The Grand Catastrophe

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One thing that made living worth it, in Momonga’s mind, was family. Family was one that was the thing that you could experience if you so chose. Sure, the family that you are born with might suck, kind of like her dad that she had never actually met. Yet her mother was the greatest woman that she had ever known.

Her new family, her guildmates, were a family that she had chosen herself. They were people that were like her. They were people that thought like her, at least to a certain extent. What she was getting at was this, her family annoyed her.

“Shalltear, you don’t need to kill the dwarve just because he ran off with the metal,” she told the vampire, and she pouted.

Momonga was sitting on the edge of her bed, with Shalltear in front of her. The little vampire was kneeling, as she was want to do. She was truly well designed, and even more well made when it came to the bedroom.

It was night, and she had teleported to her own room back in the Tomb. Shalltear herself was here because Momonga was in the mood, and Albedo was busy, again. She had been really busy as of late, no idea why.

“Of course My Goddess,” the short vampire said as her head popped off the rod in between Momonga’s legs.

Shalltear’s head then dived back down on the thing. The quiet sounds of her sucking could be heard all around the room, but didn’t escape. She sighed as her head rolled back and she let out a moan.

Pleasure, white hot, went up and down her body. Shivers wracked her as she held back a climax. They had only just started, yet Shalltear was just that good at this.

Shalltear closed her eyes as she started bobbing faster, and then even faster as her fingers dived in and out of her own second pair of lips. The room was dark save for the glow of the two undead’s eyes. Momonga liked it dark.

Sooner, rather than later, the goddess sighed and grabbed Shalltear’s head and popped her from her crotch. Shalltear pouted as her meal was denied in a cute way, and the Overlord, stood from her bed.

“Shalltear, stand up,” was all the undead ruler said as she grabbed the Vampire and forced her to stand.

Shalltear smiled as her lust peaked. Momonga picked her up, and planted her high up on the wall of the room. Then, after she got her cock in the entrance of her lover, she thrust in.

Shalltear was just about to scream when Momonga planted her lips onto her own. Shalltear felt herself reach her peak and come as Momonga began thrusting in earnest. Their tongues would have done battle had Shalltear not been completely submissive.

Her short legs wrapped around the Overlord’s waist. She could barely think as her mind was assaulted by the searing pleasure of her Goddess’s shaft. In and out she went. In and out her pleasure came.

Momonga, not needing to breath as she was undead, just dived deeper in her paramour. Her tongue went as deep as was felt good, and buried her mind into the pleasure. Each time her Emotional suppression went off, she went faster.

Yet, she held back on her climax. In fact, she was becoming rather annoyed. She was basically being edged. Her climax was well worth it. Yet each time her Emotional Suppression went off, the pleasure was pulled back just enough to not spill over.

She pulled out fully, and dropped Shalltear to the ground. Shalltear, near mind broken by this point, crawled over to her lover on all fours and began sucking her off again. She needed her climax.

“I need it. I need the smell, the taste. I need you,” was all that she was mumbling.

Momonga, after running her hand through the woman’s hair for a second or two, sighed as the pleasure neared where she needed it. Waves upon waves of euphoria crashed against her mind. Waves continued to crashed against her will to hold back, and against her emotional Suppression. Sure, she could turn it off, but where was the fun in that?

Momonga blinked as she felt the climax coming up, and yanked Shalltear off and up. She picked her up, and brought her over to the edge of the bed. Then, she turned off her Emotional Suppression.

A delirious smile plastered on the Vampires face as she was bent over the bed then. She came again and then again as Her Goddess inserted her cold meaty rod into her entrance for the first time again that night.

“My lady, fuck me…” was all she could get out as Momonga leaned over her lithe form, and planted a hand over her mouth.

Then, she stuck two fingers into the Vampire’s mouth, and her sexual needs kicked in. Shalltear’s tongue wrapped around the fingers, then the hand, and finally the whole arm below the elbow. It was bliss.

Momonga, this whole time, had been pumping in and out of the Floor guardian. In and out she went, in and out. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies resounding out in the room.

Momonga felt her body shift, and she felt the utter electricity of her climax coming. The only thing in her mind in that instant, and the rest of the night was this feeling. Her upper body lost all tension as her lower body began to quiver.

She kept pumping, slap and slap again. Her balls visually shrank as it came. The feeling was white hot, no it was hotter. It was liquid fire that flowed throughout the whole of her body. From her heart and shaft it started, then wove into her being like a tidal wave.

Out it spilled again and into the little Vampire. Overflowing was Momonga’s seed. It spilled from Shalltear’s entrance as the cock slammed home and stayed there. Momonga didn’t like screaming during sex, so she planted her mouth over the Shalltear’s neck, and bit down like a patient at a psyche ward. Shalltear's neck bled. The both of them let out shuddering breaths as they melted into nothing but meat, bone, and the smell of their sex.

They stayed like that for a minute, maybe even more. Then, the singular conscious thought entered the Leader of The Tomb’s head. Women can have multiple orgasms. She blinked she as she shakily stood up from the panting, wet, and utterly mind fucked Shalltear. She pulled her member from her vagina. She walked off a little, wiped down her dick and Shalltear’s lower lips with a towel from her inventory, and planted the tip against Shalltear’s cunt once more.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed in, her mind washing itself in pleasantness once more. Shalltear, all the while, simply moaned. It was a beautiful thing to hear, as her voice peaked once again.

“Yesh, fuck me again, I’m your sesht toy…” was all the came from her, other than the love juices.

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