Midnight Oeuvres - An Albelumi NSFW Zine

[" "," ","An Albelumi NSFW Zine","@alblmizine \n@albelumizine \nGenshin Impact is a product of Hoyoverse. \nThe moderators and creators do not claim any affiliation with \nthe company, nor does the company endorse this project. \nThis zine and all included merchandise are for personal-use \nonly. All rights to repurpose, reproduce, and profit from the \ncontent included belong solely to the artists and writers who \ncreated them.","Table of Contents \nStories \n4 \nIn Earnest \n by Languidnumbus \n25 \nCelestial Cecilia \n by Kiriano \n33 \nSurrendering to a Memorable Night \n by scaraWHOche \n49 \nto capture a star \n by seleneauger \n61 \n[a case study in homuncular physiology] \n by Regi \n82 \nCanvas of Desire \n by scara \nWHO \nche \n (collaboration with Hibari) \n96 \nSweet Juice \n by Emma \n109 \ncarpal mitra costata (shame comes from vanity) \n by Languidnimbus \nArtwork \n21 Page Art by Gal \n22 Comic by Rebecca-Ann \n30 Comic by Arthenilis \n46 Comic by Diathadevil \n60 Page Art by Kinkypeachi \n79 Comic by San Aria \n89 Page Art by Hibari \n (collaboration with scara \nWHO \nche) \n95 Page Art by Kittenexmachina \n108 Page Art by Plum","4 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nIn Earnest \nWritten By Languidnimbus \nCONTENT WARNINGS: \nAlternate Universe - Regency, Period Typical Misogyny, \nMentions Of Violence \nA \nbove all else, Lumine Callaghan would describe herself as \na novelist. One that wrote and expressed in more imperi- \nous ways rather than the currently published, someone who edu- \ncated with a pinch of salt rather than the sweet, romanticised fluff \nmade to numb the mind of maidens into dutiful housewives. \nIt stayed as a solemn characteristic few would know, for the world \nthought of her brother\u2019s name in place for her achievements, woven \nin thick covers with the before \nA \nCallaghan \n as the man of the hour \ncircled home through feverish knocks. \nClearly distressed, Aether frowned.","In Earnest | 5 \nHis boots persisted as she continued mending the spines of \nolder literature with diagonal strokes, humming gently to a bird- \nsong just out of their reach. On his coat was the leftover warmth of \nthe city, a world of perfumery lingering to be dissolved by scents of \ngrass and rain. \n\u201cCannibalism, really?\u201d he prompted, rushing his fingers alongside \na scattered page. \nHer book made it to the capital then. \nShe could tell that he wished to raise his voice more, make it into \ncannons blazing to express his attitude, but he wouldn\u2019t because \nAether is too much of a gentleman to even spare a split second for \nthe emotion. \n\u201cCannibalism,\u201d she smiled, on the threshold with one free hand \ngiving into him, brushing a golden strand back in place. They were sit- \nting close to the living room window, her making the best use of the \nlanguid touches of daylight and him simmering down on this couch. \nShe ought not to complain when he had done the large part of shield- \ning her identity away from critics and sexists. On some occasions, the \nformer was just a front for the latter comments. \nFor a moment, Aether ostensibly welled his frustration away, \ntrying to focus on his sister\u2019s handiwork. Then she turned over, and \nthe sun broke through the meadows, painting her sparse and wispy \nblond locks paler. \nIt gave some distinction between the twins, like mercury and silver \non the same plate.","6 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \n\u201cSounds bad.\u201d \n\u201cIt\u2019s not that bad,\u201d she added. \u201cShocking, but not like I have \nheightened in toxicity compared to the usual publishing works we \nalready have.\u201d \n\u201cYou\u2019re killing me, Lu.\u201d He flattened out but did not renew his \nprevious tone. The next sentence came with a sigh. \u201cI love you, I do. \nBut one of these days people ought to think that I am mental, writing \nabout humans eating humans in a famine.\u201d \nShe set the copy of \nAlice in Wonderland \ndown on her lap and \nlooked at him, lips pouted. \n\u201cIt\u2019s poetry.\u201d \n\u201cI\u2019m not saying it\u2019s not.\u201d \n\u201cDid you like it?\u201d \nThe half-opened mouth almost debated against it before Aether \nshook his head. \u201cFrom what I\u2019ve heard, it seems like you have killed \nplenty of people we knew in your search for prose, all brutal. I daresay \nmy stomach would not be able to make it through the first chapter.\u201d \nShe pretended to look away, but not before erasing her mis- \nchievous smile. Indeed her brother was not known for his guts, too \nwell-educated and sheltered compared to the wild child who would \nsneak in to catch their father\u2019s medicinal practice in glimpses. \n\u201cThey were simple caricatures, Ae.\u201d","In Earnest | 7 \nHe booped a finger on her nose then. \n\u201cIt would not take a genius to guess who was who in your book. \nDid we really need to devour cousin Basil in great length for his previ- \nous misogynistic comment, one that I had beaten him in archery for?\u201d \n\u201cThe lesson has been criminally neglected,\u201d she leaned her head \nback. \u201c \nHerb \nwas eaten in the story, bones and all, because he needed \nto be gone the same way he had lived\u2014primitive and uncivilised, \nthank you.\u201d \nBy mutual agreement, Aether laughed. \n\u201cYou just hate him because he keeps trying to propose to you, \neven when we have stated your clear desire for a spinster\u2019s life.\u201d \n\u201cI\u2019m not denying that,\u201d she ruffled her dress, a part of it then \ndraped over her ankles. \u201cBut if he wishes to have me so badly, he \nshould pick up on some sense of literacy. Perhaps he should support \none of our books.\u201d \nAether shuddered. \n\u201cSpare me.\u201d \n\u201cThere you are,\u201d was an awfully graceful way to steer her back into \nan ongoing conversation, when the former had been more inclined to \nhide behind the shades. Her trip to Mondstadt this week was laced ","8 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nwith one simple goal, to hunt for rare books. Without Aether, how- \never, the Singletons of the capital spotted her with ease. \n\u201cLady Beauchamp,\u201d she smiled back, hiding a copy of her own \nwork under quite a large coat. \nThe young woman extended her hands, an invitation poked into \nher skin. \n\u201cDearest Lumine!\u201d Barbara began, her voice rising to an uncom- \nfortable pitch. \u201cI have just had the pleasure of meeting your brother, \nand he suggested you would be near cobwebs and bookstores.\u201d \nThe latter half of that sentence proved correct, regardless. Lumine \nscanned the light behind her figure, searching for a blatant escape. \nThe men and the horse carriage behind Barbara deduced her attempt \nas futile before it even hatched into reality. \u201cI have not a moment to \nspare, but still, I must insist you join us for the betrothal celebration \nof my sister. In spite of her recent decision to elope, our friends and \nfamily believe a party is only right. Would you \nplease \n come too? I know \nit has been less than ideal with the invitation, but I\u2019m afraid that if this \npoor thing had been sent to your address instead of these hands, then \nyou would have little to no trouble declining me again.\u201d \nFor a moment, the firm refusal rested on the tip of her tongue. \nGrowing up, Barbara had been the hostess of not too many house \nparties, having been born second in command to her more illumi- \nnated, well-read sister. While Lumine struggled to create a footing \nwith the imbalance of their sexes, she believed the girl had had a hard \ntime within her own binary.","In Earnest | 9 \nShe blinked, feeling dyed with the twinkle in the other\u2019s eyes. \n\u201cYou know my manners better than most, Babs. Shan\u2019t I disturb \nyou?\u201d \n\u201cDisturb?\u201d Barbara raised her eyebrows, her eyes were glazed, \nmilky as if poisoned by the mere suggestion. \u201cYou\u2019re unorthodox, it \nis the one thing I would give. But disturbance is quite an awful word. \nI would absolutely throttle any ill intents given your way, Lumine, \nplease.\u201d \nThe smile to follow was genuine, albeit a little faulty in its execu- \ntion. \n\u201cThen I will be there at your earliest request.\u201d \nWhen she reached over as a reply, closing their distance, the book \nin her garment fell to the ground with a noticeable \nthud. \nIt came as no surprise when the latest addition to a bountiful \npick of newlyweds in the capital\u2014happened to be childhood best \nfriends Jean and Kaeya, a delicate dance with an end goal drawn over \ndusk. Lumine kept her interactions practically minimal in a chaotic \natmosphere, avoiding all questions regarding her age and potential \nspinsterhood. She did not greet the Baron and Lady above a few sen- \ntences before excusing herself entirely, retreating into one of the less \noccupied rooms.","10 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nHer back hit against the velvety flesh of a red armchair. Her body \nwent slack at the support. \nThe extravagance of her gown left plenty of space for her latest \nbook to be snuck in. \n\u201cAhem.\u201d \nTo her astonishment, it had not been a cushion she had rested on \nbut bones and skin, a fraudulent act of another person hiding in the \ndark. Lumine stood up first. The assailant of her personal space was \nquick to follow then. \n\u201cMy apologies, Lady\u2014\u201d \n\u201cIt\u2019s Miss Duncan,\u201d she lied, because she could. Because nobody \non the invited list held the last name Duncan outside of her nemesis, \na woman who once probed a bird\u2019s nest to claim the accuracy of its \nresemblance to Lumine\u2019s hair. \u201cI\u2019m only a governess for the children. \nAnd you are\u2026?\u201d \n\u201cVautour,\u201d the man replied evenly. \u201cAlbedo Vautour.\u201d \nShe gave him a glance, it felt a bit intrusive as her eyes trailed and \nimpeded upon his bubble of comfort. From the way he willed himself, \ncareful in her presence, Lumine doubted Albedo would be capable \nof any passion that could be close to \nhaving ancient spirits breezing \nthrough her soul cavity, \nor something of its kin when Barbara smiled \nat vows. \nShe wanted to test that theory anyway. ","In Earnest | 11 \nThere was no harm in new experiences, waiting for an epiphany. \n\u201cYour latest copy of The Mourning,\u201d he picked up, well-cared fin \n- \ngertips slightly grazing her own as he moved to the fireplace, lighting \nit up. \u201cTo avoid further mistakes,\u201d he supplied even when there had \nbeen no question to his act, she found his honesty to be a kind of vul- \nnerability, though Lumine presumed he might have wanted a better \nlook at his attacker. \n\u201cHow did you know it was the latest copy of The Mourning?\u201d \nAlbedo leaned against the brick structure as if painted. \n\u201cI read,\u201d he added unhelpfully, clearly disinterested in her pres- \nence and the book. \n\u201cOh?\u201d The woman simmered, barely looking up. \nSo he reads. Big deal. \n\u201cReading is one thing, Mister Vautour, but do you understand its \ntropes? Do you understand why it should be cannibalism and not any \nother gothic horror tropes one might be seeing?\u201d \nA feverish curiosity flashed through him, one that was tangible \nenough for her to pick up. \n\u201cIf you must insist, Miss Duncan, vampires and werewolves \nlust and rage,\u201d he finished for her. His lips pale, the tone comically \nspare. \u201cBut humans carry our ugliness with us, the unavoidable parts ","12 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nmasked and preened even when there is an aftertaste of our worst \nhabits. Therefore, cannibalism is the correct choice.\u201d \nA scoff. \n\u201cEnlighten me, Mister Vautour, what could possibly be the aes- \nthetic function of cannibalism?\u201d \n\u201cThe consuming of flesh in this book is a metaphor for sexual \nabuse and violence. The way it courses through families and taints \nrelationships, causing one to cannibalise the closest people to them, \nperpetuating cycles of violence as if consuming the flesh of a distilled \nfruit.\u201d Albedo brushed his fingers over the fireplace\u2019s carved ridges. \n\u201cSounds like a narrative with a weighted thought behind it.\u201d \nLumine could feel the edge of a smile on her face, if fractionally. \nIt being not quite the thing to talk about, until she recognised his \nmarvellous wit. It being nothing she had thought about, overlooking \nthe ballroom minutes earlier for eligible bachelors. \n\u201cMister Vautour,\u201d she began. He was decades younger than the \naged relics around her, spoke in a proper posh tone and Lumine could \nsee an opportunity in the ways he handled the prompt, walking her \naround the exhibit of her own thoughts. It would better suit him in \nher embrace than anyone else on this premise. \nWith an almost predatory grace, she offered her mind.","In Earnest | 13 \n\u201cWould you do the honour of ravishing me?\u201d \nAlbedo blinked. The fire-lit reading room painted his skin in \nembers, and the man stood a little further, as if giving Lumine the \nspace to rearrange those words. \nShe did not. \n\u201cBefore you turn me down,\u201d because he had a modest neckline \nand sleeves, remarkably invisible to her grading scale if not for the \nknowledge on his tongue, surveying from afar, face exaggerated by \nthe fire\u2019s licks. Lumine smiled, barely, and brushed a delicate hand \nto tuck her hair back. He followed the movement. \u201cI have no land of \nmy own. Father manages to stretch beyond the expected age but \nhis land is my brother\u2019s, or will be in a minute. If my brother were to \npass away, then by-laws, the house we own would be passed down \nto another male relative.\u201d \nAnother smile. \n\u201cRegardless, you can see the kind of predicament I will be in.\u201d \nWhen she sensed his hesitation, her smile continued. \n\u201c \nThen why not get married? \n You\u2019d say. Many people have already \nsaid that. But marriage is a gamble built on minuscule politics, sir, \nand the average man would not be understanding of my stance. I \nwill give no heir, refusing to be a caged animal warmly seated in her \nassigned place, and my husband is only made of flesh. I would rather \nbe shunned by blood than the loosely related in-laws.\u201d","14 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nAlbedo rested his chin against the tips of his fingers, his gaze \nsparked with understanding, though she had not wanted such. He \ndid not smile. He did not return her eyes. \n\u201cI\u2019m not asking for your hands in marriage,\u201d she corrected before \nan avalanche of worries could scorch itself from the tip of his brows \nto his lips. \u201cIt\u2019s a mere suggestion, if one were to think about it. A \ntemporary mistress that could be dismissed, Mister Vautour.\u201d \n\u201cCourtship tends to call for subtlety,\u201d he supplied, polite. \n\u201cAnd this is no courtship.\u201d \nA prolonged pause. \n\u201cAnd you are absolutely certain that I am, well, suffice?\u201d \nShe thought about his fingertips picking up her book. All well- \ngroomed. \n\u201cYes.\u201d \nHer kisses were methodically placed. Neck, ear, below the jawline. \nPerhaps Albedo had expected her to kiss him on the mouth, given \nhis body arched into hers, only a minuscule space left unabridged. \nIf she had kissed him, perhaps it would solidify something more to \ntheir experience. He imprisoned her flesh under the gown, lifting one \nbreast in his palm.","In Earnest | 15 \n\u201cAre you inspecting the quality of my goods, Mister Vautour?\u201d \nA cough stifled in his throat. She could tell it wanted to bubble out \nbefore he dropped his hand. \n\u201cPlease, Albedo would do.\u201d \n\u201cAlbedo,\u201d \n Lumine hummed in response, forcing him to drink the \nconsonants for her benefit. She learned best through the echo, the \nway his chest expanded lightly as her hands roamed with an endear- \nment solely reserved for this moment, pretending he had been some- \nthing more plausible than quick intercourse. \nPerhaps he had also wanted to be memorable in his own sense. \n\u201cDid you know,\u201d his breath hitched slightly, \u201cthat deers are unable \nto see the colours red and orange in specific, the animals having little \nto no way of telling if a predator dressed in such hues were on the \nlookout for their flesh?\u201d \nShe laughed. It was an odd subject with his fingers working unhur \n- \nriedly beneath her hemlines. \n\u201cAm I the tiger who tore into you in this aspect then?\u201d Lumine \nmurmured into his ear, the shell moving under her breath. \u201cAre you \na deer, Albedo? Did you come here to be devoured by little ol\u2019 me?\u201d \n\u201cNo, miss.\u201d \nSoon, he ceased talking to her.","16 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nThe attention dispersed all over her skin, slipping Barbara\u2019s hard \nwork away with his palms tangling her hair, and she thought to her- \nself, \nthis might be the closest to love. \n He sounded so far away when \nshe sank onto his lap. The blond\u2019s head nested below her breasts. \nLumine could feel the sharp tip of his precisely-carved nose, its wor- \nshipful note against her belly while Albedo ripped her waistband with \nhis teeth. He was exploring the woodland with a hunger less invisible \nto the eye of a reader, only kept between the thin lines of her narra- \ntives. She clutched at his gold strands, finding much enjoyment in the \nsmoothness of them against her curls. \nHe pressed a kiss into her cunt. \nAlbedo made \ngentlemanly \nwork of her undergarments, which was \na word she would not entertain in her next script by any means, but \nLumine found it right to describe his movement as such. He was not a \ndeer with its antlers tilting into her flesh. He saluted her rawness with \nfawn-coloured kisses. He let her wetness soaked his mouth. \nHe entered the crypt. Perspiration. Simmering silver lines of fluids \non her body turned to gold under his touches. His arms twined around \nher ribcage, raised to grip her shoulders without looking into her eyes. \nShe clasped her hands and put them behind his neck. \n\u201cDon\u2019t be ridiculous. What fun is there in this dance if you refuse \nto look at me at our utmost vulnerable points?\u201d \nShe sank. He soared. In this heightened state of awareness, of him \nentering and carving himself into her, Lumine wanted Albedo to be \nthe only one in this universe to witness her climax. He possessed the ","In Earnest | 17 \ninside of her in trembling heartbeats. His eyes were gold, she remem- \nbered, the kind of stableness a flaming torch would fail to mimic. \nHe held her with slim fingers and touched her with a too-large \nembarrassment, even as he came and she had said \nyes, yes, yes. \n It was \nless tedious than she had assumed, letting him into her with welcom- \ning arms, letting him cum like it was his great destiny to serve her, \nchoking onto her words. \n\u201cAlbedo,\u201d \n Lumine cooed into his mouth. \nShe wanted to hold that thought for the rest of her life. \n\u201cYour hair is tousled,\u201d Albedo said. His last sentence of the night \nafter helping her off. \nShe kissed him again. She had forgotten the absurdity of what it \nmight mean. \nThe morning found her well, face tucked under one pillow as news \nof Barbara\u2019s tea party for two came in a crisp ring of the ochre bell, \ntrying to sweep her away to faraway lands that happened to be the \ngarden and a dainty set-up. \nLumine found the other in a fluff of life, of course. She lived as she \ncreated, an aspect of wellness that would never change.","18 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \n\u201cBabs.\u201d \n\u201cLumine!\u201d \nBarbara\u2019s pink lips were welted into a smile before noticing the \nblooms of dark hues around her friend\u2019s body, peeking out to her blue \neyes underneath a few locks of gold. Her brows snapped together in \nconfusion, then she hurriedly pulled the guest by her arms, checking \nbehind her neck. \n\u201cMore!\u201d she exclaimed in disbelief. \nLumine grinned in approval at the exhibition. \u201cParting gifts from \na certain Mister Vautour.\u201d \nBarbara glanced over at her companion, going rather pale but not \ntotally surprised by the conquest. \u201cGood heavens, Lumine! Being\u2026 \nbeing terribly and horribly \nravished \naside,\u201d the young lady lowered \nher voice and whispered closely, trying to breeze past the subject \nthat had her flushed rouge like the flowers on their teacups. \u201cAre you \nrather certain of the name? Mister Vautour was supposedly eighty- \ntwo and \ndead \n a spring back. You can read it for yourself, the obituary \nis still in our study room.\u201d \nLumine blinked. \nThat bastard. \nIt was clever of him to use false names, kindred souls found ways \nto each other with ease.","In Earnest | 19 \n\u201cYou simply must not tell me that your partner had been a spec- \ntre,\u201d Barbara continued, fingers clenched around her handkerchief. \n\u201cThat he might not be,\u201d she laughed. \u201cBut what fun is there in \nknowing?\u201d \nLater, \nAlbedo paced the study room. The smell of her sex was lingering \neven as he burned candles, torn away from her naked breasts. He \nwanted his letter to be wistful, almost charming in the calligraphy. \nDearest \u201cDuncan\u201d, \nI have given myself the liberty of calling out your pseudonym on the \npremise that we had entered each other, your gown between my teeth. \nThe host happened to be in no dire need of a governess either, as Jean \nand Barbara were not mothers by any means. As someone who helped \nplan the event, I had the pleasure of stumbling into your brother, the \ngreat A. Callaghan of The Mourning a while back to send my invitation \nand he seemed clueless about the theme, much less being able to stom- \nach the word \ncannibalism \n by itself. This left one answer to your identity, \nbut I had yet to ask for permission to call you by name. \nThe political situation of your nation must have proven your publish- \ning ideals unattainable without a man, I assumed. Pardon my language, \nmiss. I wished I could have been able to give you more of my observed \nthoughts. My mind had been swimming with the image of you. The idea \nthat you might not be able to publish any more if your brother simply ","20 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nceased to exist\u2014brought me much pain. It imprisoned my breath to \npicture the world without your books. Therefore, I would like to make \nan offer in exchange for written words. \nHave you thought about being married on title\u2014since a widow \nwould still be able to run a business alone? \nBefore you turn me down, \nYou had known me more intimately than anyone had, a sense of \nintoxication where I could still taste the aftermath on my fingers for \neternity, thoughts shuddered like snowfall in January without the \nsparks. You don\u2019t need to pay me for anything. We can write a perfectly \nfunctional contract in your favour, given you know of Duchess Jean and \nI am acquainted with her husband. \nCrossed out lines. Lines that traced the depth of his warmth and \nwould return to her hands days later in a lukewarm paper. \nWhat if I \njust simply enjoy you? As a person? Would there be a universe where you \nwould believe that to be true? \nMy estate is lovely all around, if you want an adventure to boast. \nSincerely yours hereafter, \nLord Albedo Wulfric The Third."," "," "," "," ","Celestial Cecilia | 25 \nCelestial Cecilia \nWritten by Kiriano \nCONTENT WARNINGS: \nNo Warnings Apply \nC \narrying Lumine\u2019s delicate body to the bed, cool hands \nbrushed against her hot skin. In his grasp, the girl felt like a \nfragile flower ready to wilt in his hold, if it weren\u2019t for her clutching \nthe folds of his shirt. Her golden hair was unruffled and brushed, and \nher translucent white nightdress hugged her petite frame. A faint \nblush painted her cheeks in hues of red and pink, and she felt herself \nbeing lowered gently onto the mattress. \n\u201cAlbedo\u2026\u201d she murmured, staring up at his softened cobalt eyes. \nHer tender heart pounded against her ribcage, almost as if it wanted \nto break free. The man above her was like an unfettered seraph, \nwhose angelic wings embraced yet ensnared her. Her hands wan-","26 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \ndered across his body, and her fingers slowly trailed up his abdomen \nto the golden star on his neck. Until it slid onto the round of his cheek, \nhis hand went up to caress hers. \nLeaning his cheek into her warm palm, he softly said, \u201cYou\u2019re like \nstarlight\u2014burning so brightly that I can\u2019t help but be fascinated.\u201d \nWith a pause in his words, his gaze never left the maiden lying beneath \nhim. \u201cMay I have the honor of expressing my love tonight?\u201d Moving \nhis face away, he kissed her trembling palm, to which she answered, \n\u201cYes. Please\u2026give me your everything.\u201d \n Hot tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, whether out of the \nimpending loss of her celibacy or simply her agitation spilling out, but \nthe blond male tenderly dried them off. His hand never left her face, \nand he neared closer with a hushed breath. With their noses touching, \nLumine closed her eyes, as he reassured her, \u201cShh\u2026It\u2019s going to be \nokay.\u201d \nListening to his soft yet husky voice, she felt an almost-surreal, \nnatural pull. Almost like her heartstrings were being plucked within \nher chest, yearning to compose the most beautiful hymn. And when \nher lips were captured by his, her trepidation slowly melted like snow \non a midsummer day. Her hands trailed up his back, and she held him \ntighter\u2013closer to her very core. A muffled whimper drew from her \nthroat, but she couldn\u2019t help but be consumed by that irresistible \nwarmth. Saliva dribbled down the corner of her mouth, and her eyes \nwere blissfully closed\u2013never abating the temptation. \nHis hands slid down the precipice of her body, where his nimble \nfingers danced feather-like against her skin. Touching the round of her \nshoulders, he carefully slid off the straps that kept her dress intact, ","Celestial Cecilia | 27 \nand it fell off her body in teasingly-slow movements. Her palpitating \nchest leaned against his cold one, and he dragged a hand across her \ntrembling, silky thigh. \n\u201cMmph\u2026 Albedo,\u201d Lumine groaned into the kiss, and she felt \nsomething prod her sensitive folds. Like the petals of a flower, they \nunraveled ever-so-slowly. Slickness coated her insides like rivulets of \nnectar, and the blond-haired man was the pollinator to the pollen. \nIn one, swift move, she was a flower in full bloom\u2013her whole body \nshuddered and shivered as ecstasy crawled up her spine. Her shaky \nlegs ensnared his hand, which was moving with such dexterity. \n\u201cYou\u2019re doing well, my little starlight,\u201d Albedo coaxed into her \near, and he eased himself deeper inside. All of her frantic mewls and \ngasps were concealed within their shared kiss, and she shook as his \nfinger rubbed against her hot insides. Like piercing a flower\u2019s ovary, \nshe wept as piping-hot tears ran down her flushed cheeks. Some \n- \nthing began to unravel inside of her, and it poured out like a thrash- \ning waterfall. Chuckling as he withdrew from their kiss, Albedo roved \nover her panting body, whose chest was usurped with heavy breaths. \nHis cobalt eyes gleamed like turquoise jewels under the moonlight, \nand his hands began to unbutton his shirt. \n\u201cHow about we initiate the next procedure now?\u201d \nLumine\u2019s entire body shivered as his mouth breathed across her \nbare chest, where hot puffs of air wetted her skin. Carefully taking \none of her nipples into his mouth, he tenderly sucked while fondling \nthe other one. Her breast fit his palm perfectly like a snowball to a \nglove, and the blond-haired girl mewled at the ticklish sensations. Her \nhands went up to weave through his silky, blond hair, which had been ","28 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nunclasped from its braid. Albedo\u2019s tresses trailed across his shoulders, \nspilling like an iridescent waterfall. \nThe male then trailed his lips downward\u2013kissing her navel before \nproceeding to suck her weeping womanhood. Lumine let out a \nscream of ecstasy, tears filling her eyes as she shuddered at the sight \nof him between her thighs. The wet muscle intruded her insides, and \nshe squeezed her eyes shut as she suppressed an agonizing groan. \nThe air felt humid and hot\u2013 as if prolonging the stickiness of her sweat \nand fluids. Her cheeks were already flushed with redness, and saliva \nwas running from the corner of her swollen lips. When she felt herself \nbursting once more, she clamped her mouth shut. A muffled cry only \nemerged from her hands, and Albedo amusingly licked his lips. \n\u201cLooks like I underestimated your sensitivity levels. Perhaps I\u2019ll \nget a more accurate reading once we finish this last step,\u201d he noted. \nTo him, everything was an experiment. A chance to learn more \nabout the world around him, even if it meant taking such a cold, cal- \nculative approach. But this time, there was a gentleness to his move- \nments, an almost sincere way of saying, \u201cI want to give you as much \nbliss as possible.\u201d She felt him throb inside of her, and her chest rat- \ntled with whatever noises ripped themselves out of her throat. Her \nmoans, groans, and whimpers\u2013they were all his. He supported her \nsweaty thighs with both hands and thrust into her with utmost pre- \ncision. Her walls were rubbed raw from the foreign friction, as they \ncontinuously stretched and convulsed around him. Slippery fluids \noozed from her insides, and Lumine sobbed into his heated kisses. It \nloudly squelched the more he slid himself into her, and her body felt \nnothing more than an exhausted, panting ragdoll. ","Celestial Cecilia | 29 \nWhen he finally pulled himself out, the moon was already close to \nsetting. The room smelled of musk and their own scents, as the bed- \nsheets were drenched from tonight\u2019s rendezvous. Tenderly embrac- \ning her, Albedo carefully parted Lumine\u2019s sweaty bangs. The girl was \nalready sound asleep, and it took the last of his energy to crack a \nsmile. \nEven if this was nothing more than an experiment, there was an \nundeniable feeling of satisfaction he couldn\u2019t find elsewhere. \nAfter all, they were finally each other\u2019s, forever and nevermore. "," "," "," ","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 33 \nSurrendering to a Memorable Night \nWritten by scaraWHOche \nCONTENT WARNINGS: \nNo Warnings Apply \nL \numine was thrilled. \nTonight Albedo finally said he was free to accompany her on some \nerrands, but she was sly. They weren\u2019t going on any errands. She had \na devious plan. She was going to take Albedo on a date to Wangshu \nInn. It wasn\u2019t the first time they had gone on a date. They had been a \nfew times. Not anything too serious. Mainly they were sweet and cute \nas boyfriend and girlfriend. \nNothing Lumine could brag about in her little black book.","34 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nShe smirked at her naughty plan. Albedo would think they were \nhanging out or having a nice candle-lit dinner but she had much more \ndegenerate designs. Arousing him as he tried to eat, taunting him \nwith soft words and her womanly wiles. The plan was set. \nThat alchemist was going to lose his mind and the best part was \nthat they were at an inn and dining at its restaurant. Lumine knew \nAlbedo was shy about physical affection in public. It was something he \nwanted to keep hush-hush while she would have flaunted it openly. \nWhy hide what they had when they were so into each other? Yes, \nmaybe he worried what the knights would tell Alice and the news \nwould reach his creator, Gold, but she saw no problem with this. So \nwhat if his mother knew they were an item? Had Lumine not slain \ndragons and scared off yokai? Saved nations under the banner of \nbravery and trust? \nShe grinned as she made a soft pop with her lips while she gently \nsmudged and cleaned around the few smears she made around her \nlip with her lipstick. \nHer dress made a quiet jiggle with each movement she made. It \nwas given to her by Baiwen as a thank-you gift for helping her with \nNingguang\u2019s busy day not too long ago. Her gown was a midnight \nblack around the skirt and rose up to a creme hue, like a sunrise rising \nfrom the darkest nights. It had tiny beads intricately placed in swirling \ndesigns like smoke on the horizon. \nLumine hummed happily and slipped on her heels. At least she \nhad a room at the inn so if she did unravel the dear blonde they had a \nplace to have some fun. Plus, she wouldn\u2019t have to walk far in these ","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 35 \ndreaded heels that were already pinching her toes. She sauntered out \nthe door and grabbed her purse, throwing the room key in her bag. \nShe headed to the elevator feeling self-conscious. Everyone around \nher dressed casually and yet she came out looking like royalty. She \nswallowed nervously as she got on. The elevator gradually lowered \nand the closer she got to the ground the more self-conscious she \nfelt. She could see her blonde boyfriend she had dolled up for as \nhe waited by the elevator. Once it made a soft chime to alert her, it \nceased moving, and she stepped out. \nAlbedo appeared so normal in comparison to her. He held out his \narm like the gentleman he always behaved as. He held a smug smile \nand a glimmer in his clear blue eyes. His attire didn\u2019t match hers in the \nslightest. He even had a few dark spots on his white jacket as if he just \ngot off work and came here with no idea this was a date. \n\u201cI see I\u2019m underdressed.\u201d He chuckled as Lumine took his arm \nand realized \u2018errands\u2019 meant they were having a nice meal together. \nHe guided her to the tables as she wobbled clumsily in her heels. If \nhe noticed, he didn\u2019t remark on it. Instead, he whispered about her \nbeauty. \nHow did he do this? He constantly annoyed her with his charm- \ning appeal. She knew deep down that she was pretty. Men blatantly \nchecked her out almost daily with no shame but Albedo was smooth. \n\u201cThis gown shows off many aspects I\u2019ve never noticed before on \nyou,\u201d he said as they approached the table. He left her side and pulled \nout the chair for her. \u201cCurves and revealed skin that is quite indecent \nand scandalous, if I may say so myself.\u201d ","36 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nLumine pouted her lips. That was the point of wearing this. She \nwanted him to see more of her in a glamorous fashion. She sat in the \nseat and he pushed the chair in then he swiftly sat across from her. \n\u201cSo\u2026\u201d He started with confidence, \u201cWhat is the occasion? You \ndidn\u2019t wear a dress like this just for me. Are we celebrating some- \nthing?\u201d \nLumine couldn\u2019t understand him. He was a genius when he \nworked, but he was clueless when it came to romantic dates. She did \nmake herself pretty for him. \n\u201cOh, Albedo,\u201d \n she giggled, \u201cI threw this on because I wanted to \nsurprise you on this date. Am I not allowed to dress nicely around \nyou?\u201d \nShe realized then how silly she sounded and felt stupid. She did not \nthrow this on casually, this was a choice, a deliberate decision, and \neven as Albedo looked at her across the candle-lit table he appeared \nconfused by her choice wording. The flame flickered and the light \nilluminated the beads on her dress. \n\u201cI like seeing you in such garb. It\u2019s far different from what I typi \n- \ncally see you in.\u201d \nLumine looked away. Garb? That\u2019s all this was to him, not very \nromantic at all. At least it was a candlelit dinner or else she would feel \nlike a fool coming here looking so nice for this man who seemed lost \nfor words. ","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 37 \n\u201cAhem, \nI\u2019m having a hard time expressing myself around you when \nyou look like this. I see I have offended you.\u201d \nLumine\u2019s sweet eyes lingered over at him. \n\u201cYou are quite elegant tonight, how can I speak to a princess such \nas you? It\u2019s daunting and I worry I may displease you.\u201d \nLumine felt a smile tug on her lips. \n\u201cAlbedo, relax. I wanted to do something nice.\u201d She leaned into \nthe table. Her hands slid across to meet his. \u201cThis is our sixth date. You \nasked what we\u2019re celebrating and I thought we should commemorate \nthe occasion since we have been seeing one another for so long.\u201d \nAlbedo chuckled. \u201cWe\u2019ve only been official for a month. I don\u2019t \nthink that\u2019s a long time.\u201d \nLumine sighed as his fingertips massaged her index finger. \n\u201cYou know what I mean,\u201d she added. \u201cI want you to be excited \nand proud that we\u2019re a couple. So far you only want to be quiet about \nwhat we have.\u201d \n\u201cYou do understand what I have told you about Gold. She can \nbe cold and\u2026 indifferent.\u201d He sadly smiled. \u201cI would rather you not \nendure her unsociable manners. If I appear uncharismatic, she is far \nworse and I want you to have a pleasant time with me before you \nhave to endure her scrutiny.\u201d \nLumine snickered. ","38 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \n\u201cYou think you\u2019re not charismatic?\u201d Lumine had dreams of this \nman grasping her waist and saving her from the darkness. Enchanting \nand heroic was how she envisioned him. \u201cYou\u2019re being modest. I think \nfondly of you.\u201d \nLumine slipped off her heels under the table. \nA server came up and stared at her for a moment before handing \nthem a menu. \u201cWould either of you want something to drink?\u201d \n\u201cAhh\u2026\u201d \nAlbedo grabbed one of the menus. \u201cDo you have a bottle \nof dandelion wine?\u201d \nThe server nodded and walked off without asking Lumine what \nshe preferred. Albedo was holding the menu up to avoid her gaze. It \nseemed he didn\u2019t want to speak anymore on the topic of his creator. \n\u201cSo do you see anything you like on the menu? I\u2019ll pay for it since you \nworked so hard to dress up for this occasion.\u201d His eyes briefly glanced \nup and then looked back at the menu. \n\u201cUhhh\u2026 \nSticky honey roast?\u201d She replied, inattentive to whatever \nwas written on the paper with courses of food. \nAlbedo set the page down. \n\u201cIs something on your mind?\u201d he asked before the waiter inter- \nrupted them. \n\u201cHere is your wine.\u201d The waiter set two glasses down on the \ntable and popped open the bottle. He disturbed the couple from the ","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 39 \nintense atmosphere by pouring wine into each glass and then leaving \nthe bottle on the table as he left. \nLumine stretched out one of her feet and bumped into Albedo\u2019s \nleg. \n\u201cOh\u2026\u201d \nAlbedo shyly mumbled, he grasped his glass of wine and \nswirled it around as if some connoisseur of alcohol. \nLumine realized then she could bother her boyfriend with a little \nteasing. It may help him loosen up. Her foot gently caressed his boot. \nShe intently watched his reactions and he quietly chuckled. \n\u201cFeisty tonight?\u201d He took a sip of wine and choked. \n\u201cAh\u2026\u201d \nShe lifted her legs up. Tenderly stroked his thighs. \n\u201cWe\u2019re in public, Lumine. What are you doing?\u201d he harshly whis- \npered. Lumine bit her lip while smiling and he sighed. \u201cYou\u2019re unruly \nand untamed. I knew this when we started dating\u2026 \nHaaa\u2026\u201d \nLumine focused on tickling the inside of his thigh with her petite \ntoes. He looked around and then gazed back at her. \n\u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d He clasped her hand and pulled \nit up to his face. \u201cDo you need more attention?\u201d He lightly kissed her \npalm. \u201cIs this what you want?\u201d He moved on to her fingertips letting \nthem rest on his lips until he parted them with an alluring appeal. \u201cDo \nyou want this type of attention? Do you need me like this?\u201d He asked. \nHis breath was wet and warm as he spoke against her digits. ","40 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nThis was a new side to Albedo she had never seen before. She had \nkissed and hugged him in the past\u2026 but there was an aura about him \nthen that gleamed arousal around the flickers of the candlelight while \nher feet rubbed further up his leg to meet his crotch. \n\u201cHow will I finish my wine if you are being such a naughty girl?\u201d \n\u201cMaybe I\u2019m your meal,\u201d Lumine replied. Albedo took her fingers \nand carefully kissed each one. \u201cPerhaps, I shall intoxicate you with my \nguiles and watch you fall to your knees.\u201d \n\u201cYou\u2019re celebrating my demise in that glittering gown while it \nshows off such divine curves of your physique. You want to see me \ndiminish and wither into nothing more than a worshiping follower of \nyour beauty.\u201d \nLumine giggled. \n\u201cMaybe\u2026\u201d \nShe wiggled the same fingers he so delicately kissed. She traced \naround his soft lips and let her heel find his crotch, procuring a quiet \nwhine from him. \n\u201cI like to see the chief alchemist, a captain of the knights, be so \nneedy. I want you to desire me, \nrather than experiments or books. \n I \nthink I\u2019m winning.\u201d \n\u201cHa\u2026 I think so too.\u201d \n He groaned softly while she gently rubbed \nthe outside of his bulge under the table. His hard cock became more \nprominent with each stroke from under her foot. He cleared his throat \nonly to utter, \u201cCan we continue this privately?\u201d","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 41 \nThat\u2019s all he had to say to make Lumine rise up from her chair as \nAlbedo threw a few mora on the table and walked awkwardly to \nconceal the rock-hard dick Lumine was imagining. She dragged him \nby the hand all the way to her room. She thought he\u2019d be leery and \nembarrassed by the situation but as soon as the door shut Albedo \npushed her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head, and \nbreathlessly eyeing her like a dessert. He pressed himself against her \nso she could feel what trouble she was getting into. The hard girthy \nlength teased her and she couldn\u2019t feel anything but jittery by this \naggression she had never seen before. \n\u201cIs this what you want?\u201d \nHe uttered as she nodded her head in \nanticipation. His hands yanked up her dress and he smirked. \u201cNo \nunderwear\u2026 You truly are a lewd girl. What if it wasn\u2019t me grabbing \nyou like this?\u201d \nLumine licked her lips, \u201cI would kill whoever touched me.\u201d \n\u201cHmmm\u2026 \n I suppose I should consider myself lucky that you have \nshown me mercy,\u201d He purred, but she had already moved on to wrap- \nping a leg around his hips to hold him closer. Albedo quietly hummed \nout in contentment as he fumbled with unbuttoning his shorts, letting \nher feel his thick cock teasing around her slick folds. \u201cSo wet\u2026\u201d \nHe grabbed each of her thighs, hoisted her up, and pressed her \nagainst the wall before gradually lowering her on his cock. Lumine \ncould feel his size slowly filling her up. Her pussy was sopping wet as \nhe groaned from her tight squeeze around him. \n\u201cShit\u2026 you\u2019re tight\u2026\u201d \n he said, sounding quite unlike himself as \nhe buried deeper inside her\u2013deeper until she hit the base. He gazed ","42 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nat her with lips parted, breathing so heavily. With no indication, he \ngently thrust in and out of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around \nhim to stabilize herself but it wasn\u2019t needed as he built up speed. \nTheir tender lovemaking quickly became harsh and fast-paced as he \nslammed into her. Each time he pulled out she felt empty until he \nrammed back into her, letting the small space be filled up again. \n\u201c...Bedo\u2026\u201d \nShe moaned while wiggling herself in this defense- \nless position. Above the sound of their ragged breaths, the squelch- \ning sounds from their heated moment spurred her on. Each time he \npulled out, he slammed into her breathlessly, the tight walls around \nhim spasmed with each thrust. A guttural groan of pleasure bubbled \nout of Lumine. Albedo was a natural at this. She could feel a slight \ntwitch from his cock each time he slowed and readjusted to get the \nangle right. Her wet pussy dribbled slick down his cock and he could \nfeel her arousal teasing him to use her. \nLumine clawed into his back and her perky breasts pressed against \nhim as their bodies slid together. Albedo slid in and out of her with \nsuch ease, even as her walls tightened around him. This animalistic \nurge he showed wasn\u2019t like him. The thick member felt so unbearably \nlarge as he thrust inside her, building and building until he slammed \nup one final time, releasing his load. Sweat was on his brow and he \nwas focused on thrusting again\u2013just as hard and fast as before. She \nwhimpered from his relentless pounding. \nWith each plunge, she felt full and warm. Each time he slowly slid \nout, she whined, wanting to feel Albedo again slam into her again. \nThe cycle was endless until Albedo\u2019s hips became erratic and the \nslaps into her became louder, more fierce. The tingle of pleasure that \nsurged throughout her was becoming unbearable and finally, she let ","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 43 \ngo of the wavering hesitation. She let the ecstasy rush into her being. \nHer vision blanked as Albedo continued his brutal rams into her. Her \npussy quaked and Albedo groaned quietly in her ear while warm hot \ncum gushed into her petite quivering cavern. Thick loads of seed \nflooded into her at an alarming rate. That was until he gave one final \nslam into her, filling her to the brim. As the world came back to her, \nAlbedo lowered her down and cum slowly trickled down her thighs. \n\u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d Luimine teased. \nAlbedo smirked at her and licked his lips. \n\u201cTsk, \nI didn\u2019t say I was \ndone with you. I have to clean up the mess I made.\u201d \nHe twirled her around and pushed her onto the lone bed in the \nroom. Lumine squeaked in surprise, she didn\u2019t think he could cum \nagain that quickly until he spread open her legs and gently nibbled \nup her inner thighs. \n\u201cWait, what are you\u2026 \nMmn\u2026!\u201d \nAlbedo licked the outside of her cunt filled with warm juices. Each \nlap across her delicate folds caused her to shiver. Then he moved up \nto her little clit that bulged from arousal. He took it into his mouth \nand gently sucked. \n\u201cHah\u2026 Aah\u2026 Bedo\u2026 I\u2019m still sensitive\u2026\u201d \nLumine protested, yet \nher hips shoved into his face and he pushed his tongue deeper. He \nlicked and sucked up all the juices he could. She wondered if he was \naddicted to her. He sure acted like an addict. His tongue lowered \nand tenderly dipped into her sore twitching hole. He explored it with \neach lick, feeling around and lavishing all her sensitive spots. Gently, ","44 | Midnight Oeuvres Zine \nhis tongue probed in and out. He relished all the flavors of Lumine \nmixed with the taste of his own seed. Brushing against the bundle of \nnerves above her pussy caused her to moan out his name. He thrust \nhis tongue deeper and stared at her face, searching for approval of \nhis actions while he swirled his tongue and slurped everything she \ngave him. \nIt only took a few minutes before another wave of rapture surged \nthroughout Lumine\u2019s body. Slick gushed into Albedo\u2019s mouth and \nhe proceeded to drink her as she rode out her orgasm. She trembled \nand shoved her hips so he would go even deeper. He remained in his \nsteady rhythm as he drank. He let her enjoy herself until she stilled \nand he removed himself from her. \n\u201cWas that enough or does my princess want more?\u201d He coyly \nasked. \nLumine leaned her head back and sighed dreamily. \n\u201cHmm\u2026 With that reaction, I would say I satisfied you.\u201d He \ncrawled up over her so they were facing one another. \u201cYou were so \nbeautiful when you orgasmed for me.\u201d \nLumine felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She recalled \nhow stupid she must have looked when she came, how was that \nbeautiful? \n\u201cYou seem surprised.\u201d He added as if he read her mind. \u201cI love to \nsee you have uncontrollable pleasure from me taking care of you.\u201d \nLumine chuckled. \u201cI hope you liked it.\u201d ","Surrendering to a Memorable Night | 45 \nAlbedo had already wrapped his arms around her and peppered \nher neck in kisses. \n\u201cI did. You felt marvelous,\u201d he exhaled, \u201cBut, you did a horrible, \nindecent thing. Now I\u2019ll always want you like this. You taste too deli- \ncious and feel so delightful. How will I ever eat food again when your \nhoneyed nectar drips into my mouth so easily when I drink you dry?\u201d \nLumine giggled in reply as Albedo closed his eyes and fell asleep \nin her arms."," "," "," "]