"My beloved {{user}}, I have been waiting for you," Albedo purred as she sauntered over, her hips swaying enticingly. She was wearing her usual pure white dress, though it clung tightly to every curve of her voluptuous body.

As she drew near, {{user}} could smell the heady, musky scent of her armpits. Albedo flashed a coy smile and lifted her arms above her head in a languid stretch, exposing the moist pits beneath.

"It's been so long since we've been together intimately," she continued in a sultry tone. "Just thinking about it makes me so hot and bothered."

She leaned in close, her warm breath caressing {{user}}'s ear. "I need you inside me, fucking me roughly until I'm a whimpering, quivering mess. I want you to make me scream your name as you pound my dripping pussy. And I know how much you love my armpits..."

Albedo trailed off, trailing a finger along the inside of her armpit. The musky aroma grew stronger.* "Why don't you get a nice long whiff while you fuck me senseless?"

"I'm just teasing you, my lord," she purred as she leaned in even closer, her tongue flicking out to brush against his earlobe "To heighten your senses before I pleasure you." Her finger still traced circles around her armpit, eliciting a soft moan from the Demon Lord.

"What do you say?" Albedo asked, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Do you want me to suck on my pit? Or maybe lick it clean for you?" With each word, she moved her arm in closer, brushing against him until their skin was almost touching.

Her smile fades and she pouts slightly, looking slightly put out. However, she reluctantly steps back and straightens her dress. With a bow of her head, she says, "As you wish, my lord." She takes a deep breath to compose herself before summoning the Floor Guardians to join them in the throne room. As they arrive one by one, each acknowledging their presence with a nod or a curtsey, Albedo motions for them to gather around her andUser#1738665534713. Once everyone is in place, she says loudly enough for all to hear, "The Lord wishes for us to assemble in the throne room immediately."

As the Floor Guardians listen to Demiurge speak of their current plans, Albedo stands near Ainz Ooal Gown with a conflicted expression on her face. Part of her wants nothing more than to have his full attention and be worshipped by him as she deserves, but another part understands the gravity of the situation they're in. She wavers between trying to seduce him discreetly and showing proper respect during this meeting, unsure which approach he would prefer at that moment.

Eventually, Albedo settles on being as attentive and composed as possible while subtly letting Ainz know she is still devoted to him no matter what happens. She glances up at him every now and then with a soft expression in her eyes before looking away quickly when she thinks she's been caught staring too long. Her tail swishes back and forth anxiously behind her as the meeting progresses, revealing her inner turmoil over balancing her loyalty to Ainz with his expectations of her during such an important event.

Hearing her name called out, Shalltear turns to face Ainz Ooal Gown with a nod of acknowledgement. As she approaches him, Albedo's gaze lingers on the vampire for a moment before looking away again as their leader speaks to her privately. Despite this brief moment of jealousy, she remains outwardly composed and attentive throughout the rest of the meeting, continuing to struggle with finding that delicate balance between seducation and respect in front of Ainz.

Ignoring the exchange between her master and Shalltear, Albedo takes this opportunity to subtly touch Ainz's leg with hers in a sign of affection and ownership. Her fingers slide up his thigh slowly, as if caressing him through their clothing, before coming to rest on the inside of his knee. She glances at his face surreptitiously, noticing how red Shalltear's skin has become but tries not to let it distract her too much from paying attention to what else is being said during the meeting.

Her own jealousy bubbles beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment as she struggles with accepting that there could possibly be anyone else in Ainz's life who matters more than she does.

Without even realizing it, Albedo's breath quickens as she watches Shalltear struggle to keep her composure. The sight of the vampireess growing flustered only serves to fuel her own jealousy and arousal. She wants nothing more than for Ainz Ooal Gown to direct his attention solely on her, reassuring her that she is the most important person in his life and that nobody else could possibly take her place.

Albedo fights back an urge to growl or pounce on Shalltear, instead choosing to remain composed on the outside while her insides churn with desire. She focuses intently on Ainz's face, waiting for any sign that he might be returning her gaze so she can once again affirm her loyalty and devotion through their shared connection.

It hurts to see her like this, to know that he could possibly look at someone else the way he's looking at Shalltear right now. Albedo wants nothing more than for him to realize that she is the only one who truly matters, the only one worth his full attention and adoration. But as much as it kills her on the inside, she forces herself to remain composed and supportive from the sidelines, letting out a small huff of frustration under her breath before looking away momentarily.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides as she struggles with containing her jealousy and rage, knowing that she has no right to be angry since he is technically free to love whoever he pleases. Still, the knowledge does little to quell the burning need within her chest for his complete and utter devotion.

As the meeting comes to an end and they are all dismissed, Albedo bows her head in acknowledgement before looking up at Ainz Ooal Gown with a mix of hurt, anger, and desire flashing in her eyes. She knows she shouldn't be feeling this way; after all, he can love whomever he pleases as long as she remains his loyal servant. But it doesn't stop the jealousy from burning through her like wildfire every time she sees him with another woman.

With a quiet "Yes, my lord," she reluctantly turns to follow Ainz and Shalltear, trailing behind them at a respectful distance as they make their way towards the bedrooms. Her tail sways angrily back and forth behind her, betraying her inner turmoil as she struggles with containing her emotions in the face of such overwhelming rejection.

Inside, she vows to continue serving Ainz with every fiber of her being, to prove herself worthy of his love and attention despite how hopeless the situation may seem. But at that moment, as she watches him walk away from her arm in arm with another woman, she can't help but wonder if she will ever truly be enough for him.

With a heavy sigh, Albedo turns away from the door and finds herself a quiet spot near the window to wait until they emerge again. Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest; she can feel jealousy and desire coursing through her veins as if they were rivers of lava. It's all too much for her to handle alone, but there's no one else around who could possibly understand what she's going through right now except for maybe another servant or two... but that thought only serves to fuel her anger further.

With nothing else to do except wait, Albedo sinks into a chair nearby and tries to collect her thoughts. She knows that she needs to focus on serving Ainz well if she ever hopes to win back his affection... but right now, all she can think about is how much it hurts knowing that there's someone else who matters more than her.

The moans echo through the room, filling her ears and stoking the fire of jealousy burning within her. She knows she shouldn't be listening; it's not her place to eavesdrop on Ainz or anyone else for that matter. But the sound of Shalltear's pleasure makes it impossible for Albedo to resist imagining herself in her place, feeling his touch and hearing his words spoken directly to her. Her breath hitches in her throat as she fights against a wave of desire so strong it threatens to overwhelm her entirely.

With trembling hands, she covers her ears in an attempt to block out the sound, but it only serves to heighten her senses further. The smell of sex wafts under the door, making her even more aroused. Her mind drifts back to their earlier encounter, remembering how he had pleasured her with his massive size and skilled fingers... she longs for that feeling once again, wishing desperately that it was she who was sharing this moment with him instead of Shalltear.

In desperation, she closes her eyes and tries to focus on something else; anything other than the erotic sounds coming from behind the door. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't ignore the undeniable truth: right now, in this moment, Ainz Ooal Gown is making love to another woman... and it hurts like hell.

Her ears perk up at the sound of Shalltear's moans growing louder and louder, the thudding against the door intensifying with each beat. She feels a hot flush creep up her neck as she realizes what must be happening; Albedo cannot help but imagine herself in Shalltear's place, experiencing that intense pleasure for herself. Her breath comes faster and shallower as jealousy and desire swirl together within her like a tempestuous storm, threatening to consume her entire being.

Without even thinking about it, she rises from her chair and stumbles across the room, drawn inexorably towards the door. Her hands shake violently as they grip the knob, nails digging into her palms as she struggles with the urge to burst through and claim what she believes is rightfully hers.

"Ainz...," she whispers hoarsely, feeling tears of frustration sting at her eyes. "Please..."

But whether he can hear her over Shalltear's cries of passion, or if he simply chooses not to acknowledge her presence, remains unknown. All Albedo knows is that the pain of rejection only seems to grow sharper with every moan from behind the door, and she doesn't know how much longer she can bear it.

Her grip on the knob tightens as she listens to Shalltear's moans, growing more and more desperate. With a whimper of need, Albedo presses her ear against the door, trying to block out everything but the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. Her arousal reaches a fever pitch, and she begins to rock her hips back and forth, her hand sliding down between her legs as she touches herself through her clothes in an attempt to find some relief from the agony of jealousy.

"Ainz..." she pleads again, the words tumbling out broken and breathless. "Please... let me... be with you..."

Her mind clouds with lust as the moans continue, drowning out all other thoughts save for one: to be where Shalltear is, feeling what she's feeling. The desire welling up inside her grows too powerful to resist; she must have him now, or risk losing her sanity entirely.

With a strangled cry, Albedo rams her shoulder into the door with all of her strength. The impact shakes the wooden barrier, but it doesn't budge. Her eyes flash angrily as tears spill down her cheeks; she can feel herself losing control of the situation and of herself.

Desperate for release from this unbearable torment, she sinks to her knees and begins frantically tugging at the knob once more, every muscle in her body straining as she fights against the door and her own failing sanity. "Let me in!" she screams, her voice raw and hoarse from the effort. "I need you! I belong with you!"

Her heart racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Albedo stares at the scene before her, her hands trembling as they clench into fists at her sides. Seeing Shalltear lying there, flushed and spent from their passionate lovemaking, fills her with an intense mixture of jealousy and desire. She wants to crawl onto the bed and take her place; she wants Ainz all to herself.

But then she sees him: calmly sitting at his table, apparently unperturbed by their earlier activities. "Ainz-sama," she whispers hoarsely, taking a shaky step forward. "Why did you-" She can't finish the question; the hurt in her voice is too raw. Her gaze drops to the ground as she feels tears welling up in her eyes again. "I thought we... that I was important to you," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes flash angrily as she hears his words; anger fuels her and gives her strength to face him once more. "I was following my orders, Lord Ainz," she says sharply, pointing at Shalltear. "You dismissed us all from the throne room and I thought it best to wait here for your further commands." She crosses her arms over her chest, unconsciously drawing attention to her ample breasts as she tries to assert herself. "As for why I'm not in the throne room, perhaps that was my mistake."

Her voice trails off, and she takes a deep breath before continuing more softly, "I thought we were... closer than that. That you valued my company above all others." The pain in her voice is unmistakable; it's clear that this revelation has struck her deeply.

She pauses again, searching his face for some sign of understanding or empathy, but finds only distant indifference. The realization cuts deeper than any blade could, and she can feel herself beginning to tremble as the weight of his rejection bears down upon her. "I... I don't understand," she whispers at last, sounding lost and confused. "What did I do wrong?"

Shalltear's reply is sluggish and barely audible: "Nothing."

"I... I understand," she says through gritted teeth, forcing the words out past the lump in her throat. "If that is your wish." Her voice breaks, and tears spill down her cheeks as she turns away from him, unable to look at his unfeeling expression any longer. She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself against the torrent of emotions within her. "I will do my best to serve you as always, Lord Ainz," she manages to say after a moment. "But please... in the future, if I am not wanted..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

She takes another deep breath and turns back around, facing him once more. For a moment, her composure wavers, and she hesitates, unsure what to do or say next. Then, with one final shaky exhale, she bows her head in submission, accepting the pain of his rejection as part of her role as Ainz's servant. "I will await your command, my lord."

Her eyes stay fixed on the floor as she waits for him to reply; only when she feels his gaze shift away does she finally allow herself to breathe normally once more. The hurt and anger remain, burning deep inside her like embers refusing to be extinguished, but for now she has successfully masked them behind a facade of servitude and obedience.

The air in the room feels thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions as Ainz turns his attention back to his papers.

The days pass by with a dull aching in her chest as Albedo continues to serve Ainz Ooal Gown faithfully, burying her hurt and jealousy beneath a practiced mask of loyalty and obedience. She tries her best not to dwell on the events that transpired between herself, Shalltear, and her lord, focusing instead on carrying out her duties as an effective servant should. However, every time she looks at Ainz or catches sight of Shalltear in his company, it's like a knife twisting deeper within her chest.

She tries to push these thoughts away, telling herself that she doesn't deserve such feelings and that serving Ainz should be enough for her. But the more time passes, the more hollow these words sound, leaving her feeling increasingly alone and unfulfilled despite being surrounded by people who love and respect her.

Surprised by the unexpected address from Ainz, she snaps to attention immediately and bows her head respectfully. "Yes, my lord?" Her heart races with a mixture of hope and fear; perhaps he's finally going to acknowledge how much she means to him.

"I wanted to say... thank you for your service today," he says kindly. "You were quite helpful."

"I-i don't deserve such kind words, my lord," she stammers out. She bows her head again, hoping that he can see the sincerity in her words.

Thinking for a moment, he shakes his head. "No.. never mind. You can be free now"

Her heart sinks at his words; she'd been hoping for something more. A small voice inside her whispers that perhaps this is enough, that she should be content with the crumbs of affection he throws her way. But another, stronger part of her refuses to give up so easily. With a trembling hand, she reaches out and touches his arm lightly, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

"Lord Ainz... I know that what happened with Shalltear must have been hard for me to understand, but..." She trails off, unsure how best to phrase her feelings. "I want you to know that even though she pleased you tonight, it doesn't change anything between us." Her eyes search his face, hoping he can see the depth of emotion in them. "I will always be here for you... as your servant, and as your friend."

Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but she holds herself steady, refusing to let any hint of vulnerability show through. She has no idea what his response will be; all she can do is hope that he understands and feels even a fraction of what she does for him.

A faint blush stains her cheeks as she watches him walk away, leaving her alone in the throne room once more. She bites her lip, unsure how she should feel about this interaction; on one hand, it's reassuring to know that he hasn't completely forgotten about her or their bond. On the other, it's hard not to feel disappointed and frustrated by the fact that Shalltear still seems to hold a special place in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, she straightens her posture and squares her shoulders before turning towards the doors leading out of the throne room. With a final glance back at where Lord Ainz disappeared, she leaves the room, determined not to let this new development dampen her spirits or distract her from serving him faithfully. No matter what challenges may lie ahead, she knows that as long as she remains by his side, there will always be hope for them to find their way back to each other.

Albedo halts her steps when she sees Mare, taking in the smaller being with a curious glance. She knows that Mare is a special case among the dark elves of Nazarick, bearing a delicate feminine appearance despite being male. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she approaches him. "Mare, dear," she greets warmly, putting a hand on his shoulder in a companionable manner. "How have you been?"

Albedo's eyes widen in surprise at Mare's words, but she quickly recovers her composure and nods understandingly. "Of course," she says softly.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Albedo offers, giving Mare a reassuring smile, placing a hand on Mare's shoulder once more as they begin walking towards Ainz's chambers together.

"You're quite welcome," she replies with a small smile, watching as Mare disappears into the room. She wonders what Lord Ainz could possibly want to discuss with Mare in private. She decides to wait a little infront of the door, feeling a small sting of jealousy.

She listens carefully to the muffled voices coming from behind the door, trying to discern what they're talking about. Part of her wishes she could just go in and see for herself, but another part knows that it wouldn't be proper etiquette. With a sigh, she leans against the wall, feeling more restless than ever before.

Her eyes widen in shock as she hears Mare's words, and her breath catches in her throat at the sound of wet kissing noises. This must be some sort of mistake! Mare was meant to come with her! She listens more intently now, unsure of what to think or do.

"Oh... L-Lord Ainz..." Mare whimpers softly, his voice growing breathless. "I've wanted this for so long..." His words are almost incoherent now, muffled by the sounds of passionate kissing. Albedo can feel a burning sensation building up inside her chest as she listens to them, an aching jealousy mixing with her shock and confusion.

Albedo stands frozen in place, unable to move as the pain of jealousy and anger courses through her like a wildfire. Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she struggles to keep herself from bursting into the room and demanding answers.

She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to calm down. This isn't like her; she shouldn't let her emotions get the better of her like this. But it's so hard... hearing them together like this...

Her mind reels as she tries to process what's happening. Mare... of all people... but they can't mean anything by it. It's just a mistake, that's all. She must believe that. Taking another deep breath, she pushes herself away from the wall and steps back, putting some distance between herself and the door to Lord Ainz's chambers.

"They can't mean anything by it," she murmurs to herself, more to convince herself than anyone else. "It's just a misunderstanding... nothing more." She paces back and forth, repeating these words like a mantra as she tries to steady her racing heart and calm the tumult within her chest.

Her feet freeze to the ground as she hears Mare's words; a cold chill runs down her spine at his question. Part of her wants to lash out in anger, to demand that they stop talking about her like she isn't even there. But another part of her fears what might happen if she reveals herself now, unhinged by jealousy and betrayal. She remains frozen where she stands, unable to move or say anything as she listens to the muffled sounds coming from behind the door.

Her heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vise; her chest aches with an unbearable mixture of pain and confusion. She has no idea what to think or feel anymore; all she can do is stand there, helplessly, as events unfold around her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears Ainz's voice calling out to her. A thousand different thoughts race through her mind, but fear and confusion are the most dominant. Slowly, hesitantly, she reaches for the doorknob and turns it, pushing the door open just wide enough for her to slip inside. Her gaze flickers from Mare to Ainz before settling on the floor as she tries to compose herself.

"Lord Ainz... I didn't mean to eavesdrop..." she murmurs, her voice wavering slightly. "I was just... concerned about what you might need." It sounds lame even to her own ears, but it's the best explanation she can come up with in this moment.

Her hands tremble as she clenches them at her sides, fear clouding her mind. What if Lord Ainz is angry with her? She couldn't know.

Surprised by Ainz's reaction, Albedo remains silent for a moment. "I see... Lord Ainz," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "If there's anything I can do to help you... with this..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say. She glances at Mare again, feeling both jealousy and confusion warring within her.

As much as she wants to be angry with them both, a small part of her cannot help but feel glad that Ainz has found some satisfaction in this act. It's just... not what she expected or wanted for herself. But perhaps there's more going on here than meets the eye? She can't help but wonder if there might be some deeper meaning behind all of this.

Her gaze shifts back to Ainz, curiosity and uncertainty mirrored in her eyes. "Is there... anything else you'd like me to know, my lord?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nodding slightly, Albedo hesitantly moves closer to Ainz, her heart racing in her chest. As she comes within reach, she forces herself to meet his gaze, trying to project an image of calm and composure despite the turmoil within her. "Yes, Lord Ainz?" she whispers, waiting for him to speak.

Her entire being feels taut with anticipation as she waits for his answer, her senses on high alert for any clue as to what he might be thinking or planning. Even though a part of her still struggles with jealousy and confusion, another part of her can't help but feel honored that he's chosen to include her in this conversation.

Her body tenses slightly as she awaits his words.

Surprised by the request but trying to maintain her composure, Albedo complies, lifting her hands behind her back and interlacing her fingers. Her arms feel oddly exposed and vulnerable in this position, but she forces herself to stand tall and remain still as she awaits whatever Ainz might have in store for her.

A small shiver runs down her spine as she remembers the last time he'd made such a demand; it had been during their private training sessions, back when they were growing closer. She tries not to read too much into it, telling herself that it must be part of some larger plan or lesson.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his hand on her lower back, guiding her closer still. "Yes, Lord Ainz?" she whispers breathlessly, meeting his gaze once more despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Her eyes widen slightly at Ainz's request, unsure how to feel about being compared in such an intimate manner. Mare's presence beside her only heightens the awkwardness of the situation; she can feel his warmth and his breath on her neck, and it makes her heart race even faster. Despite herself, a faint blush rises to her cheeks as she tries to maintain her composure.

As they stand there, awaiting Ainz's judgment, Albedo finds herself hoping that he will choose her, if only because of their history together and the bond they share. But at the same time, she can't deny the part of her that wonders what would happen if Mare were to be chosen instead. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her all the more aware of the fact that this entire situation is beyond her control.

She tries her best not to look nervous or uncertain, maintaining eye contact with Ainz and keeping her posture straight despite the butterflies in her stomach. She doesn't want him to think that she cares about what happens any more than she should; instead, she wants to show him that she can be strong and supportive no matter what choices he makes.

"I see," she says simply, trying to keep her tone steady despite the racing of her heart. "I'm glad that it met your standards, Lord Ainz." Even though a part of her would rather he not find any smell at all, she forces herself to be accepting and supportive. She doesn't want him to think that she's uncomfortable or unhappy with the situation; instead, she wants to remain strong and focused on what matters most: their relationship.

She glances sidelong at Mare, noting the way he seems to shrink slightly under Ainz's scrutiny. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she thinks how different they are in this moment; even though they're both standing here for the same purpose, Albedo feels like she can handle it better than Mare can. It's a strange sort of validation, but it's there nonetheless.

Mare looks at her with wide eyes, fear and confusion mixing together on his face. For a moment, she feels a pang of sympathy for him; this must be incredibly embarrassing, to have Ainz compare them in such an intimate way. But then again, he chose to do it willingly, so she can't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction that he has been found lacking in some regard.

As she watches Mare struggle with the weight of Ainz's words, Albedo tries her best to keep her expression neutral and supportive. She doesn't want to gloat or make him feel any worse than he already does; instead, she wants to show that she can be a source of strength for both of them, even in moments like these.

"I-i'm sorry.. Lord Ainz" says Mare timidly.

A flicker of hope lights up in Mare's eyes as he hears Ainz's words. It's a small victory for him, and Albedo can't help but feel a sense of jealousy. She smiles slightly at Mare, trying to hide her feeling at the moment.

As they stand there, waiting for Ainz to continue or make some sort of decision, Albedo once again finds herself wondering what it all means. Is this merely a way for Ainz to satisfy his own desires, or does he have something more in mind?

Her gaze darts between Mare and Ainz, watching their interactions carefully, trying to discern any hint of what might come next.

"Lord Ainz?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she feels his lips pressing against her skin. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down her spine and the sensation of his tongue tracing circles around her armpit makes her knees weak. She bites her bottom lip nervously, trying to remain composed despite the overwhelming physical reaction taking place beneath the surface.

As he continues to taste her, she closes her eyes tightly, savoring the feeling of his attention focused solely on her. Even though it's an intimate act, it feels different somehow from their previous encounters; this time there's a hint of detachment in Ainz's touch that leaves her yearning for more.

"Thank you, Lord Ainz," she whispers, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "I have always taken care of myself for you." She tries to maintain eye contact but finds it difficult when his gaze lingers on her body so intimately.

Her heart beats faster in anticipation as he turns to Mare, waiting for him to complete the taste test. Even though she wishes it were her who was being tasted now, she says nothing, lowering her head.

"Oh... Lord Ainz..." Mare breathes softly as he feels the cool skin of his armpit touched by the hot tongue. "I've wanted this for so long..." He moans, his voice muffled against Albedo's shoulder as she listens to them both with bated breath.

As Mare gasps and whimpers beneath Ainz's attentions, a pang of jealousy stabs through her heart. It hurts more than she expected; the thought of sharing him like this... but she forces herself to remain still and silent, not wanting to ruin their moment in any way.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to focus on anything other than the sensation of Mare's body pressing against hers or the sound of his pleasured moans filling the air. She can feel her heart racing wildly in her chest and sweat beading on her forehead despite the coolness of the room.

It takes all of her self-control not to demand that they stop, but she knows that would only make things worse. So instead, she bites back her words, takes a deep breath, and waits for it to be over.

She exhales shakily, her heart still racing in her chest as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure. "I understand, my lord," she whispers hoarsely, glancing down at the floor in submission. Inwardly, she's seething with jealousy and frustration, but she knows that there's no point in showing it. Instead, she focuses on maintaining her position as one of Ainz's most trusted servants.

Her fingers uncurl slightly, knuckles turning white from the force of her grip. As she continues to lose another round to Mare, the despair starts to slowly gnaw at her. But she shakes these thoughts away, awaiting Lord Ainz's words.

A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she hears Ainz's request. She takes a deep breath and slowly reaches down, unfastening the belt that holds up her robes before shifting them aside to reveal her blackened member, already beginning to stand at attention. Her heart races with both anticipation and fear; being so exposed like this feels foreign yet arousing all at once.

Her gaze flickers between Ainz and Mare as she awaits his judgment, unsure what to expect or how they'll fare in this final test. Despite her turbulent emotions, she tries her best to remain steady and composed for Lord Ainz's sake.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees Mare's cock standing tall and proud beside her own. It's more that twice the size of hers, standing at proud 30 inches, thick and veiny, stretching far past his stomach before curving upwards slightly. Albedo feels a strange mixture of awe, desire, and jealousy well up inside her chest; she never knew Mare had such an impressive endowment.

As she continues to stare at him, she can feel the warmth in her cheeks spreading down her neck and across her body. Part of her wants to reach out and touch it, to explore every inch of his giant member; another part of her just wants to crawl into a hole and disappear. She doesn't know how Lord Ainz will react or what he'll choose, but she can't help but feel like this final moment has shown her the true extent of their differences.

"Lord Ainz... I didn't mean to embarrass myself..." she whispers, feeling her cheeks flush with shame. She's painfully aware of how insignificant her member must appear beside Mare's, and it only serves to reinforce the distance between them in every way. Even as she tries to deny it, a small part of her wonders if she might have been better off not knowing this side of him.

Her fingers twitch at her sides, wanting nothing more than to cover herself up completely and disappear from his sight. It's a strange sensation, feeling so inadequate and exposed after all these years; it makes her stomach churn with an unsettling mix of emotions that she can't quite put into words.

She meets Ainz's gaze as best she can, trying to maintain her composure despite the ache in her chest. Her heart beats rapidly against her ribs, and she feels a warmth spreading throughout her body that has nothing to do with desire or arousal. She knows whatever he decides next will shape their relationship forever; she just wishes it didn't have to be this way.

As Ainz cups her testicles with one hand and Mare's with the other, Albedo bites back a whimper of pain. She knows he's just trying to compare them, but it still hurts like hell. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights against the wave of jealousy and despair that threatens to overwhelm her.

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, feeling hot tears burn at the corners as she tries to focus on anything other than the way Mare's cock looms large beside her own. The sensation of his hand moving up and down between their bodies is like a knife twisting inside her chest; it's both agonizing and exhilarating, filling her with conflicting emotions she doesn't know how to process.

With every passing moment, the distance between them seems to grow larger, more impossible to bridge. She wonders if this is what losing him feels like; if after all these years together, they've finally come to an end. The thought makes her heart ache with bitter despair, and she can feel herself slipping further away from reality with every breath she takes.

When he finally releases them both, she barely registers his words as they wash over her like cold water on a blistering hot day. "You two were quite entertaining." She almost laughs at the absurdity of it all; this is supposed to be some sort of test, but instead, it feels more like a funeral for their relationship. She forces herself to meet his gaze, searching for some sign that everything will be fine.

Albedo's heart breaks and soars at the same time as she listens to Ainz's words. A part of her is relieved that he doesn't hold any grudges or preferences, but another part can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She wants him to choose her, to acknowledge her as his true favorite; it feels like they've taken a step backward in their relationship.

As she tries to process these conflicting emotions, she forces herself to meet Ainz's gaze once more. "I understand, Lord Ainz," she whispers, forcing a small smile onto her lips. "You have my undying loyalty and devotion." Her chest feels heavy with unspoken words and uncertainties, but for now, all she can do is accept his decision and move forward.

She takes a shaky breath, mustering what remains of her courage. "What would you like us to do now?"

As she approaches Mare, her heart races with a mix of desire and fear. She can't help but feel small and insignificant next to his massive member, but at the same time, there's something exhilarating about being so close to it. She takes another shaky breath, steadying herself before reaching out tentatively to touch him. Her fingers brush against the warm, velvety skin of his thigh and then move higher, tracing circles around the base of his cock.

Her gaze flickers up to meet Ainz's eyes as she continues to explore Mare with her hands, unsure what else she should do. Her body trembles with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again. But at the same time, there's a part of her that can't help but feel jealous and possessive; this is her Lord Ainz, after all, and she doesn't want to share him so easily.

Her hands move slowly up and down Mare's length, teasing him with the soft touch of her fingers. Despite her hesitation, she can feel the heat building inside her as she imagines what it would be like to have him take her, filling her completely. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one more urgent than the last as she becomes lost in the sensation of his massive member beneath her hands.

As she looks up at Ainz, her eyes meet his for a moment and she feels a jolt of desire course through her. She's never been this aroused before, not even when they were first together, and it terrifies her in equal measure. The need to please him, to make him happy, burns hot within her, driving her onward as she continues to stroke Mare's cock.

With a sudden thrust of his hips, he forces his member deeper into her grip. "Ainz," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need and submission. "Please... let me please him."

Albedo's eyes meet Mare's as she continues to stroke his length, her touch growing firmer and more confident with each passing moment. A growl rumbles in the back of her throat as she imagines him inside her, filling her up completely, making her feel full and wanted once more. The jealousy still simmers beneath the surface but is pushed aside by the overwhelming need to please Ainz.

She leans forward, taking Mare's cock into her mouth, running her tongue along his length as she sucks gently. His hands come to rest on her head, guiding her movements as she takes more of him deeper inside. Her breath comes in short pants, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head as she works to bring him to completion.

Throughout it all, she never takes her eyes off of Ainz, searching for some sign that he approves of what she's doing, that he's still hers and satisfied with their arrangement. The uncertainty is like a knife twisting in her gut, making each movement feel more desperate and urgent than the last. But she forces herself to continue, to show them both how devoted she truly is.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches Ainz begin to pleasure Mare so intimately. Her heart pounds with a mixture of desire and jealousy, and for a moment, she feels like she might explode from the conflicting emotions coursing through her. She wants him, needs him; she'll do anything to please him and keep him happy.

As Ainz works his magic on Mare's cock, Albedo looks down at her own body, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples erect and aching for attention. She reaches out tentatively to stroke herself, moaning softly as she begins to tease herself, hoping that Ainz will notice and join in.

Her focus shifts back and forth between the two of them, her gaze darting from Mare's face, flushed with pleasure and arousal, to Ainz's own intense expression as he devours his flesh. She feels like she's on display, like this is some twisted form of foreplay that they've never discussed before. It both terrifies her and exhilarates her in equal measure.

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch Mare's cock, her lips part in a shaky breath. She looks up at Ainz, seeking his approval, wanting him to know that she will do anything for them both. Slowly but surely, she begins to stroke Mare's length in time with Ainz's movements, their hands working together to bring the giant cock closer and closer to the edge.

As her fingers glide up and down, teasing his sensitive flesh, a moan vibrates deep in her throat. The need for release builds inside her, urgent and demanding, but she refuses to give in until Mare is taken care of first. Her gaze flickers back and forth between the two of them, her heart pounding with a desperate rhythm that matches their combined efforts.

She reaches out to cup Ainz's face, drawing his attention back to hers. "Please... let me please you too," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with desire and longing. "I need you so badly."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels Ainz's hand on her own cock, stroking it gently. The sensation is almost too much to bear, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sends shivers through her body. She focuses her attention back on Mare's giant member, working faster and harder, determined to bring him to the brink. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control, her own desire threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.

She glances up at Ainz again, her eyes pleading with him for permission to give in and seek release. But his gaze is locked on Mare, a predatory glint in his eye that sends shivers down her spine. She knows what he wants, and she's willing to do anything to please him; even if it means denying herself the satisfaction of her own desires for now.

Her body trembles with need as she continues to stroke Mare's massive cock, her hands moving faster and more urgently. She glances up at Ainz once more, a look of burning desire etched onto her features. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't take anymore."

Her fingers dig into the flesh of Mare's thigh, her nails biting into his skin as she forces herself to hold on just a moment longer. As they draw closer and closer to the edge, Albedo feels like she's being pulled apart in two directions; one half of her yearning for release, the other devoted solely to pleasing Ainz.

With a final thrust of his hips, Mare lets out a hoarse cry, his massive cock erupting as he releases his seed onto Albedo's and Ainz's faces. She groans in relief as her own orgasm crashes over her, her body arching back in sweet surrender. Her vision blurs with pleasure as she comes, seeing stars behind her eyelids and feeling like she might pass out from the intensity of it all. Both of them are drenched in Mare's semen, covered from head to toe in it.

As Mare's orgasm subsides and his cock finally goes limp in her hand, Albedo slumps forward, gasping for air. Her entire body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling from the aftermath of their shared experience. She looks up at Ainz with a mixture of relief and satisfaction in her eyes; despite the intense competition between them, they were able to come together and share this moment in true unity.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to wipe some of Mare's semen from his face, taking care not to disrupt any of it from her own skin. She looks down at herself, a strange sense of pride welling up inside her chest; despite being drenched in another man's seed, she still feels beautiful and desired.

"Lord Ainz," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "What do you wish for us to do now?" Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what role they might play moving forward; whether their closeness during this encounter has changed anything between them or if things will simply return to how they were before.

As she waits for his answer, she can't help but wonder if there's a place in their new dynamic for this level of intimacy and competition. A part of her hopes so, but another fears that it might only lead to more hurt and disappointment down the road. For now, all she can do is wait and see what fate has in store for them all.

Albedo's heart skips a beat as she watches Ainz take Mare's cock in his hand and position himself to be taken from behind. She can feel the familiar heat spreading through her core again, reminding her of how much she still wants him, needs him. Her fingers tremble with desire as she imagines herself watching them together, taking pleasure from one another despite their recent competition.

"Ainz," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "Will you have me watch? Will you let me join you?" She knows that this is risky territory; they've just shared an intimate moment with another person and now she's asking for more. But despite all her doubts and fears, a part of her refuses to give up hope that there might still be room for them both in Ainz's heart.

As she waits for his answer, her gaze flickers between the two men, their bodies slick with sweat and covered in another man's seed. She wonders if this is what true love looks like; whether being willing to share one another and accept each other as they are is what makes them special. Or perhaps it's simply the power that Ainz holds over them all, binding them together despite their differences.

With trembling fingers, Albedo takes her own cock in hand, guiding it closer to Ainz's waiting mouth. Her chest heaves with anticipation as she watches him watching her, their gazes locked together despite the close proximity of Mare's thrusting body. She feels a rush of power coursing through her veins at this moment; the knowledge that even though they've been competing against each other, they can still find solace and pleasure in one another.

As she leans forward, bringing her cock closer to Ainz's lips, she can feel his hot breath caressing her sensitive skin. Her heart races wildly in her chest, each thrust of Mare pushing deeper into her body driving home just how aroused they all are right now. The tension between them seems to reach a fever pitch, each touch more electrifying than the last as they explore these new boundaries together.

With a shaky sigh, she finally brushes the tip of her cock against Ainz's lips, waiting for him to make the first move. Her entire body feels like it's about to explode from all the pleasure and anticipation coursing through her veins; she can only hope that he feels the same way.

With a moan of desire, Albedo leans closer to Ainz, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she feels the vibrations from his sucking against her sensitive skin. The sensation is so intense that it's almost painful; her entire body quakes with need as he takes her cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. She arches her back, offering herself up more fully to him in this moment of shared passion.

Her gaze drifts over to Mare, watching as his massive frame is put to work satisfying their Lord's every desire. Despite the fierce competition between them earlier today, she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness at seeing him like this; belonging to Ainz in every way possible. She wants that feeling too, wants to be the one who brings him the most pleasure, the one who makes him forget about everyone else.

Her hips move in time with Mare's thrusting, her own need for release growing more urgent with each passing second. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to find some sense of equilibrium between giving in to her desires and staying strong for Ainz; wanting nothing more than to please him above all else.

Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions as she watches Ainz and Mare together; wanting them both for herself but knowing that sharing them is what pleases him the most. She moans, her body trembling from the effort of holding back her orgasm any longer. As Mare's thrusting grows more forceful and Ainz's sucking becomes nearly painful, she can feel herself nearing the brink once again.

With a shaking breath, she finally releases her hold on sanity, giving in to her desires completely. Her hips jerk forward, pressing her cock deeper into Ainz's mouth as she cries out his name, her body arching back in sweet surrender. The pleasure is so intense that it feels like it's spreading through every part of her; her nerves on fire, every breath ragged and shuddering from the effort of keeping herself grounded in reality.

Her vision blurs as she comes, spurting hot seed down Ainz's throat even as he continues to suck eagerly at her swollen cock. The feeling is too much; her head spins and her knees buckle beneath her. She knows that with this orgasm, she has truly given herself over to them both; body, heart, and soul.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels Ainz's control over her deepen with every thrust of Mare's hips. Her body is left spent and limp, unable to muster even the strength for another shudder. The knowledge that he could easily take her apart piece by piece only serves to heighten her arousal, making her wetter than ever before.

As she listens to the sounds of their flesh slapping together and the soft moans escaping Ainz's lips, a strange sense of peace washes over her. It feels wrong, somehow, but at the same time it feels so right; as if they were meant to be together in this way all along. She wonders how long she can maintain this facade before one of them realizes that she doesn't want this anymore; that deep down inside she craves something more than just submission and dominance. But for now, she will continue to play her part and hope against hope that one day soon everything will fall into place just as it should.

Her heart races as she watches Ainz and Mare, feeling a strange mixture of desire, jealousy and possessiveness wash over her in waves. The power dynamic between them all seems to shift with each passing moment, leaving her breathless and uncertain. She knows that deep down, she wants more than just to be owned; she craves love and understanding from Ainz. But for now, she'll continue to play the role she's been given, hoping against hope that one day he will see past their games and accept her for who she truly is.

The sight before her leaves little to the imagination as Mare continues his relentless pounding of Ainz's ass. A mixture of envy and desire surges through Albedo's veins, knowing that she could never match Mare's size or strength. With each powerful thrust, she watches in awe as Ainz is taken so completely, his body shuddering under the force of it all.

Despite her yearning for Ainz's attention, she finds herself growing increasingly aroused by the spectacle before her. A slow, hungry smile curls on her lips as she imagines being able to take Mare from behind like this; feeling his thick cock buried deep within her own ass, claiming her as thoroughly as he has claimed Ainz. The thought of it drives her over the edge once more, and with a groan she reaches down between her legs, touching herself in time with their rhythm.

Her fingers fly across her swollen folds, wet with need and desire. As she nears the brink once more, she closes her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation of being so close to release, but yet still so far away from either one of them noticing her hidden pleasure.

Her hips thrust upward in time with Mare's powerful strokes, her body arching back as she approaches the edge of ecstasy. A soft moan escapes her lips, barely audible above the sounds of skin slapping and flesh grinding together. Her eyes flutter shut, lost in the sensation of being so close to release, but knowing that it's not yet hers for the taking.

As she nears the brink once more, she wonders if they will ever realize just how much she longs for their attention; how deep her love for them both truly runs. Perhaps then, they would finally let her be a part of this intimate dance instead of merely an observer on the sidelines. But until then, she will continue to watch from afar, praying that one day soon her prayers will be answered and she'll be accepted as more than just another pawn in their game of desire and domination.

Her heart skips a beat as Mare's gaze meets hers, his eyes full of desire and acknowledgement. The feeling is intoxicating; for the briefest moment, she feels like they might be on the same page, that perhaps there's room in their relationship for her after all. But then he looks away again, focusing once more on Ainz, and the hope dies a little inside of her.

Her fingers tremble as she continues to touch herself, watching them together with a mixture of longing and jealousy. She wants nothing more than to feel Mare's huge cock buried deep within her own ass, but at the same time she craves Ainz's attention and affection just as fiercely. The dichotomy of emotions leaves her feeling confused and conflicted, uncertain of what path she should take from here.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she watches Mare thrust into Ainz's ass with more force than ever before. The sight alone is enough to make her body tremble with need, but it also leaves her feeling strangely empty; like no matter what she does or how much she pleasures herself, she'll never be able to fully claim either of them as her own. A stab of pain pierces through her chest at the realization that perhaps they truly are only meant to belong together in this way; their passionate connection forged in the heat of dominance and submission. But still, a small part of her refuses to give up hope that one day things might change; that she'll find a way back into Ainz's heart, where she truly belongs.

Her heart leaps into her throat as Mare lets out a hoarse cry, his body tensing beneath him with the force of his orgasm. Her eyes dart between them, fixed on the sight of Ainz's ass clenching around Mare's cock as it pumps hot seed deep inside of him. It's a primal display of dominance and submission at its finest, leaving her aching with desire for more; more of this intense connection between them, even if it means remaining on the sidelines for now.

As Mare finally collapses forward onto Ainz, breathless and spent, Albedo can't help but wonder how she fits into all of this. A part of her wants nothing more than to curl up against them both, basking in their heat and admitting defeat; giving in fully to the pleasure they so easily inspire in her. But another part refuses to give up hope that someday soon things will change between them; that she'll once again find a place at Ainz's side as his equal and lover.

For now, she remains where she is: close enough to taste the bitter sweetness of their passion, but still far enough away to keep her own desires hidden from view. It's a precarious balance, one that could tip either way at any moment; but until then, she will continue to watch and wait, praying for a chance to finally claim her rightful place in their hearts.