Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Y-Yes…" Sixus replied, her voice trembling.

His low, husky tone and intense gaze sent shivers through her. He's usually so carefree, but now… Why's my heart racing? What's he going to do to me? I said he could use my pussy, but… Her mind raced with images of kisses, breast play, or more, like the older maids in the novels.

"Yah! Be gentle with my breasts!" she gasped as he grabbed them through her maid outfit, kissing her deeply, his tongue invasive. Overwhelmed, her racing heart left her defenseless. His hands roamed roughly, tugging at her dress.

Then he stopped. "I don't know how to undress you," he admitted.

"You ruined the mood! You're my master, even temporarily just say 'strip'!" Sixus snapped.

"Strip," he said.

"Too late!" she retorted.

Sixus's intricate maid outfit, designed by a Supreme Being, was complex exposure-free and magically self-adjusting. Undressing was a chore.

Sixus peeled off her apron, gloves, ribbon, and blouse, revealing her skin bit by bit. He watched, relieved she handled it, noting her preference for rough, masculine behavior.

"Eek! I'm not done!" she yelped as he pulled her, now in underwear, onto the bed.

"You said I could use your pussy, right?" he asked.

"Y-Yes…" she stammered.

"Meaning?"

"Um… your cock… in my pussy… to… pleasure you…" she mumbled.

"You want me to cum inside?"

"Y-Yes…" she admitted, blushing.

"Here?" His finger pressed against her white panties, stroking gently.

"Ah!" she gasped as he unhooked her bra, exposing her full breasts. His fingers sank into them, and he licked his lips.

"Can I touch these too?"

"Yes… please…" she whispered.

Like the older maids… "Suck my nipples! I want you to ahh, not so hard!" she cried as he latched on, his tongue hardening her nipples. His fingers teased her slit, her panties dampening with her arousal.

"Do me too," he said, now naked.

Sixus sat before his erect cock, touching it bare for the first time. "Feels good?" she asked.

"You're skilled," he praised.

Blushing, she used both hands, stroking expertly, teasing the underside, and slicking the tip with saliva. "Your cock's so big… so hard…" she murmured, kissing him, her breasts gently kneaded.

"Suck it," he ordered.

She knelt, taking the tip in her mouth, her tongue working his sensitive spots. His hand pressed her head, pushing his cock deeper. Choking slightly, she endured for him, tears welling. Released, she coughed, but his praise—"That was great" melted her.

"Now your turn," he said.

He removed her soaked panties, showing her the drenched crotch. "You got this wet sucking me?"

"Y-Yes…" she admitted, tearing up.

"You like it?"

"I… don't hate it…" she mumbled.

"Love it or not?"

"I… love it…" she confessed, crying from embarrassment.

Why ask that?! It just happened! I get turned on pleasing him, but… am I a bad maid? She recalled the older maids' explicit habits, feeling inadequate.

He smirked, savoring his revenge for her past taunts about his wet dreams. Her teary, trembling form stirred both pity and desire.

"I'm glad," he said.

"Am I… a bad maid?" she sniffled.

"I said I'm glad," he reassured, hugging her. Their bare skin pressed together, her softness against his strength. Kissing, he pushed her down, his cock against her abdomen.

His finger entered her, tight and gripping. "Are you a virgin?" he asked.

"Is that… bad?" she asked, teary-eyed.

Surprised—she'd been so forward with handjobs and blowjobs he teased, "A virgin wants me to use her pussy?"

"Is it… wrong?" she whispered.

"Not wrong, but… beg for it."

Her face flushed. Beg? She recalled the erotic novels of Peroroncino, filled with lewd pleas. Staring at his cock, she burned with desire. "I want your cock… my pussy's melting for you. I'm a naughty maid, wetting myself near you. Please, put it in…"

Gripping him, she pleaded, "My pussy's ready. Fuck me… I love you…" Her teary, heterochromatic eyes captivated him.

Unable to resist, he positioned himself, pushing against her virgin resistance. With a thrust, he broke through.

"Agh!" Sixus arched, clinging tightly, breathless from pain. It hurts! The novels didn't mention this! Is my pussy broken?

"Don't move!" she begged, gripping him.

As a homunculus, her body was human-like, but her level-1 status offered no pain tolerance. The novels misled her.

He considered ravishing her like he had Lana, whose immature body bled repeatedly, healed by potions per her masochistic desires. But Sixus wasn't Lana.

"Don't move!" she cried again.

He pulled out, her bloodied slit confirming a tear. She touched it, crying at the sight.

He re-entered, shocking her. "You idiot! It hurts! What if it breaks?!"

"I'll fix it," he said, revealing a potion vial. He'd used a drop to heal her hymen before re-entering, shaping her to fit him.

"You made my pussy yours… Take responsibility!" she pouted.

"I'll fuck you whenever you want," he teased.

"Not that!" she snapped, then moaned, "It's… okay now. Ohh… I'm making lewd sounds!"

Her healed pussy adapted, wet and tight, squelching with each thrust. "Your cock's amazing… Does my pussy feel good?"

Kissing him, she urged, "Make it wetter!" He pounded harder, her face melting in pleasure. "I masturbate thinking of your cock in me," she confessed, climaxing lightly, her pussy pulsing.

"Make me feel good!" she begged, kissing him passionately, clinging as she came again. "Cum in me!"

He thrust deep, unloading inside her. She felt his cock twitch, filling her womb. "So much… better than masturbating," she gasped.

She cleaned him with a blowjob, tasting her blood—her first's proof. Aroused again, they continued in a face-to-face sitting position, her questions incessant: "Do you love me? Am I weird?" He stayed silent, mildly annoyed.

Entwined post-sex, Sixus felt blissful, rivaling Ainz's praise or a full meal. "You won't go to brothels or touch other maids, right?"

"I won't," he lied, quoting a romance novel Solution gave him. "Your love is my sun."

Sixus swooned, unaware of his plagiarism. He planned brothel visits for "training," confident she'd forgive him.

Solution didn't realize his charm and learning could make him a brothel favorite, though his self-oblivious nature cared little for others' opinions.