Albedo is pinned to the sofa, her ample breasts buried in his face, their softness laced with a woman's intoxicating scent. Her camisole is lifted, revealing creamy flesh, ruby-tipped peaks glowing brighter with each encounter—more beautiful than ever.
Solution's breasts may be larger, Lupusregina's glossier, Shalltear's more sensitive despite their size, but none rival Albedo's supreme perfection. She permits him to do as he pleases—knead, pinch, pull, or suck.
In the study, her unspoken desires guided his actions. Now, as lovers, he's free to indulge.
He's never struggled with lust. As a child, beauty didn't sway him—status mattered more. Captive under Rana, he endured her whims, retreating to a mental palace to escape pain or boredom, learning to observe reality with dulled senses. Rescued by Albedo, he was commanded to sate her desires. When she's absent, Solution takes her share.
Now, Albedo demands more than lust—she wants his heart, to be treated as a lover.
A mere human, he faces Albedo, the embodiment of beauty and Nazarick's Overseer, second only to Ainz. To be her equal, even for this moment, is a once-in-a-lifetime gift.
He's never sought women for desire, always taken. Yet now, he craves Albedo. This moment is his only chance to claim her.
Silent, his face buried in her chest, Albedo grows impatient. She forbade roughness, but expects more—kneading, sucking, anything. She's about to prompt him when—
"I want to stay like this forever," he whispers hoarsely.
"Ahh!" Her body trembles, a moan escaping, her core quivering.
(This boy! How cute! I want the same—holding you, soothing you with my breasts, kissing, then… That was intense! I'm so thrilled, my body's screaming it. I'm soaked… I wore sexy panties to show off, but now they're ruined before you saw them!)
"Albedo? Something wrong?" he asks, peering up sadly.
"Nothing!" she snaps, brushing off embarrassment. His words didn't displease her—she can't let him misunderstand.
"I… came," she admits, covering her flushed face. "You said you wanted to stay like this, and I was so happy, I thought the same, and… I came. It's embarrassing!"
A succubus, Albedo is well-versed in pleasure—climaxing inside, out, from behind, her breasts, or even imagining Ainz's kisses. But words alone? Unprecedented. Her lascivious body surprises her, yet she feels no urge to flee. A mere woman would wallow in shame; Albedo, an awakened succubus, embraces it.
"Ugh," he groans as she lifts a knee, her thigh brushing his confined erection through his trousers.
"You're suffering too," she teases. "I'll make you feel good. I want to please you! ♡"
"Albedo!" He clutches her desperately, arms around her back and buttocks, expecting fabric but finding bare skin.
(What is this outfit!?) he marvels.
Albedo smirks mischievously. With level-100 strength, she flips their positions, seating him on the sofa. She adjusts her camisole and stands, twirling. Her white skirt flares.
"Like my skirt? I had it made for you."
"It suits you. It's… strange. No shadows?"
She chuckles. The long, pure white skirt cloaks her succubus allure in innocence, a paradoxical beauty. But its silhouette reveals nothing—no folds, no contours, faintly glowing to obscure details. A "silhouette skirt," hiding its true nature: layered thin bands, enchanted to stay intact, allowing direct touch.
She crafted it to shock him. His wide-eyed blinking confirms her success. She lets the skirt fall.
Her crimson lust tattoo glows, heart-shaped, trailing downward. A tiny red panty, V-shaped, barely covers her, catching her dripping arousal like a chalice—already soaked.
"Take it off," she urges.
He slides the panties down carefully, threads of arousal connecting them to her core.
"I'll undress you too," she says.
"What!?"
Straddling him, she defies logic, stripping his shirt, pants, and underwear in one motion—her awakened succubus skill, "Disrobe." Clothes are removed instantly, undamaged, a vast improvement over her earlier, fabric-tearing eagerness.
"Touch me… there," she guides.
Kneeling over his lap, legs spread, she invites his touch. His palm faces up, middle and ring fingers bent, grazing her core.
"You're so wet," he murmurs.
"You made me happy. I came from joy. Ngh…"
Her inner flesh, softer than her tongue, clings to his fingers, dripping with heat. Unsatisfied by mere touch, he angles his fingers sharply, sliding inside her slick warmth. Each movement elicits soft, wet sounds.
"Your fingers are so gentle," she purrs. "I'll make you feel good too. Let's feel good together? ♡"
Her hands wrap around his erection, hotter than her own heat. Her left hand strokes the shaft, her right caresses the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge and pressing the slit, crushing a bead of precum. She licks it off, sucking, coating it with her saliva, then rubs it back onto him, her lips dripping more onto his tip, spreading it with both hands.
"Ngh… you're finally sucking! ♡ My nipples are hard for you. Bite harder, it's okay!"
Her camisole, pushed up, clings to her breasts. She presses them to his face, urging him to suck. He complies, drawing a moan.
"Your sucking makes me happy! ♡ Can you feel it? I'm so wet from joy… My pussy's throbbing, not just from your fingers. I'm drenched from happiness! ♡"
Her right hand holds his head to her chest, the left stroking him. Releasing him briefly, she offers the other breast. The freed nipple glistens, freshly teased by his tongue and teeth, while the other receives the same.
His fingers piston inside her, stirring her folds, drawing more fluid. Her tattoo pulses, syncing with his bites, sending waves of pleasure.
"Aaahhh!" she cries, clutching his head, her core tightening around his fingers as her hips drop. Clinging to him, chin on his shoulder, she pants hotly, confessing, "I came again. My pussy, my breasts—so good. Your fingers, your mouth… Wait, not there today!?"
His right fingers remain in her core, his left gripping her buttock, sliding to her other entrance—soft yet tight. He presses a finger inside.
"Not my butt today! Touching's fine, but—"
"I want a kiss," he interrupts.
"Fine… chuu… slurp…" Their kisses deepen by the third, lips parting, tongues wrestling for dominance, ravaging each other's mouths. Saliva flows freely, shared and swallowed, never spilling.
She climaxes twice during the kiss, his fingers relentless. Even mid-orgasm, she holds him tight to keep their saliva contained. When they part, no threads remain—they've drunk it all.
His eyes, satisfied yet wistful, meet hers.
"Hug me now," he says.
"Anytime…"
His fingers withdraw, and he embraces her fully.
He wants to enter her—mouth, core, or rear. Not just with his erection, but fingers, tongue, anything—to reach her depths, to consume her, to die within her.
A sigh heavy with longing brushes her ear. Feeling his desire, Albedo exhales, embracing him, cheek to cheek, inhaling his scent—ever enticing, bath or not. Naked, their warmth, his pulsing heartbeat, his firm body, fulfill her without touch or skill. A higher pleasure, their hearts and bodies as one.
"I want to enter you," he says.
"Me too," she replies.
He sits shallowly on the sofa, Albedo clinging to him, lifting her hips. Her hand guides his erection, savoring the slow entry despite the urge to plunge.
"Ngh… you're entering me, spreading me… So hot at my entrance… Here, my sweet spot… Ahh!"
Fully lubricated, she takes him in, pausing short of her depths to rock gently, his tip rubbing her favorite spot. Her core grips him tightly, no gaps, her fluids seeping despite the seal, splashing lightly.
"You're inside… Your cock in my pussy… We're one," she moans, lowering slowly, raising slightly, her succubus precision feeling every inch. She knows teasing heightens the climax, a prelude to ecstatic union.
"Just a bit more… Your cock fits my pussy perfectly. At the base, it hits my womb, craving your milk. I want it there, deep inside… Ohh! ♡"
He thrusts upward, filling the final gap, his tip striking her cervix. A spurt of fluid escapes their union. Fully inside, they embrace tightly, her atop him, skin fused, control hers in this position—better than typical riding for closeness.
"I came again! ♡" she teases, feigning anger.
She starts to move, but he clings tightly, halting her. She could break free, but selfish sex is off the table. Her last awakening, drunk on new power, she overused her succubus skills, draining him excessively. Though restored, she regretted it. Mutual pleasure, like their first time, is better.
She aimed for equality today, the "candy" an afterthought. Her past overuse, tied to forgetting certain events, is irrelevant now.
As lovers with the supreme beauty, joined deeply, sharing love, this moment is unmatched. All else pales.
"I want to die in your embrace," he says.
"What!?"
Her vision flares red. (How dare he say that! Die!? Never! You're mine—heart, body, life! Momonga-sama said the same to his servants: no dying without permission. I won't allow it. I'll make him understand… But we're lovers now, no orders. So…)
As Overseer, she'd command him to live. As a lover, she doesn't need to—her charm suffices.
Shaking her head, she lets tears brim, feigning sorrow. "Don't leave me!"
"!!!" He falters, her succubus wiles overwhelming.
"Albedo!" he cries, flipping them, now atop her despite her wings. Her legs are spread wide, his thrusts relentless, pulling back to the edge and plunging deep.
"Ngh! Wait!" she gasps, pinned against the sofa, each impact absorbed by their connection. "Ahh! My pussy's breaking! ♡"
Her breasts bounce wildly, no pain, only pleasure as he ravages her. The soft sofa makes her feel airborne, her vision flashing white. Her succubus instincts track every detail—her drenched core, gaping, swallowing him, her folds clinging, fluids soaking him and his balls, which she plans to lick later.
"Your cock's amazing! Don't leave… Keep fucking me! Aahhh!"
Her core burns as he releases inside, filling her, yet he continues unabated. To keep it in, she absorbs it with her womb, realizing later that avoiding succubus skills amplifies her climax, pitting her pride against her womanly satisfaction.
"Slow down… Love my pussy gently?" she pleads.
"You're too perfect…"
"Chuu ♡" They kiss, his pace softening. He's climaxed at least twice, her absorption keeping their union clean.
"Lift me," she says.
He stands, holding her thighs, her ankles locked around him. She parts the bed's canopy, and he lowers her, still connected, letting her take the lead.
Straddling him, legs spread, she presses her chest to his, breasts squishing. "My turn to please you. ♡ Chuu"
Kissing, she moves slowly, savoring the build. "Ngh… Not my butt! ♡"
"Your ass is perfect too. My finger slips in. My cock could too."
"It's embarrassing… but for you, I'm okay. ♡"
His hand kneads her buttocks, sliding to her lubricated rear entrance, a finger slipping in. Her slow movements make wet sounds, her rear louder at times.
"So embarrassing…" she murmurs, face open, shy yet eager.
"If you want, I'm okay. ♡"
"Ugh!" He climaxes again, her womb drinking his release, trembling in ecstasy.
"Albedo's womb… filled with your milk! ♡ …Hey?"
She shifts, asking something with a serious yet flushed face. He doesn't grasp it, and she pouts like a child, her girlish charm lingering despite their raw intimacy.
"I love you. So much. I love you," she says, echoing his words from her first time.
"I love… chuu… you… chuu… love you! ♡"
Kissing between confessions, it becomes a game—kissing before finishing "I love you."
"Love you! I love you! ♡" she cries, riding him, dancing lewdly.
"You were wonderful today… ♡"
"So were you."
"Hehe… I'm happy! ♡"
He's climaxed over seven times, surpassing Solution's record without potions or skills—pure stamina. Only Albedo could sustain such vigor.
Lying on the bed, she nestles in his arm, sated. Their first time was rushed, her awakening excessive, but today was perfect—heart and body fulfilled. Clinging post-climax is bliss, words like "good" or "love" enough to satisfy.
But duty calls. Ainz's order—the true reason for her visit—must be addressed. The sex was the bonus. To ease in, she adds a buffer.
"Um… anything new while I was gone?"
"As reported, nothing major."
"Beyond that."
A cough ends the sweetness. His quick shift to business is why she can show her softer side.
She knows the mansion's role: Solution's public front, a training ground for maids, Ainz's E-Rantel residence, and Albedo's "dining hall." Reports keep her informed, but she needs a segue for the reprimand.
"Beyond that…" he begins.
An hour later, his demotion is decided. He must leave E-Rantel within three days.
A strict order.