233 Chapter 233

Ainz' eyes fluttered, his lashes batting fast as a butterfly's wings, something felt strange. Good. But… he looked around, 'This isn't Nazarick…' The furnishings were, by old world standards, marvelous, intricate ornately carved wooden dressers, a glass mirror, oval shaped with golden trim with a white ivory carved and stool in front. 'Makeup counter, I don't have a makeup counter… oh… wait…' The feeling grew more intense, he heard a faint 'slurping' noise.

His eyes flew wide and he lifted the blanket to find the Holy Queen's mouth between his legs, focused on his manhood. "Good morning." She laughed at the dumbfounded, open mouthed, wide eyed look on his face and sat up, flipping the fur blanket off of them both.

"Some of you woke up before the rest of you, and I'm told that this is the best way to make sure a man wakes up happy." She gave a teasing little smile and stretched out with her arms over head while still kneeling at his side, her hair snapped out once at the sharp gesture and then tumbled down again.

"G-Good morning." Ainz stammered, and Calca's smile disappeared, becoming a little more serious.

"Are you… how do you feel? It was your first time too, wasn't it?" She asked, and Ainz' face blazed a bright red. "I thought so." She patted his chest reassuringly and said, "It's okay, nobody will hear it from me. Everybody has a first time, and you were mine too, it wasn't what I expected, but it wasn't what I was afraid of either." She said with an arch little grin on her face.

"Ah, yes, well…" Ainz rubbed his face and looked away while trying not to respond too eagerly to the way her hand was moving up and down his shaft. "I-I thank you. I wanted us both to enjoy it… I didn't know you were… that way I mean and if I had-"

Calca arched her back and laughed, patting his chest with her unoccupied hand again, "You would have refused me?" She gave him an arch look and waved that hand up and down the length of her naked, shapely form.

Ainz' blush intensified again just as it was fading. "Ah, well, it's just…"

Calca shook her head, "We are the Monarchy, we must produce an heir to the throne and protect our people. If it were not you, I would have likely ended up having to marry Duke Astraka to end his civil war and secure my status and then throw back the Demi-humans, if we could even manage it as one united Kingdom… I can't begin to guess about that…" She pursed her lips, her hand had continued to work his manhood while they spoke.

"You're a good King, that's good enough. We don't have to love each other, just our children, when you go back, and leave me behind after everything is done… if you can love your woman without loathing her for it, do so. I won't mind. Just make sure we prepare this Kingdom for everything it will need. All else to me… just doesn't matter." She then covered his mouth in a kiss, straddled him, and they groaned together as she was filled again.

How long their copulating might have gone on was questionable, hours upon hours, perhaps most of the day, but they were prevented from it after some time by a steady knock on the door.

Calca ignored it at first, rocking back and forth atop her chosen mate, raking her nails over a chest that may as well have been iron, but the door continued to thud with the pounding from the other side. "The Queen is occupied!" She finally yelled.

"My Queen! It's important!" Kelart's voice, muffled as it was, came through the other side.

Calca's face transformed in that instant, her moment of pleasure became almost instant heartbreak, her lips were shaking like leaves in the breeze when she looked down at the King, her face a quiet plea with her eyes darting from him to the door and back again.

"Go." Ainz said nonchalantly as he could manage, 'This is all a bit much for me anyway…' He told himself and waited while the Queen went and threw on a robe and rushed to the locked door.

Ainz pulled the blanket over himself to conceal his nakedness while the Queen bound a pink silk robe tight at the waist and pulled her hair out from within the confines of the cloth.

She undid the latch, took a deep breath, and opened the door just enough to allow Kelart into the room.

Even from where Ainz sat, 'She smells like a winery.' He barely kept his hand from covering his nose, but Kelart, seemingly aware of the situation, her hair unkempt, her clothing somewhat disheveled, made her urgency clear.

"Forgive my appearance… Your Majesties…" She said, blinking back tears as fast as they could form, "I would not trouble you with my lowly presence or appearance during an affair… of state… but one of our investigators found something…"

"Found 'something'?" Calca asked as the flushed look of lust faded from her face, she glanced back at Ainz, who only shrugged, she then looked back at Kelart, who added…

"Your Majesty, purging all the corruption has taken a great deal of time… and even after hanging the nobles, that still left all their documents… some of our… our findings recently, they've pointed to a single source." Kelart swallowed as she won the war against her tears, "The Slane Theocracy. Here is a brief summary of some of the lines of evidence we have found. Bribes, currency exchange notes and more, this is just what we've found 'so far'. The truth is, once we started finding it, knowing what to look for, it just kept piling up. Including evidence of a safe house in this very city… we're sending guards out there now."

Calca accepted the document and began to go through the quick summaries of findings as they were laid out, though reading did not stop her from objecting. "But… they're a Sister State… why would they…?" Queen Calca's words went from the force of a flood to a dying trickle almost as quickly as they began. She glanced over to the Allfather in her bed.

"No… no, no, no, no, no, no, no…" Calca uttered and shook her head violently back and forth. "It can't be, it can't be…" She almost shouted.

"What can't be?" Ainz asked without rising from her bed.

"It's you." Calca whispered with her mouth open and staring at Ainz as if he'd grown a second head.