[Albedo's POV]
I was not ignorant. Perhaps, due to my nature and responsibilities in Nazarick, I had never touched this layer of sexuality, but I was not foreign to it.
I was aware of my existence as a Succubus and what it implied, but I refused to let it characterise or identify me. I was not a slut, and I didn't need to depend on my powers as a Succubus to gain my rightful respect and fear as the Guardian Overseer of Nazarick.
Instead, I wished to reach this level of intimacy with Ains-sama, like a maiden in love... I hoped that he wouldn't see me as a succubus but instead, as Albedo, his beloved.
But I never thought the first time I would be exposed to the lewd acts of the bedroom it would be to see my worst enemy having the time of his life, while demonstrating to me what the real meaning of a 'stud' was. My mind began to delude me and place me in that bed with him.
It was the beginning of my torture, and the beginning of my metamorphosis. Something that I knew would come, but I didn't want to accept. I spent my whole life refusing my real nature... only for it to dawn on me in the worst moment.
My heart palpitated like never before, my mind muddled and dreamy... I felt my breasts were a bit uncomfortable, as if I desperately wanted to discard my dress, whose top kept rubbing against my nipples insistently, like scratching... they were more sensitive than ever. I even felt them slightly bigger and engorged.
I saw it with my eyes, felt it with my pores as if I was the one being pounded... and smelt it with my nose.
His cock, Osiris', my worst enemy's... and the object that I knew would eventually come inside me and claim me, destroying my delusional dreams of a maidenly romance with Ains-sama. I knew that to my plan to succeed, I had to surrender my body to him. The question was whether I could keep my dignity during the ordeal.
Now I knew those hopes were slim.
In and out, in and out... that big wet object coated in white foam kept going inside Galadriel, over and over and over... they kept going at it for so long like animals. That Goddess who so proudly stepped into the mirror world and harnessed respect and gratitude from the slaves, being called the 'All-mother', was nowhere to be seen.
More like the 'All-Slut', all I saw was a shameless whore sticking her ass out requesting to get pounded harder, filled to the brim with cum and even then she still asked her 'hubby' for more as if her body was magically storing all that precious smelly seed somewhere. Even when she asked for more, there was so much dripping out that I felt the urge to clench my hands and pierce my nails in my own flesh.
'W-What a waste... what a waste... i-it is being wasted...'
As the night progressed, I would blindly continue this train of thought, unaware of the pit where it was leading me. I was able to move again, but my feet wouldn't budge. My eyes weren't looking for another focus of attention. In and out, in and out, in and out... that's all I could see. But more than just wanton lust, I also witnessed passion.
It was passion and love that couldn't be called just 'sex'. This was the wanton breeding of two individuals who sought to spread their genetics.
He so throughly devoured her lips most uncontrolled way, and she proactively stuck her tongue inside his, seeking to dance along. He kept switching between breasts and biting her nipples lightly. I could almost feel it as if he was biting mine.
I traced a finger down my crotch and felt that inner desire for the first time. I clenched my teeth, and that sinful hand seeking my pleasure faltered. I couldn't stop watching... but I also couldn't allow him to influence me.
'There can't be love, there can't be desire... yes, this is just training... I have to watch and learn' I once more deluded myself. Her moans were so lustful, but his grunts made my insides throb further. These foreign feelings, this unadulterated jealousy, were what slowly caved my tomb.
'If a powerful God grunted in pleasure like that, it should be because of me!'.
'She's an amateur, I can do it so much better!'
That slut kept moaning and cumming, splashing her dense and distasteful juices everywhere even when Osiris had yet to finish even once.
'Such a loser. If it was me... if it was me, he would have finished by now...!'
Those thoughts kept slowly corroding my mind as that sinful and disobeying hand finaly settled on top of my underwear, tracing circles around my pussy... I noticed the wetness. It felt so uncomfortable that I shifted it away and touched it directly. It was not my first time touching myself... but it was the first time I felt it so early.
With the briefest touch, I felt my legs squirming as dense purplish fluids flowed out of my nethers, cascading down my legs and onto the floor. Upon touching the floor, I heard a small hissing sound like boiling water meeting ice. The liquid transformed into a slight purplish mist.
Even though I have never done it. There was this immense confidence within me that I didn't know where it was coming from. I knew I could make Osiris concede in this aspect. I could never defeat him in a fight, but he can't hold a candle to me here.
Because I am a succubus, my body is made to make men succumb. Those are powers I have never used, but don't you dare doubt I won't do anything in my power, Osiris...
'You will die in my pussy~' Just the thought alone brought a smile to my face, a psychotic one. If there was something I wanted more than to fuck him right now, it was to kill him...
I soon realised my thoughts, I realised that I had two fingers deep inside fiercely pumping, I realised that my juices were starting to make their unintended effect, and Osiris shot a glance at me from the inside as he blushed immensely and accelerated the pace at which he pounded that Goddess.
"D-Dear, harder!~" She asked for more even when her pussy was already swollen and sensitive, in front of my powers, even a Goddess had crumbled.
The Dragoness also blushed and looked at me one time I thought she was going to make a move against me, but... she showed me a thumbs up as in 'Good job'.
'Huh?'.
I was confused, but decided it was time to retreat. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to hold back my instincts much longer. My shivering legs gave way, and I crawled away from the lewd hell while leaving a trail of my misty juices on what looked like wooden flooring.
I wanted to go away as far as I could, but that delicious scent wouldn't stop teasing my mind like an annoying feather caressing the tip of my nose. The scent of his semen, the scent of my nemesis' semen, was delicious.
I crawled away, hopeful. I knew he was playing with me... he knew I was watching, he wanted me to watch. The best I could have done was to get away, but I failed miserably... I lost this battle, and he conveyed his message perfectly.
'This is what is going to happen to you, Albedo~'.
I could almost hear him whisper next to me, as he smeared his finger in that disgusting yet delicious liquid, and rubbed it along my lips. The worst part was... I felt compelled to stick my tongue and lick it.
That was the beginning of my fall.