Chapter 128

Ainz landed his mount, and then patted the flanks of the dragon. "Stay here. Move as little as possible until someone comes out to greet us." Ainz gave the command, and Hejinmal replied with barely any movement of his mouth.

"Yes, My Lord."

They didn't have to wait long, great bells and drums called the whole city to alarm, 'I wonder if they consider this to be 'night time' or early morning?' A minor curiosity of no importance, as he waited and waited while the guards on the wall doubled and redoubled.

The stale air under the mountain was tense to say the least, the dwarves in their masses ready with weapons drawn, while Ainz sat on an overweight dragon just beyond the reach of any non-enchanted armaments, keeping totally silent.

'I wonder how long it will be before they send someone out?' Ainz pondered. It was the more important question by far, compared to his last one. As an undead being, he was fairly sure he wouldn't care, or would have been bold enough to approach the walls himself. But in a human form, his innate shyness asserted itself at the moment of awkwardness.

'The dwarves Zenberu described were friendly… this seems less than that… though he arrived alone and from an expected path. What would I think if a stranger showed up flying on dragonback out of nowhere? Nothing good, probably. I should have told Hejinmal to take the public path, perhaps then I would look less suspicious. I can't criticize him for it, he was trying to please me. At best, I'd be a bad boss if I blamed him now after going along with it. Even if he isn't from Nazarick, I have to set a good example for the children of my friends. Especially Demiurge… given the things he said before.' Ainz reprimanded himself in his own heart and decided to treat the awkward moment between himself and the dwarves on the wall as a punishment.

A punishment for himself for not properly directing his subordinate, and not thinking about what lay on the other side of that decision.

Still the strained moment just kept going.

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Avashi Terma, King of the Elves, reclined in comfort while an elven woman with a grumbling belly fed him a grape he didn't really care about. "Are you hungry, worthless woman?" He asked with cold, cruel eyes turned up unfeeling to where she stood.

She gave a tiny nod. Her once lustrous golden hair was now limp and had split ends. He could see every bruise on her body where he'd hit her before. He stretched out, his broad, powerful body lay over the purple couch with the lower half back that let him prop himself up to a half seated position.

"How long has it been since you've eaten anything, worthless woman?" The elf king inquired with seeming disinterest.

"T-Two weeks, my King." She replied.

It was likely longer, she was more waifish now, elven women had become broader and hardier thanks to so many of them having at least some of his bloodline added to them over the centuries. Thus they often misjudged the length of time involved in their own suffering, thinking it less time than it truly was.

'A pathetic fraction of my power… if I want to rule this world, I need something better than these worthless ones.' He felt his loins begin to stir.

"Then will you try harder?" He asked of her, "Entice the King and try to bless me with a strong child… and I'll feed you again."

This one had held out, if he was any judge, isolated in his palace without the light of the sun, or sight of the moon, for almost two months with no food. Her resistance to his advances when he chose her were almost 'cute'. But starvation usually worked.

And it did again as her mouth descended to his loins. 'She held out longer than the last dozen or so… maybe she'll produce something worthwhile.'

That made him think of the child he'd lost. The one taken from him.

The woman of the Theocracy, their 'trump card'. The phrase made him laugh, she'd been tricked, captured, and he'd raped her until she fell pregnant with his child. The fight she'd put up hadn't been a bad one… but even so he made her into a mere broodmare.

Until her rescue. His lips curled up in anger so fierce that he ignored the elf woman with her lips around his rod, 'The child is mine, they really ought to give her back…' The woman was long dead now, and that was a sore point too. 'She should have given me dozens of children… such a waste.'

That made him think of the woman he now had, and his shaft was now ready for her. He wasted no time, she mounted him and did the frenzied mating act while he reclined and did nothing but wait and watch her body's desperate act.

Her stomach rumbled again, and did several more times before he released.

King Avashi Terma pushed her off of him the very next moment after it was over, sending her to land with a crumpled thud on the stone floor. "Now get out, go and try to do something useful with my gift, as I am a generous King I will summon you again… and again… and again… until your cycle ends. If you fail at your task… I see no reason to waste food on you." She looked up at him with absolute horror on her face.

Starvation was a slow and painful way to die. "Regret your stubbornness as you get out." He said, and slapped her as she rose to her knees, sending her tumbling to her back. The angry crack of bone and her sudden cry of pain suggested she was more injured than usual, but the yelp vanished. She scrambled to her feet and ran, leaving only tears in her wake as she was escorted back to holding by a pair of pity filled guards.