Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Lupusregina had said it:

"Do whatever you want." "Use me as you please." "Take me freely."

These words didn't suggest gentle handling, like cradling a fragile treasure. Quite the opposite—they implied a desire to be taken roughly, like a beast. For a virgin, her werewolf nature was undeniably wild.

To meet her expectations, he placed a hand on her slender neck, praising her black choker, tracing her exposed collarbone, and hooking his fingers into the wide, frilled collar of her outfit. With a swift tug, he pulled it down.

"Eek!" she squeaked.

"What's this? Is Lupusregina-sama embarrassed to show her breasts?" he teased.

The modified maid outfit stretched impressively. The collar, pulled down past her shoulders, exposed her breasts completely—large, round, and bouncing like inflated balls. Lupusregina instinctively tried to cover herself, but her arms were trapped by the fabric.

"Ugh… it's embarrassing," she admitted, cheeks burning.

"Do you dislike being touched?" he asked.

"Uh… no, it's… fine," she mumbled.

"And being licked?" he pressed.

"W-What!?" she yelped. "…No, that's… fine too…"

Her face was crimson as she answered.

(I see. So that's her preference.)

He'd indulged in rough play with Rana countless times, and recently, Shalltear-sama had favored such encounters. He'd assumed Lupusregina wanted the same, but her shy responses suggested otherwise. Like her sister Solution, she seemed to enjoy being humiliated—a soft masochist.

(There's no other way to answer, is there!? Touching's one thing, but licking!? Licking my boobs!? Do humans really do that in mating!? …Wait, didn't Shalltear-sama get licked a ton last time? Eek!)

He grabbed her protruding breasts firmly. Her skin was smooth, slightly sweaty, and clung to his hands. They were soft yet firm, perhaps even better than Solution's overly soft ones—but he'd keep that thought to himself, lest she melt him. Her tanned skin made her areolas barely noticeable, but the reddened tips stood out vividly.

"This is what you want, right?" he asked.

"Y-Yes…" she whispered.

Virgin or not, she needed guidance. Instead of rough groping, he cupped her breasts, rhythmically stimulating them. His experience with Nabe's untouched sensitivity wasn't for nothing. As he kneaded, her untouched nipples began to swell.

"Don't look down. Face me," he instructed.

"Ugh…" she whimpered, blushing and averting her gaze.

It was crucial she see what was being done to her. Then, inspiration struck.

"Sit," he said, guiding her to the bed.

Lupusregina slipped her arms out of the maid outfit, baring her upper body. Meanwhile, he moved a full-length mirror beside the bed.

"Now you can see yourself clearly," he said.

The mirror reflected Lupusregina: her proud breasts exposed, her usual lively grin replaced by timid, teary eyes. Her skin, which she thought pale, was surprisingly flushed.

"Ah… no…" she moaned.

"Do you dislike it?" he asked.

His hands reached for her breasts from behind, whispering in her ear. She wanted to say she hated it but couldn't.

"Look in the mirror. What's happening to your nipples, Lupusregina-sama?" he murmured.

"Uh…?" She gasped, noticing them.

Her adorable nipples were painfully taut—sharper than when splashed with cold water or teased with ice. Lupusregina hadn't known they could swell so much.

"They're standing, aren't they?" he said.

"…Yeah, they're standing," she admitted.

"Do you know why? They want to be sucked," he said.

"What!? But I didn't—" she protested reflexively, fearing she'd angered him. Yet his words remained gentle.

"You may not think so, but your body disagrees. That's why they're like this."

"Aah! My nipples… no, don't…" she cried as he pinched them, her voice rising sharply.

His face buried in her neck, sniffing, went unnoticed as her senses focused on her breasts' tips. She couldn't believe a human man could make her react this way. Each movement of his fingers drew hot breaths, her eyes locked on her mirrored self.

She noticed his left hand untying her waist's lacing. She was being stripped. As he whispered for her to lift her hips, she obeyed.

The maid outfit slid to the floor, revealing glossy thighs, black garter belt, and matching stockings and panties.

"Do you want this touched or licked too?" he asked.

"Kyaa!" she squealed.

Her legs were spread, his middle finger resting on her panties, sinking slightly into the delicate fabric.

"I… want it…" she said, knowing no other answer was allowed.

Her panties were removed. Ordered to place her feet on the bed, she spread her legs wide in an M-shape, as described in certain texts. She wanted to look away but couldn't.

In the mirror, she saw herself—stockings and sleeves on, but otherwise as good as naked, legs splayed. His hands reached from behind, parting her most private place.

A faint, wet sound echoed.

Though her skin was tanned, the inside was a vivid pink, glistening in the window's light.

"Oh?" he remarked.

"What's that…?" she asked, nearly in tears.

No one had ever seen her there, yet he spread it shamelessly, touching and soon licking, with more to come.

"Look closely," he said.

"…" She froze.

His finger brushed her opened slit, then held it before her eyes.

"That's not my saliva. It's yours, Lupusregina-sama," he said.

"Mine?" she asked.

"Yes. See how my fingertip's wet?"

"I see, but…?"

"You made it wet. Know why?"

"Uh…"

"Your pussy's begging for my cock," he said.

"What!?" she gasped.

She hadn't thought that at all. Yet his finger was wet, and her exposed slit glistened. She knew more than Nabe—her body was reacting. (Did I wet my pussy!? Do I want his cock!? My body's a bit hot, sure, but… do I really want to mate? Want his cock inside…?)

She'd felt something from the breast play but wasn't writhing. It was only slight dampness, which would dry if left alone. But Lupusregina didn't know that. His embrace from behind and whispered words of love pushed her further.

"I love you, Lupusregina-sama," he said.

"Wha!?" she squeaked.

"No woman is as wonderful as you. You stole my heart at first sight."

"W-What…?" she stammered.

"Please accept my love."

"Ugh…" she faltered.

(He loves me!? Didn't he say he wasn't interested!? Yesterday, he and Solution… Wait! Did he plan this!?)

Lupusregina's rare attempt at thinking kicked in. (He loves me. Wants to… not mate, but have sex. He threatened me to lead me here. How cunning! Worthy of Demiurge-sama's praise! So… I'd be a fool not to enjoy it!)

Her logic faltered, muddled but enough to shift her mindset. Her body mirrored her heart, her opened slit dripping like honey.

(Her tension's gone. Who knew Shalltear-sama's lessons would come in handy?)

Saying insincere things sincerely was a trick learned from Shalltear-sama. Prostitutes had taught him that bedroom sweet-talk was essential for arousal. Unbeknownst to him, it was in the texts too—fictional masters shouting, "Get pregnant! Bear my child!" during climax, though actual pregnancy would be troublesome. Bedroom words were mere fantasy.

"Ahh!" she gasped as he pushed her onto the bed, climbing atop her, sealing her lips with his.

"Mmm… chu… ahh… mmph… chu…" she moaned.

Him above, her below, his tongue slipped into her mouth, forcing it open. The saliva she'd thought dirty flowed in, and with their lips locked, she had no choice but to swallow.

(I'm kissing… His tongue's in me, his saliva… I swallowed it… It's not bad, though. He smells nice… The breast stuff wasn't bad either. But he hasn't licked them yet… Will he?)

"Aah! My breasts… don't suck like that! Haa… no… my nipples… they'll come off… Are Lupu's nipples that tasty?" she cried.

He didn't answer, sucking harder. Her taut nipples were elastic, fun to pinch with lips, suck strongly, roll with his tongue, or nibble gently.

"Where're you touching!? No fingers! Lupu's a virgin, you know! Ah, ah, aah!" she protested.

Unlike before, his finger slid in effortlessly without saliva, welcomed to the hilt by her hot, virgin flesh.

Lupusregina moaned loudly. Kisses silenced her occasionally as his fingers moved, her fluids soaking his hand and the sheets. Two fingers were accepted easily. When he spread her legs before the mirror again, showing her wetness, she shook her head, tears falling. His vigorous fingers and her copious fluids sent droplets splashing to the mirror. Not just arousal—she squirted, soaking the sheets like Albedo-sama's infamous "bedwetting."

"Will… you put it in?" she asked.

The foreplay had lasted over two hours. Lupusregina had climaxed repeatedly—five times, she'd counted, then lost track, overwhelmed by pleasure, surrendering to him.

"I… came so many times… Your cock hasn't, right?" she panted.

He'd made her say "pussy came." The first time was embarrassing, but it was true. By the second, it slipped out easily, each utterance amplifying her pleasure.

"I was thinking it's time to put it in," he said.

"Time!? I've been begging for it!" she exclaimed.

She had—repeatedly, of her own accord, genuinely wanting it. Was it fear of the endless pleasure, a desire for more, or a need to satisfy him?

"Wow, your cock's huge!" she gasped. "…I mean, it's my first time seeing one, but it's so big it feels huge!"

"…Thanks," he said, unsure how to respond.

His erection had been ready for a while, sustained through her foreplay. He'd resisted, unlike with Nabe's breasts, which he could handle without arousal. Albedo-sama's allure might've undone him—this was good practice. Lupusregina's gaze was fixed on his cock, curved to his navel.

She touched it tentatively. "This'll go in my pussy… lick… a bit salty?" she said, suddenly taking it into her mouth, coating it with saliva. Her soft lips left the tip glistening.

"It's hot and hard… This'll shoot semen and breed me, right?" she said, stroking slowly, her knowledge surprising for a virgin. Sitting on the bed, she looked up at him; standing, he gazed down.

She released him and lay back, legs spread. Her unused vaginal opening pulsed, dripping eagerly. He slid his hands along her thighs, finding her lips already parted. He pressed his tip against the small, dark hole.

"Lupu's gonna be your woman, huh? ♡" she said, more enraptured than excited, smiling softly.

As he pushed forward, she gasped, their pubic hair brushing, her depths stretched, her virgin blood marking her surrender.

"Aaah… It's in… in my stomach… I can feel your cock twitching in my pussy…" she moaned.

Her vagina was shockingly hot, especially compared to Shalltear's cold vampire flesh two days prior.

"I love you," he said.

"Hya! I… I love you too! Ah, ah, nngh! My pussy feels so good! I love your cock!" she cried.

Despite her virginity, the ample foreplay erased any pain. She took his thick member fully, writhing. Her arms clung to his back, her raised legs tense to the toes. Her flesh tightened around him, her fluids gushing with each thrust, soaking their pubic hair.

"You! Haa, ah, my pussy's so good! I'm… gonna come again!" she screamed, tears of joy falling.

Whether due to her werewolf nature or natural talent, Lupusregina abandoned reason, drowning in lust. Even declaring her climax, her flesh writhed, begging for more.

"This… feels even better… I want two of you! But I only love you! ♡" she panted, reaching to stroke her clit, parting her wet pubic hair. The engorged bud peeked out, slick with her fluids.

"My clit and your cock feel so good… Haa, my insides are being scraped… Does my pussy feel good for you?" she asked.

"Absolutely amazing," he replied.

"Hehe… Your cock's the best! ♡ Ah, haa, aah!" she moaned.

As she teased her clit, he grabbed her breasts—not gently, but firmly, as learned from Rana, Nabe, Shalltear, and prostitutes.

"Lupu," he said.

"Call me Lupu!" she insisted.

"Where do you want me to come?"

"Come… your semen?" she asked.

"Your pussy's so good, I'm about to come."

"From your cock… in my pussy… Haa, saying that makes my stomach burn…" she whimpered, brows furrowed, abandoning her clit to cling to him.

"It's gotta be in my pussy! Fill Lupu's pussy with your hot semen! …Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming! You saying that made me come! I'm not the lewd one, okay?" she pleaded.

"I know, sweet Lupu," he said.

"Hehe… Come in my pussy! ♡" she begged, her smile radiant.

Kissing her, she buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent, her body heating further.

"Here it comes," he warned.

"Yes! Fill my pussy! Aah, your cock's so hot! It's bigger! I'm coming again!" she screamed.

Buried to the hilt, his tip pressed against her womb, releasing a torrent of semen. The long foreplay and intercourse made the release copious and prolonged, filling her virgin womb.

Feeling his pulsing cock, Lupusregina knew he'd come, imagining his seed flooding her womb—the sacred space for a child.

"Your semen's in my stomach… I'll have your baby… Our baby! ♡" she cooed, clinging sweetly.

He pondered if a human and werewolf could conceive, lost in life's mysteries.

The lengthy foreplay was meant to satisfy her with one release. But Lupusregina wanted more—doggy style next, her beautiful back and spanked buttocks a delight. She demanded a third round, and though he protested fatigue, her healing spell restored his stamina—and, shockingly, his semen. If healing restored blood, perhaps it could replenish semen too.

This was bad. If Solution found out, the consequences would be dire. His limit had been two, sometimes three, max five times a day. Now, five could become standard, with seven or ten possible. He considered silencing Lupusregina, but her blissful, radiant smile suggested words wouldn't sink in. A time limit would have to do.

For Albedo-sama's visit, he'd rely on her healing.