Albis's Sunset Confession and a Stormy Night of Passion on Tempest's New Shore

The sun bled across the horizon in hues of orange and violet, casting a warm, golden glow over the newly formed coastline of Tempest. It was a project of monumental scale, a testament to Lord Rimuru's vision—a tranquil beach paradise carved out for the citizens of the Jura Forest. And overseeing its final, delicate touches was Albis, the Golden Serpent, her presence as commanding as the tide itself. I stood a respectful distance away, ostensibly to deliver a final report, but in truth, I was simply mesmerized. The gentle sea breeze, salty and sweet, toyed with the ends of her long, dark hair, which she had tied back loosely. She wore a simple, yet stunningly effective, dark purple bikini that did little to conceal the magnificent reality of her form. As a high-ranking Kijin in service to Lord Rimuru, I had seen my share of beauty and power, but Albis was a confluence of both that left me breathless.

Her skin, usually a pale, pristine alabaster, was kissed by the day's sun, taking on a soft, honeyed tone. The fabric of her bikini top strained valiantly to contain the generous swell of her big tits, their heavy, perfect weight a silent promise of softness and warmth. Her hips flared out from a narrow waist, a curve of sublime perfection that spoke of maturity and feminine power. She was the epitome of a milf, not in the crude human sense, but in a way that conveyed wisdom, confidence, and a deep, smoldering sensuality that she carried with an effortless grace. She turned, sensing my presence, and those incredible green eyes, sharp and intelligent as a serpent's, softened as they met mine.

“All is in order, I trust?” she asked, her voice a low, melodic purr that seemed to vibrate through the very sand beneath my feet. Her gaze was direct, yet there was a playful glint in their emerald depths, a hint of the woman beneath the formidable commander of the Beastketeers. She knew precisely the effect she had on others, on me, and she wielded it with the same masterful skill she used to command her troops.

“Yes, Lady Albis,” I managed, my own voice a little huskier than I intended. “The magical barriers are stable, and the climate control enchantments are functioning perfectly. This beach will be a jewel in Tempest’s crown, largely thanks to your diligent oversight.” My praise was genuine, but it felt inadequate. How could I put into words the awe she inspired? This was a world I could scarcely have imagined before meeting Lord Rimuru, a world I found myself in after my own strange journey, a story not unlike the one that started this whole nation of monsters, this world of Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken. And in this world, Albis was a goddess walking among us.

She smiled, a slow, languid curve of her lips that made my heart hammer against my ribs. “Walk with me,” she said, more a gentle command than a request. We began to stroll along the water's edge, the waves lapping gently at our ankles. The setting sun painted the wet sand in shifting patterns of light and shadow. For a while, we walked in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the cry of gulls and the rhythmic sigh of the ocean. The professional barrier between us seemed to dissolve with each step, washed away by the tide. I found my eyes drawn, again and again, to the sway of her hips, the way the muscles in her long legs flexed with each step, the tantalizing curve of her full breasts outlined against the vibrant sky.

“You’ve been watching me,” she stated, not as an accusation, but as a simple observation. Her green eyes were fixed on the horizon, but I knew her attention was entirely on me. A flush of heat crept up my neck. I couldn't deny it. “I apologize if I was staring, my lady. It’s just… you are very beautiful in this light.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, honest and raw.

Albis stopped walking and turned to face me fully. The last rays of sunlight caught in her hair, creating a fiery halo around her head. Her expression was unreadable for a moment, her serpent-like eyes searching mine for something. Then, that devastating smile returned, softer this time, more intimate. “There is no need to apologize for appreciating beauty.” She took a step closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. “And you may dispense with the ‘my lady’ for tonight. Here, on this shore we helped build, I am just Albis.”

My breath hitched. The air between us crackled with a tension that was no longer just professional admiration. It was something primal, a current of desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. She reached out, her fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw. Her touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine. Her thumb brushed against my lower lip, and her green eyes darkened with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. “Tell me,” she whispered, her voice a husky caress, “what is it you truly see when you look at me?”

Before I could answer, the sky, which had been a masterpiece of color only moments before, began to darken with an unnatural speed. The wind picked up, whipping her hair around her face and sending a chill through the air. A low rumble echoed from the horizon. A tropical squall, fast and fierce, was bearing down on us. “We need to take shelter,” I said, my voice urgent, though a part of me didn't want this moment to end. Albis simply nodded, her hand falling from my face to take mine. Her grip was firm, confident. “There’s a bungalow just past the dunes. For visiting dignitaries. It should be empty.” She led the way, her powerful form cutting through the wind as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall.

We stumbled into the small, elegant bungalow just as the heavens opened up. Rain hammered against the thatched roof and streamed down the large glass windows, obscuring the raging sea outside. Inside, it was warm and dry, lit by a few softly glowing magic stones. Albis released my hand and moved to the window, watching the storm. Her silhouette was breathtaking, the soft light from within tracing the divine curves of her body through the damp, clinging fabric of her bikini.

“Quite a storm,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the roar of the wind and rain. I moved to stand behind her, my body thrumming with a potent mix of adrenaline and longing. I could smell the rain on her skin, mixed with the faint, intoxicating scent of saltwater and her own unique, musky perfume. My hands rose of their own accord, hovering just inches from her waist. This was the precipice. One step, one word, and there would be no going back.

“Albis,” I breathed her name, and it was all the permission she needed. She turned in my arms, her body pressing flush against mine. The cool, damp fabric of her bikini was a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. Her hands came up to cup my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks as her piercing green eyes bored into my very soul. “You never answered my question,” she whispered, the storm outside a symphony for the tempest brewing between us.

“I see…” I began, my voice thick with emotion, “I see a leader. A warrior. But I also see a woman of immense passion and warmth. I see a beauty so profound it makes the sunset pale in comparison. I see… everything I’ve ever wanted.” My confession hung in the air between us, raw and undeniable. A slow, deeply satisfied smile bloomed on her lips. She leaned in, her full lips brushing against mine, a feather-light tease that sent fire racing through my veins. “Good,” she purred, before closing the distance and kissing me. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a kiss of pent-up longing, of mutual, unspoken desire finally unleashed. It was a claiming. Her lips were soft but firm, moving against mine with an expert confidence that made my knees weak. Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of my lips before plunging into my mouth, tasting and exploring with a ravenous hunger that I met with equal fervor.

My hands finally found their place, wrapping around her waist and pulling her impossibly closer. I could feel the magnificent weight of her big tits pressing against my chest, two soft, heavy orbs of pure pleasure. One of my hands slid upwards, tracing the strong, elegant line of her spine before tangling in her damp hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. She moaned into my mouth, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction that vibrated through my entire body. Her hands roamed over my back and shoulders, her nails scraping lightly, marking me as hers. When we finally broke for air, we were both panting, our foreheads pressed together, the sound of the rain a distant roar compared to the blood pounding in my ears.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed, her voice a husky whisper. Her green eyes were glazed over with lust, her pupils dilated. Without another word, she took my hand and led me towards the bedroom. The room was simple but luxurious, dominated by a large bed with pristine white sheets. Albis turned to me, her eyes never leaving mine, and with a deft, practiced movement, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bikini top. The thin purple fabric fell away, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They were magnificent. Full, heavy, and perfectly round, with large, dark aureoles and nipples that were already beaded and hard with arousal. They were the breasts of a goddess, a testament to her powerful, mature femininity.

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes devouring the sight of her. “You are perfect,” I whispered, stepping forward and reaching out a trembling hand to cup one of her breasts. It was heavy in my palm, the skin impossibly soft, the flesh firm and yielding. I lowered my head, my lips brushing against the sensitive peak. Albis gasped, her back arching as she pushed her breast more fully into my hand, into my mouth. I laved her nipple with my tongue, suckling gently at first, then more greedily as she moaned my name, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I worshiped her there, in the dim light of the bungalow, tasting the salt of the sea and the sweet taste of her skin, lavishing attention on each perfect breast until she was quivering, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She fumbled with the clasp of my own garments, pulling them from my body with an impatient urgency that thrilled me. Soon we were both naked, our bodies pressed together, skin against skin. The sensation was electric. She pushed me gently back onto the bed, crawling over me with the sinuous grace of the serpent she was named for. She straddled my hips, her glorious tits hanging just above my face, swaying with her every movement. It was the most intoxicating view I had ever witnessed. She leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as she slowly, deliberately, lowered herself onto my throbbing erection. I gasped as she took me inside her, her body hot and wet and incredibly tight. She was a perfect fit, a sheath of velvet fire closing around me.

Albis threw her head back, a long, keening moan escaping her lips as she felt me deep inside her. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Yes… right there…” she breathed. She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy crashing through me. Her control was absolute. She was the one in command, the milf leading the dance, and I was more than happy to cede control to her. I watched, mesmerized, as her big tits bounced and swayed with each deliberate, sensuous thrust of her hips. I reached up, my hands finding them, squeezing and caressing the heavy globes as she rode me, my touch making her cry out in pleasure.

The storm outside raged on, mirroring the tempest of our passion. The rhythm of the rain on the roof became the beat to which we moved. Her pace quickened, her slow, deliberate grinds becoming faster, harder. My hands slid down her back to grip her firm, rounded buttocks, pulling her down onto me with each of her upward thrusts, driving myself deeper inside her. Our bodies slapped together, the sound a wet, percussive rhythm that filled the room. Sweat slicked our skin, making us gleam in the soft light. Her green eyes, once so sharp and controlled, were now wild, unfocused pools of pure sensation. She was completely lost in the moment, and I was lost with her.

“I’m close…” she panted, her voice strained. The sight of her, this powerful, commanding woman, so completely undone by pleasure, was the final push I needed. I felt my own climax building, a searing heat coiling in the pit of my stomach. “Albis!” I cried out her name as my release burst forth, flooding her with my warmth. Her own orgasm hit a second later, a violent, beautiful cataclysm. Her body seized, her inner muscles clenching around me in exquisite waves. A sharp, ecstatic cry was torn from her throat as she collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling and spent.

We lay like that for a long time, tangled together, our hearts pounding in unison. The rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, the storm having passed. I stroked her damp hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. She stirred, lifting her head to look at me. The lust had faded from her green eyes, replaced by a soft, tender glow that made my heart ache with affection. She leaned down and kissed me, a soft, languid kiss full of unspoken emotion. It was a kiss of thanks, of acceptance, of a new beginning.

“I knew,” she whispered, her voice soft and content as she snuggled against my side, her head resting on my chest. “From the first time you brought me a report and couldn’t quite meet my eyes, I knew there was something there.” A small, happy laugh escaped my lips. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, her magnificent breasts a soft, warm weight against my ribs. The scent of our lovemaking filled the air, a musky, intimate perfume. Outside, the moon broke through the clouds, its silver light filtering through the window, bathing us in a gentle glow. Here, in this small haven on Tempest’s new beach, a new chapter had begun. This wasn’t just a night of passion born from a storm; it was the start of something real, something as deep and powerful as the ocean that now slept peacefully just beyond our window. And as I held the magnificent Albis in my arms, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be in this incredible new world of That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime.