Chapter 19: A Feast Long Awaited

Albedo stood in Nazarick's Ancient Library on the 10th Floor, seeking ways to optimize operations. Ainz desired his minions' growth, and though Albedo despised the Ainz Ooal Gown members who abandoned Momonga, their collected wisdom was undeniable. The library's silence sharpened her mind. Not empty since Ainz introduced rest days and opened the library, maids dotted the reading room, though restricted areas remained. The Supreme Beings' records were a hit among Floor Guardians, but Albedo never touched them.

A maid caught her eye, arms full of books. "That exceeds the lending limit, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Albedo-sama, but I have Ainz-sama and the Head Librarian's permission."

"Ainz-sama?"

Why would Ainz bother with book lending? "You're not reading all those. What's the purpose?"

"Solution-sama's request."

Albedo inspected a few sappy romance novels. She dismissed the maid.

Solution, stationed in E-Rantel, played a merchant's daughter with no specific orders. E-Rantel, under the Sorcerer Kingdom, lacked Nazarick's sophistication and entertainment. Seeking novels made sense, but not for Solution's own amusement. She wouldn't dare remove Nazarick's books, even replicable ones, for herself. They were for him the man learning Japanese, for whom novels were ideal textbooks.

But why romance?

It irked Albedo, as if Solution were molding him. Shalltear's antics were worse her forged "oath" was voided, earning her three days' confinement. Yet her scent betrayed what happened. "If he chose me, what would you do?" Shalltear taunted, laughing. Albedo's retort—"Leave him to me, you cobwebbed !"—ended in a janken draw, fists and palms clashing.

Post-confinement, Shalltear returned to E-Rantel, each visit marked by that same scent, flaunting her conquests. He's my meal, yet I'm on hold while Shalltear indulges daily. Jealousy burned for both Solution and Shalltear not love, but rage at her possession being usurped.

A week after the tug-of-war fiasco, Albedo's abstinence ended.

In E-Rantel's grand mansion, in a dimly lit secret dining room, Albedo sat, legs crossed, grinding her footrest—the man's head. It was her rest day, post-abstinence. She'd summoned him, ordering him to kneel and bow, then kicked his head with her shoe.

"Demiurge visited, I hear."

"Yes."

"Why hide it?"

He couldn't contact her directly. She meant Demiurge's purpose, not his visit. "I didn't hide it. Demiurge-sama praised my mind, but I don't feel exceptional."

Ten years in confinement left him no basis for comparison. Albedo understood.

A week ago, Demiurge's words—"Nice find. He's useful, but only under you. I'll just pave the way"—sparked her visit, only to find him absent. The next day, she clashed with Shalltear, earning her week-long wait.

Sighing, she recalled admitting defeat to him, piquing Demiurge's interest. His honesty was clear, but her failure to see his potential stung. She let it go.

Her foot pressed harder. "You slept with Shalltear, didn't you?"

No answer was needed; his crushed face couldn't speak.

"Shalltear-sama desired it, and I couldn't resist," he gasped.

"Shalltear's a lustful vampire, but she wouldn't crave your cock instantly. What did you do?"

Her foot eased. He explained: Shalltear demanded his blood, raged at refusal, nearly turned him to a stain. In exchange for silence, she offered to help satisfy Albedo. Albedo had ordered satisfaction, which he tried to deliver, but she seemed displeased. Lacking practice partners, he sought Shalltear's aid, leading to her arousal and their tryst. She kept returning for more.

Albedo, face flushed and covered, recalled her own defeat a succubus bested by a human. Shame, pleasure, and pride warred within. She'd trained since, masturbating to Ainz and to outdo him, only to heighten her sensitivity. His touch now made her ache.

"So that's it," she said, easing her foot and dousing his head with potion to restore his face.

"But yesterday, you poured your cock milk into Shalltear too, didn't you? Planning to give me thin gruel?"

She knew a young man recovered quickly, but her jealousy flared.

"It's… likely your power affecting me," he stammered.

"Go on."

"Since you came, I've been having wet dreams after just a day."

"…What?"

He confessed: daily wet dreams, noticed by maids, mildly embarrassing.

"An embarrassing master won't do. Let Solution milk you sometimes she likes it."

He stayed silent, already milked by her. Albedo's approval would only embolden them. No need to stir trouble.

Sighing again, she lifted her foot. "Raise your face."

He looked up, kneeling. Albedo, still seated, had swapped her usual white dress for a sheer, unadorned sheet-like gown covering her from shoulders to toes. No cleavage, just rounded fabric hinting at her breasts. Her black wings fluttered outside it. A succubus's meal prep—naked under a sheet.

Smirking seductively, she extended her foot. "Lick."

"Yes, ma'am."

His hands cradled her smooth calf and heel, sucking her big toe, then each toe, tongue gliding between them. Her feet, fragrant and flawless, glistened with his saliva. He moved to her instep, then shin, slipping under the sheet.

"Continue," she commanded.

Reaching her knees, she uncrossed her legs, sitting shallowly, spreading them wide. His head bulged the sheet. She stroked it, guiding him to her inner thighs, kissing and sucking.

"Continue," she purred.

In the sheet's dark, steamy confines, her scent overwhelmed. His lips found her softer-than-lips folds, obeying her command to use only his tongue. Her nectar flowed, sweet and slick, as he lapped her virgin-tight entrance. She stroked his head.

(His tongue's different gentler. I don't like being handled softly, but it feels good. My pussy's gushing, slurped so loudly. Does my naughty juice taste that good? He's teasing my entrance knowing it's virgin? It'd be embarrassing if he did. My nipples are hard…)

She shed the upper sheet, kneading her breasts, licking her own nipples daily practice for her ample chest. Her saliva-slick buds hardened further, her body burning, womb aching.

"Lick more! Drink my juice!" she moaned.

Dropping the lower sheet, she saw him buried in her crotch, slurping loudly. Stroking his silver hair, their eyes met.

"Kiss me with my juice in your mouth."

He sucked hard, cheeks bulging, and stood. Their lips met, her nectar passing between them. She drank eagerly, savoring her own taste with his tongue, swallowing audibly.

Lips locked, she stood, the sheet falling. Guiding his hands to her ass and back, she embraced him, stroking his rock-hard cock through loose trousers. Tugging them down, she gripped his hot shaft, kneeling on the sheet to taste it.

Swallowing him to the hilt, she sucked fiercely, head bobbing. His groans fueled her as his cock swelled, unloading thick, hot seed onto her tongue copious, prolonged spurts.

(So long since I tasted this delicious, thick, hot, abundant! His wet dreams are real; he's never cum this much. It makes my pussy ache. If this filled my pussy, it'd be divine. It's hardening again in my mouth my mouth feels that good!)

She cleaned him with a final suck, his glistening cock still rigid. Standing, she teased his tip. "So much cock milk. Did my mouth feel that good?"

"Yes."

"I like honest boys. Still hard you can keep going, right?"

"Yes."

"Good boy. Now my pussy will make you feel good."

His voice rasped, "I'm… overwhelmed with joy."

"Relax. Tension kills erections." She kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest, stroking his cock and balls, feeling it twitch.

"Fill my pussy with your cock milk," she whispered.

He nodded, taking her hand. They moved to the canopied bed. Albedo lay back, her breasts softly flattening, a pillow lifting her hips, legs spread, toes pointed. Her tight, pink anus and glistening, lustful slit gleamed, her nectar dripping hungrily.

"Come," she beckoned, smiling seductively, her body flushed with desire.

He climbed over, kissing her softly, their tongues entwining. She drank his saliva, pulling him close, her breath hot in his ear.

"Put it in."

He lowered his hips.

(His cock's rubbing my pussy! Teasing my clit, coating itself in my juice. Hurry! He knows where it goes he's done it with Shalltear. No, stop that thought. He's pushing in! My virgin pussy's taking his huge cock. After cumming so hard with fingers, what'll this do?)

"I'm putting it in."

"Hurry, give me your big, thick cock deep in my dripping pussy!"

His tip entered, her ripe folds yielding. Just as he pressed deeper—

A loud knock rattled the door. Albedo's face twisted in fury.

She'd forbidden interruptions during her meal. Ready to behead the intruder, she heard, "Momon-sama has arrived."

Her head fell back onto the bed.