Prince of Nazarick

Just as Demiurge opened the door to go back into the hut again, he saw Albedo bow to Ainz-sama and the others before leaving through a portal. He was a bit puzzled as to the reason why she left since Cocytus' battle was about to start and the submission of the lizardmen would follow up. However, he didn't have the time to inquire about her sudden departure as the prince stood in front of the door, smiling and nodding at him, which caused Demiurge to tense a bit.

His back was even straighter than usual and his breathing stopped momentarily. He stepped to the side, allowing the prince to walk through the door. Of course, with the smile and the small nod Demiurge instantly realized that the prince wanted to talk with him, so he decided to follow him as Azazel-sama walked a bit further away from the hut.

At one point, a few dozen meters away a bit in the woods, he glanced at him over his shoulders, raising an eyebrow as if he was confused as to why he was following him. He then leaned against the tree and observed him, which caused Demiurge to bow humbly. "You good? Why are you following me?" He asked, leaving Demiurge confused.

Was this a test? Demiurge's mind surged with possibilities, but he couldn't come up with an answer at a short moment's notice. "I apologize. I thought you were trying to convey that you wanted to talk to me." He admitted. "If my presence is bothering you, I will take my leave." At that, the prince just waved at him with a chuckle.

"Naw, it's fine. I like your presence. It's easy to talk to you, especially since you pick up things fast. A competent strategist, a bit inexperienced and biased, but nothing that can't be worked on." He said with a smile and Demiurge took it as the compliment it was. It was once again affirmed how high the prince's expectations were for him and that he was willing to give him another chance. He was about to bow again when the prince stopped it with a raise of his hand.

"Relax. We are just two guys hanging out now. Let's keep it less formal. I just want to relax for a moment. I just couldn't stand that Tatsumaki and Shalltear were staring this intensely at me. It almost felt like they were about to pounce me." Demiurge almost gasped at the thought that these two would disrespect the prince like that, though weren't the two's gazes similar to the other females' gazes?

"No- well Shalltear seems to be the same, but Tatsumaki's gaze is a bit different. I am wondering if it was connected to her time inside the prison." The prince mused nonchalantly and once again left Demiurge speechless as to how easy his thoughts were being read. It almost felt like he was an open book for Azazel-sama.

The prince rolled his eyes. "I can't read your thoughts. You are just wearing your heart on your sleeve, which is ironic since as an Arch-Devil, you should be the pinnacle of manipulation, but oh well." The prince rubbed his chin before looking at him again, thinking about something for a moment. "What do you think of Tatsumaki? I mean from before her prison sentence until now."

Demiurge couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. To be asked about his opinion meant that the prince valued it... or was this another test? Demiurge calmed his heart as he formulated a response. "There isn't much known about her. After all, she was Your Highness' secret weapon. Not many are pleased about her return since many, me included, think that there had to be a good reason for you sentencing her to be locked away. From the short interaction we had, she seems to try her best to remain inconspicuous, but there certainly is an underlying inflated sense of importance given her former position. I'm sure she is trying to win back your favor."

The prince hummed at that, not commenting about his opinion, though it did make Demiurge a bit more nervous, wondering if his opinion was adequate. He cursed himself for not having investigated Tastumaki prior and formed a more well-rounded perception of the circumstances. "I see. Thanks for telling me this. It helped a lot." Demiurge bowed deeply at that, feeling valued and seen, though there was a lingering suspicion that Azazel-sama just wanted to comfort him.

"Thank you, your highness. If you want I can observe her in the future-" The prince waved his hand to interrupt him.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm sure Albedo is probably watching her carefully already." He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, groaning for a moment. "Albedo will come soon... She is currently riding her new toy that I gifted her. She is truly insatiable. She is lucky that she can set the pace..."

"No wonder, she couldn't wait until the battle to end. A gift from Your Highness probably filled her with satisfaction." 

The prince laughed at his comment. "It sure does."

"Can I ask what kind of mount you gifted Albedo?" Demiurge was quite interested in what kind of creature the prince would gift Albedo. Azazel-sama continued to laugh for a moment.

"Oh, my sweet summer child." His response left Demiurge puzzled. Was summer child a term for the spawns of Muspelheim, but why was he sweet? "Don't worry about it. Oh, by the way, did you find anyone interesting in the capital?"

Demiurge pushed up his glasses as his confidence surged in this topic as he knew almost everything about it by now. "I have found multiple women that you can turn into your sex slaves. There is Princess Renner, most of the members of the adventurer's group Blue Rose, Scama Elbero from the Four Armaments, and a few more. I will send you a list with all of their characteristics. Just tell me which one you want and I can break them for you." Azazel-sama gave him a weird look before he shook his head.

"Right, sex slaves... Talking casually about this but can't get the double entendres..." Demiurge couldn't quite hear him as the prince muttered under his breath. "No, it's fine. I can handle them myself. No need to do anything to them. In fact, don't touch them. By the way, when you start Operation Gehenna and you happen to come across them, subtly reveal to these individuals that you are glad I'm not there to stop you."

"Of course, your highness. I'll make sure to reveal a little of our backstory." Demiurge smiled, content that he was finally on the same page with the prince. It made him feel more reassured about his actions.

"Alright, tell them, I'm coming soon." Azazel-sama looked at him as if he was waiting for him to understand and of course, Demiurge took the dismissal as it was meant. He bowed and left for the hut, leaving the prince who was chuckling. Fortunately, the surroundings had already been cleared and were guarded extensively by multiple rings of protection, otherwise leaving the prince out there alone could be considered a sin.

He entered the hut, attracting the attention of the ones inside, though he was sure they were just waiting for him to tell them where the prince was. "The prince will be coming soon." He announced, which left Tatsumaki to open her mouth before closing it again, while Shalltear turned red. Probably because she was imagining the prince at this moment.

"I-I should check-" Shalltear started as she stood up, but was quickly pulled down to sit again by Tatsumaki. Shalltear turned to her in frustration, though the esper just rolled her eyes and sighed, making Shalltear hesitant to throw a tantrum.

"Ahem." Ainz-sama coughed, gaining the attention of the guardians. "Let's focus on Cocytus' battle." With that, the energy inside the hut was calmed and they accepted the command.

...

After the entire ordeal with the Lizardmen, I couldn't help but sigh as soon as I stepped out of the [Gate]. It was always a lot more 'interesting' when interacting with the floor guardians, though fortunately, the stress was a lot less than it had been in the beginning. With power came reassurance, after all.

As soon as I entered my mansion in Kalinsha, I was greeted by Fubuki and Yuri. She directly hugged me, acting kind of needy. It had been like this for the past few days and now I finally figured out the reason. Her 'big' sister was probably the reason for her neediness and reluctance to let me return to Nazarick.

"I have met your sister today," I said right out of the gate, ripping off the band-aid. She stiffened in my arms as she heard that and I could tell she was getting nervous and unsure. "You know you don't have to worry or fight for my affection, right?"

She buried her face in my chest. "I-I know." My hands went down to her hips before grabbing her fat ass, squeezing them to emphasize my words. "Her hips are almost as wide as mine." She suddenly started. "With her small stature, it looks a lot more impressive." My mind wandered to Tastumaki, sitting with her dress parting to reveal her legs.

I had to give it to her, her hips certainly suited her, and those thighs on that body were crazy. "So? Would her presence change anything? Would it change anything even if I fucked her silly? I would still come back to bury my head in your bosom." I reasoned, not letting it show that I was appreciatively thinking about her sister at that moment. She didn't say anything, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get through her with logical explanations. 

Tatsumaki would just be another girl I fucked. In my eyes, it wouldn't be a big deal, but for Fubuki, it obviously wasn't something she could just brush off. "She always looked down on me." She confessed.

"You think she would look down on you now? You are with me, my personal assistant and wife, following me on my missions and even satisfying me. Is that something she can look down on?" I asked knowing full well what kind of status I held for most citizens of Nazarick. Although I wouldn't be able to make them rise against the Supreme Beings, they certainly wouldn't look down on anyone who was tasked with one of my personal requests. 

"No..., but she is a lot stronger and I'm sure she will tell you that she is more suitable to be at your side. If she becomes your assistant as well then-"

"And? There are Floor Guardians that are stronger than you are, right? Shalltear for example or even Aura wouldn't deny me if I asked them to assist me, would they? Yet you were the one by my side and it has nothing to do with the Supreme Beings' decisions. Even if they didn't want you by my side, I want you. Does that count for nothing?" Her body froze again and after a second she relaxed again before turning her head to gaze into my eyes. Her face was blushed red and I could almost see the heart shapes in her pupils.

"I love you." She confessed as her hand went to my crotch before her eyes widened in surprise, looking down at my pants. 

"One second." I pulled down my pants and pulled off the phone, revealing inch for inch my dick that was deeply penetrating into Albedo's pussy on the other side of the phone. I turned around the phone to let her see, revealing Albedo's gaping pussy with cum already gushing out.

I pushed the phone into her waiting hands and she directly stuck her tongue out while holding the phone above it to catch all of what was gushing out. I glanced at Yuri, who was staring at the phone with a frown before her hand went to her collar that was holding her head in place to her body.

"Let's go to my office," I called out as I swept Fubuki off her feet to carry her to the office. After settling down in my chair with Fubuki on my lap, Yuri stood next to the door, occasionally glancing at the phone, though now she had already suppressed the frown. 

After getting all of it out, Fubuki handed me my phone again. I said goodbye to my pouting wife on the other side of the line, while Fubuki wiped her mouth with a tissue as if she had just eaten at a fancy restaurant. Her hand was feeling my chest before rubbing my neck and shoulders like she was admiring a work of art. "Your Majesty. The queen of the Holy Kingdom had been visiting again and was rather dismayed to not meet up with you. The rebellion has picked up in pace, so she wanted to 'consult' you."

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her deliberate emphasis, though I didn't comment on it. "Alright, I will see her soon tonight." Besides the initial three or 4 meetings, I hadn't been able to meet up with her again, though I thought it was hardly necessary anymore. She seemed to be ready to hand over her entire country and the city was already on my side with Fubuki's careful preparation. There wasn't much convincing I had to do to make her spread my name and increase my authority across the country. I also had support from her busty best friend Kelart, so there wasn't anything that could stop me at this point.

Yuri suddenly called out as she knelt down. "If you allow me I will deliver your invitation to her." She seemed rather eager to do this task. Hopefully, she didn't think I would be replacing her head with the phone... That's exactly what she was thinking, wasn't it?

"Don't worry, I will visit her personally tonight. No need to invite her here."

"Your Majesty, is it okay for you to make such an effort for this woman? Even if she is the queen, she should come to you." My eyes widened at the way she addressed me. Usually, only Albedo, Fubuki, and the Royal Maids addressed me as 'Your Majesty' and only if we were alone with no other NPCs around, but for Yuri to address me as such...

Did that mean she also saw me as her one and only ruler? I knew I had her ensnared by fucking her brains out, but I didn't think she would become so loyal that my position in her heart had exceeded the Supreme Beings. I quickly schooled my expressions. "I have already claimed her with my collars, didn't I? That means they are automatically important, more important than their little status inside their country. I don't go to her because she is the queen, but because she is mine."

I announced as regal as I could. "Besides, I want to hug your waist a bit more and I can't do that if you are out to deliver a message, can I?" She looked at me in surprise before her face blushed and she coughed to relieve some of her shyness.

"I guess, it's fine then." She relented before shyly stepping closer, so I could rub her butt and pull her closer.

"Can I?" Seeing that I finished my conversation with Yuri, Fubuki finally requested as she pointed at my dick which was still at full mast.

"Of course, my dear." Without hesitation, she tried to push it down her throat with vigor, struggling with the size but her creator raised no quitter. "Kiss me, Yuri," I said as I leaned my head toward her, letting the dullahan get to work.

A few hours later, I left their soaked bodies to rest on the bed, while I went out to meet the queen.

...

Sigh.

"You think he will visit us before the battle?" Kelart heard Calca ask for the third time today. The queen of the Holy Kingdom who was facing a rebellion led by a demonic entity at this very moment, was sighing in boredom because she was missing the angel that captivated her. Kelart suppressed the helpless sigh. 

"I'm sure he will come if something important comes up, but I wouldn't place my hopes in it. It is more likely that we will only meet him after the battle." Kelart had already made peace with this realization, which made enduring not seeing their wonderful angel a lot easier.

"Yeah, I get that, but maybe he can come without anything related to the battle, right? Maybe he wants to check in on us, he was rather concerned about us the last time, wasn't he?" Kelart rolled her eyes though inside she also hoped that the desire to see the other wasn't onesided.

"He is an angel of lust. All of his maids are beautiful beyond belief as if they were handcrafted pieces of art. His wife has a lustful body that even I would droll over it and with a beautiful face to match it. Do you think-"

"It's not all about looks! Besides we don't lose out at all!" Calca answered firmly, glaring at her as if to dare her to deny her. Kelart was also confident in her looks, but she knew she didn't have them beat, so it wasn't something they could rely on. Besides...

"He, an angel, is married. He obviously wasn't just after her looks. Even if she didn't have the looks to be worthy to stand beside him, she is also powerful and plenty resourceful." They both had heard how the woman had created what was akin to a religion right in the midst of the Holy Kingdom, in Kalinsha no less. 

Because of its proximity, Kalinsha had always been depending on the crown to support them in case the wall was broken through. Coupled with the fact, that a lot of their people spent some time protecting the wall or becoming adventurers, they had some deep-seated reliance and belief in their gods. Despite this, Lady Fubuki had been able to convert a lot or even most of the citizens to followers of their faith in Azazel.

This wouldn't have been that impressive if they knew he was an angel, but to them, he was just a very powerful adamantite adventurer, a hero perhaps, but still a mortal. To make them worship him like a god wasn't something just anyone could do, especially since their practice seemed to be... rather strange, understandable, but still strange.

Kelart had long realized what they were doing and she just let it happen. They were pulling in more volunteers to join their cause and Kelart and Calca were actively helping them. Despite being normal peasants and regardless of their strength one couldn't disregard a motivated nation. Although the banner that would rise would be Lord Azazel's, they couldn't be against it. Their cause was much grander than the fate of a single nation, she had full confidence that they were doing the right thing.

Besides, even if she tried to resist and sabotage their recruitment attempts, their influence had already spread to other cities and by the end of the final battle, it would have reached most citizens of the Holy Kingdom. Even if not all of them started worshipping him, they would at least respect or fear him.

When Lord Azazel finally slayed the demon, a new religion would be born that would stand the test of time. His name would be praised in songs and be the guiding light for the people.

"His wife is fine if I made a move," Calca said in a quiet tone, but to Kelart's ears, it was like an explosion spell had just gone off.

"W-what?!" She stared at her childhood friend, who used to make her believe she would rather remain with her for the rest of her life than give herself to any man. Calca had the decency to shrink in herself in guilt.

"Fubuki gave me tips to ingratiate myself with Lord Azazel." Kelart looked at Calca in disbelief and in shock. Her friend couldn't even look at her as she knew that she had messed up. At least, she came out with it before they met up with Lord Azazel again.

"Go on then, spill it! What is it, what does he like??" She asked hurriedly as her heartbeat accelerated in excitement.

"It's to dress modestly, to not reveal more than necessary. She said, dressing slutty would only attract normal men, not Lord Azazel."

"That- that's it?" She asked after waiting for a moment and seeing that Calca didn't continue.

"Yes, I guess she noticed my attempts." Calca's face reddened in embarrassment or guilt or shame, causing Kelart to breathe out heavily and deflate a bit. She had expected more, but the tips weren't that important. What was crucial was the fact that Lady Fubuki gave that tip in the first place. It showed that their marriage wasn't exclusive.

Perhaps her previous wishful thinking of marriages between angels and mortals being different was correct.

"Either way, that's really good news." She said as she leaned into her seat, glancing at her friend who had the same smile on her face.

"What's good news?" A baritone smooth voice sounded out from the side, making their hearts skip a beat. They turned to the voice and found the subject of almost all of their recent talks, standing next to the open balcony door, leaning against its frame. After seeing them unable to respond, he raised an eyebrow, which caused their hearts to beat again at heightened speed.

His sudden appearance caught them off guard and since they hadn't mentally prepared themselves, they were rather overwhelmed just looking at him. Fortunately, it sounded like he only heard the last part.

Much to Kelart's disappointment, he turned toward Calca. "I heard you wanted to meet?"

"I...I wanted to meet. Yes! I hoped, I mean the battle... It's um, well they are attacking soon and I was wondering if we uh continue? With our plan, I mean. Gather them there and have that big battle." Kelart was glad she wasn't the first to speak and truly pitied Calca for having to come up with an excuse as to why she wanted to see him. 

Kelart knew Calca had something written down, but with the sudden attack, she completely forgot what she prepared. Expectedly, after the bad excuse Lord Azazel looked at her with a confused look. "Yeah? Everything is still on track." He said before stepping inside and closing the balcony door.

He then grabbed himself a seat and sat at their table. "That's probably not all, right?" He asked as he conjured up a teacup and poured himself some of their tea. In the meantime, Calca looked at her for help like a nervous virgin, who had never been in love before.

"We also have some trouble with what you have warned us about." He raised an eyebrow as he drank a sip, frowning slightly before snapping his fingers. Their tea cups were replaced and a new teapot stood on the table. He then proceeded to pour them a cup.

"What exactly are you troubled with?" He asked for clarification and Calca took a deep breath before taking over again now that she had restored her wits.

"Every time we met up with you these feelings of lust have grown and it had grown uncontrollably. Even last night I- I mean, it's getting bad." Azazel looked at Calca with wide eyes as if he was surprised by that revelation. It seemed like he had expected more of them.

"We are just overwhelmed by your presence and with the stress of the war, the last few meetings had been a bit too much, leaving us a bit restless. We hoped that you had something to calm us down or something to resist your presence." Kelart added to explain themselves, though Azazel still looked at them confused.

At one point, realization washed over his face before he let out a chuckle. "You are referring to the fact that I said we should keep our contact limited, right?"

Why was he mentioning something that they were obviously talking about? Kelart was a bit confused, fortunately, he started to explain. "Just before meeting you two, I had figured out how to suppress the attraction I have to other people. However, since it was uncomfortable to suppress it to the point that even touching wasn't captivating, I figured just telling you to not come into contact with my body would be good enough." Lord Azazel started laughing heartily, while Kelart could feel her face heat up.

"You being restless and wanting to see me isn't because of me, but because you are horny and have a crush on me." Lord Azazel was thoroughly amused, while Kelart was just embarrassed to have blurted out all of that, though she couldn't deny that she was kind of happy to know these weren't some superficial emotions.

"S-s-so d-do you have something to help us!" Calca stood up and pointed her finger at her, making Kelart feel some secondhand embarrassment. Did she truly want to double down on it?

Lord Azazel stood up and pinched the queen's face to bring her closer to his face. He smirked. "Oh, yes. I would have told you, I could just fuck your brains out until your mind can only think about my cock inside you..." Kelart's heartbeat quickened as she heard that. Was this truly happening? He then looked at his watch with a sad expression. "... However, unfortunately for you, it just happened to be after midnight. It's the first of November, so you will have to wait for some relief."