Secret Summer Vacation - 4
Thud.
The three losers planted their feet on the sandy beach.
Their thoroughly soaked bodies had already dried soft and clean. The moment they set foot on the sand, they had cast purification magic first. Thanks to that, the salt clinging to their skin and the briny scent had been wiped away completely.
“Ah, what a shame! If I’d just scratched a little deeper, I could’ve made her fall.”
Wilhelmina clicked her tongue in regret and adjusted the swimsuit that had ridden up between her thighs.
Maria, too, sighed as she tugged at the twisted swimsuit strings that had dug into her chest.
“I know, right. We were right to go after Kristia first, but…”
In the end, Kristia’s skill in one-on-one combat had simply been too overwhelming.
Beatrix nodded lightly in agreement.
“Let’s go rest for a bit. Or should we just stay here?”
“We came all the way to the ocean. It’d feel weird to head inside already.”
“I’ll handle it.”
The moment Maria fixed her swimsuit strings, she cast her magic.
Three black stones shaped like coffins suddenly rose from the empty sandy beach.
“He suggested putting up something like a big umbrella to block the sun, then setting out beds with just the frames so we could rest by the sea.”
“Who? Him?”
Beatrix tilted her head. As far as she knew, the only one who came up with bizarre ideas like that was Albert.
Maria confirmed it was correct and began carving the bulging stones with wind. Stone dust scattered in every direction, and before long three decent-looking sunbeds took shape. They were wide enough for two people to lie down easily, and the backrests were large and solid.
“What about the umbrellas?”
Maria asked as she lowered her hands. Beatrix lightly tapped the sand with her foot.
Crack!
Thick, long blue stalks shot up beside each stone bed, and enormous leaves unfurled at their tips. They looked a lot like pumpkin leaves. It was an application of the binding magic that created plant roots to entangle feet.
“That’ll do.”
Beatrix lay down in the middle spot, and the other two women settled onto the empty beds. The stone beds were cool against their skin, but that only made them better. It was the height of summer, after all.
“Want to call it off even now?”
Wilhelmina asked casually. The other two shook their heads. Maria especially let out an incredulous sigh.
“If we break the promise we made ourselves, then what?”
“I know. Just kidding.”
Wilhelmina waved a hand dismissively and closed her eyes, as if she hadn’t been serious. The three women lay side by side, their chests rising and falling.
“Hngh…! How can you do something so shameful…?”
This made three times.
Kristia gazed at Albert with hazy eyes. Taking him three times while leaning against the rock had been good. Climaxes so intense her mind went pure white. Today, the warmth filling her belly felt especially clear.
The seawater that had soaked her body had long since dried, and the salt had been driven out by beads of sweat ages ago.
“You’re so beautiful.”
When Albert smiled, Kristia’s cheeks flushed a little deeper. She panted lightly, feeling the humiliation. Her fingers were laced together, both arms raised high, leaving her armpits completely exposed.
“Haahng!”
The hands that had been gripping her hips brushed her armpits, and Kristia’s eyes flew wide open in surprise.
No excess flesh, no discoloration—just clean and neat. Albert tickled her armpits with his fingers and laughed.
“Stop it…! I’m so embarrassed I could die!”
“Why? They’re so pretty. Soft, too.”
Press.
When Albert’s thumbs lightly pressed into both armpits, Kristia’s body shuddered. Shame and a strange excitement pushed her toward climax. With Albert’s cock, which had already made her smooth, firm belly bulge, grinding against her cervix, it was inevitable.
“Hngh…! Please, just let me lower my arms. It’s too embarrassing…”
Kristia begged with tears welling in her eyes. She could hold her arms up all day without tiring, but the shame was overwhelming. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call this the most humiliating day of her life.
Cute.
Albert smiled at the female who was so fun to torment. Even while she was embarrassed, the moment he gave her hips the slightest rock—
“Haahng…!”
—she forgot all about the shame and became nothing more than a female busy clenching around his cock.
“Hngh…! How underhanded, trying to shut my mouth with your cock…”
But he was right. Kristia swallowed the rest of her words and focused on crying out. Albert seemed to tire of tickling her armpits and grabbed her breasts firmly—just like the first time he had come inside her womb.
“Auuugh…!”
When he squeezed her breasts hard, Kristia’s face twisted in pleasure. She also relaxed a little now that his hands had left her armpits. They were still fully exposed, but if he wasn’t touching them she could try not to think about it.
He stimulated her gently, as if tapping her cervix, and Kristia’s pupils began to roll upward. The whites of her eyes grew larger, as if to show how completely she had lost herself.
“Ogh… oogh…”
The monarchs all made similar moaning sounds. Maybe because they shared a distant common root. Albert tilted his head at the untimely question even as he calmly worked his hips.
Seeing her nipples poking out prominently under the swimsuit made his mouth water. As if entranced, he brought his mouth to the side of her breast and bit down hard. Kristia clenched her lips tight.
“Hngh…!”
Her lower belly trembled, and she sprayed a spectacular amount of piss. So much that he wondered if she might get dehydrated.
Even the pissing is the same.
Albert mouthed at her breast while dropping one hand to her large ass. His other arm still held her waist. Tasting her breast with his mouth, kneading her ass with his hand. In that state he filled her lower belly to bursting with his cock and cum.
Delicious.
Even while devouring Kristia, Albert was still hungry. Even while relentlessly ravishing her, he still was.
“Haa…”
Albert exhaled a long breath and pulled his mouth from her breast. Clear lip marks and teeth marks remained on the side of Kristia’s breast, where a red spot had formed. A kind of territorial marking.
Should I try something different this time?
Once from behind. Once with her legs raised high. Once the ordinary way. Even after three ejaculations, his cock and balls were still perfectly healthy. Feeling the next climax approaching, Albert placed both hands on Kristia’s lower belly. The way it bulged made it look exactly like she was carrying a child.
“Hngh! What… are you doing?”
Kristia managed to focus her eyes and asked. The glans that was both tickling and pressing her cervix while scraping her vaginal walls was driving her insane. That was why urgency colored her expression and voice.
“This.”
Albert’s hands began lightly pressing the sides of her protruding lower belly—precisely where her ovaries would be. Caught off guard, Kristia’s eyes went round.
“Where are you… oogh…?!”
When he rhythmically stimulated her ovaries while pounding her cervix, Kristia’s eyes rolled halfway back again. She tried to open them and resist, but it was useless. Right now she was nothing more than a masturbation tool being led to climax by Albert’s hands, spraying piss and clenching her vaginal walls tight.
Gush! His trembling cock spat out cum once more. Fresh, warm semen pushed out the older load already pooled in her womb. Albert chuckled and brought his lips to Kristia’s ear. He was frowning from the aftershocks of his own orgasm as well.
“Get pregnant. Get pregnant with my cum.”
Just as he had with Beatrix, he whispered for her to get pregnant. He knew all four monarchs were thoroughly using contraception, so it was only a line to stoke the excitement. But it was also half-sincere, and he did intend for it someday.
That sincerity came through in his voice, and Kristia let out a cry thick with ecstasy.
“Haeeung! Pregnant… I’ll get pregnant…”
She would make it so. Forgetting her place, Kristia dared to think of carrying a child before the official wife. She writhed, seeking to fill the unique thrill and instinct of a female who goads a male into impregnating her. She wrapped her legs around Albert’s waist and kept pouring moans into his ear.
“Hngh…! Impregnate me. Fill me up. Fill my womb that’s swollen with a child full of cum again.”
Maybe because her mind had gone pure white. She even forgot her dignified speech and cooed like a spoiled child—just like the humans who used to struggle at her feet to look good in front of her.
When the child is born… I want to get pregnant with Daddy’s cum…
While thrashing in the sensation of her head burning, Kristia had thoroughly immoral thoughts and clenched her lower belly tight. Her arms were still raised high, armpits fully exposed as ordered.
Albert, unaware of that, lightly nipped her earlobe.
Someday I’ll make her armpits into erogenous zones too.
Sensitive enough that just a light poke of a finger would make her piss herself. While lewd thoughts filled Albert’s head, the long ejaculation finally came to an end. Even right after coming, his cock was still rock-hard. Inside his balls, things were still bubbling as they busily produced new sperm.
When Albert caught his breath and pulled his lips from her ear, Kristia asked. Their faces were so close their lips nearly touched.
“That talk of impregnating me… were you serious?”
Perhaps because she had thoroughly savored the afterglow, her speech was back to normal. Albert looked straight into Kristia’s eyes and answered.
“Yes. Of course I intend to. I don’t want to let go of any woman I’ve held in my arms.”
Especially if that woman was as charming as could be. Kristia seemed pleased by his confession; a soft curve formed at the corner of her mouth.
“Then how about talking to Beatrix and doing a little practice beforehand?”
“Practice?”
“The process of making a child. You plant the seed yourself, impregnate her, and watch the whole thing…”
“Absolutely not.”
When it came to their relationship, Beatrix had to be first, no exceptions. Pregnancy even more so. Albert drew a hard line to emphasize the point. The other three monarchs had become women he loved as well, but Beatrix came first. Just as he had promised at the beginning.
“A shame.”
When her secret plan fell through, Kristia laughed hollowly. She had expected it wouldn’t work from the start, but a small part of her had still hoped.
“Mmm… the sun is still high.”
Kristia’s hand went to her own lower belly. It looked as if she were cradling a child she carried. The cock lightly pulsing inside her. The sensation of semen sloshing in her womb traveled to her fingertips.
“Do you… want to get pregnant?”
Albert asked carefully. Kristia nodded.
“Of course. The others are the same.”
“You say it so bluntly.”
“For us it’s as natural as humans breathing to live.”
Moreover—Kristia paused briefly and smiled brightly.
“We’re not the sort who care about anyone’s opinion, are we? If we have the seed of the man we want, then making a child with it is the right thing to do.”
Especially if that male was superior. If anyone opposed, they could simply emphasize their inferiority and force them to their knees. Beheading them would be fine, or torturing them until they learned their place.
Even while such rather chilling words were exchanged, Albert’s cock remained stiff inside Kristia’s belly, lightly stimulating her vaginal walls and cervix.
“Hngh…! Anyway. Let’s talk about that later. Focus on my body for now.”
Kristia flushed faintly and tempted him. She lowered the legs that had been wrapped around Albert’s waist and swayed her hips invitingly.
“Will you take me from behind like a dog? Or once more like this? Do as you please. If you want, we could even focus quietly underwater.”
On top of that, she even emphasized her fully exposed armpits, enduring the shame. It was terribly humiliating, but she knew it was excellent for stoking Albert’s excitement.
Albert swallowed dryly and placed both hands on Kristia’s hips.
The sun was still high in the sky.