Narberal Gamma | Overlord

The opulent chambers of Nazarick always pulsed with an undercurrent of controlled power, but tonight, a different kind of energy simmered, one far more potent and intimate. Narberal Gamma, usually the picture of stoic efficiency as the combat maid, found herself adrift in a sea of novel sensations. The silken robes of her attendant uniform, typically a symbol of her dedication, now felt like a whisper against her skin, a prelude to something far more revealing. Her mistress, the Supreme Being Ainz Ooal Gown, had commanded her presence for a private audience, a rare occurrence that sent a flutter of anticipation through her usually impassive heart. But tonight, the air was thick with more than just the scent of ancient magic; it was perfumed with a palpable, growing desire.

Ainz, cloaked in his skeletal grandeur, sat upon his throne, yet tonight his gaze was not fixed on strategies or subjugations. It was directed at Narberal, lingering on the subtle flush that crept up her porcelain cheeks, the slight tremor in her usually steady hands. He had observed her, her unwavering loyalty, her formidable prowess, but he was beginning to see the woman beneath the warrior, a woman whose repressed passions were a dormant volcano, ready to erupt. Beside him, a new presence. Aura Bella Fiora, her elven ears twitching with a knowing amusement, had also been summoned. The younger of the twin sisters, Aura’s usual boisterous energy was subdued, replaced by a focused, almost predatory intensity. Her eyes, the color of emeralds, held a playful spark, a challenge that Narberal found herself both drawn to and unnerved by.

“Narberal,” Ainz’s voice, a deep resonance that usually commanded armies, was now laced with a softer, more suggestive tone. “You have served me with unwavering devotion. Tonight, I wish to offer you… a different kind of reward.” He gestured subtly towards Aura, who met Narberal’s gaze with a slow, languid smile. The implication hung heavy in the air, a decadent promise that sent a wave of heat coursing through Narberal’s veins. She was a combat maid, trained for battle, for obedience, for the harsh realities of war. Yet, the sight of Aura’s full, ripe lips, the way her gaze traced the curve of Narberal’s ample bosom beneath the thin fabric of her uniform, ignited a spark of curiosity, and something far more primal.

Aura rose from her seat, her movements fluid and graceful, like a panther stalking its prey. She approached Narberal, her eyes never leaving hers. The air crackled with unspoken desires. Aura reached out, her fingers, delicate yet firm, tracing the line of Narberal’s jaw. “You’re so serious all the time, Nabel,” she purred, the nickname a familiar intimacy that made Narberal’s breath hitch. “It’s time to let go. To feel.” Aura’s gaze then dropped, lingering with obvious admiration on Narberal’s impressive chest. Her fingers, still warm from Narberal’s skin, drifted lower, tracing the outline of Narberal’s generous curves, her large, firm breasts pushing against the silk. Narberal found herself unable to resist, her body yielding to Aura’s touch, a silent invitation that echoed the longing in her own heart.

Ainz watched, his skeletal face impassive, but his mind a tempest of anticipation. He had orchestrated this, but the raw, untamed passion unfolding before him was a spectacle that even he, a ruler of unimaginable power, found breathtaking. Aura’s touch became bolder, her fingers finding the edges of Narberal’s uniform, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks of her nipples through the fabric. A soft gasp escaped Narberal’s lips, a sound so unlike her usual composed demeanor. Aura’s smile widened, a victorious, sensual curve. “See? You want this, don’t you, Nabel?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

With a gentle tug, Aura began to unfasten Narberal’s uniform. The silk parted, revealing the opulent beauty of Narberal’s ample breasts, their size and fullness a testament to her powerful physique, their tips hardening under Aura’s lingering gaze. The opulent chambers seemed to dim as Narberal’s own inner light began to shine, her inhibitions melting away under Aura’s intoxicating attention. Aura leaned in, her lips pressing softly against Narberal’s skin, right above the swell of her breast. Narberal shivered, a delicious tremor that ran from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

Ainz finally rose, his presence a palpable force that drew Narberal’s attention. He walked towards them, his skeletal frame exuding an aura of pure power and desire. He reached out, his bony fingers tracing the curve of Narberal’s exposed shoulder, then slowly descending to cup one of her magnificent breasts. Narberal arched her back, a soft moan escaping her. To feel the immense power of Ainz combined with the playful intimacy of Aura was… overwhelming, in the most exquisite way. It was a symphony of sensations, a chaotic yet perfect dance of dominance and submission, exploration and surrender.

Aura, sensing the shift in dynamics, moved with a renewed urgency. She unbuttoned the rest of Narberal’s uniform, allowing it to fall away, revealing Narberal in all her voluptuous glory. Her large breasts, heavy and ripe, seemed to beckon to both Aura and Ainz. Aura’s lips immediately sought out the tantalizing peaks, her tongue teasing and swirling around them, eliciting gasps and whimpers from Narberal. Narberal’s hands, no longer hesitant, reached out, her fingers tangling in Aura’s soft hair as she guided her lips to where she craved them most.

Ainz, his skeletal jaw set with a mixture of lust and possessiveness, gently pushed Aura aside. He knelt before Narberal, his gaze fixed on her heaving chest. He brought one of his hands, surprisingly gentle, to cup her other breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Narberal tilted her head back, exposing her throat to the air, her entire body vibrating with anticipation. She had always been a warrior, a loyal soldier, but in this moment, she was a woman, consumed by the carnal desires that had been awakened within her. Her large ass, usually held with a military posture, now unconsciously pressed against the plush cushions of the throne as she sought to deepen the sensation.

Aura, not to be outdone, rejoined the fray, her nimble fingers already working at the fastenings of Narberal’s undergarments. The silk, thin and revealing, was no match for Aura’s practiced hands. Soon, Narberal’s entire body was exposed, a testament to her stunning form. Her ample breasts, further accentuated by her large breasts, were a sight to behold, their sheer volume and perfect shape a cause for awe. Aura, her eyes alight with desire, pressed her face between Narberal’s mounds, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Narberal moaned, her fingers clenching the fabric of Ainz’s robes as Aura’s tongue began its decadent exploration.

The sound of Aura’s delighted slurps echoed in the chambers, fueling Narberal’s already surging arousal. She felt her entire being dissolving into pure sensation, her mind unable to form coherent thoughts, only raw, guttural responses. Ainz, meanwhile, was not idle. His hands, now freed from Narberal’s breasts, began to explore the exquisite landscape of her body. He traced the graceful curve of her waist, then moved lower, his fingers brushing against the swell of her hips, before finding the tempting expanse of her ample backside. Narberal’s large ass responded to his touch, her muscles clenching in response to his ministrations.

Aura’s mouth worked wonders, her tongue expertly coaxing Narberal towards the precipice. Narberal’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching violently as the first waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out Ainz’s name, then Aura’s, her voice a raw, primal sound that filled the opulent chamber. Ainz, his own desire reaching a fever pitch, gently guided Aura away. His skeletal frame, devoid of flesh but not of passion, moved with a deliberate, almost reverent slowness. He parted Narberal’s legs, his gaze lingering on the enticing pinkness between them. Narberal’s body, already slick with arousal, was an irresistible invitation. She spread her legs wider, her large ass lifting slightly from the throne, a silent plea for his touch.

Ainz’s finger, cold and yet strangely thrilling, slid into Narberal’s wetness. She gasped, her back arching further, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. Aura, ever the playful participant, knelt behind Narberal, her own tongue now beginning to explore Narberal’s eager backdoor, her skilled fingers preparing her for a deeper penetration. Narberal’s mind reeled with the dual stimulation. She was being worshipped, devoured, and pleasured from all sides. The sheer intensity of the experience was almost too much to bear, but she craved more. She urged Ainz on, her voice a breathless whisper, her large breasts heaving with exertion. The sheer magnitude of her large ass seemed to vibrate with her pleasure.

Ainz, his patience wearing thin, gently pushed Narberal onto her back, her legs splaying open invitingly. He then positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze locking with hers. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Aura, with a knowing smirk, moved to Narberal’s side, her lips brushing against Narberal’s ear. “We’re just getting started, Nabel,” she whispered, her breath sending shivers down Narberal’s spine. Narberal’s large breasts strained against her chest, her nipples hardening under the playful gaze of both her master and her lover. The sheer size of her ass seemed to demand attention.

Ainz slowly began to enter Narberal. The initial sensation was one of overwhelming fullness, but it was quickly followed by an exquisite pleasure that coursed through her entire body. He moved with a deliberate, powerful rhythm, his skeletal form a stark contrast to the soft, yielding flesh he was claiming. Narberal moaned, her hands clenching and unclenching on the throne, her large breasts shaking with each thrust. Her large ass bounced against the opulent cushions, a rhythmic display of her pleasure.

Aura, sensing Narberal’s mounting excitement, joined in from the side. She began to kiss and caress Narberal’s breasts, her mouth working them with an expert touch, her tongue teasing the already sensitive nipples. The combination of Ainz’s deep, powerful penetration and Aura’s skilled oral ministrations was almost too much for Narberal to bear. She cried out, her voice choked with pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her large breasts seemed to bounce with every agonizingly pleasurable thrust, and her large ass was a constant, rhythmic motion.

The climax approached, a tidal wave of pure sensation. Narberal’s cries grew louder, more desperate, as she felt herself on the brink. Ainz’s thrusts became more frantic, his pace quickening, his skeletal frame moving with an almost supernatural intensity. Aura’s tongue was a relentless fire, driving Narberal further and further towards the edge. Then, with a final, guttural cry, Narberal surrendered. She convulsed, her entire body writhing as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her. Her large breasts bounced wildly, her large ass pulsed with each climax. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the chambers, a testament to the raw, untamed passion she had finally unleashed.

Ainz, his own desire reaching its zenith, groaned as he surged deep within Narberal, his seed joining the torrent of her release. Aura, her face flushed with exertion and pleasure, continued her ministrations, her soft sighs mingling with Narberal’s lingering moans. The opulent chambers were filled with the sounds of their shared passion, a testament to the forbidden desires that had finally been indulged. Narberal lay spent, her body slick and trembling, her eyes half-closed, lost in the afterglow of an experience that had shattered her carefully constructed composure and awakened a fire within her soul. Her large breasts rose and fell in ragged breaths, and her large ass remained still, but the memory of its rhythmic movements was etched into her very being.

Slowly, the intensity subsided, replaced by a warm, languid satisfaction. Aura leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Narberal’s damp forehead. “You were magnificent, Nabel,” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. Ainz, his gaze soft with a newfound tenderness, gently stroked Narberal’s cheek. He saw not just a combat maid, but a woman capable of profound passion, a woman who had opened herself to him, to Aura, in a way he had never thought possible. Narberal, her heart still pounding, met their gazes, a shy, hesitant smile gracing her lips. She felt a bond forged in the fires of their shared intimacy, a connection deeper than any she had known. The night had been a revelation, a journey into the depths of her own desires, and the promise of many more nights to come. Her large breasts seemed to sag slightly with relief, and her large ass was still a testament to the pleasure she had experienced.