Overlord of biblical proportions: Return of the Biblical God (20) (18+)

Finding himself inside Nazarick, Momonga didn't even know how he should react to yet another incredible coincidence that seems to be very common in his life.

First, he had been walking through Nazarick, head almost quite literally in the clouds, before he accidentally wandered into Shalltear's quarters. Then, escaping from the clutches of the Vampire Brides that are more like Succubuses than the Vampires they actually were, he had fled to Kuoh — only to accidentally encounter an Angel there. 

Then, in his attempt to resolve the sudden meeting with Gabriel, he had ‘confirmed’ to her, and Shalltear, that he was indeed the Biblical God, nearly provoking a civil war among the Angels. And then, fleeing from a situation that arose for no reason other than ‘I don't want to stay in Shalltear's quarters’... 

Momonga had eventually returned to Shalltear's quarters.

His mind desperately clawed at every corner of his brain, as if trying to ask him the question, ‘should you have even fled from Nazarick in the first place if you’re only going to end up in the same place anyway?’. But Momonga, having already determined that without his Undead’s [Emotion Suppression] he was forced to keep them under control himself, or he would collapse into an endless self-expanding vortex of doubt and panic, strangled the panic in its infancy with an iron mental grip, before exhaling forcefully. As if he was trying to squeeze all the doubts out of himself with that action.

Shalltear appeared behind him a second later, the light clicking of her heels announcing to the world that she too had passed through the [Gate], which collapsed closed a moment after she had passed through. 

She stood silently behind Momonga, who only now realized he had returned to Nazarick. Looking at his surroundings as if he had just seen them for the first time, another forceful exhale allowed Momonga to find some semblance of an equilibrium. Really, you only truly know the value of something when you lose it, thankfully, [Emotion Suppression] would return once the countdown for his current form ends. 

Momonga wanted to pinch himself, but strangely, he didn't want to find out whether he was currently sleeping or not, as both options displeased him. If he discovered that he was indeed sleeping, and he had just dreamt the last past hour or so, then he would be spending what ostensibly should be a good sleep, complete with a lucid dream, caught in a trap of doubts about what exactly around him was real or just what kind of trap he had fallen into. After all, his Undead nature didn't allow him to sleep under normal conditions. 

Meaning, either he had fallen under the influence of an unknown paranormal ability. Or even worse, had actually gone completely insane and had simply imagined everything past the shutdown of Yggdrasil, including being transported to another world along with Nazarick. It would be one heck of a mental breakdown, a complete departure from the real world, but he knows that such a thing was not an impossibility for him.

He does love Yggdrasil, perhaps to an extent that is unhealthy.

If he wasn't sleeping, then this in turn meant that his act of playing the Biblical God had gone too far, and now he couldn't extricate himself from it no matter what he did next. He couldn’t make time pass faster after all.

Therefore, Momonga chose not to think about it, instead preferring to turn his gaze to the scene before him, the familiar architecture of Shalltear's quarters seemed like practically a welcomed sight to Momonga, especially after his disastrous excursion to Kuoh. At least, here, he already knew that all the inhabitants of Nazarick perceived him as a living deity, unlike the outside world, where they were only beginning to lean toward this idea. Meaning, in this place, he knew exactly what he could expect from his surroundings.

Most of the time…

However, very quickly Momonga's mind latched onto the idea, about knowing exactly what he should expect from being here, the shock returning him to reality instantly. Shifting his gaze slightly away from the wall that he had unknowingly seemed to have been studying with all his focused attention, to the girls gathered around him.

The massive crowd of Vampire Brides hadn't completely disappeared when Momonga had departed for Kuoh, which was to be expected, considering that the Vampire Brides, strictly speaking, had nowhere else to go. Assigned as Shalltear's ‘harem’, the Vampire Brides simply resided in her quarters, Momonga could imagine, not doing anything particularly special, especially in Shalltear's absence. 

So Momonga's appearance in their dwelling was undoubtedly an incredible event for them, something they would discuss amongst themselves for hours over the following months. So it was quite obvious that when Momonga returned to Nazarick, he would encounter a scene as if he had never left at all.

The enormous crowd of girls was evenly spread throughout his surroundings, seemingly forming a protective cordon so dense that even a tank shell wouldn't penetrate it. Given their excited whispering amongst themselves and their half-dressed forms packed into the small rooms and the corridors, making their already outstanding numbers seem simply excessive, Momonga suddenly felt hot and stuffy.

A moment later, another fact about his current situation becomes apparent to Momonga, that there would still be half an hour till his [Wish Upon a Star]-induced race change to run out. Moreover, being alive again he possessed all the characteristics of a human organism, for example, certain physiological aspects of his body were very much active — and that he had no ability to suppress his emotions due to his nature.

The tunic draped over Momonga fluttered, trying its hardest to conceal all possible details of Momonga's physiology, more specifically to hide the bulge that was slowly growing under his pants. But, if even in his undead mind, usually capable of suppressing his emotions without any problems, often gave way under the pressure of physiological urges pressing upon him – then what chance did he have at this moment, when his libido wasn't subject to suppression?

Slowly, Momonga's mind began to be veiled by a pinkish haze, and he realized that in the next three minutes, he would most likely be testing how exactly sex might feel without the limitation of his undead nature if nothing changes. Meaning that he had only two possible courses of action.

First? Urgently invent a new reason why he shouldn't be here right now, among an entire harem of beautiful women ready to do anything for him.

However, perhaps due to the blood beginning to flow away from his brain, or perhaps for some other reason, no possible reason came to Momonga's mind. All the questions and problems that Momonga himself could conjure in his own mind to leave, before the heated glances of the many girls watching him, seemed so amazingly trivial that it was surprising he could even conjure them up in the first place.

The second option? Just give in and enjoy himself.

Momonga tried to flee from the second option with all possible strength, but the more he tried to flee from it in his mind, the more he began wondering why he was actually running from it in the first place.

Because the NPCs were ‘his friends' dear children’ in his perception? Well, after he had already ‘defiled’ a couple of them before, Albedo and Shalltear in this case, that would be like trying to return spilled milk into the bottle. An effort in futility; what would be his excuse? That he didn’t defile all of them?

Any number above zero is already a betrayal.

Because he h would feel like a terrible boss, one that is abusing his position? Even from this angle, Momonga found no reason within himself to stop himself. After all, not only was he not forcing anyone to engage in it, but he was even looking for reasons not to do it. 

Didn't this itself indicate what a good boss he actually was?

That they would possibly be unwilling to engage in such actions? Here, Momonga couldn't even lie to himself. They would be ready to pounce on him the moment he simply said he ‘thought about it’ or even just imply such a thing. 

They weren't already jumping his bone for only two reasons. First, they considered the act, even if he was to use them in the most degrading of ways, the highest degree of reward that they could possibly, and had to earn. It was quite literally a dream come true, this Momonga knew without a doubt. 

And second, because Momonga himself didn't want it; something that was slowly becoming more and more an outright lie even in Momonga's own mind.

Momonga's internal timer told him that there wasn’t any rush, there were still more than twenty minutes left until his form would revert to his lich form. And whether his restraint would be able to endure for so long… Momonga didn't even plan to answer this question, just like with the question about whether he was currently stuck in a dream or not, it was better to leave some things unanswered even within his own mind.

Of course, he could use another [Wish Upon a Star] to instantly dispel his transformation, but this was such a stupid and costly thought that even Momonga's most rational part, not his libido-inflamed brain, was outraged by the idea.

And so, after forcibly taking deep breaths several times, a double-edged sword, as even as it helped him calm his mind, it also made him inhale the sweet aroma of desire of the surrounding girls. Momonga realized that all his combat experience and intellect couldn't help him win this battle, and so turned to the surrounding girls, surveying the horny women before him. 

"Shalltear… So what were you saying about your harem?"

Shrugging off his clothes, and then depositing them into his Inventory, almost immediately, Momonga felt like a Prime Grade A Steak being tossed into a lion enclosure.

‘Whelp, in for a penny, in for a pound.’

***

The Vampire Bride didn't even have a name, just as the others. She wasn't lucky enough to be granted the greatest honor of being created personally by the Supreme Beings and receiving a name upon her creation. Instead, she was a regular mob, a pop-monster that appeared in the Great Tomb of Nazarick at the will of the Tomb itself and the Supreme Beings.

Her singular role was to serve Lady Shalltear as her concubine, and in case of an invasion by the filthy inhabitants of the outside world, to sacrifice herself in battle for the defense of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. 

The Vampire Bride was inordinately pleased with the lot in her life with this; happy to give her life when needed, and didn't dare dream of anything greater than her blessed mission. Her greatest reward was knowing that she could give her life when needed for Lord Momonga and that someone from her superior blessed Lords might one day give her an assignment.

She didn't dare think that a Supreme Being would one day even lay his gaze upon her, let alone dream of something greater.

Therefore, when she found herself being before the figure of a naked Lord Momonga, the Vampire Bride couldn't withstand it and collapsed to the floor, convulsing in orgasm. She needed neither stimulation nor even words to reach the heights of pleasure, simply being in the same room as the touch of air that had caressed her Lord's naked figure and the sight before her eyes was enough for her drenched flower to release its nectar, and for her to lose consciousness. And, even in the grip of consciousness, her body continued to tremble as it was assaulted by constant climaxes.

It would continue until she could no longer feel the presence of her Lord. This Vampire Bride's reaction was extreme, but not unique among all her sisters, many of whom followed her lead.

The viscous, cloudy fluid from a dozen climaxing girls spread across the floor in a puddle, but this wouldn’t become an obstacle for all the other Vampire Brides.

The crowd of Vampire Brides swarming towards him looked threatening, especially for Momonga himself, who’s standing in the center like the eye of a hurricane. And it is indeed like a hurricane, as the clothing on the Vampire Brides began tearing before any of them managed to take even a step forward.

Thankfully, Shalltear was there, coming from behind the throngs of Vampire Brides… Even if her motivation, to ‘rescue’ her Lord, was perhaps not so pure. She was just as much in an ‘excited’ state as the Vampire Brides.

"My Lord’s cock goes into me first! You can service him while I'm at it!" 

Shalltear instantly threw a victorious smirk at the Vampire Brides who immediately nodded their assent around her, before turning her gaze to Momonga, instantly changing her expression from that of a brazen dominatrix to a timid, ecstatic puppy. 

"If Lord Momonga doesn't wish otherwise, of course!"

And of course, having already surrendered against the fight regarding his desire, Momonga could only nod to such a suggestion.

Instantly, Shalltear darted forward, not caring about how many Vampire Brides she bowled over, then jumped onto Momonga with completely inappropriate agility, forgetting all dignity. After which, she impaled herself downward onto Momonga's cock without pause, uncaring that Momonga himself hadn't even managed to recover from the sudden changes in his surroundings.

It seems that it was not only Momonga that was at the end of their thread of restraint. Shalltear was like a woman dying of thirst suddenly finding an oasis.

In this form, Momonga's cock was smaller, or at least, it felt and looked smaller in Momonga's own perception, but Shalltear seemed not to notice nor mind this fact. 

She was literally purring the moment Momonga's cock hit her cervix. Involuntarily, as he could feel the bliss literally radiating out of Shalltear, Momonga started moving himself. The thrust inside Shalltear, knocking a sigh of bliss out of her.

A moment later, Momonga felt someone press against his back, something that Albedo had performed not long ago, only this time with a Vampire Bride who was pressing her lips to his shoulder. And if he felt like the meat in a sandwich, the feeling only exacerbated as his hand suddenly found itself buried in softness. 

Experimentally squeezing his hand, Momonga felt himself squeezing a small hard nipple on a large soft breast, it made the Vampire Bride who had approached him cry out softly and collapse downward, convulsing in another bout of orgasm. However, she was immediately replaced, another Vampire Bride wrapped herself around his arm, directing it to her breast, while Momonga, who was beginning to move slowly inside Shalltear, suddenly felt a new sensation joining his movements.

A wet and warm appendage, moving along his cock in concert as it thrusts into Shalltear.

Momonga didn't even need to look down to identify what was happening. Though he had only received oral sex once in his life, and that was from Albedo, he was unlikely to ever forget the sensations.

Gradually, more and more joined the Vampire Brides, and Shalltear herself stopped relying on Momonga’s own movement to move. Using her inhuman strength, she began lifting herself up and down on his cock, each time making the head of his cock slam into her cervix, as if trying with all her might to violate all laws of biology and get pregnant while being a vampire.

"More! More!" Forgetting about everything except the sensations, Shalltear bounced on Momonga's cock immersed in a trance, in which she could only continue slamming her cervix against Momonga's cock, while one of the Vampire Brides approached her small ass and ran a long wet trail inside her with her tongue. "MORE!"

The Vampire Brides around Momonga swarmed him, each striving to claim some part of Momonga's body for themselves, to slide their tongue, kiss, or at least touch Momonga. His chest, stomach, thighs, at some point some even rapturously started sucking and swallowing Momonga's fingers, trying to lick them like a faithful dog, while another enterprising Vampire Bride greedily managed to grab Momonga's hand and guide it to her vagina. Of course, Momonga’s heated brain immediately started playing with his new toy, moving his fingers to plunge into the paradoxically cold and yet hot hole.

The feminine shriek was painful, not from the loudness, but by the fact that Momonga's fingers were squeezed tight by flesh that shuddered and immediately covered half his hand with juices. And a second later, immediately, five different tongues began diligently licking them off of Momonga's hands.

It took embarrassingly long, but Momonga finally realized that he was participating in an orgy; moreover, not just any orgy, but an orgy completely focused around him. Some of the Vampire Brides were licking his legs, while some were laying kisses on his bare chest. Shalltear was bouncing on his cock, while a dozen different breasts pressed against his body from all sides. 

In fact, right now Momonga wasn't just having sex, he was being pleasured by a huge harem of dozens of girls at once, and each of these girls wasn't just happy – they were ecstatic, rapturous in fact. All of them considered it an honor. All of them considered it the greatest of rewards. And each and single one of them was ready to give their lives just for the chance to be in this same position in the future.

Each of them would remember and treasure the memories as the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to them in this life.

And this realization seemed to break the last remaining restraint inside Momonga. All the ‘reasons’ he had given himself not to ‘defile’ his friends’ children, not to continue his relationships with Albedo and Shalltear… Well, they are disappearing like dust in the wind, swept away. All his embarrassment, doubts, all of this went to the background and got lost in the subcortex of his mind, and for those remaining minutes that [Emotion Suppression] hadn't yet returned to him along with his true lich body – Momonga gave his buried desires free rein.

His hands broke free from the sweet, clenching honeypot, that spilled its nectar one more time as he extricated his digits. Using the freed hand, he grabbed Shalltear's small figure, squeezing her, eliciting a sweet moan as Shalltear enjoyed the pressure. After which, with a sharp jerk he lifted Shalltear, and impaled her back down on his dick with great force. 

Then again, and again, finally taking away from Shalltear even control over her own movements, each time accompanied by a cry of pleasure. It was as if Momonga had completely ceased to care about her, simply impaling her on his cock like an onahole, each time pounding inside the vampire as if trying to leave an imprint on her cervix that would forever make her understand that no one else would ever be able to even approach her without knowing who had fucked her before.

"I'm going to cum in you, and I'm going to make you carry my child. Then again. And again," Breaking all his internal filters, Momonga began to speak everything that appeared inside his pleasure-addled mind.  

"For the rest of your life, we'll fuck every time after you give birth!"

"YES MASTER! THIS BITCH WILL GIVE BIRTH OF YOUR CHILD WITH JOY! WOOF-WOOF!" Shalltear wasn't even surprised by such words, and certainly wasn't upset, on the contrary, joyfully thrusting her hips back each time Momonga thrusted into her deeper and deeper. It was as if she was trying to impale her entire body on his cock. She certainly would if she could. 

"I'M SO HAPPY! LONG LIVE LORD MOMONGA! HURRAY! HURRAY! HURRAY!"

Cries of ‘Hurray’ filled all the space around Momonga, and inside his own mind. Each Vampire Bride, and Shalltear loudest of all, screamed in adulation as if this were the most joyful news in their lives. As if they were happy to be present at the moment when Momonga announced that he simply wanted to continue cumming in Shalltear all his life and chain her somewhere in a basement for the convenience of his use. To make Shalltear akin to something like a breeding sow.

Unable to withstand the realization that whatever he said now, all the girls around him would support him, would not only be happy but accede to all his fetishes, Momonga grabbed Shalltear and impaled her as deep as he could, giving in to primal instinct, and came inside her.

The first true orgasm since he had found himself in this world. The first orgasm not restrained by his lich nature. The first orgasm he had with a girl.

Letting out a primal howl, Momonga came inside Shalltear, not truly understanding what his mouth was saying at the moment, whether it was "Get pregnant! Get pregnant!" or "I'll impale you on my cock so deep the head will be visible from your mouth!", for the first time free from his own doubts and the shackles of his body. 

No problems he needs to solve, no fear for the future, no plans that interest him at this moment. Even the fact that Shalltear technically couldn't get pregnant or the interesting thought about whether NPCs could get pregnant at all interested him, all of this was long-forgotten trivia. What Momonga didn't forget was his primal desire to impale Shalltear as deep as possible and cum in her as much as possible.

Shalltear herself felt her body seizing from the pleasure overwhelming her mind, bending her back from the sensation as if in painful convulsion, her whole body trembling. She had lost all control over her body, the sensation overwhelming her, her hands jittered, hitting a couple of Vampire Brides who had gotten too close to her in the face with her fist. 

However, despite it all, no jack could have unclenched her legs, which had bent around Momonga's waist. With all her strength, Shalltear tried to keep as much of Momonga's sperm inside herself as possible, trying to fulfill his instruction with all her might – to get pregnant right now, spitting on trifles like biology and the magical nature of her existence. 

What was the constraint of biology against her unwavering loyalty?

Momonga shuddered several more times, feeling how his eruption was gradually ending, before realizing that Shalltear clearly didn't plan to release him from her grip anytime soon, having latched onto his cock with all her strength. 

Looking over his sexual partner, Momonga finally realized that Shalltear seemed to have lost consciousness. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, dripping viscous saliva down, while her eyes were rolled back, while her mouth was stretched into a stupid, smile. She was either unconscious or perhaps she had accidentally burned all her intelligence in pursuit of unattainable heavenly pleasure, Shalltear looked so happy that even looking at her seemed vulgar. 

But no matter how unconscious she was, she still wasn't planning on releasing her leg lock on Momonga's waist, just as she wasn't planning to release his cock from her pussy. At least for the next couple of months, until she found out that she was definitely pregnant.

However, Momonga, having just experienced the first orgasm in his life, a real one, not suppressed by his lich nature, suddenly felt a surge of fatigue as the feeling of passion that had seized him began to die down, with his hardened cock beginning to slowly deflate.

Following this, a rush of memory assaulted him, all the stupid things he had screamed about as he rammed his dick into Shalltear, but he didn’t even have time to get embarrassed as the period of ‘sage time’ almost killed him from the cringe.

After Shalltear's grandiose finale, which completely soaked the entire lower half of his body with her release, Momonga finally realized that the Vampire Brides around him hadn't gone anywhere. They continued to lick him, right now diligently running their tongues over his stomach, licking the mixture of his sweat and Shalltear's juices off of him. One of them was dragging her breasts over his back, one was getting their buttocks played by one of his hands, while his other hand was plunging into another’s pussy. 

Everyone continued to moan, everyone was pressing their bodies on him…

Momonga felt that along with the departure of his libido, his understanding of how he ended up in the current situation also left, and then his desire to continue being in it.

Thankfully, a moment later, an internal timer finally ran down, and his transformation ended. 

Momonga's form changed back to that of a lich.

Shalltear, having suddenly lost support under her legs, immediately fell onto the heads of the Vampire Brides who had pressed against her and Momonga, and her sperm-filled pussy immediately began to flow. So the Vampire Brides immediately rushed to her, as if fighting with their tongues among themselves for the right to lick her clean and swallow Lord Momonga's seed. Three Vampire Brides simultaneously extended their tongues toward Shalltear.

Shalltear, having instantly lost Momonga's cock, let out an uncomprehending moan of confusion 

"Uh-ga?" Like a child who had lost a favorite toy, as she ceased to feel the warmth inside herself, she instantly melted back into a puddle of true happiness when three Vampire Brides rushed to her at once, each striving to scoop up some seed from inside her, left by their beloved Lord Momonga himself.

And Momonga, as he returned to his true form, the most true form of his, bereft of the skill that he had gained from that Red Dragon. Pure white bones without a single scrap of muscle or skin, covered by his robe, with rings on his hands and the pulsing core at the bottom of his ribcage, his [World-Class Item].

"So, after the dispelling of my transformation, I returned not to the form imposed on me by the [Create Body] spell, but to my usual form. That is, status effects are dispelled after my transformation in this way… It would be a useful thing to note, if not for the fact that it uses such a limited and precious resource." Momonga noted this fact automatically in his head, before realizing that his mind had indeed returned back to its normal rationality. 

He was no longer consumed by his lust, nor bothered by the fatigue after sex. His feelings and emotions were once again separated from his thought processes and became separate factors that he could rationally perceive, track, and even ignore if necessary.

Instantly, his mind foamed with ideas and the realization about how he had really enjoyed his sensations in the new body. He was, of course, somewhat concerned by the fact that he had only enough stamina to ejaculate once with one girl, before immediately finding himself unprepared to continue. It seems that a flesh and blood body was immeasurably lacking in the endurance department, though he definitely liked the orgasm not bound by his lich nature.

However, no matter what, conducting comparative analysis could wait for the future, right now a real problem had arisen before him. Namely, the dozens of still aroused and unsatisfied Vampire Brides around him.

Of course, Momonga could simply say that the orgy was finished and all the girls would accept his words without any objections. They would still consider everything that had happened to them as the greatest reward and blessing, which they would remember until the end of their lives. Perhaps not even then.

Unbidden, memories of his unrestrained passion and of his decision to stop restraining himself and enjoy his current position in life returned to Momonga's head. And, even after coming into conflict with his realities as a lich, came to a compromise.

Maybe he shouldn't spend all his free time going around and simply seducing, if this word was even applicable to his situation, all the girls of Nazarick. But at the same time, he shouldn't run from such an opportunity. 

Especially now, when he had already seemingly involved Shalltear's entire harem in what was happening and could quite easily continue, considering his undead endurance. Particularly since he couldn't think of anything that needed his personal attention at the moment. 

And, speaking honestly, he deserved some rest and satisfaction after all the headaches he had experienced this day alone.

After coming to this conclusion, Momonga extended his hand forward. 

"[Create Body]."

A moment later, Momonga's body transformed again alongside his clothing into the form with which he had already managed to become familiar with, Satoru Suzuki. 

Momonga pulled off his clothes, causing admiring sighs from the Vampire Brides surrounding him.

Indeed, after transformation into this familiar form, he discovered that his cock, that is, his cock from his past, was indeed significantly larger. But having managed to become familiar with his old body, he hadn't even thought to change the size of his cock, so now he held in his hands a spear with which, with some desire, he could pierce someone through.

It might even be too big, causing discomfort to his lovers…

But the impulse of embarrassment was instantly crushed by his mind, Momonga's faithful friend, his [Emotion Suppression] activated with full force, cutting off all his excessive worries. He had used his cock before with Shalltear and Albedo—so everything couldn't be that bad…

"My Lord Momonga…" A Vampire Bride who had moved slightly closer looked up at Momonga from below with admiration, causing the shadow cast from his cock to hide half the girl's face. 

"Now will you punish us?! Tear us apart from the inside for daring to desire what Lady Shalltear had… Please, My Lord! Kill me! The sweetest agony of all will be my greatest reward!"

Hearing such an ‘impressive’ declaration, Momonga's emotions needed suppression almost immediately.

‘Relax Momonga, that's just how it always is. You convince yourself that everything is normal, but then they open their mouth, say something ‘incredible’, and suddenly everything is complicated again.’ Momonga sighed mentally as he surveyed the Vampire Brides surrounding him.

Considering that they were much less ‘durable’ than Shalltear, were more ‘appreciative’ of Momonga's attention, as in, would collapse from orgasming too much just by him staring at them, and now he could more perfectly control his movements at any moment…

Give or take five hours, that should be enough to handle them all; there were just that many Vampire Brides that needed his personal touch.