The Blade Queen's Outing - 5
"Awake?"
Sunlight pried open Albert's closed eyes, and Beatrix's voice brushed against his ear like a caress.
He looked around slowly through heavy lids, then the events of the previous night came flooding back.
They were inside the carriage.
"Ah… yes. But the bandits…?"
"Taken care of. I also handed over the ledgers we found on their side."
"Taken care of, meaning…?"
"I killed them all. A little over a hundred."
Good lord.
More than a hundred human beings had died in a single night.
It was shocking news to Albert, yet the surprise didn't last as long as he might have expected. He had seen blood spray and people die often enough during his merchant caravan days. The circumstances were different, but he had been wounded himself once dodging a bandit's blade.
That was the most shocking moment of all.
Even if this was a world inside a game, it was still unmistakably real—and a brutally savage reality at that. He had learned that lesson the hard way.
As Albert's expression hardened, Beatrix looked thoroughly flustered. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had slaughtered bandits without so much as blinking.
"Ah… sorry. I startled you. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"What? Why are you apologizing, Beatrix?"
Beatrix was still a ruthless tyrant. Albert had known that when he shared her bed, and he had loved her all the same. So the fact that her hands were steeped in blood was nothing new. She wasn't the sort of woman who massacred people for idle amusement.
Softly, Albert drew her head into his arms. Beatrix wrapped her arms around his waist in return.
"It's all right. So don't feel burdened—treat me the way you always do. You did the right thing. Don't look so defeated over it."
"…Thank you."
The warmth of his body and the gentleness of the embrace washed Beatrix's unease away. The tangled thoughts that had been knotting themselves tighter and tighter found their places again, and her heart settled.
Slowly, Beatrix drew back from his arms and met his eyes.
"Oh, right. There was a hot spring on the mountain where the bandits were. Come with me."
"A hot spring?"
"Mm. I had the carriage brought so we could go together. We can head straight there."
Apparently, they had driven through the night and now stood at the foot of the mountain that held the spring. Albert was freshly reminded of just how impulsive Beatrix could be.
A hot spring in the den of human-trafficking bandits. How bizarre.
"All right. Let's go together."
She must have been exhausted after the night's work; resting a while before moving on wouldn't hurt. Albert let himself be led by Beatrix's hand out of the carriage.
Outside, the knights had pitched tents and set up camp. Beatrix's gaze swept lightly over them.
"You lot rest here."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Even with magic available, one might have expected concern about two valued guests climbing a mountain alone. Instead, every knight answered with the most unhurried expression imaginable. Having watched necks fall like wheat before a scythe, they could hardly feel otherwise.
"Beatrix."
Mid-flight, still held by her hand as they soared through the air, Albert spoke up. Flight magic had been cast on him as well, so even if he lost her grip he wouldn't plummet.
"Hm? What is it?"
"I'd like to learn magic myself… is there anyone who could teach me?"
"You want to learn magic?"
"Yes."
Magic, was it. Beatrix considered it while looking ahead, then answered as if it were nothing of consequence.
"Then I'll teach you."
"Truly?"
"Truly. But first, we enjoy the hot spring."
Before he knew it they had descended before a spring wreathed in rising steam, and Albert blinked. The distinctive mineral scent of hot-spring water and a veil of warm, milky vapor welcomed him.
"You can undress here."
Beatrix's finger pointed to a neatly dressed slab of rock. She had prepared the spot while he slept. The smooth stones arranged in a tidy circle around the spring were her work as well.
A little strange, somehow.
A mountain hot spring. The quiet moment of undressing side by side. Albert felt a curious flutter of anticipation as he sank into the water with Beatrix.
Seeing her beautiful body bare in the open air made his heart race, too.
The water was quite hot, but still easily bearable. Unlike before, his body had grown considerably stronger—and was still growing stronger.
"It's warm. Feels nice."
"Same here. A little short of the western springs, though."
"There are hot springs in the west as well?"
Albert turned his gaze slightly aside as he asked. Beatrix's breasts floating on the surface of the spring came naturally into view.
First time I've seen them float.
First time he'd seen breasts large enough to float, either.
"Mm. Over there they put a lot of medicinal herbs in the water. For convalescence."
"Do people get hurt that often?"
Albert turned his gaze firmly forward again as he asked.
"Kristia runs her training pretty harshly. Still, no one gets seriously injured, and no one dies. From the training, at least."
She herself was always in uniform and worked her subordinates hard. She even put both civil and military officials through drills without distinction, so there was little more to say. That last remark had a certain weight to it from a listener's perspective, but it wasn't particularly surprising. Kristia was a tyrant, too.
After a stretch of light conversation, the two of them closed their eyes and sat shoulder to shoulder in silence.
"Haa……"
Perhaps he had stayed in the bath too long. Albert let out a heated breath and slowly rose. Sitting on the stone rim of the spring to catch his breath, he felt the tightness in his chest finally open up.
Beatrix watched him from the corner of her eye, then her gaze dropped to the soft, hanging length of his cock. Her lower belly clenched tight; her sex twitched and began to water.
"Albert."
When Beatrix called his name, he asked,
"Yes. What is it?"
I want you inside me.
I want to take you.
Beatrix felt the desire surge all the way up her throat—
"Ah… if you want to leave, just say so anytime."
—but she forced it down and showed him consideration instead. She didn't want to smear this rare, quietly pleasant atmosphere with raw lust.
Albert, however, read the desire she couldn't bring herself to speak. He had seen with his own eyes the way she looked at his cock, full of quiet longing.
She's been through so much… this works out well, then.
Comfort Beatrix, and work off some lust while he was at it. Albert gave a soft snort of laughter and slid his legs back into the spring.
Splash. He walked upright through the water until he stood before her. The deliberately swaying cock and heavy balls approaching made Beatrix's cheeks flush—not from the heat of the spring, but because she was going into heat hard and fast.
"Want to try kissing here?"
Albert's finger pointed to his balls—several times larger than those of ordinary men, and every bit as exceptional in their capacity.
Beatrix gave a quiet nod and burrowed between his thighs. She rested his soft cock across the crown of her head and, just as instructed, pressed her lips to his balls.
Smack. Smooch.
"Mmm……"
Sometimes moaning, she kissed them as if lightly sucking. Had she been wearing lipstick, the marks would have stood out clear as day.
Ah… she's getting worked up.
The cock that had lain limp and heavy across her crown began to lift, stiffening upright. Blood rushed in; thick veins stood out in livid relief, and the dense, unmistakable scent of a male began to rise.
Albert stroked Beatrix's hair and smiled.
"Good girl. Would you turn your back and stand over there?"
"…Mm."
Beatrix pulled her face from between his thighs and moved to the spot he indicated. Beyond the drifting steam, a taut, slender waist—and the hips it made all the more striking—caught Albert's eye. Soaked through with spring water, they looked even silkier.
As if entranced, he came up behind her, gently cupped her dripping breasts, and whispered,
"Stay just like this."
"Ah… hnn…!"
When Albert lightly twisted and pinched her nipples, Beatrix's whole body shuddered. That simple pinch of her nipples alone pushed her into a light climax.
Shhk. His massive cock slid past her generous ass and thrust out between her thighs. As the thick shaft grazed her sex, sticky female slick dripped down onto it. It looked for all the world as if a cock had grown out from between Beatrix's legs.
Albert gently rocked his hips back and forth just like that, and Beatrix moaned as she asked,
"Nngh… aren't… you going to put it in?"
"I want to come just rubbing like this. I'll put it in after that."
He laughed in a teasing voice, and Beatrix pressed her lips shut with a look of aching frustration.
"Hnn… why does this feel……"
He wasn't even inside her; the shaft only grazing her sex left her more frustrated by the second. And yet—why did it feel so good?
Beatrix puzzled over the hard-to-understand pleasure even as she surrendered her body without resistance.
"Ahn!"
Albert's lips lightly bit her earlobe. His hands worked her breasts gently, milking them the way one might milk a cow. The shaft rubbing between her thighs stroked her clit and her entrance alike.
"Beatrix."
As the urge to come climbed higher, Albert called his companion's name.
"Nngh…! Whaat…?"
Beatrix was just as worked up; she answered in a sweet, melting voice.
"I… I'm going to come now."
"Huh…?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than his slowly moving hips stilled, and semen erupted from his swollen glans. The thick jets shot past the spring water and began to spatter against the stone railing.
Belatedly, Beatrix thrust out a hand and covered the spurting head. The violent slap of it against her palm and the distinctive texture of the semen lit up her womb. Thick, cloudy slick ran freely down the shaft, and the feel of his balls slapping against her ass and thighs stoked her breeding heat higher still.
Plip. Plop.
Semen overflowing from her palm fell into the spring—not in droplets, but in fairly large clots.
It's over.
At last the long, long ejaculation ended, and Beatrix brought the hand that had covered his glans to her own mouth—to taste the semen pooled in her lightly cupped palm.
I want it. I'm going to eat it.
She tipped the handful of seed into her mouth in one go and, for show, chewed it with wet, smacking sounds, savoring the texture. The intensely musky smell stabbed at her nose, yet to Beatrix it was more fragrant than any perfume.
Albert lowered the hands that had been kneading her breasts and gripped both cheeks of her ass hard. The slick flesh quivered and gladly welcomed the rough touch of a male.
"Hnn…!"
"Beatrix. Bend over the railing for me. The way you did in the office."
I want to put it in.
When Albert laid his desire bare without pretense, Beatrix bent her upper body as if she had been waiting for exactly that. Bracing herself on both arms, she gave her offered hips a soft little sway. Her heavy breasts pressed flat against the stone, but there was no chill—encircled as the spring was, the rock was lukewarm and damp.
I can go straight in.
Albert already knew Beatrix's cunt was more than wet enough. So without hesitation he took her pelvis in both hands and pushed his cock into that generous ass—more precisely, into the sex hidden between its cheeks.
"Haaahn…!"
As the huge cock plunged into cunt-flesh ripe and ready, a heated cry spilled from Beatrix's lips. Gentle though the entry was, the stimulation was unavoidable. And with the head pressing firmly against her cervix, the pleasure only doubled.
Albert felt the soft yet relentlessly gripping walls close around him without a hair's breadth of space and leaned down. Just as he had once before, he laid his chest against Beatrix's back. Then he reached around and gently cupped the breasts hanging beneath her.
It feels good. It feels good. It feels go… aah……
Nothing but the thought that it felt good filled Beatrix's head to bursting. From her lips nothing could escape but the cries of a bitch in heat. To a body gone languid, the enormous pleasure Albert gave her was poison—poison that stripped away the power to think and left only a female who wanted to be bred.
"Hnn… nnnngh……"
Beatrix's ass, pressed flush to Albert's body, squashed lewdly—wanting to take his cock even a fraction deeper. The sensation came through to him intact, and Albert wordlessly pressed his hips harder—wanting to crush her cervix even more firmly.
"Ook… oooh…!"
Press. Press. As the male's fervent courtship ground against her cervix as if to turn it, beast-like moans leaked from Beatrix's lips. Not high cries, but low groans—the sound of climax drawing steadily nearer. As if in answer, Albert's balls contracted and relaxed again and again, endlessly drawing up rich seed. His cock, hard as stone, twitched to announce that ejaculation was imminent.
"Come… come inside… all of it… come inside meee……"
Beatrix pleaded in a thick, childish voice. She could feel the happiest moment of all approaching. Albert was the same.
"Nngh…! Yes… I'll come with everything."
Not a single drop left out. All of it, inside her womb.
Albert squeezed her breasts as if wringing them out and put a final surge of strength into his hips, gouging at her cervix—and in that instant,
Gush!
The glans clamped tight as if to punch through her cervix began to empty its load. Semen drove violently inward, battering her womb and packing it full. As always, Beatrix's belly swelled of its own accord.
"Auuu…!"
Trickle.
Beatrix bit down hard on her lip and came, pissing in thin streams. The pleasure that seemed to burn her mind pure white left her incapable of a single thought. She simply clenched her ass and lower belly on instinct. Her lush female thighs trembled hard enough to collapse at any moment.
"Haa, haa……"
Albert leaned against Beatrix's back and let out rough breaths. The satisfaction and sense of accomplishment of having poured his seed into an outstanding female once again drew a smile to his face. Beatrix felt the same. Even as her eyes rolled back under pleasure as fierce as a lightning strike, she savored the happiness.
The pair of sex-crazed male and female only came down from the mountain just before the sun set.