The Answer Is Sex — Part 3
It was pitiful. After two climaxes in a row, Arnold was in a wretched state.
His seed was running dry, his breath came short and ragged, and rational thought had all but fled him. Even lying still beneath her drained his stamina. And then there was the pleasure itself — a pleasure that sank into him like quicksand, so hard to shake off once it had taken hold. Once lust had caught fire, putting it out again proved nearly impossible.
They said a thief who learned late developed a taste for it, didn't they?
Albert held his breath as he watched Arnold thrash about without any real will to escape. The meager volume of his spend. The faintness of its scent. In every respect, it was enough to make one feel sorry for him. Compared to what Albert produced when he bred with Beatrix, it was a thoroughly miserable showing.
Still, at least he won't be calling it empty or meaningless.
Those shy, pleading eyes every time his lips met Lina's. The way his whole body shivered whenever she held him. It would take time for anything deeper to grow between them — but as far as opening the gate went, they had flung it wide.
It'll get better if they keep at it.
Albert quietly turned his back and slipped from the room without a sound. It seemed the two of them would be fine on their own for a while.
"Is it over?"
The moment he stepped out, someone spoke to him. Beatrix had been waiting right outside the door. Albert's eyes went round with surprise.
"When did you get here?"
"About twenty minutes ago."
That would have been right around Arnold's first climax. Albert counted the time in his head, then met Beatrix's gaze. Something discontented flickered in her expression.
"Shall we go to our room first?"
"Yeah."
Albert took the lead, and Beatrix followed without protest.
Click.
No sooner had he opened the bedroom door and stepped inside than Albert's arm coiled around Beatrix's slender waist.
"You've got something you want to say, don't you?"
The sudden move and the question might have startled anyone else. Beatrix, though, showed no surprise at all. She simply opened her mouth as if she had been waiting for exactly this.
"That woman. How was she?"
There was an edge to Beatrix's voice. "That woman" could only mean Lina.
"I don't know."
Albert tightened his arm around her waist and tilted his head. He wasn't trailing off because he felt guilty — his face genuinely said he had no idea. Beatrix seemed to read that much, and her expression smoothed out.
"That's a pretty vague answer."
"Yes. I think so too… I really don't know."
He released her waist and walked slowly toward the bed. With a soft thud, Albert sat on the edge first; Beatrix settled beside him. She studied his troubled face for a long moment before speaking again.
"You really don't know?"
"No. I can say for certain that I don't have any special feelings for her — but I also didn't feel anything at all."
Embarrassment, or excitement, or something. He had expected at least one of the two. Instead there had been nothing, as if he were looking at a stone. Even watching them have sex had left him cold.
"…I see."
Beatrix murmured it under her breath, as though something had clicked into place. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of her mouth — she looked pleased.
"Why was that?"
Albert closed his eyes and thought it through. Why no excitement, not even a flicker? How had he watched two people join their bodies and come away completely unmoved? Saying it was simply because he was in the role of teacher felt insufficient. There had to be at least one other reason.
"Albert."
Beatrix's voice pulled his eyes open. The woman who had been sitting beside him was now standing in front of him.
"Look here."
Beatrix swept aside the slit of her dress, baring her crotch without a shred of shame. A pelvis far broader than Lina's. Thighs thick with soft flesh. And black underthings. Beautiful enough to stop the breath — and obscenely erotic.
Blood rushed into the cock that had been so quiet until now, swelling hard enough to strain against his trousers.
"Ah."
As if something had just fallen into place, Albert let out a short sound and nodded.
"Do you understand now?"
Beatrix asked in a soft voice. She already knew the answer; she was only pretending not to.
"Yes," Albert said.
He had been living amid far greater stimulation. Lesser thrills simply bounced off him. Lina's naked body couldn't even match one of Beatrix's thighs. The reason was, in the end, almost absurdly simple.
So that means I'm that attractive to him.
Albert was exceptional, and Lina was beautiful in her own right. Beatrix had expected some reaction when he saw the other woman bare. Watching him remain utterly still, she smiled a deep, satisfied smile.
"Lick me."
Beatrix stepped her lower body closer. Albert's hands went to her ass.
Squeeze!
A male's hands clamped down hard on the flesh hidden beneath the dress, and Beatrix's expression shattered.
"Hnngh…."
While she twisted with a thin moan, Albert's mouth found her lower belly. A soft kiss, full of affection — and Beatrix's whole body shuddered. He caught the edge of her underwear in his teeth, pulled it aside, and set his mouth to the cunt laid bare before him.
Perhaps because of that kiss on her belly, sticky nectar was already running down. Not fishy, not sour — only sweet. A sovereign was special in all things, and her slick was no exception. Albert could suck at her folds in perfect comfort.
"Haah!"
He gave her small clit a light bite, and Beatrix's eyes flew wide as she cried out. Unable to bear the jolt of sensation that crashed over her in an instant, fresh nectar spilled out and wet the floor.
She's about to come…?
When her firm lower belly began to tremble, Albert slowly drew his lips away. He knew the signs of a woman about to piss. Nectar in his mouth was one thing; drinking her urine was another burden entirely.
Squelch.
His fingers drove into her cunt and raked the ripe inner flesh without mercy. Slick sprayed in every direction; wet, filthy sounds filled his ears.
"Hnngh… nngh… no… I'm going to come…."
"It's all right. Come as much as you want."
Even as Beatrix pleaded, he never stopped his hand. If anything he put more strength into it, tormenting her walls faster still.
"Haaahn…!"
At last Beatrix's cunt erupted in a magnificent spray of piss. It jetted out like a fountain and spattered down onto the floor in heavy drops. The climax that hit her as she pissed set her whole body shaking. Her legs trembled worst of all — she looked ready to collapse.
Albert rose slowly and stripped off his trousers. His cock, rigid with need, bobbed heavily in the air, aching to bury itself in the female's body.
"Are you all right?"
He asked as he took her into his arms. The fully hard shaft pressed into her lower belly and the soft flesh around it — and Beatrix came again, a light, helpless peak. The hardness and heat of him doubled against her skin, and her body answered on its own.
"Yeah… I'm fine."
Beatrix nodded, steadying her roughened breath. The back-to-back climaxes had left her breathing hard, but nothing more serious. If anything, she was frantic to take his cock.
"Hurry… put it in."
Softly, Beatrix wrapped both hands around the two heavy shafts resting against her belly. Carefully, as if handling a treasure that might break.
Yes. A treasure.
Something rare in this world — perhaps unique to it. Expectation glittered in Beatrix's eyes. Her lower belly — more precisely, her womb — tingled and grew hot.
Albert nodded quietly and put a little distance between them. His cock was simply too large; there was no other way.
"I'll put it all the way in at once."
Squelch. The moment the head touched her entrance, Beatrix urged him on with her eyes.
"Ram it into me with everything you've got."
"I will."
I can't hold back either.
In the next instant Albert's cock drove deep, fast and without pause, all the way to the mouth of her womb. Beatrix's lower belly bulged outward as the head pressed hard against her cervix and shoved her womb upward.
Thud!
The thick glans ground in a slow circle against her cervix as if to scoop it out — and Beatrix's cunt sprayed piss again.
"Ghk… o-ooh…."
Perhaps it was the climax, like lightning splitting her skull. Beatrix's eyes rolled back and her whole body shook. If Albert hadn't been holding her by the waist she would have crumpled straight to the floor. Even the way her upper body arched backward made it clear she could barely keep herself upright.
Looks delicious.
Albert's gaze dropped to the breasts that were all but spilling free. The dress was as revealing as ever; the view alone was a pleasure. He caught one of the straps in his teeth and tugged it aside. A soft pink nipple stood stiff and ready. Albert opened wide and sank his mouth over Beatrix's breast, taking a full mouthful. The plump flesh compressed and molded perfectly to his face — and still overflowed past his lips.
"Haahn!"
He began to roll his hips, slow and deliberate, and electricity cracked through Beatrix's mind again. Her rolled eyes found their place; the white blank of her thoughts regained their color.
"Haahn… it tickles…."
Albert's rough breath fanned across her breast, and Beatrix let out a sweet, melting cry. He scraped along the walls that clenched so tight around his cock and lightly chewed the rigid nipple. With every bite, Beatrix's cheeks flushed a deeper red.
"Nngh… chew it more…."
At first even the touch of his teeth had made her flinch with pain. Now she could feel pleasure even when he bit down lightly. The glans hammering against her cervix. The mouth that sucked and chewed her nipple at once. The arm locked around her waist. The thought that she was being devoured flickered through Beatrix's mind.
"Haa…!"
Albert pulled his mouth from her breast and drew a deep breath. Burying his nose in that soft flesh while working his hips had left him short of air. Part of him wanted to keep his face buried until he came — but if he did, he felt sure he would smother. That was why he had pulled away, chewing on the regret.
Reddish marks like bruises, and the clear imprint of his teeth, stood out vividly on Beatrix's breast.
"Why… aren't you eating more?"
Beatrix lifted both breasts in her hands as if to display them. The way she offered them up so obediently looked for all the world like a subject presenting treasure to her superior.
"I want to. But let me come once first."
Albert rolled his hips slowly, eyes gleaming. The other breast was still waiting; of course he was greedy. But right now, the need to empty his balls in a long, satisfying finish burned hotter.
Beatrix seemed to understand. She clenched down hard around her lower belly.
"Yeah… then I'll squeeze you tight. Come for me quickly."
Warm inner flesh milking even his urethra sent sparks leaping through Albert's eyes.
"Hoo…! Someday you'll make milk too, right?"
He asked as he prodded her cervix again and again. Just how much milk would those heavy udders produce? The thought alone put fresh steel into his cock.
"Aahn…! A lot. So much."
Beatrix set her hands on both of Albert's shoulders as she answered. When the day came that she carried his child, she fully intended to offer the milk from these breasts to Albert first. Filling maternal instinct and lust at the same time would make her so happy.
"Mm… yes. I'll look forward to it."
Albert nodded with a low groan. The sensation of his balls boiling grew stronger by the second. Today, too, they were hard at work churning out hot, fresh seed. As his sac seethed and his cock twitched, Beatrix sensed that the finish was near.
"Haahn… whenever you're ready… come however you like."
I've already climaxed, and I'll climax again — so don't worry about me.
Hearing the female's devoted consideration, Albert drove his hips faster. Beatrix's whole body jolted; under the rough vibration her womb burned and ached. Her cries spun dizzyingly in his ears. The cock sunk in that warm flesh finally reached its limit.
"Ugh…!"
Albert gave a short groan and crushed the head of his cock hard against her cervix — like sealing a deep, lingering kiss.
A thick surge of seed burst from his urethra and began to flood her womb. Compared to Arnold's pitiful finish, it was so powerful there was no comparison. Volume, stickiness, scent, vitality — superior in every way.
"Heeugh…."
Perhaps it was the climax that felt like it was piercing straight through her spine. Beatrix's body went limp and arched backward once more. Warm, heavy seed sloshed inside her womb.