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Albedo x Reader - Locum Tenens. / Consummatus.

warning/genre: yandere/dubcon/noncon content, asphyxiation/choking, babytrapping, forceful breeding, sadism, Albedo gets off to darling's pain, manipulation, explicit smut.

word count: 8.5k.

summary: Chalk pursues gold. Following in his master's footsteps and to complete his last mission, Albedo brings you into existence- his perfect creation.

Albedo’s entire existence continues to this day because he is the perfect creation. There were tens and hundreds of prototypes before him, all of which had a potential to have replaced his life if fate had been an inch different. He wouldn’t have been created, or perhaps discarded into ashes and never experienced the wonders of living, breathed the snowy air of Dragonspine, or given the prospect to unravel the truth of the world as his master had instructed for the last time centuries ago. Her words lay hefty in his mind still each day past, along with the similarly weightful pressure that he couldn’t let her down. No matter how impossible and intangible Albedo’s final mission may sound, he was created with the purpose to be the embodiment of perfection. Call it fear of abandonment from the moment he realised what happened to his “brothers” prior to his awakening, call it his birth instinct to obey his master to absolution, there would be no point to neither his creation nor termination if he could not deliver flawless results to Rhinedottir.

Chalk pursues gold. He had to follow in her footsteps.

Perhaps this is why he found the sudden urge to chase the last of his master’s leftover traces since she disappeared after discovering the ancient artefact, Heart of Naberius with Albedo. It was a curious feeling he experienced for the first time, being completely left alone to fend for his life after her wordless departure with an extremely unfeasible mission at hand. Thanks to her recommendation letter and renowned reputation, it was a fairly untroubled road he walked ever since then while performing his duties at the Knights of Favonius. In truth, the work there was almost laughably simple, the most he had to possess was upper intermediate-level mastery in Art of Khemia in such an occupation ironically titled “Chief Alchemist”. If his memory serves, he had learnt such a low level of tasks within a few weeks into his birth. His master Rhinedottir would undoubtedly sneer at what his job asked of him, her perfect creation should be able to complete any of this joke of an assignment in less than an hour. He should be able to take on ten times the workload at the very least. And in a sense it was true, he truly had learnt nothing new from his workfield except for maybe social etiquette where he has to plaster a rigid smile on his porcelain face when he interacted with others even if barely anyone recognised that slight upturn of his lips as a smile.

If only he had been content with his monthly earnings and decided to lead his life as normally and quietly as everyone else, just maybe it would take his restless mind off the heavy burdens. He could perhaps learn to enjoy what mortal life had to offer, open his heart to emotions and human interactions. But it wouldn’t be a solution, would it? He would never be a human, he could mimic all he wants but every step of the way he is reminded how he is different . Not to mention his mission remains incomplete, and his master is somewhere in Teyvat undoubtedly waiting for his answer. It could even be considered a miracle how she didn’t give him a deadline. A “freedom” of exploring as long as he wanted including limitless trials and failures, it was a first. And Albedo was no fool, he knew Rhinedottir left him to tend to himself because she knew he would hinder her next mission or it would demand an inexplicably lengthy time from her. Regardless of her reason, he was left behind because she most likely concluded he wouldn’t be of much help. And that was more of a reason to prove his worth and unravel his task, that would be a proof that he could’ve been of assistance had she taken him with her.

Thus with the resolution in mind, Albedo decided to devote himself to his own research, the unseen absolute veracity of this world he had to uncover. If he wished to satisfy his unyielding curiosity, he always had to dedicate his personal time to let his mind run free and find answers to the unknown. The truth of this world wouldn’t be easily seen if he kept a shallow mind and was hindered by the simplicity of mental limitation. Considering the fact that it had been a couple hundreds of years since he was on his own to chase after the sole key to finding the courage to face his master and accompany her travels once more, he was often frustrated with the little progress he made.

Strangely enough, Albedo sometimes found himself longing for his master’s presence. After all by Teyvat standards, Rhinedottir would be considered his mother figure though she had never once allowed him to even call her by such familiar titles or took care of him like a son. From the moment he opened his eyes, his first instruction was to regard her as “Master” firmly, and that he was to follow his teachings and orders without a second thought. Her words were law. Thus, all of his “childhood” was filled with harsh criticism, nearly impossible workload and study materials she inundated him with. And yet for a synthetic human with only kin he’s ever known being his master, it truly did feel like she was all he had, perhaps all he will ever have. He need only meet her expectations as he always did, and they would be together again. After all, you would need to harness the power of a sun eight times the size of our own in order to naturally create gold. That’s how precious and irreplaceable “Gold” was to Albedo.

But that’s without human manipulation.

Perhaps… he could indulge in his true wishes and try to see the universe as Rhinedottir did. Perhaps if he himself could try creating life, he could see this world from a new point of view. To understand the complex concept of entity, death and the world’s principles, it would be an ideal step to pursue by creating life himself. And if he was truly the perfect prototype that met Gold’s strict standards, he should succeed on his first try. He had to.

And so his expectations were answered. You were created, and you were perfect - just as he designed you to be.

From the moment you opened your clear eyes in front of him and spoke your first word, he had deemed you an embodiment of perfection. There was a brief urge to name you “perfect” in some sort of ancient uncommon language so you’ll always be reminded of your identity, but ultimately he left it up to your decision as you went on with life. And so you settled for (Name) yourself, and perhaps he liked it even better than the initial name he had in mind.

His teal eyes seem to stare and observe your every movement, ever since the moment you took your first breath. Albedo had spent a tremendous amount of time perfecting you, each inch of your body was exquisitely crafted to his taste. All the way from your voice to your curiosity, thirst for knowledge that mirrored his own. Perhaps if Rhinedottir were to see you, she’d undoubtedly point out one flaw. You had to breathe unlike Albedo. In truth he had no idea why you seemed to need oxygen in spite of your homunculus nature, he must’ve overlooked a detail whilst crafting you. But it was a minor setback, mortals seem to live just fine with that handicap. He just needed to be wary of letting you near deep water, which Albedo reckoned wouldn’t be too much of a trouble since neither Dragonspine nor Mondstadt city had rivers or oceans you could drown in. You’d know better than to walk into Cider Lake, wouldn’t you? It’s a living being’s first instinct to avoid situations that put them in fatal danger. All in all, your condition didn’t bother him too much though, it wasn’t a drastic problem in his personal criteria.

He could conveniently divert your attention elsewhere if you ever grow curious, he could even occasionally fool himself otherwise that he merely made you the way you were to fit into the normal standards of a human society, appearance and voice were just tools that help you adapt to living circumstances and perhaps aid your life. Albedo himself wasn’t exactly well versed in beauty trends and standards, so all of you were truly just what he liked to see and perhaps touch. Of course just for when he had to inevitably touch your skin to teach you alchemy, and for when he at first had to teach you how to bathe and clean, to take care of yourself. Of course he had no other intentions, he truly had no ulterior motives to how he created you to perfectly meet his idea of perfection. Even artists normally draw character figures that suit their idea of pleasing appearance. So there was truly nothing wrong with crafting you to his taste. Right?

After all, social beauty standards change, do they not? It would be much more fruitful to make you the most alluring to himself, since he would never cease to find you attractive. He doesn’t wish to think further about why he wanted you to remain beautiful to him, only to him and refuses to put his mind to such fruitless endeavours. Even the thought of someone else finding his perfection beautiful seems to irk him.

“Master, here is the dried crystalfly wing powder you asked me to bring.” After three knocks, you entered his door that remained almost permanently shut to hopefully give unwelcome visitors a sign to turn away and leave him at peace without hindering his research process. Not even Sucrose and Timaeus were allowed to enter his office without permission, but you and Klee were most of the time pardoned. You especially, since more often than not you were expected to be his research assistant and ran his small errands, bringing the substances as he told you to.

“Thank you, (Name). You may place them on my desk over there.” He pointed to the other side of his mahogany desk while taking down points of note on the report he almost religiously completed after every trial, it was astonishing how nearly nothing escaped his eye.

You performed as he instructed and walked over to the side of the room at a reasonable distance to not interfere and silently watched if he’d address you again. Come to think of it, even when you weren’t on duty, it was just natural to be next to him as you did mundane duties in your own time, reading, scribbling on your worn-out journal he gifted you on your first birthday, and really anything you wanted to do to kill time. Albedo himself was almost always caught up in work and personal experiments, but there were times where he just took leisurely time to discuss with you what you were up to, how you were coping and adapting to the circumstances. You assumed he felt a certain responsibility towards you and if you were ever facing physical, mental or any other issues, you were always to report to him immediately. It was a rigid requirement, Albedo never got frustrated or angry at you unless you gave him a reason to. And one of the worst scoldings you’ve ever gotten up to date was when you hid your physical illness (commonly called the flu) and attempted to assist his research normally despite feeling unusually weak and bodily temperature rising in fever- an attempt for your system to regain wellbeing by overheating and hindering virus multiplication as he later taught you. So in more ways than one, he did hold an authority over you and you never found the fact overbearing. You were aware of how your existence came to be and his identity as your creator, so you merely resumed living as he instructed you to.

This was one of the parts Albedo had mixed feelings about, you were truly perfect. Perfect for him, never defying his words or going through the “rebellious age” as it seemed to commonly occur in mortal children. Despite his original intentions of making you strong willed to a certain degree in order to help you keep your head high especially in social situations, you somehow turned out to be significantly mellower than he originally intended. That wasn’t to say you were a pushover, he noticed before that you held pride and conviction in your intelligence especially regarding areas you were certain about with others. That was the key word- with others. Never once did he see that flame in your eyes against him. And frankly he was unsure if he liked that or puzzled by how different you were with him and others.

But you were his perfection, he had absolutely no intention of interfering with your character at this stage.

“Master?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he glanced at you with an acknowledging nod as a sign to speak. Perhaps for others, his eerily still gaze would’ve intimidated them. But for you, his teal eyes were the first thing you saw in this world. Your existence has been painted aquamarine ever since, rose-tinted glasses turning ocean hued before you knew it. In a way, he unintentionally taught you about the wonders of the deep sea and sky combined in his eyes since your first sight. And while you weren’t familiar with the concept of beauty at your birth, you were certain that warmth you felt in your chest when he looked at you, it was beauty in all its glory. He was the physical manifestation of beauty to you, as much as you were to him.

“Is there anything new you’d like for me to assist you with?” He kept his gaze on you unblinking, then smiled softly.

“No, you may rest for the day.” Just like that, he was back to scribbling down furiously on his notes, attention fully onto his work. You nodded at his dismissal, and made your way to your rucksack that was hanging onto the wall to prepare for takeoff. As you leisurely prepared necessary items to aid your journey from Dragonspine to Mondstadt, Albedo surely took notice of how you grabbed the bag that you only took when you were going away temporarily. His gaze fixated on you, eyes slightly narrowing in thought. He didn’t remember you mentioning an outing.

“(Name)?” Just as he wondered if you were just going on a walk, a small piece of parchment fell out of your rucksack and landed on the floor. While you were quick to pick up the paper, his eyes captured what he could see.

And he knew his eyes weren’t deceiving him when the word “date” was clearly written on the parchment.

For a moment, he couldn’t move or think clearly. When you turned back at your name being called, a sense of unfamiliar dread immediately filled you at the sight. You didn’t know why, but you were sure what you were feeling was anxiety - it grew suffocatingly heavy each second past at the way he was sitting unnaturally still with his body turned towards you. It dawned on you that Albedo wasn’t blinking or moving one bit, blankly staring at your hands. Or you figured, staring at what you were holding.

“Are you going somewhere?” Albedo crossed his arms as he looked up in your face candidly as he slowly separated his gaze from the letter in your hand. Never once did he aim to be as strict with you as Rhinedottir was with him, but for the first time he felt deeply upset with your behaviour especially when you confirmed his suspicions with your next reply. Perhaps you wouldn’t have had the guts to reply like that if you were raised in a firmer upbringing - a small voice in the back of his head whispered.

“I seem to have been invited to dinner, master.” You blinked in slight confusion when you realised some of the familiar body languages you observed in him when he was perturbed. No, that wasn’t the word… he looked upset. Unwilling, you couldn’t say for sure, but one thing you knew for a fact was how displeased he looked despite keeping his nonchalant expression as usual. You knew better, you could figure out his mood at relatively ease in comparison to most around.

An unsettling silence persisted to your dismay, you apprehensively continued peering at him for a reply. Albedo’s stare had never felt this eerie before, you truly had no clue what he was thinking. You were no expert in social cues, but his behaviour right now suggested that you would possibly face his anger if you didn’t do something to figure out what the problem was. And you had to as soon as possible.

“With whom?” Maybe it was because you were distressed from irking him, you couldn’t answer right away clearly. And it was a mistake on your part. You figured that out when he got off his seat and slowly walked in your direction.

Now you are scared.

“C-Cavalry Captain Kaeya from your workplace, master.” You hated how meek your voice sounded just now, it was almost as if you were uncertain in your own answer. It didn’t take him more than fifteen steps inside his somewhat cramped research room until he was basically cornering you to the wall behind.

“Go on.” Albedo made no further steps to close the distance and instead just kept his unwavering gaze on you. He knew you’d never lie to him. His beloved perfection would under no circumstances betray his trust. And yet for the first time in his life he wished you would, tell him you weren’t going to that outing and never intended to anyway although every one of your behaviours told him otherwise. Now that he’s gotten a closer look, his inquisitive gaze travelled down your body in notice of your attire.

A skirt, huh. Short one at that- the one he liked the best although he had never told you personally. It was like pouring salt onto the wound that you’d wear that skirt to meet Kaeya of all people. Scratch that, he doesn’t want you gathering anyone’s filthy gaze with or without that skirt.

You, on the other hand, panicked slightly as he demanded that you provide him with more explanation. What else did he want to hear? That Kaeya had handed you a bouquet of red roses along with the letter that still remains in your room? That he had been courting you indiscreetly almost every time he encountered you on your short trips to Mondstadt city? Or did he want to hear that in truth you were unsure if you even liked Kaeya back and wanted to go out with him to take your mind off things? But it wasn’t your fault that you seemed to catch his interest, and it was Albedo who encouraged you to form interpersonal relationships to maintain a respectable social image. No one else knew about neither your nor his artificial origins, and perhaps to hide that to a certain extent, he (reluctantly) allowed you to interact with others without restraint.

To think you’d attempt to do on a date , however, was something he had never even considered.

The eerie silence continued for a time again, you couldn’t even meet his gaze. It was too intimidating and… void. If he had shown the slightest bit of emotion, you probably would have attempted to ease his tension but you couldn’t when you had no idea what his problem stemmed from. For the first time you wished Albedo would’ve gotten angry at you more, maybe if you had encountered his wrath frequently enough, you’d have known what to do.

“Go. On.” You jumped slightly at his firmer tone of voice and replied with whatever came to mind.

“I’ll be back soon, it won’t take long…” Again, your voice sounded too docile, unsure. Albedo normally seemed to favour your obedience. This time without exception, he expected you to comply without any complaint as he spoke his next words.

“You’re not leaving. I forbid it.” It took you a while to grasp what he meant, slowly turning your head to look in his eyes. And when you did you almost regretted doing so as your entire body froze in apprehension. For one, he looked furious . His already expressionless face looked absolutely void, empty. Not to mention, he never forbade you to leave Dragonspine like this so blatantly before. Every bit of body language he gave off forced you into submission. And yet again you couldn’t help but tense up and look at the ground in silence.

For a moment, he saw his own reflection in you, trembling in fear when Rhinedottir scolded him for making a slight mistake and finding it hard to meet her gaze when he knew it would be full of fury and disappointment. Even so, he couldn’t care less to seem kinder at this moment.

This time, he raised his pen to place underneath your chin, then slowly pushed your face upwards. A silent sign to not avoid his eyes, not to avoid him . You bit the inside of your cheek as you were forced to match his gaze.

“(Name).” He continued, and pulled away to put the pen in his pocket after he made sure you wouldn’t turn away again. The anxiety flooding your system still kept you slightly shivering, surely enough he took note of the way you showed signs of fear. But it appears that he had concluded educating you at this moment was a more urgent matter.

Or rather, he enjoyed having control over you more than he’d like to admit. And as twisted as it sounds inside his head, the alarmed look in your pretty eyes was the cherry on top.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, master, I…won’t leave until you permit me to.” You replied as directly as possible, cautious of angering him further. The sense of fear towards Albedo wasn’t something that felt right, you didn’t fancy being scared of him. Especially when most of the time he was your pillar of comfort, your safe haven when you needed him the most. Not the reason you were quivering in fright.

With an affirming nod, he pulled away slightly and gave you a bit of space to compose yourself. But even that privilege didn’t last too long.

“I don’t remember giving you orders to call me master.” Albedo tilted his head slightly to the side as he observed your body figure and subtle mannerisms further. By mortal standards, his gaze would undoubtedly be considered shameless and lustful as his pupils unknowingly dilated the lower his gaze travelled. But you didn’t have to know that, and even if you did… let’s just say he’s persuasive and proficient at explaining his unnatural behaviours- especially regarding you.

“Why is that?” You bit the inside of your cheek again, making your lips form a shape similar to a pout. He noticed how you shifted your body weight from one feet to another, a clear sign of how nervous you were. And fuck , surely you didn’t even know how desirable you looked to Albedo when your eyes were slightly fearful of him, and so sweetly willing to please your master and comply to his demands.

“I remembered that you called your own creator master… That’s why I just assumed.” Albedo raised his eyebrows in slight dawning as you remembered that brief conversation you two held about Rhinedottir. He never liked talking about her to you, he preferred to keep you in the dark as much as possible. And he had his own reasons, ones he would never speak out loud to anyone.

Chalk pursues gold - and he wants you to pursue him and him only. He would never allow you to find even a glimpse of another gold in your life, he would be the only one you’ll ever be with.

“Do you not like it, master? Would you prefer if I-” Your eyes widened when his hand reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. When did he get so close? Too caught up in your panic, you didn’t even realise when he came almost face to face to you.

“I don’t mind. Do what feels comfortable.” His smooth voice was barely higher than a whisper, the close proximity making you struggle on where to look. At this distance, every single detail of your face graced Albedo’s eyes, he imagined he’d be holding back his breath if his body needed oxygen like humans did. Your timid expression, your desire to perhaps pull back and put more space for comfort that you couldn’t fulfil due to your oh-so-adorable impulse to obey him, everything about you was perfect . He had had the exact same train of thought nearly millions of times now, ever since your creation.

And the best part? You were perfect only for him .

A sense of pride filled his senses as he slowly traced the lines of your face from jaw to your ear with his index finger. Albedo’s gaze visibly darkened as he glanced down at your lips parting ever so slightly in surprise, feeling his intentionally intimate gesture. He wanted that, he wanted you aware of his desires. And he knew you wouldn’t dare disobey no matter what he did now.

“Master…I-” He silenced you with a single look and you fell right into the palm of his hands again. Just where he liked you.

“Do I scare you, (Name)?” Your name fell off so easily from his lips, cooing in an alluringly sweet voice. Albedo’s eyes yet again dropped to your body as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed your chest to his firmly. He would be lying if he didn’t have… thoughts about his own lovely perfection before. In fact, on rare occasions where he happened to face problems with carnal desires, more often than not he found himself picturing your pretty body, your eyes and the way you called him master. And now having you so closely pressed to his body, your soft figure felt even better than his imagination. He reckoned just envisioning it wouldn’t suffice anymore.

“N-No.” You tried to reply firmly, silently wishing you meant your words. But you both knew that the truth was otherwise.

“Don’t lie to me.” If you were apprehensive before, your body froze in tension as Albedo suddenly placed his hand onto your neck. Walking another step closer, he pushed your back to the wall as he still kept his arm around you tightly. He wasn’t choking you by any means, his cool hand just warningly rested on your neck- a reminder of what he’d do if you lied or disobeyed him again. Instinctively, your breath hitched in fright.

“Yes- I am a bit…” You struggled not to reach out and hold onto his wrist to pull him away- it would undoubtedly anger him. And as that familiar look of fear filled your eyes, Albedo found himself strangely satisfied and intrigued. With an experimental squeeze of his hands, your back straightened as you took a sharp breath although it wasn’t cutting off your airflow just yet. Maybe he was even glad you were born with the need to breathe, otherwise he couldn’t indulge in…this action of his.

You didn’t know why, but your sight dropped unintentionally to his lips as he suddenly fell silent. The silent anticipation on what he’d do or say next laid heavy in your mind. And when he noticed where your eyes were fixated on, Albedo couldn’t find it in himself to hold back anymore.

Before you knew it, he pulled you in by your neck and his lips were on yours as he finally indulged in his dormant desires. You gasped quietly at the way he messily locked his lips onto yours, the kiss hungry and full of pent up lust as you struggled to respond and tensed your body as well as your mouth. Mimicking the way his eyes closed, you too fluttered yours shut as your hands hesitantly held onto his arm in an attempt to gain composure and reciprocate his actions.

“Open your mouth.” A shiver ran down your spine as his voice rumbled out, unfamiliarly breathy and raspy to the point you barely recognized it was him. You slowly parted your lips as his tongue entered your mouth, immediately brushing over yours. An unfamiliar whimper escaped you, the entirety of the situation feeling too new, too sudden.

WIthout pulling his lips away, he dropped his hands downwards and hoisted you up, gripping tightly under your thighs and shifting around your hips. In an attempt to find balance, your hands hastily wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist, body pressed firmly into his. You had half the mind to wonder if you were heavy, but it was a fleeting thought as he looked like he was unbothered, too caught up in his desires to claim you as his own. In his mind you already were his, you were his perfection, his creation. You just seemed to need a reminder.

With your body completely in his hold, you trembled softly as he pulled his lips away reluctantly to walk over to his desk. Albedo carelessly pushed off his precious reports off the surface and laid you down on your back, the hard wooden veneer uncomfortably stiff underneath you. His uncharacteristic impatience was shocking, never in a million years would you have imagined he would throw his papers on the ground like that.

“Master- Your reports-” Your words came to an abrupt end as he held onto your thighs to pull your body towards him, forcing them apart and standing in between.

“Eyes on me, (Name). I could rewrite them anytime.” Again, his voice was laced with that unfamiliar tone of huskiness, lust as you assumed. You had never seen such a gaze anywhere before, especially not from your normally composed master. Albedo leaned in closer to press his hips in between your thighs, dark teal gaze never leaving yours. A quiet gasp dropped from your lips as his hardness pressed into your clothed heat, barely separated by your stocking and panties. As much as you wanted to pull away and tell him you weren’t ready for this, you knew you couldn’t get him to stop. Not when his hunger for you was so painfully evident.

Albedo’s stare was almost penetrating, still gaze boring into each flash of expression as his hands unbuttoned your shirt. It was so painfully slow, each button coming off and exposing more of your bare skin, and him nearly worshipping the sight from your collarbones, chest, and downwards. Your body moved on its own at his single glance, lifting your upper body so he can remove the piece of fabric fully. And to your mortification, he just looked for a while, tongue lightly running over his lips as he drank in the sight of your body half bare. Another shiver ran down your spine as the cold snowy air from his window met your exposed skin.

“Wait… I don’t know if we should be doing this.” You voiced out your slight reluctance, to which his eyes narrowed in displease. His hands reached out to pull down your bra, cupping his hands over your soft breasts. Albedo paid no attention to the way your body quivered in fear and weakly tried to pull away, settling on squeezing harder to keep you still. Another warning to remind you what would happen if you protested.

“Do you not want to please me?” His voice was smooth and sickeningly sweet, coercing you to give into him like you always did. Deep down, both of you knew it wouldn’t take long before you succumbed to him.

“I…” You whimpered out quietly as his gloved hands roughly kneaded your chest until he decided it just wasn’t enough. The leather barrier was interrupting his experience. Momentarily he pulled away, bit onto the tips of his gloves to slide them off, then placed his bare hands onto your warm skin once more. Your teeth sank down onto your bottom lip as his cool hands massaged your soft mounds, making you whine pitifully when his fingers pinched onto your nipples.

“You’re so soft…” Albedo sounded more like he was talking to himself as he curiously caressed and squeezed your chest, gaze fluctuating between your flushed face, open lips making the prettiest sounds, and the way your breasts looked in his hands. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed more.

You felt your face heat up more in embarrassment, feeling his hands leave your chest and slid slowly down your waist. He never knew how or why your body was warmer than his, and he didn’t care to find out as he slowly grew fond of your warmth. Albedo lowered his hands more, reaching your hips as he traced a circle over your hip bone. He contemplated if he should strip the flowy miniskirt too, but decided against it from how snugly it fit on your waistline and accentuated your pretty body. Instead, he slithered his hands underneath and grabbed onto your inner thighs and ripped your thin stockings around the crotch. Your eyes closed as you felt the painful embarrassment and fear fill your senses, deciding you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Master, please-” You planted your elbows onto the desk and lifted your body upwards, your hair messily cascading down your face. Albedo glanced at you with unimpressed eyes, reluctantly letting you speak.

“I don’t want this, I…I’m scared.” It had been your first time speaking against him, and he was clearly displeased with your hesitance. You tried your best to hold your head up high, feigning confidence, but even that surge of resistance quickly disappeared when he grabbed onto your neck to pull you in closer. His grip was tight this time, cutting off your airflow as you instinctively reached out to his wrist in a futile attempt to loosen his hold.

“I’m your master.” Albedo reminded you, his voice dangerously low. His other hand brushed over your clothed heat, pressing down onto the wet spot over your entrance.

“And it seems like your body is honest in spite of your words.” You shivered and made a weak choking sound mixed with a whine when he moved away your underwear to slide his finger down your drenched folds. It was humiliating, the squelching sounds coming from your body as he moved his finger even slightly. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, the way his fingertips circled around your hole, gathered more slick and dragged it upwards- it made the lewdest sounds to your horror.

“Why are you so wet if you don’t want me?” An almost mocking smirk plastered on his lips, he gripped your neck tighter as he found your clit with ease. All sense of your surroundings slowly faded away as your lungs burned in asphyxiation, yet the dull sense of pleasure from his slender finger flicking and circling over your clitoris held your consciousness lucid. You hated how good it felt, hated how your body heated up in desire, hated the way he was doing this to you.

Just as you felt like you were about to black out, Albedo pushed you onto your back again, his hand shielding your head from slamming down onto the hard surface. As if that would hurt more than what he was going to do, you bit your lip as you closed your eyes in shame.

“This is an important action of intimacy shared amidst lovers, (Name).” You hated how calm and composed he sounded as the simple chiming of his belt unbuckling and falling to the floor felt deafeningly loud in your ears. Before you knew it, an unfamiliar feeling of hardness pressed in between your folds, sliding down slowly to your entrance.

“But- but we’re not…” You whimpered pitifully again, tensing your thighs and tried to close your legs although it was of no use from him standing in between.

“We are.” He pressed his lips onto yours firmly again, then pushed his hips in. Despite your initial attempt to keep your mouth closed, your lips parted in a pained whine as he forced open your insides- it hurts, it hurts so bad. As you cried out in discomfort, he took it as a sign to plant his lips harder, muffling your sounds and sinking his teeth onto your bottom lip to add onto the pain. The way your face twisted in exertion, the way your snug walls felt around his cock, the tears welling up in your eyes, it all veiled Albedo’s mind completely as he sank in fully into you. Your legs trembled from the dull aching, pressing into his sides in a desperate attempt to pull him away.

“Hold still, stop moving. It’ll only make it hurt more.” He pulled away his lips and he rested his head on your shoulder as he shifted and started pressing his hips deeper inside. Without his mouth on yours, your voice flowed freely as you made pained moans as his girth stretched your walls, the penetration burning not only in between your legs but spreading to your entire body. It almost felt like your bottom half was losing sense, and for a moment you wished it would so it would ease the throbbing ache from him forcing your insides to accommodate his size. All of your resistance seemed to fade away as the only thought in your head was the excruciating stretch, the way his cold hands held onto your hips tightly, nails digging into your skin and leaving crescent marks. He pulled out until only the tip remained then rammed in all the way experimentally, making you gasp and squirm in resistance. In contrast to your pained whimpers, his noise sounded satisfied, feeling a sense of bliss from your tight walls embracing his cock pleasurably.

“Did I not teach you physical intimacy is performed only with your significant lover? Isn’t that why you’re still inexperienced?” Albedo didn’t sound as composed as before, thrusts growing shallow as he groaned quietly from how your body accommodated him. You couldn’t reply, all you could manage was discomforted whimpers and holding on desperately so you wouldn’t pass out from the pain. He claimed your body greedily, sliding his cock in and out at a faster pace as he grew used to the feeling. You were perfect, fuck , you were perfect for him. His perfection, his, his .

“Would you do this with someone else?” If you were one bit more lucid than you were, you probably would’ve wanted to slap him and push him away. But you couldn’t manage, you couldn’t even resist his grip as his hands slid upwards from your hips to your waist as he held you down forcefully with no room for even squirming anymore. It hurt, it hurt. With no regard to your walls still clamping down in discomfort, he dragged his cock inside of you over and over, the humiliating sounds of skin against skin ringing in your ear.

With your last shred of pride, you opened your mouth to say you would, and that anyone would be better than him. He took notice of the change in your gaze, then shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You drooled helplessly as he pushed in deeper both into your mouth and into your insides, you gagged as his fingers reached deep into your throat. Albedo pressed his chest down onto yours to force you still, pressed down on your tongue, making you choke even more. Tears dropped down your face onto the mahogany desk as his hips kept slamming into yours, his hardness rubbing painfully on your walls as you struggled to get used to the sensation still. Your muscles convulsed from the aching stretch, you didn’t even know if he was that girthy or if it was his relentless pace barely giving you time to breathe, or your inexperience. Whatever it was, it hurt so bad, to the point you felt all of your strength fade with each thrust he forced into you. And perhaps it was your lack of resistance causing your muscles to relax, the sensation of him dragging his cock in and out slowly seemed to mix with the slightest hints of pleasure.

A part of you was relieved when the pain was at least soothed with the glimpse of bliss, but another half was furious and ashamed that your body would get used to this so easily. Especially when he pulled out and slammed back in, the friction grew almost pleasant, the way his veiny cock dragged over near your entrance only to dive in deep again. Albedo didn’t miss the way your voice shook with a more pleasured moan, then rose his head from your shoulder to look in your face. He knew you’d give in eventually, and he was finally seeing you unravel underneath him and entrust your body to him. A twisted sense of love and longing on his dark gaze, he lowered his head again and left a trail of sickeningly gentle kisses over your neck. You shuddered and squealed weakly as your body succumbed to him, his loving kisses on your collarbones to your shoulders in contrast to his painful thrusts clouding your mind. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak or resist, all you could do was take whatever he had to give you. And that’s exactly what Albedo wanted. This is how you looked the prettiest, the most perfect version of you, moaning under him as he took your body to the apex of his desires. Soon enough you’ll get used to it, you’d perhaps even get addicted to him fucking into you like this. With time he will have you where he wants you. He always did.

Just as your body fell limp in lack of energy, he thrusted from a slightly different angle as he arose after pushing your thighs to your chest. Your body helplessly quivered and your back arched, a particularly lewd moan falling from your lips from the new spot he brushed over. Albedo’s eyes widened in slight surprise, then a smug smirk appeared on his lips.

“Here?” He pushed his hips at the same angle again while holding your thighs still, the tip of his cock dragging over your g-spot almost painfully hard. You jolted in pleasure as your eyes were wide open, the pain fading away slowly to your horror. Albedo hummed softly at your reaction, seemingly pleased with your face showing clear signs of pleasure no matter how much you tried to conceal.

“No- No, wait wait- No- Ah-! Please fuck, no-!” Your protests went unheard, or rather ignored as he slammed back in while mentally noting both your spot and the angle. It would be of use in future endeavours.

“Just let me please you, (Name). You don’t need to resist so much.” Albedo’s pleased smile persisted in spite of his urgent thrusts, the dull aching of his relentless penetration still lingering but the pleasure filled your senses more this time. None of your expressions were left unappreciated by his watchful eyes, drinking in the sight of you losing control and letting go of your pride. Your mind was a blur, you almost couldn’t see him anymore from your tears welling in your eyes although the feeling of his cock forcefully thrusting into your insides and pounding over your tender spot held your bodily reactions and consciousness lucid. Another high pitched whine fell from your lips as his grip tightened on your flesh, spreading your legs open more as he slammed in, the humiliating sound of your wetness and your moans drowning out Albedo’s own pleasured pants. If the circumstances had been different, perhaps you would’ve quietly admired how pretty his soft moan sounded, smooth voice almost tickling your heartstrings. But with the way his gaze shifted in between the way his cock sank in and out of you coating him in your clear lubrication and your face twisting in both pain and pleasure, you still felt the lingering heartbreak from the way he forced himself on you so suddenly. It wasn’t as though you didn’t hold affection for your master, in fact you were sure you held feelings for him deep inside. Your quiet love for him both faded away and intensified with every time he rutted his hips into you, your rationality and your heart dividing into two. A deceitful voice whispered that Albedo was doing this because he loved you, this was an act shared between lovers, remember? He wouldn’t make love with anyone else, you were special. You tried your best to silence these twisted thoughts, yearning to convince yourself that this couldn’t be out of love. It couldn’t, then why was he slamming his hips into yours so forcefully, why were you still crying both in pleasure and heartache as he used your body so carelessly?

“I love you.” To your horror, Albedo whispered quietly just enough for you to hear. You blinked and let the tears run down as you looked at him in confusion. Love? This is love? He loved you?

“I love you, (Name).” He repeated again, looking at you with a gaze so tender and soft, all the while he sank his fingers down onto your thighs almost painfully and kept rutting his hips feverishly into you. From the repetitive motion Albedo’s half braided hair came loose, cascading over his face so unfairly prettily. His loving gaze, slight pink flush on his cheeks and the affectionate smile- it felt wrong, it felt like a lie but you knew he meant it. Or at least you somehow believed so. You didn’t know how or why, you didn’t have the leisure to think about such things, but when he let go of your thighs and leaned over to kiss your lips gently, all of your apprehension seemed to evaporate into the cold air as you found yourself kissing him back weakly. His lips moved over yours slowly, a sharp contrast to the way he was still pounding deep into your raw insides. Even the pain seemed to melt away like it was never there in the first place, your muscles completely relaxing and taking his cock in freely. Albedo moaned into your mouth softly as he continued taking you passionately, and before you knew it, you felt the growing pressure inside you burst. Your walls clamped down tightly around his cock, making him groan again as you spasmed around him, coating his length in your cum. The somewhat unexpected orgasm washed over your body, making you tense and squirm underneath him but this time you weren’t trying to desperately push him away. In fact, you mindlessly wrapped your legs around him and sighed into the kiss as he slowed down slightly not to overstimulate you too much. His small acts of kindness were almost laughable after all he’s done, but you’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t squeezing in silent delight, relishing in his love. Yes, love.

If this was his love, maybe you’d learn to accept him for what he is. Maybe you’d accept your role as his perfect creation and mend into his every demand. You couldn’t think anymore, kissing him back weakly as you slowly came down from your climax.

And just as he noticed your orgasm slowly fade away, his pace yet again increased until he was pounding deep into you again. You let it happen, you couldn’t find it in yourself to resist anymore. At least that’s what you thought as you felt him twitch inside your walls and not pull back the slightest, seemingly even diving in deeper and deeper each thrust.

And your heart sank in your chest again.

“Master no- No, not inside, please master, what if-”

“Neither of us know if we’re fertile, and we’ll- mmh, take care of it should the time come.” Albedo grunted as he kept snapping his hips to yours desperately, pace growing frantic as he neared his orgasm. In truth he had no intention of “taking care” of any accidents, it wouldn’t even be an “accident” to begin with. He wanted you to be his, and if getting you knocked up with his baby would make you give in, that’s what he’ll settle for. Whatever it took for you to be his, he’d do. Anything for his beloved perfection to be all his on the palm of his hands.

“No- Master no- please, no-!” Your squeals were unheard and disregarded once more, his head resting on the crook of your neck as he moaned a bit louder as the pleasure washed over you again, deliberately angling his hips to pound into your sensitive spot over and over as you writhed in the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm. The overstimulation made you cry louder, tears dropping down your face again as you tried your best to hold on, and after a while he thrusted one last time deeply into you, then warmth flooded inside your womb. It was a bizarre feeling of his cum spilling deep inside of your walls, the warm liquid threatening to drip down if he pulled out. And precisely with that in mind, he rested his head on your chest again as both of you panted heavily after the intense shocks of your release. You cried softly as you felt your body feel used and ruined, and the fear of potential pregnancy laid hefty in your mind. If Albedo didn’t know if you were fertile, there was no finding out was there? He didn’t even know if he himself could impregnate you? The petrifying questions remained unanswered as you laid helplessly and unmoving underneath the weight of his body.

Albedo, on the other hand, felt his chest squeeze with delight and fulfilment. His own borderline delusional emotions clouded his mind- perhaps this is the truth of this world. Holding another life in your hands as your own. You were a life he could fully control, that had to be the meaning of his existence. The reason why he was born into this world. For the first time in his existence, Albedo didn’t care if his answer would fit into Rhinedottir’s assessment criteria. What he held in his arms at this moment was worth more than anything that has ever graced his solitude of a life.

-

The next day, the red roses Kaeya gave you mysteriously disappeared without a trace along with the vase. You never knew what happened to it, but you knew better than to pry.

Chalk pursues gold. And he’d always make sure that you remained his flawless gold, not the one who left him behind. He just had to make sure you never found out that you were crafted to perfectly resemble his master in her golden shadows, a secret he intended to keep until the day of his perish.

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