Secret Summer Vacation - 6
“Haaah… haaah…….”
A foul stench and thick, steamy heat rose in lazy waves.
The four women sprawled across the sofa, tongues lolling long as they panted like dogs. Their pale asses were flushed a deep, well-cooked red, and from their folds, cum they could no longer hold gushed out in thick spurts. Their lower bellies bulged as if they were already carrying children.
Albert stepped back a few paces, drinking in the sight of those asses lined up side by side. Even after flooding their wombs to the bursting point all night long, his cock still twitched hungrily. The shaft, slick with a mess of semen, love juices, and sweat, caught his eye.
A purification spell would have banished the beastly reek and the lingering steam from the living room, but it never quite felt like a real wash—too unclean for his tastes. So Albert headed straight for the bathroom. After thrashing his hips so vigorously since dawn, his legs still threatened to buckle now and then.
“Hooo…!”
As the water rinsed the filth from his body, a long sigh slipped from Albert’s lips. He forced the languor down and stepped out of the bathroom. More than anything he wanted to fill the tub and just sleep right there. He would have done exactly that if his stomach hadn’t chosen that moment to growl its hunger.
“Everyone needs to clean up. Get up!”
“Haaauu…!”
Smack! Albert’s palm cracked across the women’s plump asses. When every one of them received an equal spank, their bodies shuddered violently. A mere open-handed slap on the rear was enough to drive them to climax all over again. Albert’s gaze lingered on the handprints blooming across those cheeks.
The bitches—no, the queens—forced their trembling bodies upright. Endless orgasms had drained their stamina to the dregs; even their waists quivered. Watching the monarchs slowly come back to themselves, Albert made for the kitchen tucked away in a far corner.
Meat first thing in the morning feels a bit much…
Albert sighed as he opened the small magically chilled box. Meat, vegetables—plenty of ingredients, but the meat outweighed everything else. Since they’d milked him dry of protein, maybe the box was telling him to replenish with protein?
No help for it.
In times like these, there was only one answer. Albert prepped a reasonable amount of meat and set a large pot of vegetable stock to simmer, tossing the trimmed meat in as well. Meat went in, sure, but it was still essentially a vegetable soup—thicker than a cream soup, more like a proper broth. He ladled it roughly into bowls, set them on a large silver tray, and carried it out to the living room. Chopped fine, it was the kind of meal you could just lift and drink. No elegance, but perfect for filling empty stomachs.
“Here, eat up. Just drink it.”
Albert set the tray on the living-room table with a smile. Kristia, the first to fully recover her wits, approached and took a bowl. Freshly boiled, warm steam still curled from it.
“Ahem! How shameful. A bunch of jojips freeloading off their master…”
“No need to put it like that.”
Albert snorted a quiet laugh and picked up a bowl of his own. The living room, which had been a disaster zone, was now spotless—as if nothing had ever happened. No splattered love juices, no lingering smell. One activation of the purification magic circle had taken care of it. The other three queens drifted over slowly, almost lazily. All of them remained standing as they lifted their bowls to their lips, shoveling the chunks in and chewing with the rough manners of men who worked hard labor.
“Haaah…!”
Beatrix exhaled a long breath and set her empty bowl on the table. With the hunger gone and warmth spreading through her, strength returned. The heavy languor that had crushed her body lifted as well—same for the others.
While Albert dressed and returned to the kitchen to tidy up, the women changed. Not into dresses, but into the light training clothes knights might wear. Their soaked swimsuits had been cleaned and dried with mana so they wouldn’t feel clammy whenever they put them back on.
“Sorry, but I’m going to grab some sleep first.”
The moment Albert came back from the kitchen, sleep was the only thing on his mind. From yesterday afternoon straight through this morning they had been fucking almost nonstop. Wanting rest was only natural. Even if stamina and virility remained, he needed the break.
“How about sleeping on the beach, then? I had spots prepared yesterday.”
When Beatrix floated the suggestion, Albert’s eyes lit up. He could sleep in a luxurious room anytime, but dozing on the beach was rare. Watching the clear sea and listening to the waves had a certain romance to it.
“Sounds good. Let’s do that.”
Albert left the villa with open excitement, and the queens followed with fond looks on their faces.
They really did set this up nicely.
He’d been too out of it yesterday to notice. Seeing the stone beds lined up along the shore was a pleasant surprise. Albert stretched out on the one in the corner and slowly closed his eyes. The cool stone chased away just enough of the heat to feel perfect. After a full day of sea breeze yesterday, the scent no longer bothered him much. Broad leaves cast shade so the sun never stabbed his eyes. Ideal for sleep.
As Albert sank into deep slumber with the waves for a lullaby, the queens who had been watching from a distance slipped closer. Their bellies were still heavily swollen, yet their eyes burned with the hunger of people who hadn’t eaten in days. Fatigue had long since fled before greed.
But—
“Let’s rest for now.”
At Beatrix’s single quiet order, each of them moved to an empty stone bed. When the primary wife said rest, none of them dared argue. Albert’s body really had accumulated fatigue, after all.
“Yes. Resting first is good.”
Maria lay back on her stone bed and spoke; the other two nodded.
“Right. Our bellies are warm. Wanting more than this would just be greed.”
“Yeah, fair enough. I agree.”
Wilhelmina stroked her swollen belly and smiled. Setting up a puppet just so she could cling to him noisily was out of the question—she couldn’t even hold his hand, let alone nestle against him.
“Today we spend peacefully, no mating. Remember that.”
Beatrix sealed Albert’s ears with magic and delivered the unilateral decree. To the other three it was a bolt from the blue, yet none protested. Looking at Albert sleeping so soundly made them feel guilty about wringing him any further. The thorough satisfaction they’d already taken until morning helped as well.
“Then what about tomorrow?”
Maria lifted her head a little to ask. Beatrix’s gaze stayed fixed straight ahead on the sea.
“Tomorrow we do it.”
Albert’s health came first, but Beatrix lusted after his seed every bit as much as the rest. If anything, her obsession ran the strongest of the four. That settled it. Wilhelmina and Kristia, who had been listening quietly, gave small nods. To them, sex with Albert was play and rest—but they knew it wasn’t the same for Albert himself.
“Shall we catch some fish for lunch?”
While everyone lay listening to the waves, Maria slowly sat up. By then Albert would be waking, and when the time came they would naturally need to eat. There was no reason to skip a meal unless it was an emergency. More than that—eating well was how you built strength for more work.
“Good idea. The western fishing grounds are excellent; we can just pick whatever looks decent.”
Wilhelmina voiced her agreement, and Beatrix and Kristia concurred.
“Do that. But who’s going to catch them?”
“It’s my territory, so I should handle it myself, don’t you think…?”
“If you try to catch fish, you’ll shred them all to pieces.”
Maria shook her head, recalling Kristia’s past blunders. Hunting fish required far more delicacy than land animals, and delicacy was something Kristia lacked.
“Ahem…!”
Kristia cleared her throat, embarrassed. Her cheeks even flushed a little.
“I’ll go catch them.”
Ugh.
Maria sighed briefly and rose from the bed.
“How many should I bring?”
“Catch a lot, eat a lot.”
“Just enough that we don’t wipe out the stock.”
“Do as you like.”
The three women each tossed out a line and shooed her off.
Should I just cancel right now?
Maria glanced back, tempted to lie down again, but in the end she lifted herself over the water. She flew for a long while, pink hair streaming, until the beach was nearly out of sight. Then she wrapped herself in a mana membrane and slowly sank beneath the waves.
Schools of small fish glided past her eyes. Colorful corals swayed in the rocky crevices—quite a pretty sight. The water wasn’t especially deep, so the bottom showed clearly. She knew, though, that farther out the terrain dropped away like a cliff.
Maria waved a hand through the empty water as if checking something, then began to swim at a leisurely pace. Even the smallest kick sent her gliding smoothly forward. Whenever she spotted a large, meaty fish she pointed a finger. At a glance it looked like she was simply marveling at them. But every time she pointed, the indicated fish went limp and floated. She had refined the water into needle-thin, razor-sharp jets and fired them—exactly the same technique she had once used against Kristia. Streams of water, moving with the steady flow of a river, carried the fish to her and then vanished.
Maria dismissed the water-manipulation magic and formed a sizable water sphere. She gathered every dead fish inside it and slowly rose. A makeshift aquarium, of sorts.
This should be enough.
She nodded at the fish floating in the bubble. She had only taken whatever caught her eye, yet the variety was surprisingly good.
“Hooo…!”
The moment she broke the surface she let out a breath of relief. She had been breathing as comfortably as on land, so she wasn’t winded. Ready to head back, she started to turn—
Maria’s eyes narrowed sharply. A large ship was approaching with the horizon at its back. Wooden, of course, with a big sail.
A ship from outside?
Vessels departing from nearby waters were under the strict control of this land’s lord. Yet this one kept closing the distance. Either they were coming on purpose, or they simply hadn’t heard. One or the other.
Maria tightened the membrane around herself and cloaked her body with magic—the same way she had once rendered Albert invisible. If it wasn’t deliberate, she would have to turn them away.
She drifted silently closer to the ship. On the deck, women with sun-darkened, healthy-looking bodies laughed and jabbered crudely. Their sloppy clothes and rough faces marked them as anything but ordinary sailors.
“Ah, fuck! Just shut up and trust me already! Why the hell would those tyrant bitches still be camping out here? If they were gonna leave, they’d have left ages ago!”
“And if you’re wrong and we get fucked?”
“Hey. Which is faster—getting fucked later, or getting fucked right now?”
In the end there was no good answer, so what was the point of the noise? One sailor fingered the cutlass at her hip and shook her head. Defying the captain now would do no good. Opposing her out of vague unease would be even worse.
“Ah, shit. I don’t know!”
The woman who had voiced her anxiety squeezed her eyes shut. The captain threw her head back and laughed.
“Ugh, fuck! A cunt-bearing bitch this scared? That red-haired one came here often, so she must’ve stashed something! And this is her villa, right? This is a sure thing!”
From the way she talked, word of Kristia’s comings and goings had leaked somehow—and reached pirate ears.
They’ve got some nerve.
Maria clicked her tongue and set foot soundlessly on the deck. Whether Kristia’s property got looted was none of her concern, but Albert was sleeping on that beach right now. If pirates stormed in, the peaceful morning would shatter—and the vacation itself would be ruined. She refused to watch that happen.
Maria slipped up behind the pirate captain and lightly rested a hand on her shoulder. The ticklish touch made the captain glance back without thinking. Maria stood right in front of her, yet all the captain saw was empty sea.
“Huh? Mosquito bite?”
She was about to dismiss it and move on when her eyes bulged and she began to choke and cough.
“Huh? What’s wrong all of a sudden? Swallow wrong?”
One watching pirate tilted her head in confusion, then looked back.
“Hey, you! Bring some water! Captain’s choking!”
It wasn’t a swallowed wrong—her airway was swelling shut—but the pirate had no way of knowing.
“Ah, yes ma’am!”
A woman farther off hurried below to fetch water. The captain was foul-tempered but knew how to look after her crew, so loyalty ran high. That was why the pirates obeyed without question.
“Just hang on a bit, water’s coming… huh?!”
The moment the pirate who had sent for water turned her head forward again, her eyes went round and her mouth dropped open. The captain, who had only been coughing a second ago, was swelling up like a giant balloon.
“Kek… kek! S-save…!”
Pop!
The captain’s eyes turned bloodshot as she flailed—then she burst with a sound like a firecracker, painting the deck in a sea of blood. Flesh and bone fragments. The thick reek of iron. Even pirates who lived by cruelty found the sight hard to look at.
Yet Maria, the one who had brought this nightmare, showed not the slightest change of expression as she walked slowly forward. To her, pirates were less than flies. She felt no pity, not even anger. Would anyone bother getting angry while sweeping up a speck of dust? Most people simply cleaned it away, calm and indifferent. That was exactly what Maria was doing now.
Cleaning.
Nothing more, nothing less.