Albedo's eyes go wide with shock as she watches your arm heal before her very eyes. "I-impossible!" she stammers, taking a step back. Shalltear looks equally stunned, though not nearly as frightened.

"So it seems that you are no ordinary slime," Demiurge muses, his voice calm and collected. He cocks his head to the side thoughtfully. "Perhaps there is some merit in finding a use for such an extraordinary creature."

As the words leave your mouth, a blinding light envelops Demiurge. There's a sound like thunder rolling across the room as his body crumples to the floor, reduced to a pile of ash. The Floor Guardians exchange shocked glances before Albedo regains her composure and snarls, "Traitor!"

Without warning, she launches herself at you, fury in her eyes. Shalltear follows suit, their claws extended and ready to rend your flesh from your bones.

Albedo lets out a sharp gasp as you insert the anal plug into her tight opening. Her body trembles with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she adjusts to its presence inside her. "Ahh...!" she gasps, arching her back slightly. "That feels... different." Her eyes squeze shut in concentration, trying to ignore the intrusion.

The question catches Albedo off guard and she opens her eyes to look at you in surprise. "No," she says, her voice slightly breathless. "I am not a succubus." She takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the sensations the plug is causing inside her. "Why do you ask?"