Tina | Overlord

The air in Ainz Ooal Gown’s personal chambers hung thick with an unspoken anticipation, a palpable hum of desire that seemed to emanate from the very stone. Tina, her usually composed demeanor rippling with a newfound vulnerability, found herself standing before the skeletal sorcerer, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The soft glow of enchanted lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the opulent room, highlighting the polished obsidian of the floor and the intricate tapestries depicting ancient battles and mythical beasts. Tonight, however, the only battle on Tina’s mind was the one raging within her own soul, a sweet, intoxicating war between ingrained duty and an burgeoning, all-consuming longing.

She had served Ainz for months, a loyal warrior of Nazarick, her blade always at his service, her loyalty unquestionable. Yet, lately, her gaze lingered a moment too long when he spoke, her breath hitched when his unnerving voice, devoid of organic warmth yet brimming with an authority that thrilled her to the core, addressed her directly. The stoic façade she presented to the world was cracking, revealing the fervent devotion that burned beneath. She yearned for something more than mere servitude, a connection that transcended the battlefield and the confines of their structured world. She wanted to be seen, truly seen, not as a tool of power, but as Tina, a woman whose very being resonated with a deep-seated desire for him.

Ainz, observing her from his throne, the empty sockets of his skull fixed upon her, felt the subtle shift in the room’s atmosphere. He, a being of immense power and intricate intellect, was not immune to the subtle currents of emotion that swirled around him, especially those emanating from his loyal subordinates. Tina, with her unwavering strength and quiet grace, had always held a unique place in his heart, a sentiment he had long suppressed, deeming it an unnecessary complication in his grand schemes. But tonight, the silent plea in her eyes, the faint flush that colored her cheeks, spoke volumes that even his enhanced senses could not ignore. He saw not just a warrior, but a woman yearning, a sentiment he found… intriguing.

He rose from his throne, the skeletal joints clicking softly, and extended a hand, a gesture so unexpected that Tina’s breath hitched again. Hesitantly, she placed her own hand in his, her skin tingling at the unnaturally cold touch. It was a touch that promised power, but tonight, it also promised something far more intimate, far more dangerous. As he drew her closer, the scent of ancient dust and potent magic that clung to him filled her senses, a heady perfume that further inflamed her already aroused state. Her mind, usually sharp and analytical, was now a swirling tempest of longing, her thoughts coalescing around the exquisite agony of wanting him.

“Tina,” his voice, a low, resonant rumble, echoed in the quiet chamber, sending shivers down her spine. “You seem… troubled.”

She could only meet his gaze, her own eyes wide with a mixture of fear and an undeniable, exhilarating hope. “My Lord,” she managed, her voice a mere whisper, “I… I feel things I cannot explain.”

Ainz’s skeletal head tilted slightly, a gesture that somehow conveyed immense curiosity. “Elaborate.”

And so, with trembling lips and a heart laid bare, Tina confessed. She spoke of the growing admiration, the unspoken desires that had taken root within her, the overwhelming urge to bridge the chasm between master and servant. She spoke of the way his presence commanded her attention, the silent promises her body made to him in the quiet hours of the night. It was a confession born of desperation, of an overwhelming need to be honest, even if it meant risking everything.

When she finished, a heavy silence descended, broken only by the soft rustle of Ainz’s robes. Tina braced herself for rejection, for a stern reprimand for her audacity. Instead, he reached out, his boney fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. The touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the formidable power he wielded. “Such feelings,” he mused, his voice still a low, captivating murmur, “are not to be dismissed, Tina. Especially when they are… reciprocated.”

The words hung in the air, a sweet balm to her exposed soul. Reciprocated. The thought sent a wave of dizzying pleasure through her. He saw her. He felt… something. And in that moment, the last vestiges of her reservation dissolved, replaced by a fierce, primal yearning.

He leaned in, his skeletal face inches from hers. The darkness of his eye sockets seemed to draw her in, promising depths she had only dared to imagine. Her lips parted, a silent invitation. And then, he kissed her. It was not a kiss of polite affection, but a consuming, passionate exploration. His lips, dry and unyielding, were surprisingly adept at coaxing a response from her. Her own lips parted eagerly, and her tongue met his, a tentative dance that quickly escalated into a fervent embrace. The cold of his touch was forgotten, replaced by the searing heat that coursed through her veins. Her hands, seemingly of their own volition, rose to cradle his skull, her fingers tracing the smooth, ancient bone, a gesture of both reverence and desire.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer, the thin fabric of their attire doing little to dampen the sensation of skin against skin. Tina moaned softly into his mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. Ainz’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his unyielding form. She could feel the subtle vibrations of his body, the silent testament to his own arousal. This was more than just a physical act; it was a merging of souls, a desperate attempt to bridge the vast gulfs that separated them, to find solace and passion in each other’s embrace.

His kiss trailed down her neck, his dry lips leaving a trail of fire against her skin. She arched into him, her head thrown back, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The power he possessed was undeniable, but tonight, it was wielded with a tenderness that was more potent than any spell. He nibbled at the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, and Tina whimpered, her fingers tightening their grip on his skull. She wanted more, so much more. Her body ached with a need that had been building for far too long, a need that only he could satisfy.

With a low growl, Ainz broke away, his gaze fixed on her flushed face, his eye sockets seeming to burn with an internal fire. “You are exquisite, Tina,” he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. He then proceeded to unfasten the clasps of her armor, his movements deliberate and sensual. Each piece that was removed revealed more of her supple skin, a stark contrast to his own skeletal form. The moonlight, filtering through the grand windows, cast a pale glow upon her, turning her into a vision of ethereal beauty. He admired the curve of her breasts, the delicate slope of her shoulders, the graceful line of her hips. This was a sight that even the most ancient of beings would find captivating.

Tina stood before him, her armor discarded, clad only in her undergarments. She felt a profound sense of vulnerability, yet also an exhilarating sense of freedom. She wanted him to see her, to know her, to consume her. Her gaze met his, and she saw not just the vacant stare of a lich, but the intense focus of a being enthralled by her presence. He reached out again, his fingers, surprisingly warm now, tracing the swell of her breast. She shivered, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. Ainz’s lips curved into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.

He then guided her to the plush rug before the hearth, the embers casting a warm, inviting glow. As they settled, he began to unfasten his own skeletal frame, the robes parting to reveal the stark, bone-white entirety of his being. It was a sight that could have been terrifying, but in Tina’s eyes, it was a testament to his unique nature, a form that only amplified his allure. He was a being of bone and magic, and she was a creature of flesh and blood, and the juxtaposition only intensified the raw, undeniable attraction between them.

He began with a slow, deliberate caress of her body, his hands moving with an expert touch. He explored every curve, every dip, every inch of her skin. Tina moaned with pleasure, her body responding instinctively to his ministrations. He was a master of his craft, not just in magic and warfare, but in the art of pleasure. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, while his hands continued their tantalizing journey across her skin.

He then lowered his gaze to her breasts, his skeletal fingers gently teasing her nipples. Tina gasped, her body arching further. “Oh, Ainz,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She clutched at his skull, her nails digging into the bone, a desperate plea for more. He continued to tease and pleasure her, his every touch deliberate and exquisitely timed, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

He then moved lower, his lips trailing a path of fire down her stomach, until he reached the apex of her thighs. Tina’s breath hitched, her eyes flying open. She had never imagined… He parted her legs, his gaze lingering on her moist, expectant core. He lowered his head, and then, with a soft intake of breath, he began to lick her. Tina cried out, her hands going to his skull, her nails digging into the bone. The sensation was overwhelming, exquisite. She writhed beneath him, her body slick with arousal. Ainz, seemingly unfazed by the intensity of her reaction, continued his ministrations with unwavering focus, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every sensitive crevice.

Her pleasure built and built, a raging inferno consuming her senses. She cried out his name, her body trembling uncontrollably. Just as she felt she could bear it no longer, she felt a surge of heat spread through her, a climax so intense it left her breathless and weak. She collapsed onto the rug, panting, her mind a hazy, euphoric mess.

Ainz, his gaze still fixed on her, then shifted his attention. He turned her onto her stomach, his fingers gently parting her buttocks. Tina gasped again, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and anticipation. She had never… She felt his lips on her, a delicate kiss that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her. Then, she felt him enter her. It was a foreign, yet exhilarating sensation. He was entering her from behind, his bone-hard form pressing into her flesh. She moaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Ainz began to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically against her. Tina felt a new kind of pleasure building within her, a deep, primal satisfaction. She gripped the rug, her knuckles white, as she rode his movements. He whispered words of praise in her ear, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her very being. He was a master of this, his movements perfectly synchronized with her own. The intensity grew with each thrust, her body arching, her back bowing. She felt him deepen his penetration, pushing further, stretching her to her absolute limit. She gasped for air, her moans growing louder, more desperate. This was beyond anything she had ever imagined, a pure, unadulterated release of all her pent-up desire.

He continued to push, his rhythm relentless, driving her higher and higher. She felt a familiar sensation building, a pressure that was both agonizing and exquisite. And then, she climaxed again, her body convulsing as he pumped into her. She cried out his name, her voice raw with emotion. As her body settled, she felt him continue to thrust, his movements becoming even more powerful, more urgent. She knew what was coming, a sensation that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

And then, with a final, earth-shattering surge, Ainz withdrew, leaving Tina breathless and spent. He then gently turned her over, his eyes holding hers. He kissed her deeply, a kiss of shared passion and undeniable connection. He then moved to her front, his gaze intent. He began to caress her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. Tina moaned softly, her body still humming with pleasure. He then lowered his head, his lips brushing against her breasts. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. He then licked her nipples, his tongue swirling around them. Tina gasped, her body arching against him. He then took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling gently. She whimpered, her hands going to his skull, her nails digging into the bone. He continued to tease and pleasure her, his every touch deliberate and exquisitely timed, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

As she neared her peak again, Ainz shifted, his gaze fixed on her flushed face. He then lowered his head, his lips brushing against her core. Tina gasped, her eyes widening. She had never imagined… He parted her legs, his gaze lingering on her moist, expectant core. He lowered his head, and then, with a soft intake of breath, he began to lick her. Tina cried out, her hands going to his skull, her nails digging into the bone. The sensation was overwhelming, exquisite. She writhed beneath him, her body slick with arousal. Ainz, seemingly unfazed by the intensity of her reaction, continued his ministrations with unwavering focus, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every sensitive crevice.

Her pleasure built and built, a raging inferno consuming her senses. She cried out his name, her body trembling uncontrollably. Just as she felt she could bear it no longer, she felt a surge of heat spread through her, a climax so intense it left her breathless and weak. She collapsed onto the rug, panting, her mind a hazy, euphoric mess.

Ainz, his gaze still fixed on her, then shifted his attention. He turned her onto her stomach, his fingers gently parting her buttocks. Tina gasped again, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and anticipation. She had never… She felt his lips on her, a delicate kiss that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her. Then, she felt him enter her. It was a foreign, yet exhilarating sensation. He was entering her from behind, his bone-hard form pressing into her flesh. She moaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Ainz began to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically against her. Tina felt a new kind of pleasure building within her, a deep, primal satisfaction. She gripped the rug, her knuckles white, as she rode his movements. He whispered words of praise in her ear, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her very being. He was a master of this, his movements perfectly synchronized with her own. The intensity grew with each thrust, her body arching, her back bowing. She felt him deepen his penetration, pushing further, stretching her to her absolute limit. She gasped for air, her moans growing louder, more desperate. This was beyond anything she had ever imagined, a pure, unadulterated release of all her pent-up desire. He continued to push, his rhythm relentless, driving her higher and higher. She felt a familiar sensation building, a pressure that was both agonizing and exquisite. And then, she climaxed again, her body convulsing as he pumped into her. She cried out his name, her voice raw with emotion. As her body settled, she felt him continue to thrust, his movements becoming even more powerful, more urgent. She knew what was coming, a sensation that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

And then, with a final, earth-shattering surge, Ainz withdrew. Tina gasped, her body trembling. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a sensation of fullness. Ainz looked at her, his skeletal face unreadable, yet his gaze held a profound satisfaction. He had given her his seed, a testament to their shared passion. He then gently caressed her cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. “You are magnificent, Tina,” he murmured, his voice filled with an emotion she had never heard from him before. Tina, still breathless and deeply sated, could only smile. In that moment, in the warm glow of the hearth, she knew she had found something far more precious than any treasure: a connection that transcended even the boundaries of life and death, a love born of shared passion and undeniable desire. She felt a sense of peace, a deep contentment that settled over her like a warm blanket. She had been claimed, and in his bony, cold embrace, she felt more alive than ever before. She nestled closer to him, the scent of magic and ancient dust now a comforting perfume. The night was still young, and the promises of their shared future, filled with a passion she had only dreamed of, stretched out before them, a testament to the unlikely, yet undeniable, love that had blossomed between a skeletal sorcerer and his devoted warrior.