After savoring the lingering taste with a languid lick and swallow, Albedo usually returned to Nazarick without a word, her visits lasting ten minutes at most. Not because the man was quick, but because her sublime skill was overwhelming. Yet, this night was different.
Albedo didn't leave.
He couldn't ask why her orders were clear: keep his mouth shut. Nor could he open his eyes; that meant death. Lying there, exposed, felt awkward, but he was powerless. Albedo held all control, life and death included. Post-climax, he felt his manhood wilt, a sensation all too vivid.
"Why does yours shrink so quickly?" Albedo's voice cut through.
Risking his life, he opened his eyes. Her exquisite face glared at his flagging member with irritation.
"It's normal for men," he stammered. "Your pleasure is so intense, it drains everything. Recovery takes time."
"I know that," she snapped. "But you went three rounds with that woman."
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb. That Kingdom girl, Lanner."
His eyes widened, blinking in shock.
How had this scarred man survived until now? Protected by Re-Estize Kingdom's first princess, Lanner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself Lanner, for short. "Such terrible burns, I must save him," she'd said, sounding like a saintly princess. But, "Rescuing such an ugly man proves my kindness!" revealed a darker truth. Her virtue was a facade, her cruelty undeniable.
The truth was grim: Lanner, smitten with the young man, had doused his face with boiling oil to "claim" it forever. "This face is mine, always," she'd giggled. The pain was unbearable, dulled only temporarily by the Kingdom's black powder drug, never healed.
He knew this. Lanner didn't know he knew.
She was both his tormentor and protector. With a ruined face, honest work was impossible; the pain was relentless. He had no choice but to obey her every whim, including satisfying her physically. Their secret was known only to them or so he thought.
Albedo knew. She'd watched, cloaked in invisibility magic, swallowing hard as they coupled repeatedly.
"You knew?" he said, awestruck. "As expected of all-seeing Lady Albedo."
"Enough flattery. You gave that woman three rounds, but me only one. Explain."
"It's not about you, or me specifically," he began, "but men in general—"
"Skip the lecture. Get to the point."
He explained what aroused men.
Sight mattered. A beautiful face helped, but cuteness could work too. A curvaceous body, though, could stir him with a glance. Sound was key sweet moans or words made arousal inevitable. Scent, too—the musky aroma of a woman could ignite him. Touch was critical; a soft, shapely body drove him wild, especially when felt fully. Taste was vital tongues, more sensitive than hands, savored a woman's sweetness.
Albedo's face flushed crimson, mortified. She knew this her succubus nature ensured it. Yet hearing it spelled out was humiliating. If another succubus heard, they'd mock her mercilessly: "What, you didn't know? Seriously? Need a potion? Oh, you're actually clueless? Hilarious!" Her mind reeled, nearly breaking.
"I-I knew that!" she stammered, tears in her reddened eyes. "I knew! I'm not lying!"
Albedo unlocked a tsundere trait.
Her tearful, blushing glare was so adorable, his manhood stirred anew.
Their eyes met, her sulky stare piercing. He'd just said sight mattered, and this time, she hadn't ordered his eyes shut. Permission to watch her feast was granted.
Her beauty, flushed with shame, was enchanting irresistible to any man. She sat between his legs, stroking him gently, cupping his sac tenderly. Her long hair swept back, hooked behind a shapely ear, she glared up at him, leaning close. Her glossy lips parted, drool dripping to form a bridge between them and his tip.
The second round began with a wet slurp, engulfing him fully. Her cheeks hollowed, sucking tightly. Her mouth was soft, enveloping, divine. Her long tongue coiled around him.
No praise could do her beauty justice, yet here she was, lips parted, devouring him. Her fierce glare softened as she bobbed eagerly.
Slurping, smacking sounds mixed with her muffled moans and excited breaths filled the dark room.
He gazed, entranced, as her mouth melted him, the sight as thrilling as the sensation. Her white dress, long yet revealing bare thighs, exposed shoulders, ample cleavage demanded arousal as a matter of male courtesy.
Her thighs, parted, hinted at what her hand was doing beneath the dress, hidden from his view save for her raised hips. Faint wet sounds persisted when she paused to breathe or drool, a subtle squish-squish.
He longed to grab her head, her curved horns, and guide her, but that was a death sentence. Instead, he timed a slight thrust as she lowered.
"Mm!?" she gasped, surprised by the deeper plunge. Whether she noticed his mischief was unclear.
The second round took longer, but Albedo, tireless, reveled in it. Her mind chanted cock, cock as she rubbed her cheek against it, uncaring that her face glistened with saliva and his precum.
"Oh, my cock… so strong, so delicious," she purred, eyes gleaming with lust, head tilted coyly. "Give me your thick, sticky, hot milk. Fill my mouth♡." Her hands cradled him tenderly.
Her radiant smile nearly pushed him over, but he held back he had to finish in her mouth.
Sensing his pulsing, she knew he was close. She enveloped him again, ready to receive.
Then, her secret succubus skill activated.
Succubus Art: Albedo's Secret Technique – Enema
Her right hand, hidden in her dress, extended a finger. Having kneaded his sac and teased the sensitive skin beyond, she pressed into his tight rear, plunging deep. A twist inside triggered a torrent.
Her plush lips pressed to his tip, sucking clean even as it flowed. Thinner, smoother than the first, it was refreshingly delicious. Her finger remained buried until she drew the last drop.
"Your milk was delicious. Thank you for the meal," she said, a first, before returning to Nazarick.
Left behind, the man lay drained, as if dead.