A Rewarding Experience: Chapter 1 - Ainz/Albedo (Overlord)

Themes: Rough Sex, Master/Slave, Breeding

Summary: Ainz decides to finally give Albedo what she's been practically begging for since they arrived in the New World and she became more than just an NPC.

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As he sits upon his throne and awaits the arrival of the one, he'd just sent for, he reflects that really, it's about damn time he did what he planned to do. Honestly, wasn't it crueler for him NOT to, at this point? He'd gone into her coding and changed her on a fundamental level, after all. To be fair, that was before she'd come to life and gained her own sense of self and actual personality, so it could be argued that he'd simply put some last-minute touches on her before her ultimate creation or something… but still…

Ainz Ooal Gown, Overlord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and Sorcerer King of the Sorcerer Kingdom lets out a low sigh through a lipless mouth. Really, he was just trying to make excuses for what he'd finally decided to do. Looking down at his fleshless skeleton hand, he gazes more specifically at the item he's currently holding in his grasp, letting out a light grunt down at it.

Yes, he'd always had this item. It was a one-time use consumable, but even that didn't mean anything when he actually had about a million of the thing, stockpiled in Nazarick. He'd always been a bit of a hoarder, and back during the last days of YGGDRASIL, he'd been the only one left around with access to the vast fortunes of gold that he and his friends had accumulated over the years.

He'd also been the only one bringing in new revenue to keep the guild up and running and functional, but luckily for them, upkeep on Nazarick wasn't actually that bad. Rather than paying to build their base, he and his cohorts had put in time and effort instead, resulting on lower upkeep costs across the board. Even by himself, given how much he played, Ainz had been able to keep bringing in a profit.

As such, he'd set about buying everything YGGDRASIL had to offer. Not for any real reason, it's not as if he knew he would be transported to a new world like the one he was in now, his soul caught up in his old character avatar, himself turned into the Supreme One that he now embodied. Ainz had no idea any of that was going to happen, back when he'd bought a million of the things in his grasp, as well as a million of every other item besides.

Luckily, Nazarick had the capacity to carry massive amounts of… well, everything, due to one of the last updates for YGGDRASIL effectively removing some of the arbitrary item caps and raising them to pretty much the highest loads that the game could handle. That had been nice of them… and Ainz, back before he'd become Ainz, had abused it oh so maliciously.

Ah, but he was distracting himself, wasn't he? He was trying not to think about what it was he was about to do. But… he couldn't help himself! And really, even if it was an excuse, he was right in a way! What he'd done to Albedo, right before the end of YGGDRASIL and their arrival in this new world… he'd altered her code to make her eternally in love with him, the ruler of Nazarick.

In all fairness, Tabula had made Albedo into a slut. He'd made her undeniably promiscuous, so even if Ainz hadn't done what he did, she STILL probably would have been trying to jump his bones, day in and day out. It's just, she would have been trying to jump everything else that so much as moved as well. He didn't think he would have handled that very well, so in the end, he was kind of happy that he'd done what he did.

At the same time however, by doing what he did, he'd effectively made Albedo fall in love with a skeleton. He was, effectively, undead. He had no flesh, he had no body save for the collection of bones, animated beneath his robes. And as much as Albedo loved him, it was clear that she was still a Succubus at heart, because she constantly talked about the things he could do to her, as if she didn't realize he was a skeleton.

Or perhaps… perhaps she realized that any time he wanted; he could change that? Just as Ainz is having this rather belated epiphany, the doors to the throne room open up, and the beauty that currently takes up all of his thoughts steps into the room, closing said doors behind her without a look back. Of course not, the moment she can, her eyes, with their golden irises and vertically split pupils, are focused on him and him alone, to the absence of anything and everything else.

The throne room is empty for the moment, save the two of them. So, as Albedo walks down the length of it towards his dais, Ainz takes the time to study her in depth. It's not like he's never seen her before or anything, but there's seeing, and then there's SEEING. And to be fair, he's always tried to not pay too much attention to her… assets, if only to avoid tempting himself.

Now though, now he's already decided to give in to temptation, hasn't he? So, isn't it fine that he study her appearance in greater detail? She is, of course, beautiful. With her lustrous black hair, her thick side horns protruding crookedly, and the black angel wings that sit on her waist… she's a goddess, and she has the face of one too. On top of that, she's wearing her pure white dress and silky white gloves as she usually does, but for the first time Ainz really lets himself admire them… as well as the golden spiderweb necklace that covers her otherwise bared shoulders and chest.

She really is something. If he was going to do this with anyone, he would want it to be her. He's sure she would enjoy that sentiment, just like she enjoyed everything about him. His one-line alteration to her personality at the end of YGGDRASIL had made sure that she was extremely loyal and completely in love with him, to the extent that she was blatantly obsessed.

As such, he's not surprised that it takes until the bottom of the dais for Albedo to finally take her eyes off of his skeletal face long enough to notice the item he's holding aloft in one of his bony hands. Her golden eyes widen, and all sense of propriety is lost as she bursts up the dais to stand beside him in a beautiful display of her speed and power, clutching at his arm and blushing profusely, her gaze fixed on the item in his hand… the transformative item in his hand.

"L-Lord Momonga! D-Does this mean…"

"Yes, Albedo. I have decided that it is time to reward you."

And then, without further fanfare (usually he would be more dramatic, but its just the two of them, and he's still afraid he'll end up chickening out if he prolongs this) Ainz Ooal Gown crushes the item in his palm, activating it as the liquid within flows over his skeletal fingers. However, rather than falling to the floor below and making a mess everywhere, every bit of the liquid disappears into his bones, absorbed in an instant.

At the same time, Ainz is focusing, concentrating on what he wants. This particular transformation item is a special one, because for it's duration, you aren't just illusioned to look like something else… you actually transform into that other thing, and it's you who decides exactly what that looks like. Of course, given the circumstances, the lion's share of Ainz's focus goes towards his groin. After all, what's the point of all of this if he doesn't have a big fat cock that can handle everything he wants to do with Albedo?

As a result, the rest of him is more of an after-thought. He uses his memories of himself rather than coming up with anything original. Though, wanting to be a little taller and slightly broader than Albedo is, he makes sure to enhance himself in those ways as well. His shoulders grow slightly bigger and his height increases until, if he were to stand up, he would tower over his obsessed succubus servant.

He doesn't make himself a body builder or anything like that, in fact he could be categorized as a bit lanky by the time he's done, but dressed as he still is in his robes, most of his now human, living, fleshy form is hidden beneath them, at the end of the day. That doesn't stop Albedo from reacting though, when she sees his human face beneath his cowl, laying eyes upon his living, breathing, altogether temporary flesh.

Letting out a shuddering breath, the succubus very clearly wants to jump him, right then and there. But she knows better than to initiate anything, even if he's already said that this was all a reward for her. Or at least, she thinks she knows better. If Albedo DID jump him in that moment, Ainz doesn't think he would really reprimand her, nor would he stop her. In fact, for the first time in a long time, for the first time since he's arrived in this new world, he's having to contend with a thickening sensation down between his legs. Though, this erection is quickly surpassing anything he ever experienced in his past life as a salaryman, given the enhancements he gave himself.

Regardless, in a rather impressive display of self-restraint, Albedo takes a handful of steps away from his side and stands before him, clasping her gloved hands together and licking her lips as she looks at him with the sort of lewd, needy expression that only a woman completely and utterly obsessed with a man could ever wear.

"M-Lord Momonga… you're beautiful. What… what would you have of me, my Master? Please, command me."

Not really trusting himself to speak too much right now, Ainz decides to keep it simple and curt, trusting Albedo to get what he's saying with her woman's intuition.

"Show me, Albedo."

A startled exclamation of joy makes its way out of the succubus' throat at that, and her lips part as she smiles, even wider than before.

"O-Oooh! Yes, Lord Momonga! At once!"

Reaching up without hesitation, Albedo grabs the top of her shoulder-less white dress and pulls down. Her breasts pop out immediately, of course. There have been moments when Albedo has moved this way or that, and Ainz has seen something. When she leans down, he sees down her dress all the time, after all. But always has her clothing seemed to defy gravity. Never have her tits managed to slip free accidentally, never has the obsessive succubus had a wardrobe malfunction. Ainz has been pretty sure it's been magic stopping it from happening… but if so, that magic isn't stopping this time, probably because it's wholly on purpose.

Albedo drags down her dress and shows off her breasts. The golden spiderweb necklace that she wears slides down to drape across the top of her breasts, but it doesn't really do anything to cover them, more accentuating them instead. The fullness and shapeliness of the succubus' tits are still on full display, as are the delicious pink nipples that cap each of them off.

Dropping her dress where it fall to her waist, Albedo smiles perversely as she reaches up with her gloved hands and takes hold of her chest, grabbing both of her tits and massaging and kneading them, right in front of Ainz.

"Mm, do you like what you see, Lord Momonga? Do you like my chest? It's all yours… it belongs to no one but you!"

She's getting more worked up by the moment, and while normally Ainz would look for a way to distract Albedo, a way to simmer down her libido… this is not anything normal. This is exactly what he wants to be happening right now. His voice is a little… guttural, when he speaks again, and his fleshy hands clutch at the sides of his throne as he resists the urge to take his massive erection and stroke it up and down, right then and there. His newly created cock is positively THROBBING right now… but he has to have patience. He has to wait a little while longer.

"Show me more…"

Squealing with delight, Albedo wiggles her hips and in turn ends up shaking her breasts, causing her tits to jiggle and bounce for a bit, even as she proceeds to do just that. Her dress comes the rest of the way down off of her body in short order, and Ainz is left to stare at her gorgeous form as she steps out of the pure white garment.

She's not wearing panties, of course, just like she wasn't wearing a bra. However, Ainz finds that Albedo DOES wear a garter belt, white like the rest of her ensemble and lacy to boot and said garter belt is in turn attached to a pair of pure white thigh high stockings. The garter belt frames Albedo's naked, dripping wet pussy perfectly, and Ainz finds himself staring at it, somewhat fascinated.

Seeing this and having absolutely no sense of propriety where her Master is concerned, Albedo strikes an incredibly lewd pose, her waist-wings flaring outwards, her legs shifting apart, and her hands falling down between her thighs as she uses her fingers to spread open her pussy lips for him.

"Please Master! Gaze upon my naked visage as long as you like! Stare upon my drooling quim! It's all yours! All that I am belongs to you!"

As she practically repeats herself, Ainz decides enough is enough. Rising quite suddenly from his throne, he staggers just a bit, quickly adjusting to his current height as he steps up to Albedo, towering over her by a few inches.

"Kneel."

Her golden irises stare into his face longingly and lovingly, even as the horned succubus sinks to her knees before him, her full breasts and her gushing wet pussy, and just every bit of her beautiful body on display. She's right… all that she is belongs to him. He should have… he should have done this ages ago. With a growl and a slight caving to his flair for the dramatic, Ainz shucks off his robes in one smooth motion, swishing his arms wide as he unequips his gear and reveals his currently living body underneath it.

His cock flops out, thick and hard and undeniably huge, and smacks right down across Albedo's upturned face, landing across her lips, her nose, and her forehead all at once. Her eyes go crossed just trying to look at his member, and she lets out a throaty moan right on the spot, wiggling in sheer anticipation.

"Lick it, Albedo. Worship your Master's cock."

"A-At once, Lord Momonga!"

As she gets to work doing as she's told, Ainz groans loudly through his currently living throat, tilting his head back as sensations that were lost to him for quite a while, ever since he'd been pulled here from YGGDRASIL in fact, come flooding back. It helps that Albedo is surprisingly GOOD at what she does. Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising, given that she's a fucking succubus, but Ainz can't help but wonder where she got the experience, given that she's unwilling to touch anyone but him, unwilling to so much as look at anyone but him as a potential intimate partner.

He likes to imagine she practiced on fruit, or other phallic objects. He imagines her in her quarters (once he'd actually given her some) late at night, licking and slurping at some inanimate object as she moans and slurs his name around it, her free hand buried between her thighs. He… oh fuck, here it comes. All things considered; he should have expected this. His body is new, and he's completely unused to such… sensations.

Still, it's a little embarrassing that all it took was some daydreaming and Albedo's skilled tongue working its way up and down his shaft for a couple of minutes before Ainz blew his first load all over the succubus' face and tits. It was a big load, of course, thick and viscous and absolutely COATING Albedo's beautiful features and fat breasts in a way that he found most satisfying.

Albedo freezes for a moment in surprise… and then lets out a shuddering gasp and cums on the spot as well, moaning wantonly and trembling as her body shakes and shivers its way through an instant orgasm. As soon as she's able to, she begins scooping up his seed and sliding it into her mouth, and Ainz watches this for a time, waiting patiently for Albedo to get his cum out of her eyes and lay her gaze upon his cock once more.

She stops the moment that she sees he's still hard, going still for a moment before all but lunging forward, her cum-soaked gloved hands grabbing at his member.

"L-Lord Momonga! You're still hard! I apologize for my dereliction of duty; it is clear now that I'm far from finished satisfying your needs!"

Ainz doesn't have to say anything, because the next thing he knows, Albedo is opening wide and taking his massive member in between her full, pouty lips. So, he grunts instead and just lets her do as she pleases for the moment, knowing that her enthusiasm alone will see her through. The horned succubus quickly sets herself to a pace few could match as she begins to bob up and down on his member. Her hands soon leave his cock and her arms slide around his waist instead, until she's wrapping her limbs around him and pressing her tits into the front of his legs, all while expertly deep throating his cock.

If she set herself at even a moderate pace, Ainz is pretty sure that she wouldn't have any trouble whatsoever taking him down her throat, given the technique she seemed to be employing of continuously swallowing his length as she bobbed up and down further and further onto his member. But of course, Albedo didn't do anything halfway. Almost as if she wanted to wreck her own throat in a display of devotion and love for her Master, the succubus chokes herself on his cock, going too fast for her swallowing to keep up.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Her gurgling and gagging are music to Ainz's ears, if he's being honest, as is the look in her golden eyes as she stares up at him, involuntary tears dripping down her cheeks, slobber and drool collecting on her chin, and even a bit of snot leaving her nostrils. With some of his cum still covering her face as well, she looks like an absolute mess, as expected. But in his eyes, that just makes her all the more beautiful.

He likes her messy, likes seeing what havoc he's wrecked upon her. In this moment, Albedo is his toy, freshly used and continuing to service him even now. Is it any wonder then, that his second orgasm comes only a little slower than the first? With a loud, wanton groan, Ainz begins to cum once more. Yet again, he gives no warning, and Albedo barely has time to react with a slight widening of her eyes, before his seed is hitting the back of her unprepared throat and spilling down her esophagus.

She chokes on it, and more than a little of Ainz's cum explodes out of Albedo's nostrils and the sides of the succubus' mouth, leaving her looking even more messed up than before. Her golden eyes are slightly glazed over, even as her grip on his waist slackens slightly. Slowly but surely, the succubus pulls back, sitting on her heels with her back still straight but her body swaying from side to side from the exertion.

Panting, a cum bubble erupts from her red lips, and Albedo shudders in orgasmic delight, her golden gaze still fixed on him. More accurately, still fixed on his face. So of course, Ainz has to step forward and slap her across her cum-covered features with his still-hard cock.

"Clean yourself up, Albedo. We're not done yet."

With her gaze fixating on his member, still at full mast and still undeniably erect, the succubus' heart almost audibly tha-thumps for a moment, before she nods rapidly. She makes a big show of cleaning herself up again with her hands, slurping his cum off of her soaked-through gloves once more. However, this time she's clever enough to apply a little magic as well on the side. By the time she's done giving Ainz quite the show, Albedo's gloves and face and tits are completely pristine, not a trace of his ejaculations left on her body.

She's cleaned herself up, as he commanded. Letting out a pleased grunt, Ainz considers for a moment… how does he want to take her. But in the end, there's really only one choice left to him, isn't there? With a wicked grin, the Master of Nazarick reaches down and grabs his darling, devoted succubus by one of her curved horns, pulling none-too-gently as he drags her to her feet. Albedo cries out in pain and pleasure both, the masochistic little slut all too eager to obey his nonverbal command to stand, just as she's eager to take whatever rough treatment he has for her.

Ainz spins Albedo around, and promptly bends her over his throne. How else is he going to fuck his most perfect servant, right? How else is he going to take this woman who is so devoted to him, who adores him and obsesses over him with all her heart? Albedo ends up kneeling in the seat of his throne as she clutches at the back of it with both hands. Her black wings flare out at her waist, and she juts her heart-shaped behind in his direction, wiggling it and moaning wantonly and invitingly.

He takes hold of her ass, of course, grabbing it with both hands and squeezing it harshly, his digits digging into her soft, full buttocks. In response, Albedo just moans louder, while Ainz has his way with her, groping hard one moment, pulling her cheeks apart the next. Seeing her pussy lips nestled down between her thighs, his cock throbs with anticipation, and Ainz doesn't see any point in depriving himself any further. He's come this far… why stop now?

Lodging himself in Albedo's entrance, Ainz thrusts forward with a grunt. He slams home into her waiting, drooling quim with all the might that his max level gives him, as well as all the strength that he made sure to impart into this transformation he's using. Right now, he has a living body, with a big fat cock, and he puts that to good use. He starts fucking Albedo as hard as he can from the very beginning, pounding into her with rapid-fire strokes, ramming home into her cunt over and over again.

In response, Albedo cries out most joyously.

"Yes, Lord Momonga! You're s-so deep! You're so deep inside MEEEEEEE!!! Please don't stop, Lord Momonga! Use me! Use your loyal servant to your heart's content! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE~"

Albedo tosses her head back and positively howls as she cums on his cock in short order. That first orgasm is certainly explosive, but it's by far not the last, nor is it even the most intense. Gritting his teeth and growling through his transformed lungs, Ainz sets to work fucking Albedo with every last bit of his power. His fingers dig into her hips, his cock pounds into her quivering, trembling cunt. Her ass jiggles forcibly with every single thrust, and her body shakes beneath his as she clutches at his throne.

She is his succubus, his pet, his property… and he is her Master, the Master of all he surveys! He should have done this ages ago, should have CLAIMED Albedo ages ago! In a way, he had really. He'd claimed her the moment that he'd put that alteration in her personality, back before their arrival in this new world. He'd made her fall deeply, madly in love with him… and then he'd been so cruel as to do nothing about it for ages. And for what, because he felt guilty? Hah! He was Ainz Ooal Gown, and he felt no guilt for any of the actions he took! For if he took an action, it was an action that had to be taken!

With a roar, Ainz unloads in Albedo's cunt, letting out an even thicker and larger load of his cum than either time before. He fills Albedo's womb to the brim and then some, knowing that he's distending her belly, making her look like she's already pregnant when she's not… yet. But then, why shouldn't she be? Why shouldn't he breed her?

The thought comes to him in the midst of his release… so in the midst of his release, Ainz makes the change. He is the Master here, after all. It's a simple enough thought to make it so the cum that's flowing from his transformed cock is suddenly the most virile seed he's ever released in this life or the last. Simple indeed to all but make sure that, if it's possible, Albedo's womb will almost certainly bear fruit from this union.

He fills her and fills her and fills her some more. It's a glorious sensation, to be sure, and Ainz enjoys every last moment of it. But all good things come to an end, and eventually he pulls out of Albedo's cunt. She collapses forward onto his throne, panting heavily… but only for a moment. Conscious of herself and the gift that her Master has given her, the succubus practically teleports off his throne and onto her knees, one hand buried between her thighs, not to pleasure herself, but to plug herself up, covering her cunt and not letting a single ounce of Ainz's seed leave her.

At the same time though, Albedo brings her other gloved hand to his cock and begins to lick and lap at it again. Ainz allows her to do this, even as he drags her with him, sort of. Turning and taking his seat back on his throne, Ainz watches as Albedo follows hastily, leaning forward and nestling herself most lovingly between his legs to continue worshipping his cock, even as he watches her in mild amusement.

The item he used to transform himself will last for a while longer, at this rate. More than long enough that he suspects he'll get another try or three at fucking Albedo silly and breeding her full of his babies. And if not… well, he has a million more of this particular consumable item to use as he likes. Today will not be the last day that he indulges in his and Albedo's needs, fucking the succubus nice and hard and filling her with liters and liters of his seed.

No, today… today was just the beginning.