Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

Enri was lost in a whirlwind of confusion. She didn't know what to do, why things had spiraled this way, or even what she wanted.

(Whatwhatwhatwhat!? What's happening!? Somebody help! Oh nooo! Too close! His face is too close! His breath… it smells… nice… No, wait! We're not married, we can't do this!! …But… but… UGH!)

Even with Nem and Jugemu nearby, she couldn't tear her eyes from the breathtaking beauty before her. In the dim room, lit only by starlight filtering through the window, his features seemed to glow with an ethereal shimmer. Her vocabulary failed her—beautiful was the only word that fit. His face was poison to glance at, fatal to behold up close. Reality itself seemed to fade. Already weakened by confusion, her limbs trembled, and his mesmerizing red and blue eyes threatened to melt her entirely.

"It doesn't matter who lives in your heart. For now, love only me," he whispered, his voice soft and shadowed.

"Ah…"

His beauty dimmed as he spoke, and her chest tightened. She recalled his earlier words about marriage—how he felt unworthy to choose a partner, destined perhaps for a loveless political union, separated from someone he cherished. Maybe he sought solace in this moment.

She couldn't let someone so beautiful look so sad. She had to comfort him, no matter what. A sense of duty surged within her.

"…Yes. I… love you."

"I'm glad," he replied.

"Mm… chu…"

Her first kiss was indescribably sweet.

On the other side, the man was slightly perplexed. Even his untrained eye could tell Enri was an innocent, unaccustomed to men. Would such a girl invite a man to her bed? Doubtful. Yet here they were.

If he backed out now, Solution would swallow him whole and not spit him out for days. Lupusregina would break every bone but his skull with gleeful precision. Narberal? Hard to predict. She might accept it with a sad look, or her next Heart Blow might shatter his chest entirely.

And Enri? She seemed a simple girl, yet bore the moniker "Bloodstained." Her immense power was undeniable—how else could she command thousands of goblins? If he hesitated now, her wrath might be unimaginable.

No choice but to press forward. Quoting a romance novel Solution had forced upon him, he noted her wavering eyes now glistened with desire. Silently thanking Solution, he sealed Enri's lips with his own, eager to see how their clumsy kiss would deepen.

Sadly, he didn't know her goblins were summoned by a magic item, not won through brute strength. Nor did he share her concerns about marriage. To him, it was just another label—cat, dog, or flying squirrel, it didn't matter. If Solution ever learned that…

Lying atop Enri, he kissed her, their lips meeting softly at first, then deepening. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart after a few gentle licks. Enri's lips parted slightly, and his tongue found hers, nudging it awake.

"Stick out your tongue, Enri."

"Y-Yes… mmph… chu… churu…"

Their tongues entwined, saliva flowing from his mouth to hers. Enri mimicked him, sucking his tongue, sipping his saliva. It had no taste or scent, yet felt sweet, delicious. She craved more, sucking harder, moving her tongue. The soft, slick warmth of it kindled something hotter within her.

(Oh nooo! I'm kissing him! My first kiss, and it's so… His tongue's inside, and mine's… This is so naughty! But he told me to, and… it's not bad… Why does kissing feel so good?)

When their lips parted, a thread of saliva connected their tongues. It snapped, falling to Enri's lips, and she licked it away instinctively.

"Eek!? …What was that?"

His hand had grazed her cheek—a simple touch, yet it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced. His fingers, slick as if coated in liquid, glided from her cheek to her neck, delicate yet stirring something deep inside her, as if he were caressing her very core.

"Ah… a-ah…!"

The sensation was new, tinged with sweet anticipation. It felt good—unfairly so, recalling how Nem had been petted earlier. But a bigger problem loomed: her chemise. His fingers caught its edge, threatening to strip her bare. It wasn't the act itself—though that was daunting—but her plain, patched nightgown, never meant for anyone's eyes. Compared to his glossy, finely tailored shirt and trousers, her worn garment was mortifying. She wished she'd waited naked.

"I-I'll do it myself!!"

"…Alright."

With a burst of desperate strength, she pushed him back, leapt up, and turned away, shrugging off the chemise. It fell away, leaving her bare. She glanced down at her body—no fancy brassiere, just her pert breasts, their tips hardened despite the warmth, betraying her wanton anticipation. Shame flooded her.

"Ah!? M-My… breasts… I mean, my… ah…"

"Lovely breasts," he said.

"W-What? No, they're… ah… mm… I-I'm making noises… au…"

His hands reached from behind, grasping her breasts, fingers sinking into their softness. Her voice escaped unbidden—sounds she'd never heard herself make. Their fullness spilled over his broad palms, soft yet firm. He teased her nipples, savoring their resilience, and Enri arched her neck, moaning loudly.

He buried his face in her neck, tongue tracing her skin, inhaling her scent. No sweat, just a rich, sweet feminine aroma—no perfume, just her. In Carne Village, water came from wells, baths a rare luxury. Enri had wiped herself clean with a bucket of boiled water, but it couldn't compare to a proper soak. Her natural scent, potent and alluring, stoked his desire.

(This… this is… his… p-penis? No way, it's huge! It can't fit in his pants!)

Pressed against her, his chest and something else—hard, hot, pressing into her backside—felt undeniable. It was too big to be contained, rising insistently.

"Your charm does this to me," he whispered huskily into her ear.

"Hauuu…"

His breath and words silenced her. He guided her hesitant hand back, and she touched it—scorching, hard, thicker than her fingers could encircle. Instinctively, she stroked it, learning its length, her inexperience no match for her body's urges.

"It's… so big… ah… Don't pinch my nipples like that!"

"You're the one making them so eager, Enri."

"Nooo! Don't say that! They're… standing up… hyau!"

His words hit her shameful truth, tears pricking her eyes. She wanted to cover her face with both hands, but one was occupied, so she hid behind her left.

"…Ah… ah…!"

His hand slid lower, grazing her abdomen, squeezing her waist, then dipping between her thighs.

"Open your legs… my sweet."

"Y-Yes…"

She resisted for a moment but yielded, spreading her legs—and remembered her panties. Practical, tied at the waist, they were clean but worn, slightly yellowed at the crotch. If he saw them, she'd die of shame. Frantically, she untied them, but they clung stubbornly. Lifting her hips, she yanked them off and flung them away.

His fingers didn't hesitate, gliding up her thighs to her core. Untrimmed, her pubic hair curled around his fingers, damp and slick. He parted her folds, finding her wet, his middle finger slipping inside effortlessly, then withdrawing to spread her arousal. He probed again, deeper, curling his finger.

"Ah! N-No! That's… dirty!"

"There's nothing dirty about you, Enri."

"B-But…!"

"Relax."

"Ugh… y-yes… mm…"

His finger plunged deeper, joined by another, stretching her untouched core, writhing inside. Enri, who'd never even touched herself, was overwhelmed. Her body, wetter than ever, betrayed her innocence. His fingers found sensitive spots, teasing relentlessly, and her walls softened, yielding to his touch.

Now, Enri lay naked on the bed, her breasts unyielding even supine, her abdomen rising and falling with ragged breaths. His face was buried in her chestnut curls, his mouth on her folds, licking and sucking. She didn't know the sensitive nub was her clitoris, but his intense attention drew high-pitched cries from her.

"Don't lick there! It's… nooo… ah… it's wrong, but… yaa…!"

Her first taste of pleasure was indescribable—not unpleasant, but mortifying. She spread her legs wider, pressing herself against him, hands clutching his head. White sparks danced in her mind, burning away reason. She wanted this.

"My heart… it's pounding… ah…! No, again…!"

Her grip tightened, her hips bucked, then collapsed. He withdrew his fingers, her open core pulsing, dripping with arousal.

He deemed her ready.

"…au? …P-Penis…?"

He positioned himself between her legs, lifting her firm thighs. In the dark, he pressed himself against her, finding her entrance. She tensed as he entered, her virgin body resisting his size. Pain made her curl her toes, but he held her close, kissing her gently as he pushed deeper, stopping short of fully entering.

"Relax. Breathe slowly."

"Y-Yes… but… it hurts… tsu… don't move!"

He kissed her softly, and she felt him inside, stretching her. Her thoughts raced—It's inside me… his penis… it felt so good before, but this hurts… It's too big… I'm not married, but… he wants me… that's… nice?

Her body adjusted, the pain easing. He moved slowly, her blood mingling with her arousal. Her walls embraced him, soft and warm. She clung to him, urging him to move, and he obliged, each thrust drawing moans from her. Her instincts took over, tightening and loosening with his rhythm, a natural dance she shouldn't have known.

"Ah…! It's… good…! ahn… my voice…!"

"Let me hear more, Enri."

"No… it's so… lewd…! ahn… you want my voice?"

"Yes, more."

"Y-Yes♡ ah…! It's… good! hiu… there… so good…! ahaa♡"

He varied his angle, hitting sensitive spots, her body responding eagerly. Her arousal soaked the sheets, washing away the traces of her virginity. Her cries filled the air, her scent overwhelming. She climaxed repeatedly, her body awakening to pleasure she didn't understand, her talent for it undeniable. His skill, honed by divine encounters, reshaped her entirely.

"My pussy… feels so good♡… your cock… ah… kiss me more… chu…"

Their union was a flood, her reactions driving him harder. Her womb met his thrusts, her cries peaking as she climaxed again, clinging to him, legs locked around his waist. Instinct, not reason, guided her.

"Does my pussy… feel good?"

"Perfect."

"I'm glad…♡ But… you haven't…?"

"Haven't?"

"Men… release, right?"

"Release?"

"I-I don't know much… it's my first time… from your cock…?"

"You only know that much?"

"Y-Yes… an adventurer mentioned his 'hot stuff'…"

"Hot, huh? My cock will release semen inside you."

"Semen… it comes when it feels good?"

"Yes."

"Then… put it inside me. Fill my pussy… make your cock feel good…♡ ah…!"

He gripped her shoulders, thrusting harder. Her cries grew louder, her walls tightening instinctively. She spoke of her pleasure, her voice raw and desperate.

"It's so good…! My pussy, my breasts… everything's tingling…! ah… your cock… feels good? I'm… so good…! hau…"

Her voice rose, her body tensed, and as he released inside her, she felt the heat, her joy overwhelming. She clung to him, kissing him, then froze—realizing what his release meant. A child. Unmarried. Yet the bliss of this moment was eternal, untarnishable.

"…Again?♡"

His cock stirred, still inside her.

"Once more?"

"Yes♡ As many times as you want♡"

He began again, her cries louder, their passion stretching into a third round without pause.