The Blade Queen's Outing - 2
Inside the spacious carriage, the only sound was the steady clip-clop of hooves racing over the well-kept road.
A married couple who had locked eyes could hardly sit there in shy silence forever.
Especially not a pair still freshly wed.
“Nngh…!”
When Albert slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close, Beatrix’s cheeks flushed crimson.
On this continent, it was only natural for a woman to take the lead with a man.
And yet here was the queen who stood at the very pinnacle of that order, being thoroughly led around by one.
Still… I like it.
The promise they had made had been little more than a mistake born of half-mad pleasure.
Looking back now, calling it a stroke of pure genius would not have been an overstatement.
By surrendering the initiative, she had given Albert free rein to bare his desires without the slightest burden.
“Is this all you ever think about? You pervert.”
Beatrix whispered the words bashfully, and a faint curve touched Albert’s lips.
“You don’t like it?”
“No. I do.”
Far too much.
She swallowed the rest of the sentence and reached out.
Her hand found the thick, snake-like shaft straining against his trousers, already bulging like a living thing.
The moment the female’s fingers brushed it, the cock twitched, and her delicate digits only grew busier.
From a distance it might have looked as though she were merely stroking his thigh; in truth she was caressing the shaft that lay across it.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“…Okay.”
The instant the command left Albert’s mouth, Beatrix’s legs parted.
The slit in her dress made it almost too easy.
His hand slipped between her thighs, then gently tugged her soaked undergarments aside.
There it was—her sex, drooling for his cock.
“Haah…!”
A wet squelch filled the air as the man’s fingers sank into her folds, and a soft cry escaped Beatrix’s lips.
They had laid a sound-dampening spell; even if they screamed loud enough to shake the walls, nothing would leak outside.
Her little moan was no different.
While the squelching and wet sounds grew louder, Beatrix used one hand to tug Albert’s trousers down.
He lifted his hips helpfully, making the task simple.
Gulp. Beatrix swallowed dryly and began to stroke the thick, tempting cock with gentle care.
Still free of sweat, love-juices, or spit, it felt rough under her palm.
But then—
Precum began to bead and trickle from the tip of the urethra. As if she had been waiting for exactly that, her hand slid up toward the glans.
Slick, sticky sounds tickled both their ears.
“Mmm…! When did you learn to do this?”
Albert, who had been happily tormenting her sex, furrowed his brow.
Beatrix was spreading the freely leaking precum evenly over his shaft, then focusing her assault on the head.
She formed a ring with thumb and forefinger and rubbed the front of his cock with intense concentration.
Of course the shaft was far too thick for a perfect ring, yet it was more than enough to drive him wild.
“I practiced while you were sleeping. Am I… doing well?”
“Too well. The stimulation’s so strong I’m about to come.”
“That’s a relief.”
When Albert confessed so frankly, Beatrix brightened and worked her hand even faster.
That sticky, slippery, alien texture.
The taut springiness of the glans she had already tasted with her mouth clung to her fingers.
Spurred on, Albert’s own hand grew equally frantic—like a drowning man thrashing for air.
“Should I… haah! Take it with my mouth…?”
Beatrix asked carefully, desire thick in her voice.
Through her fingers she could feel the semen surging up the shaft.
She herself was teetering on the edge of climax.
Her expression crumbled; sweet little sounds slipped out unbidden.
Albert answered between rough, panting breaths.
“I want to paint your body with it.”
“My body…?”
He wanted to mark his mate thoroughly with his seed—claim her so no one else would dare touch her.
For Beatrix it might have been humiliation, yet she accepted that dark desire without hesitation.
If it was Albert baring his possessive instincts, she would gladly take anything he gave her.
“Haah… Do it… ahh! Do it that way…….”
The thought of being drenched head to toe in her beloved male’s semen excited her so much that her fingers grew stronger still. Then she twisted her body with sudden speed.
At the same time she angled his cock so it pointed straight at her where she sat beside him.
“Ugh…!”
With a thick pulse and a wet spurt, semen erupted—and at the exact same moment Beatrix’s sex gushed a spectacular stream of piss.
Come poured out like a showerhead, soiling her blue dress in patch after sticky patch.
Meanwhile the urine and love-juices bursting from her crotch soaked the carriage seats and floor in a shining puddle.
In seconds the interior reeked of male and female.
“Haa… haa…….”
Both of them, male and female alike, gulped for air.
The hands that had been tormenting each other’s bodies had long since fallen limp onto their thighs.
Albert’s hand rested on Beatrix’s thigh.
Beatrix’s hand rested on Albert’s.
It’s filthy. And it smells so good…….
How could a smell be delicious?
Beatrix lowered her gaze and stared blankly at the semen coating her body.
Her favorite blue dress was half-soaked, yet that only made her happier.
Feeling him fill her womb was bliss, but seeing the proof with her own eyes was a different kind of joy.
She could savor the pure achievement of having made this male come so hard.
Love, too, felt just like that.
“Want to climb on?”
Albert patted his own thigh with a couple of soft thumps while he caught his breath.
It looked exactly like a gesture used to train a dog.
Beatrix stared for a long moment at the cock that still stood hard and proud, then slowly rose.
The carriage ceiling was not especially high; her posture remained a little hunched.
Pale fingers wrapped around his shaft and rubbed it slowly across her folds.
“Nngh…….”
As the cock scraped along her inner walls and sank in smoothly, Beatrix closed her eyes and moaned.
Feeling the warmth that filled her belly and the solid weight of him, she smiled softly.
“If you move too hard the carriage will rock… so just stay still like this.”
Albert kept one arm around her waist while his right hand claimed one of her heavy breasts.
The way her walls clenched and milked him made it hard to keep his expression steady.
“Okay… I understand.”
Even without thrusting she could still take plenty of pleasure.
Beatrix had learned that from experience.
She hiked her skirts up to her waist and wrapped both legs around Albert’s hips.
All she had to do was roll her waist a little or rock her hips gently from side to side.
And when she did that…….
“Ook… oooh…….”
The thick glans that already filled her belly rubbed and prodded against the mouth of her womb like a searching finger.
The pleasure it produced was enormous—enough to tear animalistic moans from Beatrix’s lips.
It was so warm.
Albert released her waist and used both hands to knead the breasts hidden beneath the dress.
Semen had splattered evenly across her exposed cleavage; the salty scent rose thickly.
“Hnn… It’s too much… so big…….”
When he squeezed her breasts as though milking them, sweet cries tickled Albert’s ears.
Naturally his cock swelled even harder, twitching roughly; she felt every pulse through her walls.
Beatrix tightened her lower belly, clamping down hard on the living, breathing shaft.
Once again she experienced firsthand just how strong a male could be, and deliberately cooed for him.
“I’ll enjoy every drop.”
Albert pushed aside the blue fabric covering her chest and took one stiff nipple fully into his mouth.
The overflowing soft flesh pressed against his lips and nose, squashing delightfully.
Someday milk will come from these… and I’ll drink that too.
People said breast milk was bitter, but Beatrix’s would surely be sweeter than any drink.
Imagining that certain future—whenever it might arrive—Albert pursed his lips and suckled.
“Haaang! Do my tits… taste good?”
Beatrix’s hands gently stroked Albert’s hair.
She looked down at him with eyes that held not only lust but maternal affection as well.
Albert briefly pulled away to catch his breath.
He had nursed so greedily that the place where his mouth had been was already swollen bright red.
“Haa…! Yes. They’re delicious.”
“Then… want more?”
“Yes.”
He flexed his cock inside her and this time gathered both breasts with his hands, pressing the stiff nipples together until they met at a single point.
Every time those peaks brushed each other, heated cries leaked from Beatrix’s lips.
“Hnnngh…!”
And the moment Albert swallowed both gathered nipples into his mouth at once—
that intense sensation shoved Beatrix straight over the edge.
She clamped her legs hard around his waist; the thick white muscles of her thighs stood out sharply.
Her hips trembled violently, and from the sex that had already pissed so freely a thick stream of love-juices poured out.
Cloudy white, as dense as semen.
“Mmm…….”
Albert kept feasting on her breasts while he moaned with eyes closed.
His cock was already hypersensitive from the climax he had just finished.
When even stronger stimulation kept crashing over him without pause, holding back became impossible.
His shaft shuddered and signaled that it was ready to spit out the fresh load it had already made.
“It’s okay… you can come as much as you want. Good boy…….”
Beatrix cradled Albert’s head and spoke in the soft voice one uses to soothe a child.
Lost in that mercy and the softness of her flesh, Albert kept suckling at the female’s breasts without stopping.
“Haah…! That’s it… eat up… nngh! Eat it all…….”
When he went beyond sucking and lightly bit the nipple, Beatrix’s entire body jerked.
Her hips even bucked as though she had been shocked.
The sharp, instantaneous pleasure of the bite had raced through her from head to toe.
At last, nestled in the soft flesh and scent of his female, Albert released his semen in deep, comfortable pulses.
Even so, the force with which the cock buried in her walls spat its load was nothing short of violent.
The semen smashed through the dam of her cervix and poured straight into her womb in heavy waves.
“Haaahhnn!”
As the come sloshed and crashed inside her womb, Beatrix cried out in heated delight.
“Huu…!”
When Albert finally pulled his mouth from her breast with a satisfied sigh, Beatrix’s sex sprayed water once more.
Pissing has become a habit with her.
It hadn’t been this bad the first times they fucked.
Only after Albert had bitten her clit and raked her sex without mercy had she started wetting herself.
Unless magic sealed it off, there was no stopping it now.
Her body had simply remembered that pissing made the pleasure even better.
Smack!
“Haahnn…!”
Albert lightly spanked the sweat-slick, glistening ass, and Beatrix shuddered all over.
“Clean me up.”
“Ah… okay.”
Beatrix regulated her ragged breathing and slowly changed position.
She lowered the legs that had been wrapped around his waist and carefully drew the cock out of her belly.
She had clenched so tightly that it left with a wet pop, like a cork being pulled.
While a cocktail of semen and love-juices dripped from her sex, Beatrix sank to her knees in front of Albert.
She had pissed so much that the floor squelched under her.
Even her knees were soaked.
Still, her gaze never left Albert’s cock.
It was streaked white with come and juices, yet it still reeked unmistakably of raw male.
“Bee…….”
She let her tongue stretch out naturally and licked the mess from the shaft clean.
The unique texture of her tongue sliding over the stains made the cock twitch once more.
Apparently the female’s devoted service had revived it; it still stood rigid and proud.
Smack. When her red lips finally pressed a soft kiss to the tip of the glans, Albert stroked Beatrix’s hair with clear satisfaction.
“Want to keep going?”
“…I do.”
The moment the male who held the initiative offered mercy, the female nodded as if she had been waiting for exactly those words.
They continued mixing their pleasure until the sun began to set and the carriage was about to stop—
until the thick steam of their sweat and the sharp, clinging scent of male and female completely filled the carriage.