Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Gently laid on the bed, Albedo masked her excitement, donning the elegant yet lascivious smile of a mistress. The thrill wasn't about her weekly "meal" ordered by Ainz-sama—she'd never defy him. Nor was it mere sex. This was a ritual.

Once ignorant of men, she was but a succubus apprentice. Knowing a man made her a beginner succubus. Now, through this sultry, mystical ceremony, she'd ascend to the next rank. Her heart trembled with the exhilaration of becoming something greater.

To succeed, she couldn't flee as she had before—overwhelmed by intense pleasure or embarrassed by yesterday's antics. She needed to sever her escape.

"Bind my arms," she commanded.

The white lace ribbon, recently used on the young man, was handed to him. He tied her wrists gently, easily undone, above her head. As it tightened, Albedo's strength melted away.

"This isn't just a ribbon," she said. "It's my Engage Ribbon with Succubus Blessing."

A secret succubus skill, Succubus Create Item. "Engage" meant both betrothal and restraint—a "Succubus-Blessed Binding Ribbon."

"It has no effect on men," she continued, "but a woman bound by it can only spread her legs, unable to move otherwise. To undo it, you need cock milk."

"Such a thing…" he murmured.

Surrendering all control to him required deep trust. His chest warmed at her faith, vowing to serve her even better.

"Use all you have to do as you please with me," she said. "I can't resist, no matter what you do."

"Even so…" he hesitated.

"What? Don't you want my body?" she teased. "You're not satisfied with Shalltear, are you?"

"Never," he insisted.

"Then say it clearly!" she urged. "I want you to have your way with me. Even if I say 'no' or 'stop,' you mustn't stop!"

"Understood," he said.

With such orders from his beloved mistress, hesitation would shame him. Her command was absolute. He shed his clothes and climbed onto the bed.

A vassal must heed their master's intent. Last time, he thought he'd succeeded, yet somehow displeased her. He wouldn't repeat that mistake.

This time, he was sure. Gracious Albedo-sama had given a hint. Her arms raised, wrists bound above her head, blatantly exposed a usually hidden spot. Only a fool would miss it.

He leaned in, sniffing softly. A rich, intoxicating fragrance filled his chest.

"I know Albedo-sama's scent is divine, but this spot has an even deeper aroma," he said.

"W-What are you saying!?" she stammered.

"Let's taste it," he said.

"Hyau!?" she yelped.

His tongue grazed a sensitive spot, and Albedo cried out. It was a place she neither anticipated nor prepared for—her armpit.

"Ah…! Ahyahyahyahya!?" she shrieked, laughing uncontrollably.

For Albedo, built for defense, this was an unbearable weak point. She bathed meticulously daily, her face as pristine as her soles, yet armpits sweated easily. No odd odor, but what was this "deep aroma"?

Being licked amplified her embarrassment.

"Stop…!" she gasped.

He'd been told not to stop, so he continued, tickling her other armpit.

"Uhyaa!? Hya… Hyaaaaaaa!" she screamed.

She's laughing so much—she must be pleased. More! he thought, misinterpreting her reaction. Laughter didn't mean joy—it was ticklish torture.

Her abs quivered, breathless from laughter. No pain, but pure agony. Tickling was a torment used in interrogations. Yet, believing her laughter was delight, he intensified his tongue and fingers, targeting her ribs, toes, and perfect navel, prodding relentlessly.

If unbound, she'd have thrashed like a fish on a board.

"Ahyu… Kahyu…" she gasped, exhausted.

When her strength to laugh faded, the torment ceased. Her body glistened with sweat, golden eyes spilling crystal tears, unfocused.

"!?" she jolted.

Relaxing fully was a mistake. A dire change struck her body. At level 100, her defenses were ironclad, but even a pinhole breach was unstoppable.

"Untie it!" she begged, her face pale, devoid of her usual grace.

He paused. She'd said not to stop but hadn't forbidden untying. Should he? After deliberation, he tugged the ribbon. Strangely, it wouldn't budge, despite being loosely tied to avoid marking her skin.

"It won't come off," he said.

Her skill-crafted restraint required semen to release. Should he use her writhing as fuel?

"No… I can't…!" she cried.

"What can't you do?" he asked leisurely.

Her desperation turned to resentment, but she was helpless. Casting pride aside, she shouted, "I'm going to pee!"

Even at level 100, she couldn't withstand the urge. Women's shorter urethras made holding it harder. Cold water and ticklish torture had relaxed her too much. Or was this retribution for making Lupusregina wet herself?

She clamped her thighs, writhing lewdly. Understanding, he removed her tiny, damp shorts—sweat, arousal, or otherwise. Despite her resistance, her legs were forced apart, the ribbon sapping her strength.

"I'll drink it all," he assured.

"Idiot! Do that, and I'll never forgive you! Never, never…! Oh, it's coming!" she wailed.

Unlike Ranā, who'd urinated on faces, Albedo was too refined. But this was no time for admiration.

Swiftly, he lifted her hips, parting her hairless cleft. Not a trickle but a golden arc sprayed forth.

"Ah… Aaa…" she moaned.

Nazarick's level 100 overseer, acting supreme in Ainz's absence, urinated before a man. The despair was an indescribable thrill.

"Keep going, not a drop wasted," he urged.

No anger surfaced. She drowned in despair, tears falling from lifeless eyes. Her flow stopped—she'd emptied herself.

"It's fine," he said. "Not a drop on the sheets."

"…What?" she whispered.

He held the delicate glass she'd used earlier, now filled with a mystical liquid, glowing like molten gold in crystal, faintly steaming.

"Even your pee is beautiful, Albedo-sama," he said.

She wept. Why was he praising her mishap with such glee? Even a princess knight captured by orcs wouldn't face such humiliation.

"Ah! Wipe it before licking!" she cried.

"There's no unclean part on you," he said. "This faint saltiness is your pee's flavor."

"Nooo!" she sobbed.

Seen, shown, tasted, and praised for her accident—such shame was unimaginable. Her body burned with humiliation, yet no anger rose against him.

So embarrassing, I'm crying. Why does it feel good? His licking's skill? No, it's more. I'm enjoying the shame! she realized.

Succubi typically lack shame, and Albedo was no exception, flaunting outfits baring 70% of her skin. But shameless exposure was for lesser succubi. Albedo, with proper shame, could transmute it into pleasure, ascending her rank.

"Nhaaa! Don't tease my clit and pussy together! I'll cum too fast!" she cried.

A lapping sound, like a cat drinking, echoed. Lifting her head, she saw his silver hair between her thighs. Their eyes met—his lips, glossy and red, were tantalizing even to a succubus. She wanted to kiss them, entwine tongues, have her breasts grabbed, and her drenched pussy filled.

No words were needed; her melted expression spoke. He smiled and resumed.

"An, an, uaa! My ass too!? Grinding inside! How are you so good, hitting all my spots!" she moaned.

He sucked her swollen clit, rolling it with his tongue, as firm as her nipples. Her soaked vagina dripped honey. He inserted two fingers, not thrusting but curling inside, pressing her clit externally. Attacked inside and out, she reveled in ecstasy.

Then, he added another move. Her arousal pooled at her pink anus. His other finger entered there, opposing the ones in her vagina, rubbing through her walls.

Unable to move due to the ribbon, she arched her hips off the bed.

"Ah, ah, agh! I'm cumming! My pussy, ass, clit—all cumming! Hyauuu!" she screamed.

Her fluids gushed. Her toes curled, hips trembling. Her vagina and anus pulsed, expelling and drawing in fluids, dripping onto the sheets.

The climax lingered. Her trembling limbs collapsed. Tears in her golden eyes and drool from her lips told of her ecstasy's depth.

"There's more," he said.

"Au!? No… I'm sensitive after cumming! Don't put your cock in!" she pleaded, voice laced with delight.

Grabbing her hips, he thrust his erection deep. Post-climax, she was slick and loose, offering no resistance yet gripping him tightly. Her elf-like depths were fine, but Albedo's were unmatched.

"Am, an! Nchu, more kisses! Move more! Make my pussy feel so good with your cock!" she begged.

Bound, she couldn't embrace him. He hugged her tightly, kissing deeply, pouring saliva into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly. At her request, he gripped her breasts, their red nipples taut. He savored their firmness, careful not to mark them again.

"Yaan, you're crushing my breasts! They're yours, squeeze them more!" she urged.

Her level 100 breasts endured.

Then he noticed, pulling back. Above their wet, lewd joining, her once-pristine abdomen—free of hair or marks—showed faint red lines, not from the drug but forming intricate patterns.

"More, torment my nipples! My pussy! Make your cock feel good with my pussy!" she cried.

He gripped her hips, thrusting harder. Her perfect depth let his tip nudge her cervix, her fluids splashing with each thrust. Her swaying breasts were mesmerizing, but her glistening abdomen drew his gaze. The red lines clarified, forming a meaningful emblem.

"My pussy's cumming! Your cock milk's shooting inside! I'm cumming from it!" she screamed.

The universe's law: the world's best pussy demanded release. He erupted against her cervix.

"My pussy's cumming! Your cock milk on my womb makes me cum!" she wailed.

Her sweet, lascivious scream echoed. She pressed her hips against his, climaxing fiercely. She'd counted orgasms with her toes but lost track.

Her pulsing walls milked him, prolonging his release. The pleasure was dreamlike, yet his eyes stayed on her abdomen, missing the ribbon turning pink and slipping off.

"Oh… This!" he gasped.

A pink light burst from her abdomen, illuminating the room. Blinding, it forced his eyes nearly shut. Within, a red glow emerged.

When the light faded, the change was stark. The faint lines on Albedo's abdomen formed a vivid red emblem—a crown atop a heart entwined with thorns, resembling demonic wings or flames. The heart's base opened, stretching downward like a sword or a guide. Its center held a mystical magic circle, hinting at incomprehensible miracles.

"F… Fufu…" Albedo laughed seductively.

"Albedo…-sama?" he stammered.

Still joined, she stroked her abdomen, the crimson emblem glowing pink.

"Thanks to you♡," she purred.

Her walls pulsed, forcing his softened member back to iron hardness.

"An♡ So hard again!" she cooed.

"Uoh!?" he gasped.

She flipped them, now atop him. Their connection broke briefly, but she landed with perfect insertion, mastering cowgirl unlike her past escape. This was her new power.

The emblem on her abdomen was the true Succubus Emblem. Without it, a succubus wasn't whole. Losing virginity, shedding her lush hair, receiving copious semen, and climaxing together—strict yet achievable conditions—had awakened her.

Lewd Transformation☆Awakening!

Fish of the sea, beasts of the land, birds of the sky, and star-beasts in the ether—celebrate the great succubus's rise to a lustful, sensitive True Succubus!

"Aha, so lively after all that♡ We have plenty of time. My sensitive, naughty pussy will pamper you…" she trailed off.

In cowgirl, her view widened, and she saw it—the glass, once filled with her golden liquid, was empty. Where had it gone? Evaporated? Moved by some hidden telekinesis? Spilled? The table and floor were dry.

She knew she shouldn't ask. It'd be too embarrassing, even for an awakened lewd succubus.

"Uooo!" he cried.

She rode him silently, her emblem's power forcing his climax with hers. Shuddering, she continued, no longer fainting. Using Succubus-Style Energy Drain, she sapped his essence, his face paling.

The pleasure was otherworldly, beyond any elf's magic. It felt like his very being was being drawn out, yet his body remained—a paradox of dreamlike ecstasy. Forced to release every few seconds, he'd long exhausted his reserves, yet she milked more.

Nothing comes from nothing. Life force fueled it. Death loomed, but dying for Albedo-sama was his honor.

As he thought to voice a will, life poured into his mouth. In cowgirl, she kissed him, not just draining but giving—Energy Gain, a skill of her awakened bedroom arts.

Sapping essence, giving life, cycling pleasure between them—an ouroboros, the embodiment of one and all.

To forget her possible consumption, Albedo rode frantically, overusing her emblem's skill until she babbled incoherently, drooling and clinging to his chest.

They spent the night joined.