Lahmu Keep

Albertus thought Meron was asking a lot of him. By her own words, Meron thought much the same even though she expressed it in a devious way. Little did she know, she was essentially asking him to forsake his very existence. Ah, but he'd do it anyway for the sake of having a fun time. "Really, you're gonna lay it on that thick? Come on, at least let me sulk without the extra~" he joked.

Into the closet they went, and into the space between flesh and thong Albertus went. Sadly, he wouldn't have time to bask in his shaft being forced against Meron's backside, as she soon went about removing the article holding him there. It wasn't so bad, though. In pulling her undergarments down, Meron naturally bent herself over. For the first time, Albertus saw the full curve of Meron's rear, and what a curve it was. His eyes traveled down and never shifted up again. He was... mesmerized. There was so much. There was too much. Albertus was one of the greatest Gods of Creation to ever exist. He was without question the one male entity most suited to copulating with the most curvaceous of women, of any species. Even this unquestionable truth in the history of this world could not stop Albertus from wondering if he could even handle what he was seeing. "... Wow. Never thought I'd see the day, but I don't know if I'm good enough to deal with this." As he spoke, Albertus moved his hands as if entranced, grabbing hold of Meron's backside to the best of his ability. His member had hardly moved, yet now it was nestled between Meron's cheeks again whilst aimed upward. This whole 'pulling out' thing was going to be the most difficult experience in his very, very long life─ he knew it. "I might need more luck. . ."

A joking Albertus claimed she could have let him sulk without adding in the extra. He claimed she was laying on her ideations with smothering types of quality. A little smirk passed her face, at his words. "Oh? And why should I let you sulk?~" she questioned while shaking her hips just a little. She definitely wasn't going to let him off the hook, so to speak. No, she was having a very good time being the one teasing but she was about to experience something rather new.

Well, that was wrong, she'd been experiencing new things in this man's presence the entire time they'd known each other. But here and now they were doing something very different, they were having a good time, and he was looking at the uninterrupted curvature of her rear while she bent over to remove her panties. She didn't know exactly what this man was going to say, but looking at his face in the mirror she was sure he was entranced. Did looking at her bottom really do that to him? Well if his words were to be taken at face value then the answer was yes. "I don't think I've ever heard a sentence more affirming in my life..." she muttered in that moment. She'd definitely been with the wrong man. He hadn't been terrible to her, but he also hadn't made her feel like she was something otherworldly. Every girl should get to feel like this, she was certain. It did great things for all of her mentality, "If you're not good enough, I doubt anyone else would be..." she mentioned while shifting her hips against his manhood where it found itself between her cheeks. "But I have faith in you... gambare," she finished up. Truly this man was a god among men, if he thought himself unworthy it was everyone else who fell short. Ah, well... he could take it at pace, she'd allow him that much though admittedly anticipation was building, just the same she watched him through the mirror wondeirng how he'd choose to attack.

Sulking was obviously not allowed, according to Meron. Albertus would have continued joking around about it, but the movement of Meron's hips rubbed his crotch just the right way to produce... utter silence from the man. Was this another human thing? His erection was being gently tossed out of its resting place and onto Meron's cheeks with each movement, only to land right back in the crevice by the end. For some reason, this was something he enjoyed. There was no obvious trace of mana beyond the expected human amount in her flesh, so there had to be something else at play.

The missing factor in Albertus' mind was simple arousal. He entertained the idea of it numerous times since they were only flirting. Now as he gazed endlessly into that hypnotic rump, pulses traveled through his member like never before. Meron took his claim of unworthiness in a very interesting way, but he actually meant every word. If he wasn't good enough, who would be? Well, maybe if he actually failed, he'd send his brother her way; that would do the trick. "Well I could call my brother. We're twins, but he's more of a... destroyer than I choose to be. Or, I could try something more his speed. Maybe I could even call him over while I'm still here. Whatever you're into," he mused. Regardless, Meron expressed faith in his ability. The continued movement of her hips had already riled him up enough for his own hips to thrust gently. Since that was the case, he briefly enjoyed the feeling of rubbing between her cheeks, similarly to how she used her breasts on him before.

Eventually, his length glided its way back down enough to be aligned with Meron's opening. There was no further hesitation before the head was inserted. There, he rested, thumping away. A few moments were required to really savor the sensation he'd not felt in eons. Albertus felt at home again. Of course, feeling at home only meant that he couldn't remain in the shallows for very long. He was moving forward bit by bit, palpitating with every little bit of gained depth. Inserting himself was such a squeeze, he almost wondered how Meron had managed this herself with such ease.

Sulking was indeed disallowed but there were playful reasons for that sort of thing. Beyond that point there was something else said by Albertus which gave Meron a great deal of pause. When she teasingly mentioned that if he wasn't worthy she didn't know who would be, he claimed that he had a twin brother he could potentially call upon to make up any difference. If she liked. What?! The amount of absolute shock in her soul couldn't have been denied. "I... uh... I don't even know what to say to that. I am certain that two of anything like you is way too much for me and probably for the entire world," she said, not even knowing the truth of such a statement. She imagined there being two general types of twins, the kind that were the same person essential and the kind who were opposing. Albertus twin was implied to be an imposing opposing person and Meron was certain she wouldn't even know what to do with such a man.

Ah, but with that out of the way there were other matters to attend to, like the gentle movements of her hips which left Albertus manhood shifting around her cheeks. He seemed so strangely fixated on her person she wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Even so, she was rather excited for the coming events. What would he be doing, how would it be playing out. A position like this wasn't one she found herself in very often at all, her husband hadn't tried something like this since before their first child. Even so, she imagined the depth that a person like Albertus could reach was much more interesting than what she'd been used to.

Eventually, his shaft would be found traveling towards her opening and slowly pushing forward just a bit. Meron could swear just with this slow insertion she could feel an almost maddening pulse as just the tip of him rested within her. A sigh passed her lips, because she'd been the one taking him in at the other angle, this one provided an even tighter squeeze which only served to contribute to her current level of feeling. He was steadily gaining depth and Meron's breaths were getting caught in her chest as her hips gently wiggled with each forward movement. This man wasn't teasing her, it just seemed to be taking quite a bit of time for the build up to hit its maximum and all the while her sex seemed to be stretching to accomodate. Ah, positional changes did the most and all she could do was enjoy as he found his depth and rhythm.

The idea of interacting with Albertus' twin brother was one that didn't sit in the most positive way for Meron. She didn't seem inherently opposed to the idea, thinking only that two individuals like Albertus himself would be too much... for the entire world? She wasn't wrong there. He and his brother could hardly function at capacity in the original world, at least not at the same time. Both of them existing in one of these fragmented planets would probably send it spiraling into utter chaos. Even so... "I'm not so sure. I think you could handle it just fine."

Squeezing his way into Meron's depths without any sort of barrier between them was precisely what Albertus needed. The difference in sensation was massive and arguably superior to anything he'd ever known. He was breathing slowly and deeply while pushing forward. Humans really had a leg up on even Creators now. Albertus wondered if going with limited senses for a bit had affected how he perceived the current goings-on, though he wouldn't wonder long as he was gradually reaching the end of Meron's womanhood.

The journey was long. Many agonizing moments went into his descent into the woman's core, each one filled with the blinding mass of her backside assaulting his retinas and the palms of his hands. His fingers sank into the plumpness of her rear with even greater ease than his tool had penetrating her orifice. Finally reaching the end of a narrow tunnel, Albertus exhaled a deep breath and took another moment to... recover, so it seemed. "Well that's different. I didn't even..." Albertus paused once more. He meant to bring up the fact that he hadn't utilized the mirrors yet, but then, he did. In his view was the very same rump he'd been watching all along, but also her face and those breasts that consumed most of her body from the forward-viewing angle. "Wow," he said. If nothing else, Albertus had a new point of focus. He'd be capable of seeing various angles of Meron while the pivoting of his hips began, causing a rather gentle knocking against the end of her canal at intervals of a few seconds each.

Albertus in his infinite strangeness apparently thought Meron could have handled both he and his twin. Wasn't that a flattering sentiment, when Meron herself was certain two men like that would be terrible for the world at large for a very specific sort of reason? Whatever the case, she couldn't help but enjoy it as an idea even if it was one she had no intention of delving very far into. As for something being delved into, there was Meron herself, and the slow push that Albertus was making into her depths with apparently a great deal more difficultly than Meron herself had taken while taking that ride of hers earlier. What was more he eventually reached the end of her much to her own chagrin.

She'd found his slow push forward to be equally agonizing to her as it had been to him. Of course, it was plenty enjoyable as that dive into her depths was something that she couldn't have denied liking nor had she ever felt anything like it before. A qualitative difference between him and her previous lovers was rather obvious to her. What was more, his was seemingly developing in the moment. He hadn't even? "Oh? You weren't looking yet?" she teased just a little. And then she got a wow as he appraised her through all those mirrors and angles. Suddenly though there was a problematic thing happening. He'd begun pivoting his hips against hers. She felt those plunges into the depths of her body and she squeezed in response of this thrusts. Each knock at the end of her though seemed to be enticing in a way she didn't know it could be. And before she realized it her own hips were rocking against his, meeting his thrusts with similar vigor. Just the same her face was reddening and there was a certain spot being reached with enough repetition that she could feel herself falling towards a certain eventuality.

Albertus had a desire to see everything at once, and now he'd have exactly that. Each of those mirrors in front of Meron gave a slightly different angle to appreciate when compared to each other, and of course there was the direct view he had of Meron from behind. This was far from how a Creator of his era would have done. Even with that being the case, Albertus considered this method somehow better. Meron was bent at the waist, which created a phenomenon unknown to the male previously. With each of those slow thrusts came a gentle swaying of her breasts. That alone took his attention again and again.

Indeed, he hadn't been looking originally. Now that he was however, he couldn't possibly look away. "I wasn't. Fat chance I'll stop now though," he responded. Where was he to put his hands? They were more than full already with Meron's backside, but there was so much more to potentially take hold of. Her breasts, for instance, would be shifting more as his pace increased and hers did so with it. He was a fair bit taller than the woman; he could reach them without much issue at all. Would he be doing that? Sort of. His right hand shifted from ass to hip, functioning as leverage while his left hand slid up Meron's back and around her chest. One would be enough, right? It certainly had to be, as Albertus squeezed and lifted just that one to wonder if normal humans could even manage doing so for very long. Maybe they couldn't. He could, of course, and would whilst letting the other behave however it wished.

It was interesting, the fact that both the participants in this debauchery were having new and varied experiences. Meron would have hardly believed that someone as strapping as Albertus made it to be walking around this world without such experiences, but they'd come from different times, completely. Here and now, she was busy being rather directly assaulted by his manhood. Well that was quite a deal rougher as a statement than what Meron would have called it. Even while being bent over at the waist, she was being pummeled in a way that was gentle enough to be enticing to her own body's movements.

At the same time, Albertus answered her teasing question with the idea that he wouldn't be looking away again. Sure enough when her eyes moved from their spot on the mirror upwards she'd find herself capable of looking at this man's eyes as they took her in at various angles. How committed. "That's a lot of attention, you know~" she mused seeming to be fighting back against sensations she was easily swooning over. Actually she was stunned to find him so bemused by the sight, maybe he was just a voyeur of some sort. Whatever he wasn't it wasn't simply someone who enjoyed watching. This revelation was given as he reached for one of her breasts from behind her, stopping those gentle movements as she moaned at the random attention she'd not been expecting. It definitely wasn't normal for anyone to be able to reach so far and actually manage to stop her even a bit but that only made it more exciting. Her upper body would end up raising slightly unconsciously as she increased the angle of his penetration and also gave him more access to her upper body. The arch in her spine became more pronounced by virtue as well. She seemed to be adjust pretty easily to the strokes he delivered and as such she continued to meet them knowing she'd approach her end and the quaking of her walls hinting at the incoming crest. And when it happened she felt her knees weaken slightly as he plagued her body with such interesting treatment.

With his hands each finding something new to hold, Meron altered the position of her body a bit. She became more upright in a way, albeit with the most pronounced curve in her back. Something was especially appealing about that angle. It wasn't even exclusively a visual thing; the feeling of her walls collapsing around his girth was enhanced twofold at least. Yet again, Albertus realized a difference between creation and sex. When creating, all things were perfect for the sake of creation alone. As things were going now however, there were peaks and valleys to every sensation. Just now, Albertus was experiencing more of the peak side.

The amount of attention he offered Meron was allegedly a lot. Albertus didn't mind that at all. He always had a propensity for the excessive. There was no sense of the old competitions he had with his brother this time. Even so, he relished in the excess. "You say that, but I think you like it," he said. This slightly-altered position resulted in a change to Albertus' methods as well. His thrusting was ramping up bit by bit, and now it was also shifting angle with every forward movement. Each future movement would see his length pivoting its way into Meron in such a way as to grind its tip against her canal's end. That little 'pulling out' plan of Meron's was looking less rational by the moment. Albertus could feel his own mana as it gathered in his groin. In keeping with the woman's request, he at least attempted to restrain it. Alas, Albertus knew nature would always run its course in due time. Perhaps Kujaku Meron would eventually understand that as well. . .

Every movement of this man's body made Meron squirm a little bit. And rather suddenly those intrusive thoughts started again, just as her angling and the movements of Albertus' hips. Something about the nudging against the end of her being and those different angles, had her giving consideration to the idea of making sure he didn't leave the confines of her body when it was time for him to reach his end. How ridiculous it was, for her to think something like that after protesting so much. Perhaps if she'd known about his extra advice ahead of time, she might have already been on birth control, but she didn't exactly expect to suddenly find herself in this situation. Given this the constant thought that she should tell him to wasn't exactly something she wished to confess to just yet.

Luckily for her, she wouldn't have to immediately, as cute and moaning notes kept leaving her lips, it seemed that Albertus was content to comment on the fact that she seemed to like the attention she was receiving. "I find myself liking a lot right now..." she mused while exhaling a hearty breath. Something great was approaching of that she was sure, that constant knocking and her own collapse around his manhood. "Am I indecisive if I change my mind again right now?" she asked almost rhetorically. Of course, she was looking for absolution but it wouldn't really help. Sober her would be mad about it, but here and now, she'd be tickled pink by the sensation she was now looking for. Right at the end of her.