Kaneko has confirmed some age-old speculation, that the disembodied head of YHVH is inspired by the disembodied head of the "Supreme Being" from Terry Gilliam's Time Bandits, called Bandit Q in Japan.
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I hope that this is something near what you wanted 🐀Rat anon! I did my best! I was a bit preoccupied with other things at the time as well, so I decided to make this a shorter one. —Benny🐰
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Just how in the new world did Demiurge end up in this situation!? He's unworthy of such an amazing honor as this! Unworthy! The poor arch-devil is only a mere speck floating about in the sea of denizens that make up the Tomb of Nazarick... and yet...
.....and yet.....
...his most treasured one has chosen to slumber on top of his legs! It's like a dream come true! They depend on him to be a stable headrest as they sleep! He's so honored!
But, truth be told, Demiurge had lost his usual composure quite some time ago. Hours, really. His normally gray skinned complexion was now stained a deep crimson red, resting upon his bespectacled face. His whole body seemed to tremble lightly as he fought the instinct to move and readjust his position. Steam was practically shooting from his ears .
"C‐could I bring myself to be so vain..."
The arch-devil mutters to himself; holding a trembling hand just above the soft looking lochs of hair that sprouted from his most cherished one's head.
Just when his fingers are about to graze the snoozing supreme being's head; they stir and shift in his lap and turn their head to face him; grabbing his wrist and trapping his hand palm side up underneath their face. Demiurge's eyes widen as he felt the softness of their cheek. He could feel his face get about 20° warmer than it already had been.
He could feel his breathing rapidly pick up in panic, it was to the point that he was huffing and puffing like a spooked animal. He was touching them without their consent! How would he ever gain the confidence to show himself in their presence once they had awoken! But now... he couldn't move his hand without risk of waking them.
"How have I found myself on the cusp of such a difficult decision..."
Demiurge whispered to himself as he wracked his brain for a fitting solution to such a bizarre situation.
On one hand he could gently lift you from his lap and allow them to properly continue resting on one of the many plush pillows that decorated their bed. But then there's a possibility that he may wake them up or go against their potential unspoken wish to stay in the position they fell asleep in; head on his lap and all.
But, on the other hand, he is still a floor guardian and he has his own responsibilities and duties that come with that title that must be attended to at some point. In addition to that, Demiurge has no business encroaching on such a sacred place as his most cherished one's bedroom in the first place. But if he doesn't stay in place he might risk disappointing them.
"Mmnh.... Demi...urge..."
The slumbering sepreme being slurred with a goofy smile on their face, drool staining his red suit pants.
It seems Nazarick's strategist....
C R I T I C A L H I T ! ! !
...was found incapacitated by unknown means.
In the end, it seems Demiurge didn't have to make such a hard decision after all due to losing consciousness. His brain simply couldn't keep up with how hard it was working to subconsciously keep him from flipping out. His steaming 'corpse' was later discovered by Mare after he hadn't shown up to a summons from Ainz.
Mare reported that Demiurge was hunched over in a squatting position in his room, mumbling something about 'dreaming of me, they were dreaming of me, so honored, I'm so honored' and he also didn't seem to react to outside stimuli of any kind for a good few days.
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Summary: You're tired and Pandora's Actor decides to give you a foot massage... though he seems to be into it much more than he should be. Which is par for the course with him, to be honest.
Inhabiting your own character in Yggdrasil was wonderful, it was an upgrade from your own body with its aches and flaws. Yggdrasil itself had been large and sprawling, and if you didn't fast travel the times you were on the road were long and extensive. Now, the world you were in now wasn't Yggdrasil... it was bigger. It was a real world. And travel wasn't done through your in-game avatar, it was done with your now own body. Sure, you could still teleport and this body was a lot less easily fatigued than your own, but at the end of the day the aches of inhabiting a flesh and blood body still reared their ugly head. Especially after a specifically intense day of travel, research and fighting, and you were exhausted.
In your battle you had looted some items; nothing special and you wondered if it was even worth it, but you decided to bring them to the treasury anyways. They were items you hadn't seen in Yggdrasil, and you knew there was someone in the treasury that loved getting new, unknown items. A little more than loved maybe even. Sometimes you wondered if Ainz was as freaky as his creation, wondering why a boring salaryman like him had created something like Pandora's Actor. There surely was something to say about the psychology behind this, but you weren't about to have that conversation with your old friend, deciding instead to halt these thoughts for now as you headed for the treasury.
The second you arrived Pandora's Actor was already waiting for you, as if he knew you were coming.
"Mein kostbarster Schatz," he started, loudly as always, saluting you as he went into a spiel about, "Nein! A treasure beyond treasures! Something no one could own, only adore from afar!" A small smile was on your face, despite your fatigue you felt beloved by the treasurer. You always had a soft spot for him despite his... intense personality.
"Entschuldigung, my supreme," he continued, seemingly without breathing while the two of you wandered further down the hall, nearing the treasury and hopefully a chair or couch. "You seem fatigued! Allow me to find you the most comfortable seating, and you can tell me all about why you blessed me with your presence. If you'll allow me of course, mein große-"
You interrupted him before he could start worshipping you once again. "Yes, I'd love that. My feet could use some rest."
"I will make it so!" he said, saluting you again while he guided you gently to a couch that did look mighty comfortable. You sighed as you sunk down on it. Yep, you could fall asleep here, no problem. Now that you sat down you were unsure if you ever wanted to get up again, but you knew there was no rest for the wicked. Maybe you'd take your break here.
Your legs finally resting as you thought only for a second before taking off your footwear, pulling your legs up to rest your bare feet on the soft pillows of the couch. Pandora was in front of you immediately, bowing down with his smooth head against your ankles.
"Allow me," he said, and you were unsure what he meant before he grabbed your foot and pushed his fingers down between the pads of your toes dragging them down. A groan escaped you at the feeling. Oh, yes a foot massage was exactly what you needed.
"Yes, go ahead," you said, stopping yourself from saying please like your old self would've. You were a supreme being now, and the people around you were NPC's, willingly serving you and Ainz... as long as you performed well. Or at least that's what you and Ainz had told each other, making sure either of you stayed on top of their acting game at all times.
Pandora's fingers were heavenly, massaging your feet with a skill level that blew you away. You were sure you needed his help much more if he was capable of relaxing you this much after a rough day. Groans of pleasure fell freely from you, too tired to keep them in. And he was good at this, he deserved to know.
As you looked down you found him on his knees in front of you, your feet in his lap as he massaged you deeply. A bulge in his trousers telling you how much touching you like this affected him. Even though, or maybe exactly because, what he was touching were just your feet.
This man... he never ceased to surprise you.
"Pandora," you said, voice little more than a whisper. "What's this."
The pad of your foot pushed down on the bulge that was formed, and the sound that fell from his open mouth was much more erotic than it had any right to be. Your face exploded in a deep blush, and you hoped he didn't see how much that sound affected you. His face was lowered though, his hands laying uselessly by his side as you pushed down on his erection.
"I- ahh- I am so sorry," he gasped, trying to stay composed as you kept pushing down on him. "Allow me to-" his moan interrupted his sentence, and he seemed incapable of picking back up where he stopped, warm breath hitting your bare skin as he tried not to buck up against your foot.
"I... that's a little pathetic," you said, trying your best to stay composed. What were you supposed to do when an NPC that could potentially wipe the floor with you acted like this? Were you supposed to punish him? What should someone in your position do?
Probably not get aroused like you did when he behaved like an animal in heat when near you.
You decided to play along, under the guise of merciful punishment.
"Fine," you said, your voice sounding foreign to you, throat tight. "I didn't expect anything better. After all, I allowed you to touch my skin. Fuck yourself against my foot to relieve yourself."
He looked up, and though his face a was a blank mask you could almost see the bliss in his eyes as he bucket up, once. His hands were on your feet again as he thanked you profusely. Telling you he didn't deserve such mercy as he pushed himself desperately against your feet, fingers digging into your soles, continuing their massaging motions even as he humped against you like a dog.
Noises of pleasure fell from his mouth, almost sounding choked as drool fell from his open mouth. A thin, wispy tongue came out to lick it away before the liquid touched your holy skin, his uniform tight around his throbbing cock as he rutted up against your feet.
You were beautiful, you were breath taking, a treasure he could never possess, but desired so much none the less.
You flexed your toes, digging into the warm bulge below you. You wondered if he'd like you to step on him, or push down harder, but you held yourself back, enjoying the way he fucked himself to completion against the soles of your feet. He was still fully dressed, and you felt the wet patch against your skin, deepening your blush.
Then, with a stutter of his hips and a low moan that dragged out lewdly, he came inside of his uniform, head falling back in bliss.
It took a small minute before he jolted back into motion again. Apologising over and over as he resuming massaging your feet. You leaned back, pretending to be upset, but the arousal clouding your senses said otherwise.
"No apologies needed," you murmured, shivering as he kissed your feet one by one in apology. "Just don't let it happen again."
Though you were ashamed to admit you wouldn't be opposed. The wetness against your skin cooled sharply, and you had to bite back a groan. He was a mess under your soles, wet patch of his cum spreading in the fabric--as if nothing had happened just now.
