Momonga POV~
I looked towards the windows as soon as soon as the sunlight pierced the thin veil of curtains.
There was no yawn, no stretching of coiled muscles or the snap of bones. Just a relaxed feeling of comfort. Or was it surrender?
I'm not sure anymore.
The only thing out of place was the heat I was sporting and the slight sweat drenching my back.
I didn't need to look down to see what was happening to me. Not when the source was still draped around my body.
I ran my fingers against the thighs crossed over mine. Feeling myself twitch when her knee lightly grazed my shorts.
I ignored the soft humm she let out, and looked down at the raven haired beauty. Resting peacefully atop my chest and sighed...
'...I need to watch my words from now own.'
"Hmnmn~"
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Momonga had to resist the burning urge in him when he felt her nipples scrape against his abs.
Said burning urge that is screaming to roll her on her back, split he legs wide and pound down till she screams.
'... fuck!!'
He took deep breaths and relaxed. Thinking of anything but that. Something he fail to do spectacularly.
So instead, he went to berate his past self.
'I wanted to appease her and reward her at the same time... bad idea.'
She had been in a bad mood since she confessed her choice to let the Princess die. A choice, that at the time, seemed reasonable with the information she gleamed from both him, the Adventurers and the bandits. Not expecting that things were far worst that she had been led to believe.
Leading to them over playing their hands.
The reveal of a World Item.
Treasures they can only suspiciously explain.
And securing a Knightly title that admittedly tied them down in a bad way.
She had been racked with guilt and self blame. And words can only go so far.
'So I thought to reward her.'
Which in turn ended up being this.
'Her and I..., sharing each other's warmth and bed every night.'
His saving grace is the fact that she is surprisingly restraint. Able to hold herself back as much as he could.
He could still remember a couple of nights ago. The walls were thin. And from next door the sound of a coupling rang through their walls.
It was long before she was looming over him with wide yellow eyes, huffing and puffing out pink breaths from her mouth. Her thin crop top hugged her drenched chests, and shorts that nearly looked painted on her skin. And while he was hesitant in losing his third virginity in a reverse rape kind of way, she surprised him.
Albedo, for all her over flowing desire, shared with him a chaste yet lingering kiss. With both of them trembling in shared restraint from going too far.
Terrible memories tried to flood him that night. Moments back in the broken world he came from that he hated for all their pleasures.
But he didn't dare push her away. And instead held her closer than he thought he would.
Ever since then, for all the discomfort she could give. She was still his rock. His most trusted and surprisingly, the person that seemed to understand him more than he thought she would.
It wasn't perfect, but it was progress if her tears of joy are to go by.
Now, they share their nights together. Holding, hugging, and admittedly, kissing.
His train of thoughts ended when two yellow eyes devoured his point of view. And when a ghost of breath reached his lips, it made him smile.
And then their lips met.
It was chaste at first, seconds later, it wasn't as much with how he enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his. In less than a minute, they were moving in a way that tried to mesh themselves together. As close as possible.
And it felt good.
Her hands reached for his chest but Momonga suddenly flipped their position, putting Albedo on her back.
He watched as her eyes slitted and glowed. His mind churning sounds of her moans, her hums, and images of them together. Muffled, blurry, suggestive.
But he gritted his teeth over it, and sank his teeth of her horn.
"Kyaan~!"
Hearing her shirke in pain and arrousal drove the visions away. As if to retaliate, she then grabbed the hem of crop top, attempting to remove it.
But Momonga took her hands, and cross her wrists. Holding her hands firmly with one hand atop her head.
And without a barely restrained growl, smashed his lips with hers. With strength that would have harmed a human.
As their lips locked messily, mixing saliva and sweat in a lustful and haze filled attempt to mix themselves together. Albedo tried to make more physical contact, by rubbing her thigh in between Momonga's legs.
Needless to say, her actions rapidly eroded his restraints that his free hand roughly groped her chests through her clothes.
Sensing the upper hand, Albedo sent out more lustful haze. Hoping to drive off the edge, but Momonga moved instead.
He pride her legs apart, keeping himself in-between her legs.
He sent her a smug glare, but Albedo's eyes instead sharpened into amusement as if to say, 'gotcha'.
She wrapped her legs atop his waist and with her innate flexibility and strength, grinded herself against his growing member.
'FUCK!!!' Momonga internally screamed as her action chased him too fast to the edge.
Not wanting to lose, Momonga decided to go for broke.
Without breaking their deepening kiss, he let her go. Letting her hands wrap around his back.
Grabbed her thighs and adjusted her wet crotch pressed against his abs and strongly pinned her down. And then snapped his hands up, roughly wrapping itself around her ivory horns.
With a forceful shove of her horns, he stopped their kiss, separating for only an inch. And with eyes fixed into hers, gave her a chaste kiss first, then a lingering one while his rock hard abs grate against her pussy, and without warning, he let his lust followed.
Maintaining the chaste yet lingering kiss, while his body roughly grated against her body.
Albedo squealed into his mouth. With the first motion alone.
Then for the first time, their tounge wrapped around one another.
The image suddenly deepens through the very haze she released.
And she saw what he wanted her to see.
Wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, adorned with beautiful accessories.
His eyes fixed with hers.
A kiss both lasting but never feeling shallow.
With both of them, deeply connected through blood in between their nether regions.
Soaking both the dress and the bed with a beautiful red color.
One hand gently holding on her horn,
And the other clasped together.
Intertwined with a shining ring on her ring finger.
Albedo's action became frantic. As she struggled against his mighty form as if to chase the vision to reality.
Her body grated against his with speed and strength of a lust hungry whore chasing her climax.
Her ass clapped together as they lifted from the bed, just to reduce the gap between them to nothing.
And despite being cloth, they may as well not have them with how soaked they were. And with every scrunch or crumple, just adding more to the texture in between them.
And with a sudden grate of her clit against his abs, Albedo's eyes fluttered unevenly. Her head shaking, with her sweat slicked hair clinging to her skin.
Momonga seized the chance.
He pressed his forehead against hers. Glaring with lust at each other.
He grabbed her ass, and with all his strength, chased the same motion.
"Kyaaahh~! AUGH! Ohn! Ah– ah- Ahn~!"
Momonga smiled while his eyes memorizes her expression.
His hears remembering every moan, squeal and ragged breath.
How her body would shake with each motion.
Her beautiful hair that cling to her skin.
And her eyes that sent out so much devotion he could practically imagine the heart shaped pupils within them.
And finally came her shouts and whispers.
"Momonga-sama~ Momonga– Momonga-sama. MOMONGA-SAMA~!!!"
Momonga basked in her scent, her sweat, her voice, her expression and shivering presence as her climax peaked and then–
"Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama- MOMONGA-SAMAAAAA!!!"
He didn't care that the door crashed open.
He didn't care that maids and guards rushed inside with wide eyes, and hanging jaws.
No. Momonga only had eyes for the woman beneath him as her nails dragged bloody lines against his back while twitching against his grip with the sound of her fluids leaking from between her legs.
And at the end of scream, with one last ragged breath, she fell into a boneless heap against the soaked sheets.
Momonga let out a victorious growl. A couple more grating motion that had the cross-eyed woman jerking against the bed. With soft breath of amazement and relief, he kissed her.
This time, lovingly so that Albedo reacted with a soft humn.
But when her eyes landed on his still hard member, she realized with horror painting her sweaty face that she had failed to make him finish.
Her breath left her in horrified gasp as if her failure landed a physical blow, but Momonga simply smiled and whispered.
"...consider this... your punishment."
She bit down on her lips, as she spasms once more and with her tired arms, she held on to him. Silently asking him to stay.
A question that made him snicker in amusement and with a soft peck on her lips, he silently conveyed–
'..as if I would ever leave.'
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Momonga walked through the halls of the castle with the same comfortable gait he has been used to since he became Momonga.
He didn't shy away from the whispers, the suggestive looks that woman sent, the blushes sent his way.
If nothing else, he basked in the envy of men.
'I can see why a lot of people wants to reincarnate in a fantasy world... this can be addicting.'
Word of his and Albedo's... public coitus has spread like wildfire. And it had barely been an hour.
He soon arrived at Princess Sylvia's door. Guarded by Gazef Stronoff whom despite remaining stoic, couldn't hide the slightly coloring on his face.
Eyes trying to look elsewhere, and failing miserably as they landed on both Momonga slightly smug expression, and Albedo's barely restrained smile.
*kuhum-!
Momonga's cough knocked his senses back. And with an embarrassed smile, Gazed knocks on the door.
Receiving permission to enter. Momonga was greeted by the same blushing King and surprisingly... a slightly livid Princess that shot Albedo's smug smile an irritated look.
As if putting the nail on a coffin. Albedo said.
"Not without a written permission from your King, Princess."
"NO!" Ramposa shouts embarrassment. "That is not why you are here!" he then turns to his daughters and added. "Do not even think about it!"
The King pinched the bridge of his nose, and instead of lingering on the gossip and whispers, he directed the conversation elsewhere.
"Now!... What is this I hear that you wanted her to Fight in the War, Momonga-dono!"