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Rating:
Explicit

Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories:
F/M, M/M

Fandom:
原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Relationships:
Albedo (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Albedo/Traveler
(Genshin Impact)
Characters:
Albedo (Genshin Impact), Traveler (Genshin Impact)

Additional Tags:
Consensual Non-Consent, Dubious Consent, Mildly
Dubious Consent, consensual drug use, Drugged Sex,
Aphrodisiacs, Temperature Play, Overstimulation,
Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms,
Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Dubiously Consensual Blow
Jobs, Cunnilingus, Come Eating, Vaginal Fingering,
Anal Fingering, Foreplay, Desk Sex, Rough Kissing,
Rough Sex, Workplace Sex, Excessive Come, Semi-
Public Sex, Drunk Sex, Intoxication, Scent Kink,
Breeding, Breeding Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without
Plot, Biting, Missionary Position, Mating Press, No
beta we die like Rex Lapis, Dirty Talk, breeding talk,
Sexual Roleplay, Roleplay, Creampie, Anal creampie,
vaginal creampie, sex potion, reader drinks horny
juice, Dom/sub, sub!Reader, Dragonspine (Genshin
Impact), dom!albedo, Top Albedo, Sexual
Experimentation, experiment roleplay, Aftercare,
Albedo is a Homunculus, albedo has a breeding kink,
gender neutral reader, Reader is gender neutral

Language:
English
Collections:
przeczytane, zloto, genshin impact
Stats:
Published: 2021-02-17 Words: 8610 Chapters: 1/1
Comments: 334 Kudos: 8743 Bookmarks: 897
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Without Hesitation
starlight_poprocks
Summary:
Dragonspine is cold, and Albedo has a
way to warm you up.

(reader is gender neutral and no

gendered terms are used)

Notes:
please read tags carefully!!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Albedo’s laboratory camp is both cold and warm. Torches

crackle and pop softly, making the cave walls glow
orange tones, but there is no tent flap or anything of the
sort to fend off the bursts of icy wind. The tips of your
fingers feel almost numb, and you breathe on them to
try and warm them up.

“Here, let me,” the alchemist says, noticing you

breathing hot air on your bare hands. He takes your
fingers into his warm palms and gently rubs, utilizing the
friction to bring life back into your frozen fingers.

“Thanks,” you whisper quietly as you suppress a shiver.

Wordlessly, Albedo slips his arms out of his coat and

drapes it over your shoulders. You pull it close like it’s a
cape. “Won’t you be cold?” You ask. You desperately
don’t want to give back the jacket.

Albedo offers nothing more than a mild mannered shrug.

“I don’t get cold.” And he does not elaborate.

Outside is a black void. Far away from the city lights of

Mondstadt, the only light source you had were the
flickering torches around the cave campsite. It smells
pleasantly of firewood and charcoal, and you bring the
collar of Albedo’s coat around your frost-flushed cheeks.
The fabric smells like him and you find yourself closing
your eyes to imagine him holding you.

“You shouldn’t fall asleep sitting up.” Albedo’s voice

makes your eyes snap open. His cerulean eyes are
trained right on you, face buried in the neck of his jacket
and all.

You hunch it over your shoulders to overemphasize your

coldness, hiding within the cloth. “What, is it bad for
you?”

“It’s neither healthy or unhealthy,” Albedo supplies. “But

it can be uncomfortable when you wake, and you’re likely
to fall over in your sleep.”

You make a low noise absently. “I wouldn’t have been

able to sleep anyways. Too cold.” You shoot a hint of a
glance towards the alchemist, but his attention is already
focused back on his work.

The sun set hours ago. In fact, it was probably closer to

dawn. “Albedo, take a break,” you call softly to him. “At
least come warm me up for a bit?”

You hear the slight clink of a glass beaker being set down
on the wooden table as Albedo seems to contemplate
your request. When Albedo turns to look at you, you’re
holding open the jacket as a silent invitation.

He dips out of sight for a moment, retrieving something

from a drawer behind the wooden table. You hear the
sounds of glass vials tinking against each other. Albedo
stands up, holding a bulb shaped potion bottle by the
cork. He swirls it and you see the viscous liquid slosh
inside. It’s deep red like blood, but shimmers like glitter
is in it.

“This will help warm you up,” Albedo explains, passing

you the bottle as he sits on the log beside you. You stare
at the bottle as if it’s the most enthralling thing you’ve
ever seen, heart in your throat. “Go on. Drink.”

You waste no time popping the cork off the neck of the
bottle and downing it in one go. It goes down thick like
honey, leaving your mouth with a strange heady
aftertaste. You gulp, and it warms your throat as it goes
down.

Albedo gives a soft, low chuckle dripping with deceit.

“You really just drank a mysterious potion without
hesitation?” He lifts your chin to him, thumb resting just
under your lips. “How adorable.”

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, making your head

throb. With a few steady breaths, you manage to get it
to settle down. You stretch your arm over Albedo’s
shoulder to get his coat to encompass the two of you and
use it to scooch closer to him. Your thigh is pressed close
to his, and you inattentively tap your knee against his.

Albedo lacks any meaningful body heat to warm you up,

remaining a neutral temperature even in a frigid
environment such as Dragonspine. Lucky for you,
whatever was in the potion seems to start to seep into
your system. Your cheeks are pricked with intense heat,
and all of your muscles seem to relax slowly. You sink
into him all at once, shifting so you can lay your head on
his chest.

Before you realize you’re doing it, your hand travels up

the alchemist’s chest and to his neck. His breath hitches
in the back of his throat as your fingers ghost across his
diamond shaped mark. You turn his jaw toward your face
and crane your head up to lock him in what you intended
as a lazy kiss, but turns out much more fervent than you
expected.

You lean forward helplessly as Albedo pulls away,

watching coyly as you fall short. “So needy,” he teases.
He runs a hand through your hair and down to cup your
cheek. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, and you close
your lips around the pad of his finger without thinking.

Everything feels like it's moving at a different pace, as if

you’re moving too fast and everything else is slow in
comparison. You try to form coherent thoughts, but all
you can think about is how warm you feel. The gusts of
chilly air are no longer annoying, but a cool relief. Your
cheeks pound dully, flush spread across your face to your
neck and the tips of your ears.

You blame the heat in your cheeks on the warmth

radiating from the fire. Albedo slips a hand around your
waist to pull you into him and you melt into his touch.
His free hand twirls a lock of your hair between his
fingers absently, your mind wandering as you stare at
the fire reflections dancing on the walls.

An eternity seems to come and go and you feel as if

you’ve been slowly boiling in a pot. The heatwaves
overwhelm you, making your head spin and breathe
heavily through your nose.

“Ah- hot…” you mumble, pulling your way out of Albedo’s

coat draped across the two of you like a blanket. You try
to stand, but your equilibrium fails you as everything
goes slanted. Albedo catches you as you stumble, a
ghost of a smirk on his lips.

His face is a hair’s breadth away from yours, teal eyes

dancing with the fiery colors of the hearth. “You should
be more careful,” he whispers against your neck and the
shiver goes straight to between your legs.

You pant under your breath as Albedo presses

featherlight kisses along your neck and jawline, making
you squirm in his arms. “Ah- hah… Albedo…” Forming
words feels overcomplicated.

“You’re so vulnerable right now,” Albedo murmurs, left

hand sliding down to grab the plush of your ass. “I could
do anything I wanted to you.”

So close to you, you can smell the faint mustiness of

chalk on the alchemist, an ever present dull scent that
was so very him. A whimper escapes you before you can
stop it, practically liquifying in his arms.

Albedo gives a low coo. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His hands move at a deliberate snail-like pace as he
strips you of your shirt, slowly undoing the buttons
before finally it slides off your shoulders and onto the
ground.

Icy wind hits you and you sigh as the cold cools the heat
under your skin. You’re standing with shaky legs,
supported by Albedo’s weight as his warm tongue trails
over a hard nipple. You tremble and whine, but Albedo
just steadies you and nips at you. A brief flash of pain
makes you gasp as teeth connect with sensitive skin, and
the sensation is sent directly to your groin.

Your legs wobble involuntarily and your head feels filled

with a thick haze. Albedo only chuckles. “Look at how
helpless you are,” he purrs. He scoops you into his arms
and turns to set you on the edge of one of the tables.

The second your weight is fully on the table you go limp,

falling back onto your elbows. Your arms wobble with
effort and fall weakly out from under you as you pant
softly.

“What a willing little test subject,” Albedo hums

thoughtfully. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you
knew what was in that potion and still drank it.”

You can’t help but make a pathetic noise crossed

somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. Albedo’s gaze
is firmly locked on you, analytical eyes scanning all over
you. You feel hot under his intense stare. Your mouth
feels dry and sticky, and your tongue sits like lead.

Pounding frantically behind your ribcage is your erratic

heart, threatening to burst out. Short, hot breaths land
on Albedo’s neck as he peppers kisses over every inch of
your exposed chest. You want to reach a hand to run
through his hair, but your arms have never felt heavier.

“Your heart is racing,” Albedo whispers, lips pressed

softly against your pulse on your neck. “Do you fear what
I will do, or are you just enjoying this that much?” His
teeth sink into the groove of your neck and you have just
enough energy to whine.

When he finally pulls away, cold air meets the bite-

marked hickey, and you can feel it throbbing dully. Your
head feels both light and stuffed at the same time, and
your entire body is burning from the inside out.

The ache between your legs is almost unbearable. You

muster up enough strength to grind your hips up against
Albedo and you feel him smirk on your collar bones.

“How cute,” Albedo chides. “Do you really think you are
in charge here, even like this?” He strokes your cheek,
and you croon into his gentle, dainty hand with a soft
plea. A soft sigh escapes the alchemist. “Oh, no matter,”
he says in a resigned manner. “I am unable to resist you
either way.”

In one fluid motion, the lower half of your body is wholly

exposed to the chill, clothing tossed elsewhere. The cold
air hitting your wet sex makes you tense up, knees
trembling. Albedo’s smooth hands steady your knees and
slowly spread your legs open.

“Hm, interesting,” Albedo notes. He slides two fingers

along your sex and shows you the clear fluid of your
arousal. “It would appear the aphrodisiac is more potent
than I originally thought.” You can feel it dripping down
your legs.

He uses your own slick to lubricate you, fingers just

barely ghosting over your over-sensitive body. You twitch
and choke back a whimper. Albedo peers down at you.

“I’ve barely touched you,” Albedo says in a low voice,

almost devious. “Are the effects heightening your
sensitivity?”

To test his hypothesis, the tip of his index finger grazes

along your sex, hardly even making contact.
Nonetheless, the touch sends electricity through you and
you can’t stop yourself from sucking in a sharp gasp.
Albedo looks thoroughly fascinated in a way that makes
your throat go dry.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” Albedo mutters.

Next time? Your heart skips a beat.

Before you can clear the fog settled in your head to

speak, Albedo’s warm mouth closes gently around your
sex. All of your sensations seem to focus there, your
body practically in pain with desperation for release.

“Ah- Al… bedo,” you pant needily. “Nnh… please… it

hurts.” You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the urge to
cry.

The alchemist licks his lips thoughtfully. “Tell me,” he

asks, “are you in physical pain?”

With a rush of energy, you nod fervently. “Yes, yes, it… it

hurts, please.” You regard him with misty eyes. “I- I need
it.”

Albedo raises an eyebrow. “Need it? Do you mean to tell

me you aren’t enjoying the pain?” A hand travels down
the soft skin of your thigh and he pinches sharply with
his nails. “If I recall correctly, and I do, you enjoy the
thrill of pain mixed with pleasure.”

You whimper and writhe weakly, trying to search out any

sort of touch or satisfaction. Albedo inspects you coldly
for a minute before he speaks again.

“I’ll ask again,” he says. He looms over you and grabs

your jaw tightly in one hand. “Do you like the pain?”

With a choked exhale, you blink slowly and blearily up at

the alchemist. “Yes, I…” you pant, flushed and
disoriented. “I want it to hurt.”

Albedo lets go of your jaw and your head falls back. “As I
suspected,” he says with cool satisfaction. “However,” he
continues, settling back between your legs, “delaying
your gratification is not the focal point of this
experiment.” He fixes you with sly, half-lidded eyes. “It’s
to see how much you can take.”

You fail to hold back a breathless moan as Albedo wastes

no time working his mouth on you. “I can feel your pulse
down here,” he teases. “It’s almost like a second
heartbeat.”

With little to no verbal filter, Albedo was remarkably

adept at dirty talking. You wondered at times if he never
experienced such a thing as embarrassment or shame.
Your train of thought is a blur of incomplete thoughts and
silent pleas you don’t have the energy to vocalize as
Albedo draws out uninhibited moans from you.

Attentively, Albedo is committed to pleasuring every inch

of your sex so much it starts to be too much at once; his
hot mouth, his wet tongue, smooth fingers, all
unrelenting. Barely able to move, all you can do is
whimper and moan as you weakly squirm from the
stimulation.

With the only thing you feel capable thinking about being
your pleasure, you’re able to fight through the fog for a
moment to reach a hand out to the alchemist as you
approach your climax. Your arm feels heavy, and your
hand tingles as you stretch out to him as far as you can.

“Nnh- ah- Albe- Albedo-” you stutter out. “I- hah… cl-
close…” You’re vaguely aware of your slight incoherency,
but judging by the way his expression changes, he only
seems more captivated by you.

His free hand comes up to meet yours, soft fingers

rubbing your knuckles in such a gentle way it makes your
heart burst. You squeeze his hand as your orgasm
crashes over you like a tidal wave, hips shaking weakly
as you cry out.

All the while, Albedo’s mouth stays on your sex, even as

you twitch from the aftershocks. At first it’s nice, riding
you through the intense orgasm, but it quickly turns to
overstimulation making you tense up.

“Ah, ah, too- too much,” you whine. Your whole body
feels like it’s glued to the table you’re laying on, or
weighed down by some invisible force.

You feel Albedo glance up at you, your head thrown back

and sex quivering under him. His tongue does not ease
up. Albedo continues to overstim you, and once the
uncomfortable sensation gives way to pleasure again,
your protests die.

You thought your second orgasm would satisfy him. It

does not. Albedo does not falter or slow, not even to
breathe, as you shake feebly and moan shrilly. Your body
still feels like it’s burning from the inside out, a sheen of
sweat shining on your forehead and chest.

Even though your body zings with the overloading

sensations, you feel yourself aching for more. Your brain
is practically jelly, focused only on the fire inside and the
way it hurt so good. Albedo regards you with piqued teal
eyes, drinking your every reaction to his merciless
mouth.

Occasionally, Albedo would hum to send vibrations

through your nerves, making you sigh in pleasure.
Gravity pulls on you, keeping you in place on the table.
Although, as your extremities tingle with numbness, you
dully wonder if it’s got something to do with the drug.

Your moment of clear-thinking is quickly extinguished as

a third climax makes you babble senselessly, panting and
weak all over. Albedo graces you with languid strokes of
his tongue through this orgasm and you finally feel like
you’re able to breathe.

Chest heaving as you start to relax, you hear Albedo give

a quizzical noise. “Did you think I was going to stop at
three?” He asks. “There’s still more data to collect, my
little lab rat.”

Your heart squeezes at the pet name. Fond and

affectionate, but at the same time so… dehumanizing. It
makes your arousal spike once again, serving as fuel to
the hedonistic desires blazing just under your skin.

Time warps and stretches, making your head spin. You

swear you can feel your blood boiling, literally, in your
veins, and the edges of your vision spot. Your eyelids
flutter as you lean your head back, legs limp and weak.

Despite your sex aching with overstimulation, begging

for mercy, there’s something primal crawling in you
making you yearn for more. Your heart hammers wildly
against your chest, echoing in your ears and you can feel
your pulse throbbing in your hot cheeks.

Your moans grow weaker as numb exhaustion and

overstimulation take over, but that doesn’t stop Albedo
from continuing his onslaught. His neatly done braids are
loose and unkempt hanging in his face now, and you
want nothing more than to tuck the platinum strands
behind his ear.

Without taking his attention off of you, Albedo sweeps a

hand through his hair and lets it fall on either side out of
his eyes. You lock eyes for a moment, and he looks
thoroughly focused on you. So absorbed in his inhuman
beauty, you failed to realize the rising feeling of your
orgasm.

You tense weakly as your legs fall off the edge of the
table, but Albedo grabs your ankles and props them up
on his shoulders. His tongue swirls around every
sensitive spot as he drinks up your arousal and the soft,
lewd noises escaping you.

Albedo’s mouth leaves your sex, and you’re filled with

both relief and disappointment at the same time. He licks
his lips, swiping a finger over his top lip where evidence
of your last orgasm remained. His eyes remain locked on
you, panting heavily, as he sucks your fluid off his finger.

“You taste sweeter,” he remarks in a low voice. Slowly,

Albedo climbs onto the table until he’s looming over you.
“Care for a taste?”

Without waiting for an answer, Albedo’s tongue pushes

into your mouth and you melt into his passion. A sharp
mewl is swallowed up by his mouth on yours as one of
his hands travels down your abdomen to stimulate your
sex again.

Your head feels light as oxygen leaves you and your toes
curl as Albedo hand strokes you mercilessly. You gasp for
air softly as Albedo lets you catch your breath. He hardly
looks put out. A trail of saliva stretches from your tongue
to his as you pant open-mouthed, but the alchemist
merely looks amused at your lust-hazed expression.

He curls his palm against the throbbing pulse within your

sex and you try to squirm away to no avail. “Too weak to
move away or struggle,” Albedo coos into the shell of
your ear. His breath is warm on your neck. “Yet you
persist.”

The edges of his teeth scrape across the soft skin of your
collarbones and neck, occasionally stopping to tenderly
suck up a hickey. His hand does not relent, and as your
hips twitch with the telltale sign of an impending orgasm,
Albedo eats up your moans by sealing you in a kiss. Your
squeals go unheard as his tongue sweeps against yours,
making your mind go blank.

Albedo’s hand fucks you through your aftershocks once

more, and his mouth leaves yours when you stop
trembling under him. He raises his hand to you, stained
with the aftermath of your orgasm.

“Ah, what a mess,” he sighs. “One should clean their own

messes, don’t you think?”

He brings his hand to your mouth and you obediently

open to lick his fingers clean slowly and thoroughly. You
curl the tip of your tongue over every digit with mindless
precision.

You realize you really do taste sweeter than usual; it’s

not the first time you’ve tasted yourself off Albedo’s
tongue or fingers. The alchemist has something of an
oral fixation you didn’t mind fulfilling. For a split moment,
you’re graced with clarity as Albedo pulls his fingers from
your mouth. Lazily, you press a featherlight soft kiss to
his fingertips and regard him with a truly helpless look in
your eyes.

“Mm, how can I deny you when you look at me like

that?” Albedo hums softly, stroking your cheek with the
back of his free hand.

Albedo hops off the table and settles himself between

your legs again, sex still sensitive. You expect his
tongue, so when you feel a finger probe at your hole, you
squeak in surprise.

“Don’t worry, I will prepare you adequately for me,”

Albedo assures you. “After all, I don’t want pain to
overshadow your pleasure.”

The first finger slips in with ease, slowly moving in and

out as his tongue licks teasing strokes up your sex. He
uses just the one finger until he’s satisfied with the
sounds of your impatience and they way your hole
flutters in want.

Albedo allows you a second and you feel somewhere

between satisfied and yearning to feel full of him. He
scissors his pointer and middle finger open and close,
making low hums against your sex as you clench against
his fingers.

You’re murmuring nonsense, feeling like you’re on the

verge of tears. Sometime during fingering you, you came
again, but the pleasure was lost to the way Albedo
teases. Your thoughts jumble together into one big
indecipherable mess, but you couldn’t care less.

A third finger finally enters you and Albedo deliberately

probes the tight bundle of sensitive nerves inside you.
You keen into him just barely, overwhelmingly hot and
burning for it. He indulges you and your orgasm crashes
over you a lot harder than you expected. You moan and
cry from the back of your throat, and Albedo has the
decency to slow his movements down a moment.

An entire lifetime passes you by before you’re given a

chance to recover. By then, you’ve stopped counting how
many times Albedo has forced an orgasm out of you.
Your gaze falls out of focus, everything going fuzzy
around the edges.

The alchemist notices your lapse, and you see him stand
to look down at you. “You’re hardly lucid,” Albedo
remarks. His voice is gentler.

Clarity jolts through you at the hint of finality. “No, no,

no,” you ramble out pathetically. You struggle and fail to
sit upright, the potion still making it feel like your bones
are filled with lead.

“Tell me then,” Albedo whispers along your jawline,

leaving small nips. “How many times have you cum?”

“I- I…” you falter, trailing off. You lost count somewhere
after eight. You sigh weakly and let the back of your
head fall back onto the table with a soft thud in defeat.

“Ah, I expected you to lose count anyways,” Albedo says

with amusement. His breath tickles the shell of your ear.
“Fourteen,” he breathes. It sends a shiver down your
body. “Do you think you can take more?”

Your head spins. Between your legs twinges with

overstimulation so badly, there’s a part of you that never
wants to cum again. “C- can’t,” you whimper. But even
so, the heat pulsing throughout your body says
otherwise.

Albedo shakes his head. “I'm afraid that’s not the correct
answer. Want to try again?”

“It’s- hah…” you pant, heatwaves scorching every inch of

you. “...too- too mu- ah…- uch.”

Albedo tsks. “Incorrect again. No matter,” he shrugs. “I’m

finished with the first part of my experiment.”

The alchemist turns away from you and you can hear the
sound of fabric shuffling and papers being thumbed
through. “Orgasms thirteen and fourteen had a refractory
period of thirty-two minutes between them. Twelve and
thirteen had sixteen minutes between them. This pattern
suggests further stimulation would take an hour to reach
a fifteenth orgasm without the introduction of new
stimuli.”

His musings go in through one ear and out the other, and
you’re dully aware of the scrawling sound of pen on
paper. Even though you’re going in and out of lucidity,
you’ve always found his habit of talking aloud while
writing down his findings adorable.

“Onto the second phase.”

You hear the telltale sound of pants being unbuckled and

the cloth and belt hitting the ground. There’s the sound
of a drawer being opened followed by a cork popping off
and a squelching noise.

When Albedo walks back into your field of vision, there’s

an uncorked glass bottle of what looks like clear, pale
blue jelly in one hand. In his dominant hand, is his
erection, coated in the jelly.

“Wha…” you mumble, blinking in confusion.

“Oh, this?” Albedo tilts up the bottle for you to see. “It’s
lube, made from cryo slime concentrate. It’s quite cold.”

If he finds the lube cold, he does a remarkable job of

hiding it, although you doubt it’s really affecting him
significantly. He sets the bottle down on a wooden crate
and picks up his jacket.

“You will want this,” he says, handing it to you, as if he

expects you to sit up and grab it.

“H- hot…” you manage to pant out. Without his touch

searing you, the warmth builds inside your body, making
you dizzy and mindlessly lust filled

Albedo ignores your weak protest as he lifts your arms

through the baggy sleeves and flips the hood over your
head. “I can’t have my results tainted if my test subject
refuses to cooperate,” Albedo says icily. His tone spears
you through the heart. “So be a good little specimen,
won’t you?”

He takes your choked whine as agreement, tilting his

head to admire you. Under his analytical gaze, you feel
something like a cadaver on an examination table,
enforced by your immobility. You find yourself entranced
by his lovesick eyes, following the shape of the
alchemical symbol in his irises.

Leaning over the table, Albedo holds himself up with one

hand planted on the surface while the other lifts your
chin briefly to lock lips. Every thought you had
disappears as you melt in his mouth like milk chocolate.
You feel his dominant hand ghost down your navel, and
shiver shoots through you as the tip of his cock pushes
against you.

Albedo lines himself up against your entrance, slowly

probing his way in. The chill makes you tense, and your
hole practically pulls him inside. Albedo groans into the
kiss and you squeal in surprise at just how cold he feels
inside of you.

Your entire body seizes up when he bottoms out in you,

pale hips flush to your skin. His cock feels like it’s made
entirely of ice, making goosebumps prick up your arms
and nipples harden. You suppress a shiver, pulling your
shoulders together to hide within his warm jacket.

“You’re so far gone you can’t even say no,” Albedo

whispers on your kiss-swollen lips, teeth lightly biting at
your bottom lip. You whine highly in your throat and
muster the strength to lift a leg and try to nudge him
away with your foot.

Albedo looks amused, eyes alit with inquisitivity. Your

heel weakly pushes against his abdomen, and you flex
the muscles in your hole to try and push his cock out of
you.

“You’re going to skew the results,” Albedo growls on your

neck. His teeth meet your throbbing pulse and bites
hard. He grabs your ankle and lifts your leg up on your
shoulder. The angle puts strain on your adductor muscle
and you cry out.

“Ah- ow- ow,” you whimper, but what little movement

you had regained in your limbs has already been spent
trying to fight Albedo off you.

Albedo brings his hand and gently massages the

cramped muscle. “Don’t worry,” he mutters. “I won’t put
more pressure on your muscles than they can handle.”

He lets you relax your leg and the soreness fades away
quickly, but before you can breathe a sigh of relief,
Albedo begins to move in and out of you. You squirm
pathetically under him, but one hand planted firmly on
your shoulder is enough to keep you in place. There’s no
pain as your body grows accustomed to the feeling of his
cock buried to the hilt inside of you, but the chill feels as
if it’s pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You’re wet, warm, and velvet soft around Albedo’s cock,

taking him to the base with greed. He picks up a rhythm,
rocking his hips into you steadily as the table creaks
under the movement. Usually a consistent noise like that
would be annoying to you, but the only thing on your
mind was the primal lust making your core throb.

His length moving in and out rubs you in just the right
way that you find yourself panting soft, breathy moans
as you start to teeter on the edge of an orgasm. The
table shakes as Albedo picks up his pace and your eyes
roll backwards in mindless bliss. You weakly reach for his
arm, but there’s no vitality left in you to try and push
him off you.

“There’s no point in fighting me any longer,” Albedo

grunts out through his thrusts. “You’re helpless.”

You can’t stop yourself from clenching down on him as

your body quivers with a dry climax, spent from his
torture earlier. Albedo lets out a heavenly moan as you
tighten around him and his hips slam into yours and stay
there.

Warmth spills into you, contrasting the coldness of his

cryo lubed cock. The sensation makes your chest swell
with satisfaction as you feel Albedo’s member twitching
in the deepest part of you. He stays buried deep in you
for a few moments and you remain blissed out. You come
back to reality when you feel him pull out of you, and his
seed starts to drip out.

A pathetic whimper slips past your lips, distraught at the

idea of any bit of his release escaping you. Your hazy
mind begs you to push it back in with your fingers, but
that invisible force is still weighing down on you.

“I don’t plan on letting any of my seed leak out of you,”

Albedo hisses softly as he uses the head of his cock to
trace up the dripping fluid and ram it back into you. A cry
leaves you as Albedo starts jerking his hips with intensity
once more, lubed up with cryo slime lube again.

You feel so hot you’re cold, and so cold you’re hot. The