The Maritime Nation of Rubalu

"How much longer until we reach Rubalu?"

"I'm not entirely sure about that."

I glared at the Saintess. But staring at her wasn't going to magically produce an answer.

"What do you even know? The only useful things about you are how well your ass clenches and those big tits of yours."

"Excuse me? That's not true! I did tell you how to get to Rubalu, didn't I?"

"Then why don't you know anything beyond that?"

"Well... it's not like I've actually been there myself..."

The Saintess had a point. So I dropped the argument. It wasn't like I'd been seriously expecting an answer anyway.

"Starting to feel seasick over here."

"There's nothing to be done about that."

"Right. Spread your legs."

"Here...?"

"Me fucking you is just as unavoidable. Isn't that right, sex slave?"

"......People are watching. If you're going to do it, shouldn't we go below deck..."

"Does that matter? I want to do it right here."

Not that I particularly enjoyed being watched—that wasn't my thing. But most of those aboard this ship were demons.

They were ultimately under my command, and most knew how to keep their mouths shut. Besides, with the exception of a few humanoid demons, the majority had little interest in human sexual acts to begin with. More importantly, they considered wicked deeds the highest virtue.

So having sex out in the open? That was something they'd easily overlook.

"......"

Eventually, Beatrice bowed her head. I ran my hand along the underside of her breasts. Her outfit barely covered anything to begin with, so I could touch her whenever I pleased.

"Ngh..."

"Your nipples are hard. Getting excited, are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we?"

"It's... the cold wind..."

"Sure it is."

I pulled her into my arms and buried my nose in the nape of her neck. The scent of her skin was intoxicating.

"Then I guess this is because of the wind too?"

My hand slipped beneath the meaningless hem of her dress, heading straight ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for her panties. Below was already slick with wetness.

"......You already know without me saying it."

"No, I need to hear you say it."

Before I knew it, my hand had already pulled aside Beatrice's panties. Her glistening pussy came into view. The unkempt golden pubic hair was already damp with moisture.

When I lightly tugged at her pubic hair, Beatrice's face flushed red.

"We should tidy this up sometime."

"Stop pulling on it!!"

Beatrice squirmed in embarrassment, which only made it more amusing.

"If you tidy it up, I won't pull."

"Fine... I'll do it later..."

Beatrice's face burned redder. Dragging this out any longer would be awkward. I immediately slid a finger inside her.

"Hngk!"

"Already this wet. Do you prefer it when I go straight in? Or...?"

There was no need for further words.

"Just put it in."

"Just like that? If you're going to ask, at least do it properly."

"Ask...?"

"You remember what we talked about last time."

"Ah..."

Beatrice's expression stiffened in that instant.

"You want me to say that... with my own mouth?"

"If you want me to put it in?"

"......That's a bit..."

"Then it's a shame. I'm too tired today."

I immediately pulled my pants back up. Not that I actually intended to stop—this was just my way of showing I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had nothing to be ashamed of.

My intention got through perfectly. Beatrice's expression grew serious.

Her body was already burning up. She couldn't even imagine stopping now.

"Are you really going to leave it like this?"

"Yeah, what can I do? I'm exhausted."

Beatrice gritted her teeth. She looked like she'd rather die than say it, but she seemed to have made up her mind.

"......F-foot."

"I can't hear you well? Say it louder."

I deliberately brought my ear closer to her face as I spoke. The rims of her eyes turned red.

"P-please put your cock in my... my slutty, dripping pussy..."

Lewd. Seeing her say those words with her pussy already soaked and dripping with arousal made me feel like I could cum just from watching.

Of course, I didn't have any semen to waste so pointlessly.

"If you want it that badly, I guess I'll have to stuff you."

I immediately grabbed Beatrice's waist tightly. Slowly, I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy.

"Going in all at once!"

"Hhhuuaaak!"

The sound was too loud. I looked at Beatrice and laughed.

"Hey, didn't you say people were watching?"

"......They're just demons anyway. And they won't be able to see us."

"Yeah, they probably can't see. But if you keep moaning like that, won't they figure it out?"

"Then just... go a little slower... Nnghhk!"

I didn't give her a moment's rest as I began thrusting. My cock started churning inside her pussy.

Squelch! Slap!

She was already in my arms.

"You want me to go slow?"

"......As if."

"See? I told you you're in heat."

"The one always thinking about fucking is you!"

"Shut up, you bitch! Squeeze your cunt tighter!"

"Nnghhk! I am squeezing it!"

"Yeah, that's good."

I kept thrusting, savoring the feel of Beatrice's pussy.

"Gonna cum?"

"Ahhn! Hahk! Hng!"

We kept going at it for nearly two hours before reaching Rubalu. What started on the deck eventually moved to the bedroom.

***

"That was a bit exhausting."

Unlike me, who only felt slightly tired, Beatrice still hadn't managed to get up from the bed. The cramped bedroom was filled with a strange heat and smell. Thick, white semen gushed out in pulses from her gaping pussy.

"Clean up and come out."

Leaving her behind, I stepped out onto the deck. In the distance, the hazy outline of buildings came into view.

"Is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that Rubalu over there?"

"That seems to be the case."

Before I knew it, Zagan had approached my side. There was no trace left of the murderous aura he'd shown earlier.

"Ever heard anything about Rubalu?"

"No. Though I have heard the fish-people are quite aggressive."

"Aggressive, huh? Does that mean we're definitely going to fight?"

"I can't say for sure......"

Turning my head, I saw Beatrice stumbling out of the bedroom, walking unsteadily.

"Having trouble walking?"

"Whose fault is that? Someone kept pounding me like an animal."

"But you liked it."

"That's exactly why I'm not saying anything more."

I lightly stroked Beatrice's shoulder. She didn't resist.

"That's why you're my sex slave."

"C-could you please not call me that where others might misunderstand?"

"I'll think about that. But first, tell me what you know about Rubalu. We'll be arriving soon."

Beatrice immediately launched into an explanation like a schoolteacher. The wooden deck essentially became her chalkboard, and she was holding a pen that she'd procured from who-knows-where.

"Since Rubalu is a maritime nation, it's quite different from other places. After the previous Monarch passed away, his only daughter Aria Christine became the Monarch at a young age."

"Is that so?"

Beatrice nodded.

"So we'll be fighting as soon as we land in Rubalu?"

"No, the fighting will probably start even before that. The Fish-people legion of Rubalu won't welcome us, you see."

"Why not?"

"It's a pirate ship, isn't it? Of course they'll come to sink us."

No sooner had Beatrice finished speaking than Zagan's voice boomed urgently.

"Grand General! Below the water!"

"What did you say?"

Thud!

The ship lurched violently at that moment. It was the impact of something colliding with us.

"It must be the Fish-people! Eeek! The ship isn't going to sink, is it...?"

Fear was written all over Beatrice's face. Her unexpected reaction caught me off guard too.

But soon, anger rose within me.

"These fish bastards dare attack me?"

"Shall I kill them?"

"Yes, slaughter them all."

Zagan immediately drew twin swords and leaped into action. Beatrice, who had been cowering nearby, voiced her concern.

"Won't there be problems if we kill them all? We still need Rubalu's power, don't we?"

Our reason for going to Rubalu was simple.

The Precious Jade—a treasure passed down only to the Monarch of Rubalu.

Our goal was to use it to conceal the appearance of the Demon race. With the Precious Jade, we could hide our identities so perfectly that no one would suspect a thing. And since only the Monarch knew the jewel's location, we needed her cooperation.

"Well, we'll conquer first and think later."

"But what if the Monarch refuses to give up the Precious Jade no matter what?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm confident I can make the Monarch talk one way or another."

As I said this, I pointed at my crotch. Beatrice's gaze turned icy.

"What, you think I can't get information with this? For your information, this is the key to truth. Want me to show you?"

"No. I already know that well enough."

"Good. Since you know, you'd better behave."

Before I knew it, Zagan had returned. Perhaps because of him, the ship's rocking stopped.

"I've dealt with all of them."

"That was quick."

"They were nothing special. Just reckless moths drawn to the flame, relying on the sea's advantage."

Instead of daggers, Zagan was holding severed heads.

"Eeeek!"

Beatrice shrieked at the sight. But Zagan seemed to interpret her reaction differently.

"If you're interested, I can give you one. Would you like to have it?"

"N-no! I wouldn't take it even if you gave it to me! Waaah!"

I found myself wondering why Zagan treated Beatrice with such reverence, so I asked.

"By the way, Zagan, why do you use honorifics with Beatrice?"

"Is she not the Grand General's woman? It's only proper to treat her with the respect befitting the Grand General."

"...Oh, is that so?"

Come to think of it, that made sense. It wasn't like my physical relationship with Beatrice was some new development.

More importantly, while humans might find our relationship strange, from the perspective of the Demon race, there was nothing particularly unusual about it.