Behind you!"
Vice-Captain Isandro's shout made them spin around. The fiend stood directly behind them.
"Ah-"
Baal's arm swept through the air, and the entire priestly order in front of Calca was blown away like toys batted aside by a petulant child. Bodies cartwheeled through the air, smashing into walls with sickening crunches of bone and flesh, spattering blood across the cobblestones.
Calca's legs locked. One more step forward and she would have been among them.
The demon sneered down at her.
"At last, I've drawn close. Holy Queen Calca."
The voice rumbled so low it vibrated in her bones.
'We can't win.'
Hopelessness flooded her. But in that instant, Kelart stepped forward, shielding her.
"Calca-sama, get back! Penetration Magic: Holy Ray!"
Light burst from Kelart's hands, striking Baal directly then fizzled harmlessly against its magic resistance, nullified.
"Impossible- the spell didn't-"
"You're in the way."
Baal swung its arm. Kelart managed a defensive spell, but still she was hurled into a wall, armor cracking. No blood - she was likely alive - but she was clearly incapacitated, crumpled and gasping.
"Kelart!!"
Calca screamed, but the demon now stood directly before her. Its enormous hand closed around her, gripping her like a child's toy.
"Let go- unh!"
She thrashed, but its strength was a vise. Her legs kicked uselessly.
"A fine onahole."
"...Eh?"
Calca's eyes widened. She knew that word. It had appeared in documents that drifted from the Theocracy 'onahole," the self-pleasure tool developed by the "Mouth-Only Sage," a cultured slime bred for men's use.
She'd felt revulsion when she saw an illustration. The demon had just called her that. The meaning struck her like ice water.
"From the moment I first saw you, I thought you'd make the perfect onahole."
*Ah."
The blood drained from her face. She finally understood. The demon intended to turn her into a masturbation toy.
"No... let me go! Let me GO!"
She pounded against its arm, but the strength of a magic caster was pitifully inadequate.
A tearing sound split the air as Baal's groin seam opened, and a gargantuan cock emerged - studded with grotesque ridges, as thick and long as Calca's own arm.
"No... no, please..."
In that moment of sheer terror, a bolt of light shot from the side. Kelart, armor shattered and legs trembling, had forced herself upright.
"Let... Lady Calca... go!"
"Kelart!"
A desperate, fragile hope flared perhaps rescue was still possible. But it was only an illusion.
"Persistent. Bound Creation."
A ripple of dark magic bound Calca's body, making her unable to move. Baal walked toward his prey.
"I'm gonna fuck you first."
Baal declared as he walked toward Kelart.
"Maximize Magic-
'Gyii!'
Before Kelart could complete her incantation, the demon was upon her, snatching her holy focus and hurling it away.
"Let- unhand me! Holy-"
'Gyaha!'
Her priestly robes were ripped open, pale skin bared, breasts exposed. Baal latched onto her nipple with a wet slurp, while his rough hands pried her legs apart.
'Gyii!'
"IT HURTS-NOO... AAAH!"
Then he forced himself inside her. Kelart's hymen tore; a raw, agonized shriek tore from her throat as the shock of her violation crashed through her. The lustless, savage fucking made her writhe in futile resistance, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"NO! STOP! NOOO-*
The incubi only cackled.
*PLEASE! NOT INSIDE-"
'Gyaha!'
Splurt Squirt!!
"NOOOOAAA-!"
Kelart convulsed as hot seed flooded her womb. Calca could only watch, frozen in Baal's magic grip.
"Ke... Kelart..."
"Hahaha, quite the spectacle."
Bound helplessly, Calca could do nothing as her dearest friend was defiled before her eyes, weeping and screaming while he ravaged her without mercy.
Baal's gaze shifted down to the trembling queen.
"Now then, Holy Queen Calca. Your turn.
"Hii..."
Calca squirmed, desperate to escape the iron grasp. The demon's monstrous cock prodded against her, pressing through her undergarments against a place no man had ever seen or touched.
"No, please! It won't fit- something that huge- I'll die!"
"I said NO! It won't- WAIT-"
Her pleas were ignored. The demon forced her down onto that thick shaft.
"AAAH! IT HURTS!"
Her virgin entrance was pried apart by the force of his cock.
"KYAAAAAA-!?"
The colossal dick rammed into her, tearing through her hymen, drawing blood. The blunt, shattering agony of being split open from within made Calca wail like a child.
"It hurts hurts hurts HURTS! No no no по по по!"
"What are you gawking at? You've barely taken half. The real fun is just beginning."
"Eh? Aa...?"
She looked down. Indeed, over half the length still remained outside her body. "Impossible. It'll never fit.
It can't...'
The demon's grip tightened, forcing her further down.
"Gaaagh... Aghaa..."
Her impossibly tight, virgin pussy was stretched mercilessly, organs compressed. The pain made her retch.
*NO! STOP! IT WON'T FIT! IT WON'T-"
"Don't lie. See? Still room."
The pressure on her stomach became unbearable. With a strangled heave, vomit spilled from her lips, stomach acid surging up her throat. The demon laughed at her humiliation.
"Such a vulgar onahole. Is this truly the Holy Queen?"
Degraded, violated, mocked Calca wept, but no anger remained. Only the desperate, all-consuming wish for the pain to end.
"Now, let's put you to proper use."
"Eh... aah...?"
Through her haze, she grasped the meaning of "use." She understood all too well.
The demon lifted her, dragging the shaft partway out. The sensation of her vaginal walls being nearly inverted made her grimace. Then-
"Gah! Agh!"
Again it thrust back in, impossibly deep. Calca clenched her teeth, trying to endure, but tiny, wretched moans still leaked out. With each stroke, her inner flesh was battered, her organs shoved aside, the overwhelming fullness making her gag.
Amidst her torment as a living masturbation sleeve, she became aware of watching eyes.
"Lady... Lady Calca..."
The surviving paladins and priests too powerless to intervene could only stare at their queen's obscene humiliation.
"DON'T LOOK! Please, don't look at me!"
But they could not tear their eyes away.
"How heartless your subordinates are. To simply watch you be ravaged."
"That's... not..."
"AAAH-AGH!"
Blood and demonic fluids mingled, making lewd, wet sounds with every pump. She felt her womanhood being destroyed, ravaged into a broken mess.
Disgust, terror, agony stripped of her regal composure, Calca was just a woman now, desperately wishing she could flee. An impossible wish.
"Stop... please..."
Baal's hand worked her up and down like a toy. With each motion, her spun-gold hair swayed, and her stomach bulged obscenely around the massive intruder so large its shape could be seen from the outside.
"Ah! AAAH! AAH!"
Pain was all she knew, wailing with every thrust. There was no pleasure, only sobbing agony.
"Please... I can't... no more..!"
"Had enough? Then I'll finish."
Weeping, she felt a surge of relief. At last, release from this torment.
But the demon's pace accelerated, its hand pumping faster. She realized the truth: it was going to pour its seed into her.
"I'll fill your womb."
"Eh...?"
"Receive it gratefully."
"NO! Not inside! Anything but inside-!"
She felt the cock swell within her. Seed from this vile, hated creature, pumped straight into her womb a demon that saw her only as a hole for its pleasure.
Splurt Splurt... The Holy Queen, defiled and impregnated, not by a loving husband but by a demon-monster called Baal. The horror of that realization drove her into a frenzy. She flailed, beating at the unyielding hand.
"Hold still."
"HI!"
The pistoning grew violent; his cock never went soft; it remained hard as before.
"NO! LET ME GO!"
Her insides were scrambled. Mentally and physically shattered, Calca wept, clawing at futility.
"I'm cumming, Holy Queen."
'NO- NOOO! SOMEBODY-"
The cock swelled to its limit.
Spluurt...
"NOOOOAAAAAAA-!"
Thick, viscous seed flooded her womb, far more than any human could produce, bloating her belly. Then the grip released, and she was dropped to the ground like discarded trash. Her stomach bulged with semen, body convulsing, vision swimming.
"Aa... hi... e... heh..."
"Already broken, are we?"
She lay there, a trail of seed bubbling from her ruined pussy. She could only whimper, praying that this hell was just a bad dream.
-x-X-x-
Deep night.
The royal palace of Hoburns in the Roble Holy Kingdom.
I walked through its halls, unseen. Multiple detection wards had been laid, but my stealth magic outclassed them completely. The tier was too high, the caster levels too low a pity for the priestly order, but their efforts were meaningless.
I had a reason for skulking through a foreign queen's castle in the dark: a direct commission from Demiurge.
The archdevil had been weaving elaborate schemes, supposedly in service to Momonga's offhand mention of "world conquest," but Demiurge had also found ways to accommodate my baser desires along the way.
After the previous attempt, Demiurge seeing the success had immediately produced a plan. He intended to neutralize the Holy Kingdom eventually, and deemed the Holy Queen and the Custodio sisters powerful figureheads ideal candidates for elimination. Mercy was not in his nature.
-x-X-x-
But Calca, Kelart, Remedios - they weren't evil but it doesn't matter.
If Nazarick followed its standard playbook, Calca would die after fulfilling her role, Kelart would end as a severed head, and Remedios would perish in some ditch.
Of course, Demiurge and the other NPCs - even Momonga, twisted by his undead transformation - felt no such qualms. Humans were expendable.
For the Supreme Beings and Nazarick, any sacrifice was justified, even glorious.
That was a waste.
So instead, I'd declared my own intentions: I'll make the Holy Queen and the Custodio sisters my sex slaves.
Unexpectedly Demiurge was overjoyed. "Magnificent! As expected of Lord Belial! Repurposing superfluous figures of authority - a genius stroke of resourcefulness far beyond our own designs!"
Thus the plan: Demiurge would orchestrate a massive demi-human invasion of the Holy Kingdom in the future. Before that, I was task with softening the targets, instilling dread and helplessness. Then, at the critical moment, I would appear as their savior, earning their undying gratitude. A classic manufactured crisis.
Both the role of villain and hero.
When I'd voiced this to Clementine just to see the reaction of her, she'd just shrugged: "If the outcome's good, it's fine, right?"
Of course, she was a homicidal maniac.
So here I was, prepping the Holy Kingdom. The demi-human wave was still some time away, but Demiurge wanted me to start eroding the targets' mental defenses now.
They needed to internalize the fear that they could not win against the demon threat, so that when I rescued them, the debt would feel absolute.
I stood in Queen Calca's bedchamber. The Holy Queen slept peacefully, oblivious to the invisible intruder. I studied her face genuinely lovely, with a youthful beauty that belied her age. I recalled she'd developed an original beauty-preservation spell; a woman who casually accomplished amazing things.
"Well then, excuse me."
I placed my hand gently atop her head and invoked the spell.
"<{Nightmare}>"
A basic ability of the greater incubus. In YGGDRASIL, it drained the MP of sleeping targets. But its flavor text shows the target a nightmare, eroding their psyche-had become reality in this new world.
Tonight, Calca and the priest captain Kelart would dream of a demon far beyond their power, seeding terror deep in their hearts.
Remedios was currently away on campaign; she'd receive the same treatment another time.
Beneath my palm, Calca's serene expression grew troubled, brow furrowing, tears slipping from beneath closed lids. She whimpered in her sleep.
I could control the nightmare's content to some extent, but the incubus nature skewed the results more than demand. The dreams I inflicted always carried a sexual dimension.
I had test it with some good peoples.
'Ah... I see.'
Without realizing it, I'd been shaping a nightmare of demonic violation. For a chaste, noble queen, that was... rough.
"Well, this is so they don't die in the future," I murmured to myself, with a grin.
I withdrew my hand. The Nightmare spell would now persist until she awoke.
Next, Kelart's room. I'd pop in, cast it quickly, and be done.
-x-X-x-
Morning.
Calca had experienced a truly horrific dream. The moment she woke, she wept with relief, clutching her unblemished body and giving fervent thanks to the gods that it had been only a vision. Yet the nightmare had felt achingly real not something to be dismissed as a mere bad dream. The pain, the humiliation, had carried concrete weight.
Still, duty called. She made her way to the administrative office, though her condition was apparent.
"Calca-sama, you seem unwell."
"The same could be said of you, Kelart."
"...No... yes, perhaps so."
Kelart's usual faintly calculated smile was absent, replaced by a strained, haunted expression. After a moment's hesitation, Calca raised a finger.
"Kelart, let us take the day off."
"Calca-sama? But-"
"Plans conceived with a foggy mind are worthless, don't you think? Besides... I need rest as well."
Reluctantly, Kelart nodded. With her sister Remedios on campaign, she clearly felt guilty taking leave alone.
Having persuaded her friend, Calca returned to her chambers. She donned her nightgown again and curled up on the bed, the demon's name echoing in her thoughts.
'Demon Emperor Baal...'
She recalled the dream being used like a piece of meat, a masturbation tool. Shuddering, she hugged herself, hating the thought that a mere nightmare could terrify her so. A Holy Queen versed in faith magic, cowering from a dream-born fiend it was shameful. Yet the fear would not relent.
Her hand drifted down, unconsciously, to touch her own sex - whole, undefiled, untouched by the demon's horror.
"Eh?"
Her fingers moved of their own accord. A strange heat pulsed through her body. She'd dreamed of getting fucked and degradation, and yet her body was aching. She couldn't rationalize it, couldn't stop.
"Aah."
This self-pleasure was gentle, nothing like the dream's brutality. She let out a soft breath, trying to overwrite the nightmare's pain with this tender sensation.
"Nn... Mm..."
Fingertips traced her folds, circled her clitoris. Calca sank into the act, oblivious to the daylight hours slipping by, the Holy Queen neglecting her duties to drown in shameful self-touch.
-x-X-x-
"So, how did it go, Father?"
"No issues. Flawless. No one detected anything."
"Ooh, you're skilled at sneaking too! As expected of Father."
"Mm."
Responding to the my so-called daughter that I had had created, I sighed. It had been a pleasant errand - the experiment with nightmares was fascinating.
"Still... I showed her a thoroughly grim dream. It might be affecting her even now."
"Hmm, shall we check? Let's do so, let's."
At Lazlo's prompting, I retrieved the [Mirror of Remote Viewing]. I tuned it to observe the Holy Queen's current state and found Her Majesty on her bed, her fingers deep inside her pussy, masturbating violently.
"Eh."
"Oh my, even the Holy Queen masturbates. How surprising."
Lazlo seemed utterly unperturbed.
I decided to closed the mirror.
-x-X-x-
The Royal Capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom. A chamber within the Vaiself Palace.
"I believe a faith-based magic caster is indispensable among the defenders of the capital."
"I understand what you're saying, Renner. But until the nobility sheds its contempt for magic casters, entrusting the palace's inner guard to them will remain difficult."
"Is that so? Difficult, then... Lakyus."
Renner's expression dimmed slightly. Across from her, Lakyus Alvein Dale Aindra — a woman of refined features clad in a pale crimson dress-nodded in sympathy.
Yet Lakyus's appearance belied her true station: leader of Blue Rose, the kingdom's only adamantite-ranked adventurer team. At just nineteen, she had already achieved feats befitting a legend, excelling both as a priestess-warrior and as a magic caster.
Now, she felt a pang of anguish as she studied her friend. Renner had recently been attacked by a demon calling himself the Demon Emperor Baal.
The assault had been nightmarish, a violation that left her utterly ravaged-or so Renner herself had confided, despite the kingdom's official denials. Lakyus alone had heard the truth.
Renner remained gripped by terror at the demon's memory. Lakyus understood. Her heart ached with regret that she hadn't been able to protect her friend, and with a simmering fury at the fiend itself. Yet she forced herself to respond to Renner's proposals with pragmatism.
"Realistically, I'm only permitted inside the palace because of who I am. An ordinary adventurer would never be allowed past the gates. And the kingdom neither retains magic casters nor intends to hire any."
"I suppose it can't be helped. Even if we work to elevate the standing of magic casters, it will be far in the future. So then-"
Renner's gaze went unfocused. Her breath quickened. A sheen of sweat beaded her brow.
"For the foreseeable future, the only guards available will be the same knights as before. The same as that time. In that case... it's pointless-"
"Princess Renner."
Climb, standing at her side in his silver plate, gently clasped her hand. The panic ebbing from her eyes, she slowly steadied.
"...Forgive me, Climb. I'm all right now."
Lakyus narrowed her eyes. She was far from all right. Renner had been raised sheltered from pain and suffering, and now a demon had shattered that sanctuary. Worse, the rumors-whispered and venomous-had changed how the nobility regarded her.
Pitying glances.
Looks that treated her as something defiled.
Open scorn.
None of it could heal such wounds.
"Lady Aindra, the princess has grown weary..."
"...Yes. Climb, look after her."
"With my life."
Lakyus observed Climb with a mixture of approval and concern. Guilt over failing to protect his mistress seemed to drive him with an almost desperate intensity.
But that intensity was precisely what Renner needed now-someone who would unapologetically shield her from harm.
Lakyus offered a slight bow and withdrew from the chamber.
She walked the palace corridors, heading for the exit. From behind a pillar, a woman slipped into view.
"Boss, leaving already?"
"Yes. I thought it best to leave things to Climb."
"Mmm. True. Climb is reliable... but he's lost that cute edge he used to have. He's grown up a bit."
"...Tina, you noticed too?"
Tina nodded. Golden hair, a slender frame, clad in close-fitting attire suited for swift movement-she was Blue Rose's rogue, a former assassin with a thief's skill set.
"Yeah. Partly because he's gotten bigger, but he's definitely veered off from my tastes."
Tina was also a deviant who lusted after underage boys.
"Is that really how you judge these things? And please, never say that in front of him."
"Mmm, I'm not that stupid."
"Are you sure?"
Lakyus allowed a wry smile. She trusted Tina as a comrade; she absolutely did not trust her discretion.
"Climb definitely lost his virginity. Gagaran said so too. No doubt about it."
"If you indulge too much in that kind of gossip, Blue Rose will get an unsavory reputation."
"Fine, I'll stop."
"See that you do."
Lakyus had already sensed it herself.
The distance between Renner and her loyal servant had shrunk-especially on Climb's side. He no longer kept the formal remove of a retainer. No one had told her outright, but she suspected they had crossed into a physical relationship.
If the scandal had rendered Renner unmarriageable among the nobility, then a formal union with Climb would raise few objections.
Perhaps that was the silver lining in this nightmare.
She averted her gaze and let the thought go.
Having left the palace and changed into her adventuring garb, Lakyus now walked the Royal Thoroughfare with Tina trailing in the shadows.
Even out of her dress, she drew constant stares-the leader of Blue Rose was a celebrity, after all.
Tina's ability to blend into darkness left Lakyus bearing the full weight of public attention. She was long accustomed to it and paid no mind unless someone actually approached.
Their destination was the capital's finest adventurers' inn, a sprawling establishment grand enough to house minor nobility-and priced to match.
Only top-tier adventurers lodged here.
Lakyus pushed open the door.
The tavern-restaurant on the ground floor was nearly empty at this odd hour, too late for lunch and too early for supper.
Still, the few adventurers seated inside cast glances her way.
The burden of fame.
Ignoring the attention, she headed for the table in the back where her comrades habitually gathered.
Two of them were already there: a petite girl in a black robe and mask-Evileye, a magic caster-and a hulking figure of rippling muscle who was, in fact, a woman-Gagaran, the warrior.
"Gagaran, drinking at midday?"
"Eh? Leader. It's my day off, ain't it? You can't stop me."
"I won't complain. Just go easy."
With a sigh, Lakyus turned to Evileye. "Where's Tia? Weren't you together?"
"She left a while ago. Probably out picking up girls again."
Lakyus barely suppressed the urge to bury her face in her hands.
Tia, Tina's sister, had once belonged to the assassin guild ljaniya. Both sisters had found refuge in Blue Rose, but their quirks remained firmly intact.
Tina had a thing for underage boys. Tia had an eye for cute girls. If she was "out picking up," she was undoubtedly prowling the streets for lovely young women.
"Anyway, Leader, where's Tina? She went to the palace with you, didn't she?"
"Eh? She's not... here?"
"Ha ha ha... those two are freer than me, I swear."
Now Lakyus truly did cradle her head. It was a rest day, yes, but Tina had said she wanted to talk afterwards. She settled into a seat and ordered a fruit water and a light meal. Evileye spoke once they were settled.
"So? Any new intelligence on the Demon Emperor Baal?"
"No, nothing. I couldn't bring myself to press Renner further, and there was no fresh information."
"I see. No progress, then."
Blue Rose was currently stationed in the capital at Renner's request, tasked with two objectives:
defense against the demon Baal, and investigation of the sprawling criminal syndicate Eight Fingers. Lakyus took a sip of her drink.
"Evileye, do you know anything about a demon powerful enough to infiltrate the palace at will?"
"No, nothing springs to mind. Though I did note that one of the kidnapped nobles had been guarded by
a former orichalcum-ranked adventurer. That one was slaughtered."
"Yes, I'd heard as much."
Evileye brooded for a moment, then raised a finger. "I estimate the threat rating of this 'Demon Emperor Baal' at a minimum of eighty. Likely higher. We should prepare for that."
"I'm of the same mind."
"Ordinary adventurers would be nothing but a hindrance. If we encounter it, we'll have to fight alone."
"Agreed. I'd prefer to avoid needless sacrifices."
"I'm not talking about needless sacrifices. I'm saying they'd be dead weight."
Lakyus winced at her bluntness but acknowledged the truth. Evileye was the strongest member of Blue Rose-far stronger than Lakyus herself. And Evileye had good reason to speak so gravely; she was a legendary vampire, one of the Thirteen Heroes from the tales of two centuries past, known as "Landfall." The mask concealed her identity, allowing her to pass as human.
Even she felt a deep sense of danger facing Baal. Her estimate of "eighty" was likely an understatement meant to preserve morale.
Lakyus's sense of urgency sharpened...