Overlord of biblical proportions: The new Three-Sided War (14) (18+) (Patreon)

The boundless dark-blue sea shining under the moonlight looked like a sea of mercury. Shimmering with a silvery light, it creates a wonderful picture that one wanted to preserve in their memory. Especially with the sight of numerous large stars glimmering reflected on its surface, the sight of which took one's breath away…

Momonga wanted to continue looking at the sea before him, enjoying the feeling of calm the sight seemed to endear to him. He tried to imagine that each of the stars before him were not a single tapestry, but the millions and millions of countless distant worlds that it actually is. There, far away, beyond the emptiness enveloping the vast and yet, at the same time, so small Earth…

To see oneself as an infinitely small grain of sand in the endless, empty ocean of stars…

"Master!" However, Shalltear's voice tore Momonga out of his contemplation of the iridescent carpet of stars and its reflection, making him turn his eyes to the two girls in front of him. Noting with a certain pleasure the fact that the picture before him was not particularly inferior to the picture that he had been examining just a few seconds ago.

Of course, in Shalltear's wardrobe there was a bikini, several even, he shouldn’t have expected anything else from Peroroncino. To Momonga's relief, Shalltear eventually refused the most fetishistic options, it was better for Momonga not to check what kind of thoughts a school swimsuit or a micro-bikini, which was probably not removed for violating censorship only because devs did not notice, could awaken in him. Instead, Shalltear had eventually chosen a relatively modest bikini.

Relatively, being the keyword here. Because, no matter how you looked at Shalltear's appearance, it was still a bikini. At least it still hid the most important parts of Shalltear's body…

The same, which could not be said about Albedo, whom Momonga noticed a moment later and looked away, trying to think about something like the cold emptiness of space… And not the hot fullness of the female body, accentuated almost devilishly by the way the clothing pressed on it.

Because, while Shalltear was the ‘ideal waifu’ of Peroroncino, who loved to collect all possible types of costumes to dress Shalltear up, leaving Shalltear as a result with a collection of several hundred items of clothing, Tabula, the creator of Albedo, did not bother to provide her with a swimsuit. No, of course, he prepared several sets of clothes for Albedo, but they were all, in one way or another, ball gowns or combat armor, which definitely was not suited for swimming. And this, in turn, caused a certain problem, since Albedo still needed swimwear, which Albedo immediately intended to get from the wardrobe of Nazarick…

And of course, out of thousands of options, she had to choose the only one that was not made of magical fabric, and therefore did not adjust to the size of the owner! Given Albedo's extremely prominent… Proportions. Her bikini barely fit on her and with each movement of her body, causing her breasts to sway, it threatened to burst into pieces of scrap at any moment.

Momonga was ready to bet that Albedo herself was trying with every movement to tear her bra with all her might!

That is why Momonga continued to silently gaze at the beauty of the night sky, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Trying to instill the essence of cold, boundless emptiness into himself…

"Master!" Shalltear, who was next to Momonga, looked devotedly into his eyes, then moved her hand to the side, pointing to the sea flooded with silver light. "Please, let's go! What could be more romantic than swimming under the moonlight?!"

"Of course, Lord Momonga, even Shalltear has good ideas sometimes." Albedo began to speak at a distance of several meters from Momonga, but it still did not help him. The feeling that someone had licked his ear with a hot tongue still made Momonga realize that, contrary to the reasoning of his former guild mates, on earth there were objects significantly hotter than the distant stars.

Momonga had driven himself into this trap, to be completely honest. He invited two girls on a date, wanting to postpone the sex and dilute it with romantic dialogues so that his relationship doesn’t just consist of carnality. Time to get to know Albedo and Shalltear as living beings, and not just as NPCs that his guild had once created.

But the ideal romantic setting he had chosen turned into a trap, because Momonga did not realize that during a date on the beach… He would have to swim. And swimming meant the two girls he was currently dating would be half naked, because there’s no way they could swim with their clothes on. And them being already half naked, in turn, meant that Momonga's mind, from a purely pragmatic point of view, and not because he had turned into a pervert, would prefer to leave romantic conversations and proceed to sex. After all, why waste time on conversations when their outcome was already predetermined anyway?

Besides, Momonga couldn't admit that he… Couldn't swim.

What? Being undead and a mage, Momonga could travel along the seabed on foot, he did not need to keep himself afloat, and in case of extreme need, he could always use teleportation or flight for quick movement. Furthermore, swimming was a completely unnecessary skill for Momonga in his past life, in the real world.

After all, the only clean water, one that is suitable for swimming and would not burn the flesh clean off of the bone, existed exclusively in the private pools of the richest and most high-ranking corporate employees. Pools that Momonga could only see exclusively in the news or corporate bulletin as the Corporate execs celebrated some kind of achievement, or on Christmas and the Company Founding Day.

And sometimes, very rarely, when declaring wars and making peace. But in Neo-Japan, Momonga such a thing was rare indeed.

Yet now, finding himself on the beach, with two stunning girls literally radiating desire, Momonga could do nothing but continue to look at the stars rather than enjoying the very rare opportunity to enjoy the vast expanse of clean water. He could only hope and pray that one of the stars would suddenly flash across the sky and work like his Super-Tier magic and grant him the opportunity to avoid shame.

However, whatever the limits of Momonga's incredible luck, it seemed that it was still not capable of causing magical meteor showers on command.

‘How did it come to this? I could prepare ten battle plans with bosses, twenty ways to win in PvP, in an instant, but the moment a relationship issue comes into the picture, I am completely lost!’ Momonga wanted to sigh in frustration, but he could definitely not do that, unless he made it appear that he would make it appear to the girls that he disliked something. And so, instead, smiling at Albedo and Shalltear, he accepted the fact that he would not be able to dodge the two girls for too long. He would need to join in on swimming. Hell, he hasn’t even taken off his towel after changing!

With great reluctance, Momonga slowly pulled off the towel, inadvertently giving the girls a very tantalizing strip show.

"Ah, my Master!" Despite the fact that Shalltear, being a vampire, was deprived of blood circulation and therefore could not physically blush, in violation of all the laws of biology, from one glance at Momonga, Shalltear's snow-white skin turned an unexpectedly bright ruby color. However, Albedo, judging by how she suddenly inhaled air with a stuffy sob, as if suddenly struck by lightning, was not particularly lagging behind her harem sister…

‘These are literally just swimming trunks…’ Momonga did not even want to draw the attention of the girls to the fact that at the moment he was wearing the simplest boxer-style swimming trunks, Momonga felt too uncomfortable in others. It was made in full imitation of the standard male swimwear in this world.

If there was such a thing as ‘anti-eroticism’, then Momonga was sure that his swimming trunk definitely fell under it.

"Ah, Lord Momonga…" Albedo's voice, was shrouded in a veil of arousal, thickening with every second, made its way to Momonga's ears, prompting him to make a decision to quickly bade a hasty retreat into the water.

At least in the water, he could hide his reaction to Albedo's sultry voice was having on a particular part of his anatomy… Why did Tabula even make Albedo such a succubus?!

"Master, your beautiful body… Ah, why can't I become the wind, so that I could caress your body from all sides, licking it with a hundred tongues…" Momonga made a huge effort to control himself to not react to Shalltear’s words. The sea, the endless sea would be his escape, he could not drown after all, and so waddled deeper in the surf.

Again, Momonga was not at all against the very act of sex. In general, despite some limitations of his body and sensations in that, Momonga had enjoyed his trysts with the two girls… However, it would still take him some time before he could fully begin to perceive the actions of Albedo and Shalltear as something completely normal.

Not to mention the fact that he had planned a date, so he wanted some romance! He really wanted to get to know the two girls who once existed as NPCs, and now suddenly turned to be living, intelligent, thinking individuals!

Trying not to pay too much attention to the admiring looks of the two girls surrounding him at the moment, Momonga quickly rushed into the sea. Now, with his lower half completely hidden under the water, he was able to breathe a little more calmly and turn his attention back to the two girls.

With the two moving into the waters themselves, at the moment were approaching him with alarming inevitability. Their movements force Momonga to recall the sharks that had long been extinct in his past world, but still existed in Yggdrasil, trying to get close to their prey.

"Ahem, Albedo!" Momonga tried to take control of himself again and refrain from trying to retreat from the approaching shark. "Ahem, what do you… Like to do in your free time?"

"Free time?" Albedo raised her head for a moment, her eyes losing the predatory tinge, surprised by Momonga's words, "Free from what, Lord Momonga?"

Shalltear, however, taking advantage of the fact that Momonga addressed not her, but Albedo, continued to swim towards him, getting even closer to her target, that is, Momonga's body.

"When you’re free from… Your duties, I suppose?" Momonga was not sure if he could unambiguously describe the actions of the NPCs as their ‘work’, so he asked the question somewhat uncertainly, making Albedo frown for a moment.

"Please forgive me, Lord Momonga! With all possible thoroughness, I strive to serve you with absolute dedication so as not to allow even a fraction of my life to pass uselessly! If you have noticed that I have this ‘free time’, moments where I have not served you, please punish me with all possible severity!" Albedo instantly fell to one knee, because of which she half went underwater, forcing Momonga to abort asking further questions. He needed to fix this and fast, even as he was still shocked at how badly his prepared question was taken.

Before Momonga could say anything, Albedo suddenly raised her head, her hair causing a blade of water to appear, splashing water all around her, even some getting into her eyes, which the succubus ignored completely. Instead, her full attention was placed on Momonga, which he had to admit had pinned him in place with just how fervent her gaze looked.

“However, I suppose, Lord Momonga… If you would allow me to say this, then, I suppose… Perhaps there is an activity that I really could do in my ‘free time’…”

"Hm!" Momonga cheered up for a moment, seeing that his question was finally going somewhere.

"And what would you do with that?"

"I remember the unforgettable sex with you and fantasize about its continuation!" Albedo’s face instantly lit up like the most polished gold coin in the world, making Momonga step back from her excited declaration.

‘On the one hand, it looks like I have no other choice.’ Momonga sighed as he could feel Shalltear's small hands touching him, before instantly finding a rational reason for his actions,

‘Although, on the other hand, perhaps, after I remove these thoughts from the minds of Albedo and Shalltear … I can try to talk to them about something romantic?’

***

Approaching Lord Momonga with the help of her extreme aerodynamic body, her svelte body reduced any drag as she swam to her lord. Shalltear stopped for a moment to look at the perfect form of Lord Momonga, she had approached to do one thing and one thing only.

In the moonlight, with the reflections on the sea waves, Lord Momonga seemed like a mirage, a figure born from the most desperate dreams of Shalltear's mind. An infinitely beautiful and infinitely distant reflection of all possible dreams of beauty, reflected in one single being that comes to, in its infinite mercy, into this world.

A world so unworthy of Lord Momonga, but so desperately desiring him…

Of course, putting her hand on her unbeating heart, Shalltear preferred a different appearance of Lord Momonga, even if they are both perfect. No matter how heretical it might sound, Shalltear preferred to see the whiteness of the ribs, those stark lines of his pelvis, and the alluring depth of his eye sockets, but that was just personal taste in the end. Shalltear felt that from just remembering her memories alone, her body had made the sea level around increase, her body couldn’t help but be so aroused.

But, any form of Lord Momonga was the greatest beauty that Shalltear could only imagine.

After all, in the end, above his appearance stood the fact that it was Lord Momonga, her beloved, the First of the Forty-One Supreme Beings. The world should have drowned in tears of happiness when Lord Momonga blessed it by stepping on the dirty earth of this world, allowing even the worms like humans to see him.

However, in the end, despite the fact that this world was a dirty cesspool of humans and similar disgusting creatures, still, there were their own advantages in that, and Lord Momonga himself highlighted one of them. With the background of silver moonlight on glittering sea waves, Shalltear could lose herself in contemplation of the figure of Lord Momonga for eternity…

If she wasn't moving towards his figure at the moment.

Since she had been blessed by her Lord’s seed, Shalltear could not stop thinking about her Master, her mind coming back to through that time over and over in her head. She would concentrate on one moment or another, savoring every phantom touch such remembrance brings, reliving every time her Lord had touched her again and again… But perhaps heretically, Shalltear wanted more, salivating at what carnal moments she could enjoy next.

Maybe her Lord would use other poses to ravage her, maybe he would order her to pleasure him using her hands, maybe even anally? Being Undead, Shalltear didn't even need to prepare for anal sex, unlike the primitive races like humans, she was always ready! And not only ready physiologically, but also psychologically!

In fact, she was not just ready, she wanted it! She wanted her Lord to destroy her, to inflict on her the worst and tantalizing pain and pleasure.

Of course, Shalltear would not allow her fantasies to distract her from work, because overly indulging in her fantasies could deprive her of the chance to turn these fantasies into reality. But this did not mean that she could simply abandon these fantasies!

And so, finally reaching Lord Momonga, Shalltear instantly grabbed hold of his body, after which she slid up barely violating the rowing of the waves, pressing herself against the broad back of Lord Momonga. And, taking advantage of the wave that had lifted her, threw her legs on the waist of Lord Momonga from the back, carefully turning her body into an integral part of Lord Momonga's body.

Her bikini, provided by Lord Peroroncino, had long disappeared into her [Inventory], allowing the naked Shalltear to press herself against the naked back of Lord Momonga, which made him freeze for a moment. Shalltear herself, was not going to be shy about the reward provided to her, after all, if Lord Momonga did not want it, a simple command would have stopped her ministrations.

Almost immediately, she began to rub her whole body against Lord Momonga, riding up and down his back, feeling how her nipples and clitoris rubbed against Lord Momonga's back.

The very thought that she could use her Master's back for masturbation took Shalltear's breath away. Simultaneously, it pierced her with fear and desire, and she couldn’t hold back anymore.

It was simply natural that she forced herself to press her body harder against Lord Momonga and start rubbing even harder, her already swollen and so sensitive bumps sending shocks of pleasure, almost excessive for her body, directly to her mind.

"Master…! Master…!" Shalltear's lingering moans and hot breathing instantly broke into unintelligible wracks of moans as soon as she rubbed against Lord Momonga's back a few times. Shalltear's eyes lost focus as it was covered with a haze of pleasure. Only the thought that she would be selfish, cumming before giving any pleasure to her Lord, caused her to slow down.

Shalltear immediately pulled herself together again, opening her eyes… Only to see the big-mouthed gorilla, Albedo, using her aforementioned big mouth as she dove, eager to service Lord Momonga with her mouth.

A moment later, Lord Momonga's underpants were pulled down, exposing Lord Momonga's inhumanly huge dick, causing Shalltear to instantly freeze, concentrating completely on the picture in front of her. A huge, blood-filled pink column, beckoning Shalltear, making her unconsciously reach for it…

Even if Shalltear had seen it before, every new second of observing something so incredible was imprinted on Shalltear's brain over and over again, moment by moment. The illuminating moonlight called Shalltear to dissolve in it in order to envelop Lord Momonga's body with her own, to sit on his dick and forget forever any place other than this one, to completely merge with Lord Momonga until her pussy becomes the only place where her Lord's dick can be located.

If only she was a Slime like Epsilon, then she could be with Lord Momonga. Always. Everywhere.

Shalltear moved forward, trying to catch every particle of Lord Momonga's scent. The salt from the seawater, the cool freshness of the wind, the warmth from her Master's body, and pheromones that crashed into her nose seemed to burn out any possibility for Shalltear to feel any other smell. Except that of Lord Momonga.

‘And let it be so,’ A pink haze began to envelop Shalltear's mind. ‘I don't need anything else. Even better, now I will always be able to find Lord Momonga by scent alone. Like a hound. A bitch always returning to the Master holding her leash and collar… Ah, it smells better than blood…’

Shalltear stopped breathing, stopped moving, except trying to get closer to Lord Momonga's dick, her lips involuntarily stretched into a tube, and her tongue reached out after them, everything else in the world ceased to exist. Shalltear herself felt like a slave before a shrine, trying to touch a piece of divine magnificence, to touch Nirvana, to press her lips to the holy relic so that she could worship it…

Until half of Lord Momonga's member suddenly disappeared, and that intoxicating smell disappeared along with it!

Shalltear froze, knocked out of her trance, trying to understand what she’s seeing in front of her. Darkness suddenly absorbed half of her Master's dick, before realizing that this darkness was moving. Black, shimmering in the silver light darkness. Black as… Albedo!

Shalltear wanted to pounce on the skank and sink her teeth into her, tear a piece of flesh out of her. How dare she!? How Albedo had taken away Shalltear's opportunity to enjoy the sight of Lord Momonga's dick!? How dare she do something so disgusting, blasphemous, as to hide the most beautiful thing that can only be in this world from her sight!

Shalltear sharply clicked her teeth, closing her jaws, feeling how at the same time she was torn apart from the inside by envy of Albedo and… Gratitude.

Because Albedo was giving pleasure to Lord Momonga, and Shalltear was immensely grateful to her for that. Rivals or not, Albedo was pleasing Lord Momonga, and for that Shalltear could not be ungrateful to her.

However, along with this gratitude came envy. Shalltear should have been the one on her knees before Lord Momonga! Shalltear should have been the one encircling her Master's dick with her lips, sucking it deeper and deeper into the depths of Shalltear herself! Deeper, to the stomach, beyond the stomach, until Shalltear was impaled on the most beautiful stake in the world, where she will henceforth remain for the rest of her life! Where she will spend the next eternity! And one more after it! And an endless number of eternities more!

However, when Shalltear's searing envy reacted with her gratitude, confusing Shalltear in the intricacies of her emotions, she suddenly felt Lord Momonga's strong and confident hands reach out to her, picking her up by the arms. Like a doll to his perusal, Shalltear was brought forward until she was face to face with Lord Momonga himself.

"There, there, no need to worry…" Lord Momonga's voice ran through Shalltear's veins like the many pricks of blunt needles, making her dead heart suddenly freeze in a quivering rush from Lord Momonga's voice, from his words, encouraging and completely a little mocking, igniting a fire in Shalltear's heart itself. "I think I can help you a little with this problem…"

After another moment, Shalltear felt Lord Momonga's hand slide over her eternally young body, bypassing the very small bumps of her breasts, making Shalltear shudder with each momentary touch to her painfully hard nipples. Involuntarily, her excitement splashed out of her from her pussy.

Before, her Lord’s hand continued going down, to her clitoris, sending shuddering shocks through her. And so, when her Lord began grabbing it, playing with it, Shalltear could only whimper quietly from the excessive sensations and emotions that were breaking through her mind.

"Here? I think… Yes, this is exactly where your biggest problem is now. But do not worry. I can help you with it…"

***

Albedo tried with all her might to impale herself on Lord Momonga's dick. She really tried to break her jaw, pierce through her throat, change her entire internal anatomy, to swallow the entire huge thick and warm stake, making it an integral part of herself… But she could not do it.

The completely inhuman volume could not fit into Albedo's mouth or throat, forcing her to warp her body in order to stuff an extra centimeter of flesh into herself. But the flesh did not seem to be going to end at all. Centimeter by centimeter, Lord Momonga's dick made its way into Albedo's insatiable gullet, but in front of Albedo's face there was still too much flesh that she tried to please and could not push inside in any way.

With every centimeter that went inside her, Albedo felt like she was losing some part of herself as well. The taste receptors on her tongue melted as it tasted something that is without compare, flowing down along with her saliva into her stomach, until only one taste remained on her tongue. Slightly salty, slightly sweet, and a tangy taste that seemed to Albedo, the only real taste in her entire life.

As if everything she had tasted before were fake, a deception of the senses with cheap substitutes and just irritation of the right zones on the tongue. But this taste was real, the only real one in the whole world.

Like the smell. Like the feeling of warmth. Like the delightful fullness in her throat. Like a slight tremor. Like the feeling of pulsation.

Albedo thought that she was going crazy, that it was not her excitement flowing down her legs, but her brain. Her mind flowing out of her with her arousal.

As if every moment she spent with Lord Momonga's dick in her mouth, her intelligence was falling in half, sending half of her mind to feel, analyze, and remember each of her sensations. The taste, smell, warmth, volume, pulsation…

Albedo was torn apart in indecision. She wanted to continue, push forward a little more of Lord Momonga's dick into her. But she also wanted to stop, to absorb without a trace all the sensations that were running through her body right now, from her lips to her toes and back.

Albedo's hands, which were supposed to reach for her pussy, even as she wanted to touch the sacred altar that she was trying to push inside herself, not daring to defile something so beautiful with her dirty ugly fingers. All the thoughts reigning in her genius mind disappeared completely, only the thought pounding in her head that she had to continue doing this.

Had to do more, had to dissolve in her sensations, had to suffocate, had to give the last seconds of her life to this cock. Had to squeeze, taste, please her Lord Momonga until the very last moment.

Of course, Albedo was protected from something as trivial as suffocation, but feeling Lord Momonga's dick taking her entire throat, it seemed to Albedo that her eyes were gradually beginning to darken. Or was this the result of her arousal, breaking her psyche with the inevitable movement of a saw, opening her mind in order to directly drive into it the directives of her new life?

To please Lord Momonga's dick, and therefore Lord Momonga. Until the end of time.

And at that moment, when Albedo's mind began to finally get entangled in impenetrable desire, getting stuck halfway along her neurons, Albedo felt the touch of a hand on her hair. The movement of these fingers, making their way through her skin, caressing her entire body at the same time, as if someone simultaneously decided to run through all her nerve endings. No, not ‘someone’, of course she would rip out the hands of any stranger who would try to touch her body.

It was Lord Momonga, her beautiful Lord, her magnificent Master, only his touch could cause such a storm of emotions in Albedo.

"Good…" Lord Momonga's voice seemed to Albedo the most beautiful music in the world, "Good girl."

Albedo's mind, confused before by the overwhelming sensations, cleared for a moment, before exploding with a firework of sensations, making her moan. But instead of a moan, Albedo's shuddering throat only tightened around Lord Momonga's member more, as if in an attempt to forever imprint every contour of it inside Albedo herself, to make her remember from this moment until the very end of her existence how it feels to be in her true place in this world.

On her knees before Lord Momonga.

Albedo felt her Lord’s dick shudder from this tightening, and Albedo's mind exploded again, this time with the feeling of how her own body was shuddering. A sharp tremor made Albedo realize that her swimsuit had just become even wetter than it was before, literally melting from Albedo's juices.

‘I came,’ Albedo realized what had just happened instantly, feeling her face, which had become a grimace of servile adoration, trying to stretch into a smile, ‘I've already come… And we haven't even started anything… Oh, what a pity, what shamelessness… Lord Momonga will have to punish me…’

The thought that Lord Momonga would ‘punish’ her soon turned into thoughts of what exactly this ‘punishment’ might entail, and Albedo shuddered again, as her bikini panties began melting from the heat. The mundane material, unable to stand her heated core.

"Speaking during sex is too difficult for me…" Albedo's brain could no longer process the words of Lord Momonga that she heard, but Albedo still made a mental note of them for the future. If only to inform Lord Momonga that she had missed his words… Then he would punish her again. Or maybe reward her for her diligence…

However, in Albedo's mind, both punishment and reward were the same thing.

"Although, I seem to have a lot of time for practice ahead of me," Lord Momonga's voice was completely lost on the edge of Albedo's consciousness, as was his sigh at the end,

"But after that… Perhaps it's still worth at least trying to talk to them…"

Albedo’s mind was lost in her devotion to pleasuring her Lord.