Secret Summer Vacation - 7
Twenty minutes had passed since Maria cloaked herself and set out to walk the ship.
Inside and out, the entire vessel had been stained a dark, bloody red. A metallic stench hung thick in every direction.
And yet the woman who had caused this catastrophe stood on the deck as if nothing at all were wrong. She had long since dismissed the veil that had hidden her form. With not a living soul left aboard, there was no reason left to cover herself.
What am I supposed to do with this…?
Maria stood on the deck, stroking her chin as she thought it through. The ship had to be disposed of, of course — but sinking it here would leave a foul taste. A pirate wreck at the bottom of such a beautiful stretch of water would ruin the view.
Right. Better to send it far away.
She swept her hand through the air. Mana surged, and a moment later a vast wind came roaring in. Under a clear sky, the gale hit with the force of a typhoon under storm clouds. The storm swung the bow around and shoved the ship hard, driving it toward the opposite side of the white villa. The vessel heaved as though it might come apart at any second, yet somehow held its balance.
At last they reached a place that felt as if the seafloor itself had dropped away, and the typhoon died. The day was still bright and clear; the ship danced on the rolling waves. The pitching was so violent it could have made a person seasick ten times over. Maria’s expression, however, remained perfectly calm.
This far should be enough. It’s deep — perfect for burying the thing.
The ship floated above a vast, deep hole of dense blue-black water. Sink it here, and it would fall all the way into that abyss. Maria slowly lifted herself into the air and put distance between herself and the vessel. It would crumple soon enough, shatter, and turn to dust.
*
“What was that ship earlier?”
After Maria had grilled and polished off every last scrap of the fish she had caught, Beatrix asked the question while burning the bones. She had meant to follow Albert when he went off to wash the dishes — but she stayed on the sand instead. There was something she wanted to ask.
Maria cleaned the spot where she had been sitting with a purification spell and answered with a question of her own.
“You saw it?”
“The mana current was hard to miss. Everyone knows — everyone except him. He was asleep.”
“Ah… well. I did get a little free with my Authority. And my magic.”
“Trash?”
“Yes. Pirates.”
Well done. Beatrix sat down on the stone bed and nodded. She had not the slightest interest in the pitiful lives of those vanished pirates either. Had she been in Maria’s place, she would have taken their heads with a blade rather than blowing them apart.
Maria dusted off her hands and settled onto the bed opposite Beatrix. The crimson and golden monarchs were still glued to Albert’s side, fawning over him for all they were worth.
“How many?”
“Hmm. Thirty to forty, maybe?”
“Quite the famous bunch, then.”
“I wouldn’t know about famous — but they had nerve, I’ll give them that. They meant to sail in even knowing Kristia comes and goes from here all the time.”
Of course, if they had seen her face head-on, they would have turned tail and fled as if none of it had ever happened. Maria swallowed the rest of the thought and gave a short, dry laugh.
“You handled it quietly. That was good. He’s been looking a little worn out.”
“And if he’d heard pirates had been killed, he would only have fretted over it.”
Being too kind really was a problem. Maria let out a brief sigh, and Beatrix exhaled a deep breath of her own. She agreed with Maria completely.
A heavy silence settled over them for a long while after that. Then Beatrix slowly opened her mouth again. Distant footsteps had reached her ears; she decided she could not let the mood hang any longer.
“You did well. As a reward, I’ll ask Albert for you — see if the two of you can have some time alone.”
“Truly?”
One-on-one sex?
Maria’s eyes lit up with anticipation. Even her voice, when she asked again, was bright with life. Beatrix nodded without a word and rose to her feet.
“I’ll go ask. Wait here.”
Beatrix left, intercepted the approaching Albert, and led him into the villa. A few minutes later, she stepped back out onto the sand.
Will he say yes? Or no?
While Maria sat quietly thrilled at the thought of her reward, Albert slipped close and set his lips against her ear.
“Come here tonight.”
He did not know the full story — only that Beatrix had carefully asked whether she might grant a reward. Albert had accepted the request as a matter of course and resolved to give Maria time alone with him. Beatrix would not have brought it up for nothing.
Maria, of course, nodded that she would like that very much. Two jealous stares pinned her in place; she paid them no mind at all.
Hurry. Hurry…
She waited for night with a restless impatience, even considering whether she might invent a spell to blot out the daylight while she was at it.
Then, at last, the night she had been waiting for arrived, and Maria stepped outside as though she had been poised for this exact moment. She was wearing the curious swimsuit she had received as a gift.
If I wear this, he’ll get even more worked up, won’t he?
She smiled, remembering how much more heated Albert had been than usual. She had lit a bonfire for atmosphere and cast a spell so the night wind would not leave him cold.
Maria swallowed hard and sat on the stone bed, tasting her own nerves. When the familiar sound of footsteps drew near, her heart began to pound.
“Sorry. I had a little cleanup to finish.”
At last Albert came closer, smiling with a touch of embarrassment. He was in a swimsuit as well, though he had thrown a light windbreaker over it.
“It’s fine. Ah — would you like to sit here?”
Maria lightly patted the place beside her. Albert nodded and settled quietly at her side.
Shoulder to shoulder, they watched the bonfire burn. Something must have happened. From the way Beatrix had come to him in person to ask, it had clearly been no small matter. Albert was curious, but he said nothing. If it had been something that could be spoken of, she would have told him already. And since Maria herself — the one at the center of it — offered no explanation either, he guessed it was better left alone.
She’ll have handled it properly enough.
Tyrants they might be, but they were not mindless brutes. Albert took a quiet breath, then slipped his arm around Maria’s shoulders.
She wanted sex, and yet she only sat there blushing, saying nothing. He would have to take the lead himself.
“Ah…!”
Maria’s cheeks flushed as if startled. A man taking the initiative with a woman still felt strange to her. Albert, on the other hand, had grown thoroughly used to it, and there was little hesitation left in him. Measured in time, he had long since surpassed what most men managed in an entire lifetime of sex.
But the moment his lips met hers, Maria opened her mouth as if none of that awkwardness had ever existed, and their tongues tangled together.
“Mmm… chuuup…….”
Wet sounds melted into the crackle of the fire; their breathing grew steadily hotter. Hardly pausing to breathe as they kissed would do that.
Squeeze!
“Mmph…!”
The hand that had been around her shoulders closed hard over the swell of her breast through the swimsuit, and Maria’s eyes flew wide. Heat stirred low in her womb; her body busied itself preparing to take him in.
“Hnn… aren’t you kneading a little too hard…?”
Maria asked, shy. Instead of answering, Albert slid his hand beneath the swimsuit and worked her breast, almost as if he meant to milk her.
“Nngh… say something, anything… hnnn!”
“Ah — sorry. You’re so attractive I must have lost my head.”
The faintly apologetic look on his face wiped the shadow from Maria’s expression clean away.
He still hasn’t grown tired of me.
They had been together often enough that she had begun to wonder if the heat was cooling. But he was still hotter than the bonfire beside them. The thought made her happy.
“Shall I tease you a little more? Or would you rather I put it in right away?”
Albert’s fingers gave her nipple a light pinch. Somewhere along the way, the swimsuit string that had covered her chest had sunk deep into the valley between her breasts.
Maria eased the fabric covering her crotch a little to the side. Pale skin was laid bare to the open air. He had only toyed lightly with her chest — and already she had come through three small climaxes. That was why the folds of her sex were soaked through with slick.
“Just… thrust it in. Right now.”
“All right. Lie down for me, then.”
In this position, face-to-face sitting would have been comfortable — but that was a posture reserved for Beatrix alone. Maria knew it, and so she lay back obediently on the sunbed. The bonfire beside them painted light across her shy face.
Albert stripped off his swimsuit bottoms and climbed over her. His cock, already rigid, looked even more forceful than usual tonight; the firelight carved the contrast of light and shadow with merciless clarity.
Squelch.
His thick head brushed her soaked entrance and made a sticky sound.
“Hnn… hurry, put it in, please…….”
As the glans teased along her folds and stoked her need, Maria lifted her head a little and begged. The desperation in her voice and eyes was plain. The thought of tormenting her a little longer crossed Albert’s mind — but his cock was already driving deep into the flesh of her passage.
Push!
“Hnn…!”
The head scraped along her walls and pressed hard against the mouth of her womb; Maria moaned with a half-dazed look on her face. At the same time she locked both arms around his back and both legs around his waist, as if she would not let him go until he had poured a full load of seed into her womb.
That was exactly what Albert wanted as well, and he moved his hips with pure pleasure. The motion was not violent but slow — and all the more precise for it. Even that unhurried roll of his hips dragged without mercy across every sensitive place inside her. A cock of his size made it possible.
“Nngh… a little harder… press into me harder.”
“All right. I will.”
Albert steadied his heated breath and put strength into his hips.
“Ah…! If you stab that hard… hnnn…!”
He drove against the mouth of her womb as if he meant to punch straight through it, and Maria’s eyes rolled as she cried out. Piss burst from her entrance, soaking his lower body and pooling on the sunbed.
The urge to come began to climb in earnest, and impatience shoved at his back. He was seized by the need to empty every last drop of the seed stored in his balls into her womb.
“Hoo…….”
He caught his breath while Maria came, then buried his face in the deep valley of her breasts. He even wrapped both arms around her the way she had wrapped herself around him.
Keep moving until I finish.
That was the last clear thought he had before he let go of reason.
“Haaang! So suddenly— aaah!”
He slammed his hips into her as if he meant to crush her pelvis, and fevered cries tore from Maria’s lips. The climax that had left her half-hazy snapped her mind sharp again. That only made her happier — and more afraid.
Every time the head of his cock struck the mouth of her womb, her lower belly thrummed; her womb, turned into a pure zone of sensation, trembled as even greater pleasure crashed over her. The sound of it — like fists hammering someone without mercy — rang endlessly along the beach, loud enough to drown out the bonfire and the waves alike.
“Ook… oooohk…!”
Nothing but animal moans spilled from Maria’s mouth. Her brain had burned white; she could not form words. Only the great swell of her female hips shuddered and shook again and again, expressing her joy for her.
Albert, too, focused on nothing but rolling his hips like a beast gone mad with mating. He crushed her in his arms and drove his waist into the join of her thighs. The more violently his cock scraped her passage, the faster the climax rose in him.
“Haaung…!”
Surge! At last his cock began to pump out thick semen, and Maria’s lips spilled pure delight. Pleasure so fierce it felt as if her head would burn away. The warmth of seed that filled her womb past capacity and swelled it from within filled her with a deep, proud satisfaction. The sense of achievement — that she had driven this male to finish — played its part as well.
In front of this man… I wouldn’t mind being nothing but a female.
For a woman to kneel to a man was humiliation — but for him, she would do it as many times as he wanted. Maria slowly steadied her breathing, then pressed her lips to the cheek of the man pinning her down. It was the same devotion she had once pressed so thickly against the tip of his cock — loyalty and affection, laid bare.