Chapter 21: Attempted Murder of Onii-sama

Albedo parted the curtain, sat on the bedside, and gazed at the sleeping man's face. His peaceful breaths filled the silence. Even stroking his cheek, he didn't stir. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, filled with affection.

Merciless to enemies, especially for Ainz-sama, Albedo was a beast. Yet, for Nazarick's kin, even Shalltear, she held genuine care. This man was joining that circle. Initially a mere "milk machine," his decent looks and pledged loyalty fragile human though he was weren't displeasing. Unlike others' gazes, his held distinct loyalty or perhaps more, but he knew his place.

"You confirmed Momon-sama's feelings. Good," she whispered.

"Albedo…sama…" he mumbled in his sleep.

She smirked, wondering about his dream. Licking her lips, she imagined surpassing it with pleasure. Alone, she'd savor him, her face twisting with lust.

Stripping the bedding, she untied his nightgown, revealing his lean, toned body. His flaccid member and tight sack felt cool under her touch. Gently kneading, she warmed it, coaxing slight growth.

Grinning, she had hours till dawn. Holding the base, she let saliva drip onto the tip, spreading it with slow strokes. Within moments, it hardened, throbbing. Releasing it, it stood firm.

Her throat purred. He slept deeply, as always when she began. She shed her dress, folding it neatly, and resumed stroking, pondering how to indulge.

Vagina last, but first? Mouth, hand, or breasts? He loved sucking them… Her nipples hardened at the thought. They want it. But if he wakes, he'll ravish them, and my vagina… it's already wet. No, Albedo, wait.

Oral or hand left a free hand, tempting her to touch herself. Both hands needed. Spreading his legs, she nestled between, pressing her breasts around his shaft for a titjob. Sliding with saliva, her tongue teased the tip, fingers pinching her nipples.

"Hot… feels good," she moaned, licking pre-cum. Unable to resist, she took him deep, sucking while teasing her nipples. Lying beside him, she inhaled his scent, one hand on her nipple, the other slipping to her soaking vagina.

"My pussy's drenched… wants your cock," she gasped, a virgin succubus craving him. She'd learned vaginal pleasure from his fingers. Now, she fingered herself, stroking her clit, licking his shaft, and sucking the tip.

Her moans and wet sounds echoed. Her juices soaked the sheets. She climbed atop him, rubbing his cock against her dripping slit, mixing their fluids. The friction drove her wild, climaxing lightly.

"My pussy wants your cock deep… fill my womb," she pleaded to the sleeping man. As a succubus, she'd take it all.

"I'll eat your cock with my virgin pussy. You're my first," she purred, lifting her hips. Guiding his cock, she rubbed it against her slit, both drenched and ready. Aiming for her entrance, she felt the thrill.

"If you satisfy me, I'll love you… after Momon-sama," she vowed, knowing that barrier was absolute.

"Itadakimasu," she said, lowering herself.

It didn't enter. Her hymen resisted despite her arousal. She expected slight resistance, not this. Adjusting, she tried again, but failed. Frustration grew.

Math time: A cylindrical peg fits a hole of equal depth but slightly wider diameter. Alignment and angle must be perfect, or it won't fit. Force risks damage. If it doesn't slide in, the approach is wrong.

A virgin succubus, Albedo lacked experience. Shalltear succeeded in cowgirl with a conscious partner adjusting angles. This man slept, his erection useless without guidance. Pride forbade asking for help admitting failure as a succubus was unthinkable.

She thrust down with her level-100 strength. The result was catastrophic.

He awoke, screaming, "Argh!?" Blood sprayed, teeth or bone fragments scattering. His face was ruined, blood soaking the pillow.

Panicking, Albedo muffled his scream, but her strength crushed him further. Realizing he'd die, she spotted a Nazarick potion by the bedside not for her attacks, but Solution's potential mishaps. She poured it over his face, restoring him.

Unable to continue, she fled, grabbing her dress and teleporting to Nazarick. He slept on, oblivious.

Next morning, Solution crept in for her "first shot." Finding the broken lock and blood-soaked room, her smile faded. Her beloved Onii-sama slept peacefully amidst the carnage.