[Chilis] Prince’s Princess (Fragile Fantasy) - Part I
No copycat can trick you into believing they are Albedo. No. Not ever. You know your Teacher Albedo too well to be fooled easily. But should you really confront them head-on when you aren’t even a good fighter? What will happen to the poor you?
Starring : Fellflower Albedo, Primordial Albedo
Warning : 🌶🌶 [Chilis] Non-consensual (ish), (Phallic) tendrils, BDSM-theme, Pistil and stamen talks, Whopperflower, Drugging, Fingering (clothed and unclothed), Pet names (if it bothers you), Cunnilingus, Dom Albedo (?), etc.
Links : Masterlist | Part II
Target audience is female reader.
To whoever is reading, please enjoy.
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To be Teacher Albedo’s – no – Albedo’s mentee was one of your luckiest achievements as it gave you opportunities to actively seek help from the best practitioner of alchemy. This meant that you had someone truly wise and knowledgeable in the field to guide you. Also, you had valid reasons to talk to your crush. No, you definitely did not study alchemy just because of Albedo!
Whenever you would visit Albedo in Favonius Headquarters or Dragonspine, you would always prepare sweets as gifts. The Kreideprinz loved your snacks. He appreciated your goodies and happily accepted them every time, thanking you with a sweet smile that makes you swoon internally. Soon enough, you found yourself liking the same treats as he did. But instead of munching on the finished product, you suckled on raw ingredients while making the gifts for the great alchemist.
One afternoon, you decided to visit the dashing gentleman in Dragonspine, hoping for a consultation about academics. As per usual, you made delicious treats for the Chief Alchemist to enjoy. With a bag on your back, you headed to the harsh mountain blanketed in white. In the middle of your journey, the unpredictable weather of Dragonspine suddenly turned for worse. The area visibility became poor; the howling wind became louder; the cold became even more unbearable. Everything was white and you were lost in the freezing mountain. Albedo’s camp was still far. You panicked and wished the prince would come to save you.
But of course Albedo wouldn't. How could he when he was not expecting your arrival? You squinted your eyes and tried your best at surviving, hoping to find some kind of refuge amidst the snowstorm. Suddenly, you felt the weight of a hand on your shoulder. It startled you as it might be a Fatui, a treasure hoarder, or even a hillichurl. You doubted the last option but still – what if?
"[Your name], I’m glad I found you. Are you alright?" the mystery creature behind you asked.
That soothing voice. You turned around to see your mentor casting you a concerned look; unbothered of the whirling hellish snowstorm. You beamed at Albedo's improbable appearance.
"T – Teacher...! I mean – Albedo! Hello! I came to visit you!" you exclaimed, covering your face as twigs and leaves came flying around.
"It is quite an inconvenient weather. Come with me. I do not wish for you to be afflicted with some kind of disease," Albedo said as he beckoned you. He wrapped a cold arm around your shoulder and led you to safety. Feeling a bit brave yourself, you gingerly snuggled closer to Albedo as his unusual bold gesture made you slightly warm despite the low temperature.
The two of you went inside a cave to let the storm rage on. It was less frosty compared outside and there were no flying rubbish so you could clearly observe the surroundings.
The area was new to you. Many books, alchemical solution, and apparatuses were messily scattered in a corner. Judging by the looks of it, it seems Albedo recently concocted something. Your eyes narrowed as you did not know Albedo had another domain where he stayed.
Inspecting the place further, you found no sketchpad nor drawing canvas anywhere. It was something Albedo would usually bring with him. For such items to be absent, you assumed Albedo only had to stay here temporarily. But even so…
"I hope the weather dies down soon," you huffed, putting down your bag.
Albedo only hummed in response, busying himself in tidying the disheveled area of his temporary camp.
Eyeing the books carefully, you noticed they were the ones Albedo mentioned to have been missing from his bookcase. The latest book to have disappeared – one that vanished four days ago – was now in Albedo's hands, being decluttered. Your mind raced with various thoughts, formulating an explanation as to why the hardbacks were here.
"Oh, Albedo. I brought you some snacks," you perked.
"I know,” Albedo replied with a smile so gentle that had you melting. “I could smell your delicious sweet scent from miles. Hence the reason why I was able to track you down.”
That was an unexpected statement. Yes, you did like Albedo but this was…creepy.
It was the final piece for you to conclude this was not your Prince Albedo. There were many clues not only in the surrounding but also on himself. The cold arm around your shoulders. The messily scattered apparatus. The sketchpad. The missing books. The lacking star on his neck. The disturbing statement. If this person or creature were to mimic Albedo, they should have at least put in more effort.
What was their reason for copying Albedo? Why did they steal from your mentor? Why would they lead you here? When were you going to confront them? A lot of questions popped in your head and your sugar-rushed brain told you now was the best time to know these answers.
“You. You’re not Albedo, aren’t you?” you braved, secretly gripping the dagger hidden in your pocket.
“Hmn? What an odd thing to say. What made you speculate such a thing?” Albedo asked, curiously looking at you.
“There are a lot to mention,” you narrowed your eyes, alerting yourself for any suspicious movements.
“How silly of you, [your name],” Albedo snickered at your response. “I shall inquire again: what made you speculate such a thing? Perhaps I can explain the logic behind such and such.”
“Pfft! Why should I give the tells? So you could correct them? You’re completely mistaken if that’s what you were hoping,” you hissed, still cautious of the stranger.
“Ah. You truly are smart, aren’t you?” he let out another low chuckle. “I like you.”
Albedo just said he likes you. You would’ve thrown yourself at the man while squealing in ecstasy if it weren’t for the fact that he was a fake. He even confirmed it himself.
“Who are you and why are you copying Teacher Albedo?” you interrogated the criminal. Any time – he would probably do something any time now.
“Me? I am Albedo,” he declared with a sexy smirk. If only the real Albedo would give you a look the way this copycat was doing.
“No, you aren’t.“
Albedo fell silent, keeping on his seductive grin. He seemed to be contemplating as he hid his beautiful teal orbs behind its lids. After a moment of silence, he lazily opened his eyes to meet yours.
“A shame. And I thought this disguise was perfect.”
“Do better. Who are y – ”
Your words were replaced by a squeak when multiple purplish tendrils suddenly emerging from the ground. Even before you could react, you found yourself hoisted in the air; unable to move as your arms and legs were bound by the tendrils. Your dagger met the ground with a soft clink.
“I am Albedo,” the creature repeated.
“What is this?! Put me down right now!” you demanded with gritted teeth, struggling to free yourself.
Albedo's limbs had transformed into some kind of plantae and more of its vines buried themselves on the ground. Shortly, another set of tendrils sprang up, lively fluttering and waving in the air. One particular thick phallic vine presented itself to you. Its tip leaked an intoxicating sweet-smelling liquid that made you feel light-headed. Instinct told you to keep your mouth shut in fear of being forced to swallow the unknown matter. The wet tendril poked your cheeks, spreading a generous amount of the weird substance on your flesh until it drips down your clothing. The stimulating scent effortlessly invaded your nostrils and had your body feeling hot.
This kind of plantae – you now realized what it resembled: a whopperflower. However, it was a rare to find one capable of learning to replicate humans or growing into such size. What a dangerously peculiar specie… Surely the real Albedo would be interested in it…if you could report it to him.
“My sweet little pistil. You’re really pretty. I can’t wait to make my stamen pump you full of my pollen,” the unwonted whopperflower chimed with lust-filled eyes, hungrily watching your splayed form in the air. “You love it when your teacher praises you, don’t you? Then be a good girl and make Albedo feel good.”
Oh, Archons, it wanted to mate with you!
“N – no!! Let me go! Stop!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, horrified of the predicament you were in. “Someone! Anyone! Help!” you pleaded, desperately praying to the Archons that they send someone to rescue you.
“HahAHaHahA! No one will come to save you, dear [your name]!” the whopperflower mocked, aligning the tip of his leaking phallic tendril in front of your face just to tease you.
You frantically thrashed around in hopes of freeing yourself from the tendrils’ grasps. Try as you might you could not loosen the bindings. Deep in your mind, you know the whopperflower was right: no one will come to save you.
You were bothered of your body’s response. It was wrong to have your pussy so wet at the thought of being violated by the deliciously long and thick stamen; wrong to imagine it rampaging inside and stretching your tight little cunt; wrong to imagine if this phallic tendril can reach deep enough to kiss your cervix; wrong to imagine being stuffed full of its pollen; wrong to imagine cumming from being defiled like a toy; wrong to imagine being pollinated by the plantae; wrong to imagine carrying its plant babies – if it was even possible; wrong to imagine the real Albedo as the one fucking and breeding you. The lewd thoughts had your panties soaked as your womanhood ached at the need to be penetrated.
“Fellflower, what are you doing?” another voice spoke. It was your favourite soothing sound – but you weren’t sure if it was produced by the real person or just your imagination.
Still hoisting you in the air, the whopperflower ceased its antics as sounds of footsteps became louder. Soon it revealed Albedo, calmly looking at you and the unusual whopperflower. Your face lit up upon seeing your dear prince.
“Teacher…!” you cried out to your mentor but your words fell on deaf ears.
“Fellflower, what are you doing?” Albedo repeated as he crossed his arms, his tone now demanding. “I believe I instructed you to simply fetch [your name]. What kind of a sore sight is this?”
“I want her for myself! I want her for myself!” the whopperflower chanted while throwing a hissy fit which Albedo ignored.
It looked like a spoiled bratty child grouching at his stoic father. It kept screaming, demanding a toy – you – from Albedo. But Albedo had no reaction whatsoever. A catatonic stare was all it took for the whopperflower to shush its yapping and cower its head. It gave up and simply lowered you enough for Albedo to be able to reach. Albedo hummed in approval and made his way in front of you.
“I apologize for the graceless treatment, [your name],” Albedo said softly, touching your face gingerly.
“Teacher Albedo, I – ”
Slap!
“Tsk. Don’t call me that,” Albedo hissed.
You were rendered speechless as your mind barely registered why your cheeks stung. You looked at Albedo to find his brows uncharacteristically knitted tightly. His glare was intense and you shivered at his angered expression. You shouldn’t be turned on by this yet there you were, getting aroused by his harsh treatment –
– which Albedo had never ever done to anyone or anything. Hopefully. Albedo was a gentle person. Surely he would never hit someone out of anger? But why was he so enraged? Oh, right. He did not want to be called “Teacher Albedo”. Instead, he wanted to be simply called “Albedo”. Perhaps you called him “Teacher Albedo” too much that he was getting tired of it.
“Ah – I’m sorry, Albe – ”
Slap!
“Did I not tell you to refrain from calling me that?” Albedo spat with another slap on your cheek. “It was a simple instruction, [your name].” Slap! “One simple instruction and you couldn’t follow.”
“B – But you said – !”
Slap!
“Oh my. Are you really talking back to me, [your name]?” Albedo revolted. Slap! “I wonder how should I discipline someone as incompliant as you.”
Slap! Slap!
“Teacher, I’m sorry!” you cried, cheeks all puffy – clearly suffering from the pricking pain.
Your eyes were glossy as tears started to form, You couldn’t do anything to relieve your hurting as you were still immobilized by Fellflower Albedo. The more Albedo hit his hand on your flesh, the more your face continued to ache and your pussy continued to burn.
“I want to fill her up! I want her! I want her!” Fellflower Albedo begged once again as he felt crazy from smelling your sweet honeypot.
“Silence!” Albedo roared at the poor plant who immediately cowered in fear. The prince scoffed at it, turned back to you, and gave you a smirk. “You’re sorry?” he let out a sarcastic tone followed by another slap. “Then show me how sorry you are.”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The ruthless Albedo finally stopped. He removed his gloves before cupping your cheeks in both his hands. Softly he circled his glove-less thumbs on your skin while admiring your features. You leaned at your prince’s calm touch – feeling Albedo's skin on yours for the first time. He hummed in approval and rewarded your docile response with a gentle smile. As if to tease you, he lightly grazed the tip of his fingers on your lips and you helplessly shuddered at the feathery touch. His index and middle fingers then rested on your lips and you were clueless of his next action.
“Well?” Albedo coaxed.
Further mesmerized by your lewd thoughts, you opened your mouth and allowed Albedo's fingers inside you. Soon as he entered, you accommodated him by suckling on his digits, coating them as you swirled your wet tongue around. Albedo only pushed his fingers deeper until he was knuckles deep; poking the insides of your throat. Being the good girl you were, you tried your best not to gag and focused solely on using your tongue. He snickered at your diligence. As you worked on his delicious fingers, your clouded mind began to think about Albedo's hard cock inside your small mouth.
“That’s it, princess. Good girl,” Albedo mused in satisfaction. “Make your prince feel good.”
Without warning, Albedo slid his free hand under your skirt to cup your clothed warmth. Panic was written all over your face as he could clearly feel how soaked your panties were.
“Oh? This bothers you?” Albedo asked innocently as if he wasn’t doing anything inappropriate. He rubbed his palm on your covered womanhood.
“Mmcher – ”
“Prince,” Albedo was quick to correct you while pressing your sensitive little nub.
“Mm – ! Mrnce…!” was what your plugged lips could only utter as you came.
Albedo retracted both hands and observed your quaking figure. You heaved heavily, panting like a dog as you come down from your high. That was – by far – the hardest orgasm you had. You thought it was over however Albedo was not satisfied. He thirsted for more.
You all thirsted for more.
But you needed to keep your head leveled. Just because you were feeling good does not mean you didn’t notice. The uncharacteristic reactions. The uncouth gestures. And again, the missing star on his neck. They all pointed that the Albedo in front of you was not Albedo.
“Prince…,” you sighed. Albedo simply smiled at you in response. “You…aren’t Albedo too, are you?”
“HahAhAHaHahA! [Your name] caught you too! Stupid! Stupid!” Fellflower Albedo insulted the other man.
“I see. So she was able to identify you as a fake thus resulting in your abrupt revelation. Interesting…,” Albedo deducted in an unbothered tone. “You are correct, [your name]. I am not Albedo,” he replied. “On another note. Fellflower, it seems she is not mesmerized enough. If you would please.”
“N – not mesmerized enough…?” you stuttered. “Why are you copying Albedo? At least tell me why you’re doing this!” you cried, wanting to learn the reason behind their stolen identities just in case you could escape.
“This piece of information is irrelevant to you, [your name]. All you need to care about is your fragile fantasy.”
“My fragile – ”
Without letting you finish your words, Fellflower Albedo used his sharpened tendrils to shred through your clothing, leaving your body exposed with only undergarments as cover. The two males delighted at your quivering body – predators hungrily eyeing their hopeless prey. The cold breeze entering the cave only let you shudder even more. Recovering from his own daze, Fellflower Albedo squirted his intoxicating liquid on your face and all over your flesh. Soon enough, your body started to feel hot…and needy: the toxins finally invaded your brain. Acting like the real Chief Alchemist, Albedo began to experiment on your reactions. He commenced by tracing warm fingers on your waist. You immediately felt your orgasm building in your core.
“Albe – ”
“Prince.” Slap! “[Your name], must we go through this all over again?” Albedo clicked his tongue.
Slap! Slap! Instead of pain, you felt pleasure from every clap of his hand on your cheeks. Squinting your eyes hard, you bit your lip and focused solely on not releasing your juices. Your silence only made Albedo impatient, thus giving you a harder strike.
“Respond when I talk to you, [your name]!”
“I’m sorry!” you screamed, unable to contain yourself and drenching your already soaked panties with cum. Fat tears rolled down your face as this orgasm was even more intense than the previous. The two Albedos laughed in amusement.
“Cumming from just a slap? Heh! How perverted,” Albedo derided while musing at the cum seeping through your underwear and dripping on the ground. “Fine. I shall forgive your insolence.”
“P – Please stop… I – I can’t…,” you whimpered. You know your poor body won’t be able to handle being manhandled like this.
“I agree. You can’t,” Albedo concurred as if sharing your sentiments. “This shall help you forget your pain. Welcome to your fragile fantasy.”
He took out a vial from his coat that contained a pinkish mixture. He smirked at you before popping the cork and placing the liquid in his mouth. Harshly, he pulled your hair to pry your mouth open and crashed his lips on yours. With no choice, you complied in letting him feed you the liquid. You swallowed the drink and let Albedo's tongue played with yours. His kiss was rather gentle for someone who slapped you senseless earlier. Warm tongue wrestled with yours and you swear your orgasm was quickly building again. He slightly pulled back to watch your features.
“Good girl,” with a breathy sigh he said. He released his grasp on your hair. Smiling, he patted your head and caressed your hair while leaving pecks on your lips. “Look at me, princess. I am your prince. And your job is to make your prince feel good.”
“Make my prince feel good,” you repeated, dazed from the kiss which you miss.
“Yes,” Albedo smiled as he cupped your clothed womanhood.
“Prince…feel good…,” you repeated again.
“I want to make her cum! I want to make her cum!” Fellflower Albedo chanted, feeling jealous of the attention Albedo was receiving.
“Help yourself,” Albedo said as he began to fuck his two fingers inside your hole while circling your clit with his thumb. You wished his raw fingers would fuck you instead but you couldn’t complain. This was what your prince wanted.
Fellflower Albedo happily wiggled his tendrils and began to strike your flesh with his vines, leaving red marks in its wake. You cried and screamed at the stimulation but Albedo crashed his lips on yours to eat away your erotic sounds.
Once. Twice. Thrice. You lost count of how many orgasms you had. All you know: your lips and pussy were seized by Albedo while Fellflower Albedo used your body as his canvas. And they all felt so good.
But then everything stopped and you were left dazed and longing. Your absent-minded eyes begged for your prince to continue manhandling you. Albedo only grinned at your pathetic expression. With a snap of fingers from the prince, Fellflower Albedo changed your position and hoisted you horizontally. It looked as if you were lying on your back – albeit you were midair. The whopperflower spread your legs to let Albedo muse at your core. Without warning, Albedo hooked your thighs on his shoulders and began to eat you, tasting your cum through your drenched clothing. You jerked your head back and moaned for your prince. Meanwhile, the phallic tendril once again presented itself in hopes of snugging itself in your mouth. You hinged your mouth a little wider and the happy tendril plunged itself inside your small cavern.
Your muffled moans challenged Albedo to do more. He pushed your panties aside and nibbled on your erected clitoris while fingering your hole – this time using three digits. His raw fingers felt so divine as it stretched you wider than before. He just dipped in the digits halfway when you came once again, coating his fingers with your slick. Albedo let out a low chuckle before biting on your clit a little harder and forcing his fingers knuckles deep. You groaned at the sudden stretch and came again. But Albedo did not stop. He kept abusing your puffy clit and loosening your tight little hole: spreading his fingers apart, hooking his fingers upwards, and basically rampaging in and out of you. Your corrupted womanhood oozed out endless supply of sweet honey as Albedo finger-fucked your brains out. Fellflower Albedo wasn’t the one to complain as the vibrations from your growing screams of pleasure equally pleasured him. It felt so good for him that he spilled his liquid pollen inside your throat which made you complete nymphomaniac.
Albedo could not take it anymore. He groaned at his own growing desire to fuck you with his cock. Your intoxicating woman scent drove him crazy. He withdrew himself from you and once again snapped his fingers to signal Fellflower Albedo of the next phase. The whopperflower removed himself inside of you as well. It built some kind of a nest before dropping you on it with a soft thud.
Finally, your limbs were free and you could run away. But you were never free and did not want to flee. Your body was still captive by the burning passion to mate. Would you really run away when Albedo had this massive tent in his pants? Would you really run away when you felt so little as Albedo looked down on you with a stoic stare yet demanded with his eyes that you should take care his hard situation? Of course you wouldn’t. You wanted to please your prince. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted him.
You lifted yourself on your knees and crawled towards the unmoving Albedo. Soon as you reached your prince, you leaned both palms on his thighs, nuzzled your head on his erection, and begged for permission to touch his cock.
“My prince…,” you pleaded while casting a lust-filled gaze. “I want you in my mouth right now. Please dump all your cum inside me. May I?”
“Princess, you don’t have to beg,” Albedo cooed. He ran his fingers through your hair, caressing you sweetly. “Take it like my cock-whore you were meant to be.”
Albedo's personal cock-whore.
“Thank you, my prince,” you beamed, excitedly unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. “I will be a good cock-whore, I promise.”
You pulled the lower garments enough to free Albedo’s delicious cock from its confinement. Your eyes gleamed in delight as you marveled your prince’s lovely protruding genital. You started giving kitten licks to his pinkish tips while swiftly pumping his shaft, earning you an erotic grunt from the man. With half-lidded eyes, Albedo watched how his personal slut tried to take his cock. As you bobbed your head, inch by inch you sheathed him; not caring if he hits the back of your throat.
You could only take him half-way in your mouth. So to compensate, your hands worked on the exposed flesh of Albedo’s cock. You squeezed tighter; slurped louder; everything you could just to make Albedo cum.
“A – Am I making you feel good, my prince?” you muttered in between your service, eyes glossy and yearning.
“Not yet, [your name],” was Albedo‘s breathy reply. “We’re just getting started.”
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To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some eggplant. 🍆
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