Another night, back to basics. Narberal's delicate touch was mastered yesterday, but Albedo's words can't be ignored.
"Fu… ha… hafu…" Narberal's stifled moans filled the room.
Tonight, on the bed, not the floor. Narberal sat, the man behind her, Solution behind him, each embracing the one in front.
Solution stroked his chest, his toned abs, itching to go lower, but his groin pressed against Narberal's buttocks. His hands gripped Narberal's perfect breasts, savoring their softness.
"Ah! …Don't pinch my nipples…" Narberal gasped.
Solution was naked, the man's gown shed. Narberal wore only plain white panties. For an hour, her breasts were teased, nipples long erect, pinched repeatedly, each time drawing moans she couldn't suppress.
"Such nice nipples to touch," the man said. "Hard, easy to pinch, tempting to suck."
"Brother, what about mine?" Solution pouted.
"Good for pillows, but too soft," he teased.
"You should lie and flatter!" Solution huffed, kissing him.
Their banter and wet kissing sounds now familiar to Narberal paused his hands. She steadied her ragged breaths, glancing back. Lips locked, tongues entwined. She knew the feeling, having kissed him herself.
"Nabe-sama's watching with lustful eyes," Solution teased.
"N-No way!" Narberal stammered.
Caught between them, the man, Albedo's meal, was lowest in hierarchy despite his unique status. The Pleiades sisters were equal, but his choice was clear.
"Nn! Stop…" Narberal protested as he claimed her lips.
She could look forward to resist, but his hands stayed on her breasts.
What's wrong with me? My breasts and nipples teased, kissed, his tongue and dirty saliva in me. I hate it, yet his hands won't stop, nipples tingling, wanting more despite resisting. Sucked like he said? His tongue licking me during a kiss? What's happening to me? Why's my core burning? His hard cock pressing my buttocks do I have to stroke it like yesterday? Or use my mouth like Solution?
Solution's keen nose caught Narberal's scent thickening her feminine, aroused aroma. Narberal's doppelgänger body was human-like, genuinely her. Unaware, her panties bore a large wet stain. Solution wouldn't tell; she didn't want Narberal stealing her "milk."
"Brother, you're suffering? I'll ease you," Solution said.
"Ah…" Narberal's voice held disappointment.
Solution pulled him from Narberal, laying him on the bed, his erection pointing skyward. Her smile deepened with hunger. Mouth, slit, or ass? Any hole worked for her shapeshifting body, but she chose her mouth discreetly for Narberal's sake.
"Kyaa!?" Solution yelped, shoved aside.
Narberal, face flushed but eyes earnest, declared, "I'll do it today."
Without waiting, she buried her face in his groin.
"No teeth. Suck fully, move your tongue," he instructed urgently, fearing a bite would render potions useless.
Narberal nodded, her exquisite lips enveloping his swollen tip. Unskilled, she'd only seen Solution yesterday. She took him deep, throat unfazed by her sturdy body, sucking hard, feeling his heat.
Weird taste, salty sweat? Slick, hot, huge, cock's scent not bad, but… why's my core tingling?
"Juu, juu, churu, nn♡, chu…" she slurped.
Solution could stimulate with internal membranes, a unique skill. Narberal, recalling, stroked while sucking, bobbing her head. Diligent and studious, she excelled.
"Hamu… nn, chu, churu, ahn♡, no nipples…" she moaned.
He reached under her, pinching her erect nipples. Her restraints broke, sweet moans escaping. Stroking her hair calmed her vigorous sucking, as if begging for more.
Cock's leaking so much slick. I'm licking it. Stroking feels good, I want more nipple play, my core's burning licking makes it hotter?
Her tongue work was clumsy, no match for Albedo's finesse, but he had no reason to hold back. He thrust deeper, hitting her throat. She groaned but held on. He gripped her glossy hair, guiding her head slowly. Understanding, she relaxed, sucking harder as he moved her head.
"Nn, nn, juu, nn!" she muffled.
Her throat vibrated, signaling his climax.
"I'm cumming!" he warned.
Unsure what "cum" meant, Narberal braced for something. Hot, sticky semen spurted into her throat. Pulling back, it coated her tongue, then her face as he withdrew.
"What's this? Sticky. From the cock?" she asked, swallowing what was in her mouth, touching the semen on her face. It strung between her fingers, jelly-like. She tasted it.
"Ahh!? Narberal drank Brother's cock-milk!?" Solution cried.
"I did…" Narberal admitted.
"I wanted it!" Solution wailed.
"Solution, wait!"
Solution pounced, licking the semen from Narberal's face and hands, absorbing every drop. Narberal resisted mildly. A sudden catfight between beauties ensued.
A splendid sight, but the man, now in sage mode, sighed and collapsed onto the bed.
The next day, the final one. Narberal's training ended; tomorrow, she'd depart as Princess Nabe.
No reflexive violence from light touches, mastered delicate force, unflustered by surprises perfect.
No training today; Narberal rested. That night, a farewell feast with lavish Nazarick ingredients, spiked with libido-boosting items Albedo's secret touch.
Late at night, the man sipped under moonlight. Solution, unusually absent, had only "snacked" once, her pragmatism amusing him.
As the mansion quieted, a soft knock came.
"Narberal-sama?" he called.
Narberal entered, her face shadowed in the dim room.
"What's wrong?"
Silent, she pushed his chest, forcing him back onto the bed, straddling him.
"Have you forgotten Albedo-sama's words?" she asked.
"Never," he replied.
"You did."
"What?"
"Albedo said it's unfair if we don't use my slit. Will you treat me unfairly?"
"That's…"
Pleasure and her slit linked in her mind. Alone, without Solution, the path was clear. Her willingness moaning under breast play, kissing eagerly, performing oral made her desire obvious. Narberal, earnest and expressive, was more captivating than Solution, despite past pain.
But he couldn't proceed.
"I can't," he said.
"Why?"
"Your training met Ainz-sama's goal. No more is needed."
"…I see."
"If you want more, come back without orders."
"…"
"I'll wait."
She kissed him briefly, stood, and left quietly.
"Apologies for intruding."
He exhaled lightly. Her desire flattered him, but tomorrow Albedo arrived. Less "milk" or weaker taste would spell trouble. Solution knew this, limiting herself.
Albedo's punishment wasn't scary, but her rejection was. He knew limits to her leniency.
"Narberal Gamma, returned from training," Narberal reported.
"Well done," Ainz replied. "Results?"
"With Solution's help and Albedo-sama's advice, completed flawlessly."
"Good. Resume as Nabe of Darkness."
"As you command. One thing before I become Nabe…"
"Oh? Speak."
"I'm not a clumsy maid!"
"…Right. I know you're a fine maid."
"Thank you, my lord."
"Sorry, I've got urgent business. Head to the Adventurer's Guild; I'll catch up."
"Understood."
Narberal left. Ainz's shoulders shook.
(That was close! Without emotion suppression, I'd have laughed. Who called her a clumsy maid? It fits!)
He calmed himself, summoning a mirror a magic item showing distant scenes, soundless. Narberal appeared, entering the guild. A rough man approached, touching her rear.
Few dared harass Princess Nabe, Momon's partner. Last time, it was an outsider. Ainz hired this thug through proxies to test her.
Narberal stood still, untouched by the groping.
(What's wrong, Narberal!? I said don't lash out, not be a doormat!)
Narberal sighed wistfully. Her beauty, worthy of "Princess," exuded allure. Men and women alike swallowed hard, stealing glances.
(Serving Ainz-sama is supreme joy, utterly sincere. Yet why do I feel lacking? What more do I crave? This envied role—why isn't it enough? Am I so greedy? What's wrong with me?)
Another sigh. Lost in thought, she missed the touch on her buttocks. Turning, she saw a vulgar man.
"Yo, hot stuff, bet you're wild, let's make you scream…"
Her gaze held no anger, contempt, or disgust—only utter indifference, like eyeing a roadside pebble.
The man froze. Push, and he'd crumble.
"Pathetic," she said.
He stiffened completely.
"No value in a man with such a tiny, clumsy cock. Die."
She turned away, resuming her thoughts, the man forgotten.
His manhood died, never to rise again.
Note: Her crude words came from Solution's "girl talk," teaching her to handle brutes. Solution, a sly slime, provokes freely, dragging sisters into her schemes for self-preservation, but her sisterly love is genuine. The Pleiades remain close, even afar.
Next appearance TBD! Albedo-sama takes priority. Strass farming done 100 fangs to go!