Overlord: Luc*ifer

In the glorious throne room of the infamous Great Tomb of Nazarick,, two of remaining members of the Ainz Ooal Gown guild sat and reminisced about past adventures. One was a common sight for the guild made up of grotesques, Momonga. He is the one sat upon the throne and his companion stands behind him. For his final day in the game, he had dressed his skeletal form in the highest ranked gear he could equip. His daunting visage and glowing red eyes, did little to dissuade his friendly attitude towards sharing the last few minutes that Yggdrasil was online with a fellow guild mate.

Momonga's companion was an unorthodox member of the guild. Forgoing the usual terrifying features of the grotesques, the player known as Luci*fer had chosen the more deceitful appearance of a dark seraphim. At a first glance, Luci*fer was a not normal human, albeit one of otherworldly beauty. With horns and Fluffy platinum blonde hair hung down the back of his regal white robes, with a pair of feathery, black angelic wings coming from both sides of his scalp. The gentle lines of his face and his haunting Red eyes were all part of his façade, hiding who he really was on the inside. His fellow guild mates knew of his strange tendencies, but none could say that he didn't fit in with his mischievous nature and cunning.

Momonga and Luc*ifer had been the last two active members of the guild and probably the last players online before the game shutdown. In the throne room, they took what precious moments they had left to recount stories about old adventures. Mostly discussing all the times Luc*ifer decided to mess with them just for the fun of it.

"You have to admit, it was in character," Luc*ifer said, his ever present devilish smile on his face.

"True," Momonga replied, putting a bony hand to his chin. "However, that didn't mean we weren't going to punish you for taking all the drops."

Lucifer shrugged. "I gave it all back…eventually."

The pair shared a laugh, that was interrupted by the sound of an alarm. With an exasperated sigh, Momonga pulled up his player screen and confirmed the time. "Thank you for joining me tonight, but I have to log off."

"Why ?"

"I need pay the rent to my landlord ,She should be arriving at the very moment."

"Do you really have to go?"

"Unfortunately yes," Momonga replied, lifting himself out of his seat. "I also have to work early in the morning."

"Shame you can't stay until they shut off the game," Lucifer said, following Momonga towards the entrance, "but thanks for keeping me company."

"Same to you, old friend. We'll meet up again some other time in IRL I'm sure."

"Count on it."

Waving goodbye, Momonga signed out for the final time. Left completely by himself, Luc*ifer stowed away the temporary chairs and took his place on the throne. Without the hustle and bustle of the guild's former hay days, he found the large room all the more lonesome. Lounging in the throne, he began thinking back to all the friends and memories had made along the way. Even if they did scorn him for his less than savory activities, they always accepted him for who he was. As he reminisced about the various tricks he had played on his fellow players, a lingering thought stuck in his mind. It was something he had always wanted to do, but never did for fear of earning the wrath of the entire guild. Considering he was the last one around, he figured it couldn't hurt to have just a little more mischief.

Bringing up a list of the guild's NPCs, he found the one he was looking for in an instant. The one he chose was the one of the strongest creations, but it wasn't power he was looking for. As he made the command to summon her to the throne room, the only thing he was concerned with was getting a chance to play around with one of the more impressive creatures the guild had created.

A beam of bright light shined in the center of the room as she appeared. In direct opposition of Luci*fer's male looks, her silky, long black hair was pierced by a pair of ivory horns. A white dress adorned with golden trim showed off her perfect figure, while leaving enough openings for anyone to see her flawless, pale skin. Upon inputting a command, Luci*fer made her approach the throne, the black, feathery wings on her waist shaking with each step. Upon reaching him, she performed a bowing animation that let him get a glimpse of her stunning, golden irises.

"Just as beautiful as the day Tabula made you," Lucifer commented as he looked her over. As expected, she didn't respond. He couldn't blame her considering she was just an NPC meant to guard the Tomb in-case of invaders and a glorified attendant of those sits on the throne. BUT now there is no guild mates left and he can do whatever he wants. At the very least, that meant what he was about to do didn't matter anymore.

Pulling up Albedo's character screen, he scrolled to her description. Skimming through her background he was impressed at just how much work had gone into creating her damn that Tabula !! It will take hours to finish all the lore/programs she wrote about Albedo. However, he didn't particularly agree with certain aspects, taking the opportunity to modify and add things to make her more appealing to him. Of course it was all just fantasy, but the very act of assuming such things for a creature like her was enough to get his blood boiling. Reaching the end, he shook his head as he read the line, "Incidentally, she is a slut." With a flick of his wrist, he scratched it out and wrote instead, "She is in love with Lucifer."

Sitting back in the throne, Luc*ifer looked over his work with pride. It was a description fitting of his darker tendencies, that would surely get him thrown out of the guild if Tabula ever got a hold of him. Watching the last few seconds tick towards the midnight shut down, he almost wished that the other players were around to catch him in the act. Even if was just to see him for one last time. With one second left on the clock, Luc*ifer closed his eyes and waited to see what happened.

As soon as Luci*fer heard his alarm hit midnight, he opened his eyes expecting to see that he had been booted out of the game. However, he found himself still sitting in the middle of the throne room. The odd sight came with a sensation that should not have existed in the game, the long forbidden in the realm of VR games sense of smell. And yet, he could pick up multiple different scents drifting through the elaborate room. Most overpowering being the sweet smell coming from Albedo standing just a few feet away.

"Lord Lucifer, is everything alright?" she asked, only adding to his confusion.

"Um, yes," he replied, stretching out his fingers. The more he shuffled around his body, the more it sunk in that he had actually become his game character. Everything felt so real, made all the more evident by Albedo acting like a living thing rather than just a program. The thought brushed aside his confusion, as his mind came up with a solution to his questions.

"Albedo?"

"Yes my lord," she dutifully responded.

"Come closer."

A warm smile spread across her face. "Of course my lord."

Following his orders, Albedo stepped close enough for him to hear her short, excited breaths. Overlooking the expression of adoration in her eyes, he reached forward to grasp at her chest. Her boobs certainly felt real enough as he jostled them around, also confirming that the restrictions that had been in place to stop such interactions were no longer in effect. Continuing to poke and prod at her breasts, he finally noticed the sounds of pleasure emanating from her. Adopting a sinister grin proper to his character, he decided to push it further.

Grabbing Albedo by the waist, he pulled her onto the throne. Using his newly acquired supernatural strength, he lifted her up onto his lap with ease. Diving his head between her breasts, he let his fingers further explore her curves. He let himself fully enjoy the sensation, feeling up her shapely rear, soft skin, and enjoying the sweet smell clinging to her body. The acts cemented in his mind that this was his new reality. This came alongside Albedo's constant squeaks and moans encouraging him to continue.

Picking his head up, he pressed against her wanting lips with his. Albedo wrapped her arms around his back, seemingly never wanting the embrace to end. Each sound she made was in an effort to fully express how much she loved being so close to him. That made it all he more demoralizing as his passionate groping waned as he slid his fingers across her navel.

As Lucifer pulled his lips away from her, she stared at him with longing eyes. "Lord Luci*fer, why did you stop? Am I not pleasing to you my liege?"

"You are beautiful, but I find you still lacking in certain areas," he said, lifting her off of his lap and gently setting her down.

"Lord Lucifer, please," she said, prostrating herself before him, "there must be something I can do."

He let a wicked grin creep across his face. "Your loyalty is well known. I believe you will be true to your word." Getting up from the throne, he grasped her chin and gently lifted her head up to look directly into his devilish eyes. " Alright then undress and bend over let if you are truly a virgin succubus."

"Whatever you wish, my lord," she replied, letting every part of Luci*fer's orders sink into her very being.