Overlord Boredom

Overlord Boredom

This is from Pram’s p.o.v.

I slowly sat up, letting out a deep yawn.

(What should I do today? There aren’t any heroes to slaughter, and frankly, I don’t feel like messing with Zetta today. I do it too much lately as it is; any more and I'll be some recurring joke villain to him, like Alex. Yuck! No way is the great Pram gonna settle for that).

After thinking about it for a while, I called in a couple of my slaves.

“Alright, you two, I’m going to give you the great honor of pleasuring me,” I said to them. I had been slowly growing up, and even though I hadn't hit puberty yet and probably wouldn't for eons to come (if I ever do; I still haven't, and a lot of demons just never get there), my hormones had been stretching their legs, and I was getting more and more horny daily.

My slaves' faces lit up with joy at the thought of being allowed to please me. “Do you mean it Mistress?” one of them asked. She had long curly brown hair.

Rather than answer her, I stretched out one of my slender legs, lightly brushing her face with my foot. She moaned slightly, aroused by the smallest contact with my excellently lovely appendage.

“Lick it!” I ordered sharply.

She gently took it into her hands. She leaned in and kissed each of my toes, careful not to cut herself on my nails--they're sharper than razors, you know, better than the best katana you've ever seen. She began to lick, starting at the heel and running her tongue along the entire length of my foot. She moved to the top, kissing the soft flesh right at the joint on my ankle. She worked her way down, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. The warm, moist feeling of her kisses was great. She went back and forth along my foot several times, before sliding her tongue into the space between each one of my toes and swirling it around. She lifted my leg up a little, and began to suckle on the bottom of each of my dainty digits. As she did, I began feel that fabulous warmth spreading up from the pit of my stomach and spreading through my entire body, but her actions alone weren’t nearly enough to push me over the edge.

I looked over to the other girl. She had long, silver hair pulled back into a ponytail. I smiled to myself as I saw that gorgeous hair. I love hair colors like that: silver, platinum, and white. After all, my hair's white, and among my other virtues, I am the very pinnacle of beauty.

She started at me with a mixture of fear and longing. I motioned for her to stand, which she did so right away. “Go get my rings,” I commanded. She bowed and ran off immediately. After a few moments, she returned, holding a small box in her hands. I took it from her and sat it on the bed next to me. When I opened it, I saw ten small rings, each with a large lump in the middle. I pulled to of them out and handed them to the silver-haired slave.

“Put them on.”

She held one of the rings. She had a nervous look on her face. In a split second, I had my free foot at her throat. “I said put them on.”

Without hesitating any more, she slid a ring onto each hand and flicked a tiny switch on each one of them, causing them to buzz to life. Her entire body shook from the power they generated. The silver-haired girl moaned in pleasure just from having the rings on her fingers, and knowing how it would feel to have those same rings on more sensitive parts of my body caused a small shiver of anticipation to run down my spine...but I didn’t let it show.

“Get to work,” I snapped at her. Right away the silver-haired slave placed one of her hands over my small chest. She placed the finger with the ring directly over my nipple. As soon as she did, a wave of intense pleasure washed over every nerve in my body, but it still wasn’t enough to give me that last little push I needed to cum. She then placed her other hand over my crotch. The moment that her hand made contact, it felt like a dam busting as a massive amount of pleasure coursed through every fiber of my body. I don't know for sure (I was kinda busy cumming my brains out), but I think a small amount of my juice trickled down my leg--I know the curly-haired slave sped up her licking a bit, so I think she must have licked it all away as soon as it got down to my foot. The quick flick of her tongue as she lapped up my cum, as well as the vibrations of the rings, set off another orgasm. My body shook with tiny tremors of pleasure.

After around an hour, I started to get bored again, and pushed both of the slaves away. “Now then, it’s time for the two of you to do something special for me,” I said, getting out of bed. After explaining to them what I had in mind, they went to work.

The curly-haired girl put on a couple of rings, then the two of them lifted me off the ground, each one of them holding onto one of my feet. They began to lick and kiss my inner thighs, licking away the drying trails of cum from earlier. The combination of the rings against my feet along with their licking was good, but like before, not quite enough, so I bent forward and began to lick my own quim, running my tongue over my clit and shoving the very tip in a bit. That's not an Overlord trick, by the way. Most of the time, Overlords aren't any more flexible than your average human. I was just born insanely flexible, and I've practiced my limits a lot...so much that I can pretty much do anything you see professional contortionists do!

I brought one of my hands up and shoved a couple of fingers into my cunny, spreading the lips as wide as I could. Then I slid the middle finger of my other hand in, scraping my claw along my inner walls. I wasn't gentle, either--I'm one of the most powerful Overlords around, so even my nails can't hurt me unless I'm really trying to do it. That felt so good, it caused a small hiss of pleasure to escape my mouth, but it was too low for either of my slaves to hear it.

After a few hours, I came again, but still felt a little unsatisfied. The two sat me back down on my bed, and I sent them away.

“If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself,” I muttered as I placed all ten rings on each of my toes. I flicked all of them on at the same time, and nearly came from the first jolt of all that power. But after a few seconds, it faded down to a pleasant full-body tingle. I lay down on my stomach, then flipped my legs forward and over my head. I flicked my tongue along the side of my right foot, while lacing my fingers in between the toes of the other. With my other hand, I reached back and began to finger myself vigorously, nearly shoving my entire hand in up to the wrist and twisting it around before pulling it back out again.

I kept it up for nearly fifteen minutes before deciding to do something different. I lifted my legs back up and pressed one hand against the ground, lifting myself up and supporting my entire body with just that one hand. Then, using my free hand, I began to squeeze my breasts, pinching the nipples hard, switching back and froth between them. As I did that, I lowered one of my feet down, and spread my pussy lips using my toes. I'm not one of the Top 3 Foot Sex Artists in All Creation for nothing! The vibrations of the rings made even this small action intensely pleasurable, but I didn’t stop there. I then pushed my other foot in a few inches past the ankle, letting out a moan as my pussy stretched wider. The vibrations of the rings so deep inside of my body, along with the scraping of my claws, brought me to the brink of cumming right away...but somehow, impossibly, it still wasn’t enough!

So I twisted my foot around inside, while I bent my other leg down and tilted my head up so that I could lick it, taking it into my mouth. I began to lick the sole in small, circular motions, occasionally biting just hard enough to leave small marks. It was incredible! But even THEN, it took nearly four hours to bring myself to orgasm again...and even then, just like all the recent times before, I still felt like something was missing. In fact, looking back, I think that at that point, it had been a few years since I'd been able to get sexually satisfied from myself or my slaves...about the only time I was ever fucked well enough that I was content was during my annual trips to my friend Sabrina. She had this stupid theory about that, too, saying my mind was unconsciously denying myself pleasure because it wanted emotional fulfillment, so I could only really get off with people I cared about. Actually, she said it wasn't a theory at all, that she'd actually completely gone over my entire mind to get that conclusion, but whatever. What the heck would SHE know about brains? Like an Overlord like me, nothing short of a perfect goddess of evil, would be like that. Hmph, as if!

So anyways, after a few more hours of playing with myself, I decided go down to a lower plane. It didn’t take very long for me to find something interesting: three heroines traveling together. Two of them were really nothing special, just your average mages, but the other one, who had a sword, really caught my eye.

(I think that taking her will be a lot of fun), I thought to myself, licking my lips.