Seaside Holiday

I don't own Soul Calibur

The kettle whistled as I took it off the stove, placing it on the tea tray as I prepared for the quintessential English pastime. Teatime.

I carried the tea tray into my Mistress's room. She sat in her little nook by the window staring out into the rain… because of course, it was raining. Water droplets pitter-pattered against the window panes as she quietly read one tome of knowledge or another. I never knew which was which I never bothered to ask, many of them were in languages I didn't recognize or understand so there was very little point in me trying…

I poured her a steaming cup, added a lump of sugar, and rested it in front of her on the table as she suddenly snapped the book shut. Frowning thoughtfully. "Karlson."

"Mistress?"

"I am bored Karlson." She declared, relaxing in her comfortable chair as I stood beside her.

"Okay?… There's very little I can do about that Mistress. Would you like to help me in assisting you in relieving your boredom?"

She stared out the window, taking her teacup in hand. "…I need a change of scenery." She declared,

"Where would you like to go?" I asked curiously, only really half-listening as my Mistress often went out on 'romps' returning sometimes with minor injuries.

"…The seashore." She declared, sipping her tea and putting it down. "Let's go to the seaside cabin."

"…We have a seaside cabin?" I replied, then corrected myself. "You have a seaside cabin?" I am the butler. She is the Mistress it's her things.

My Mistress got to her feet, "Indeed I do. Pack your things Sigurd we're going on vacation."

"…I watched her walk away from her tea, before I took her cup and sipped it myself, cringing. "…Needs more sugar." I put it back down, "Mistress!" I declared, going after her, "Why am I going?"

"You can't expect me to go to the seaside alone Karlson. Who will make my meals?" she added as I sighed. "Tend to my needs?"

"…Yes Mistress." She was my Mistress and she was always right.

We were packed within the hour and were ready to leave at first light. Mortimer brought the wagon around as I loaded up the Mistress's bags. She left the mansion wearing pants and her jacket… Since we were traveling for pleasure rather than necessity, I was surprised she was not wearing 'The outfit', however, I was both disappointed and relieved that she was not wearing it…

'The Outfit' gives me mixed signals, as it were.

"I believe we will be gone for over a week Mortimer, two at most." She declared as I opened the door for her. "Do try not to burn the mansion down."

Mortimer's beard twitched as he tried not to smile. "Of course, Mistress." He bowed his head politely, "I will do my best." She smiled coyly at him.

"If I have any 'guests' do send them in the opposite direction."

"Of course." He added. 'Guests' means anyone who brought a weapon and expected my Mistress to duel them. She took my hand and I helped her into the carriage before assuming my place in the driver's seat, leading the horses towards the gravel road eastward, according to my Mistress's earlier directions.

I can't remember the last time I went to the shore for leisure… I think it was when my father was alive. He was a fisherman so we spent a good deal of my earlier life on the shore but I never went swimming in Norway, far too cold for that.

The day was long and the trek was slow. The mistress slept in the carriage as I pushed on late into the night following the map she marked for me by lantern light. The dawn was near as I finally heard the crashing of waves. I blinked blearily as off in the distance I saw the water crash upon the sand… there was a small town with a few dozen buildings, and not too far from the shoreline at the foot of a cliff overlooking the waters was a collection of buildings: a stable and barn and a brick and mortar one-story building surrounded by a secured brick wall. That was where we were headed.

The 'Cabin' was about half as big as the mansion. A sturdy barn worn by wind and sun stood proudly in the way of the sea breeze as the road gave way to a pounded dirt path. The rolling of the wheels mingled with the crashing of waves not too far away, a 10 or 15-minute walk at least…

I stopped the carriage right outside the cabin as the horses whinnied their approval at their arrival. I quickly unholstered them as they trotted off to quietly graze nearby. They were very well trained; it would take a lot for them to run off and they were fierce with anyone they didn't know. I almost had my face crushed in when Mortimer introduced me…

I'll store the carriage in the barn later, for now, I'll let the horses relax after a long journey, opening the barn at least for when they decided they wanted to go into the stables. I could always put them there later but if they went on their own all the better. I adjusted my riding cloak and opened the door to find my Mistress dozing.

"Mistress?" I placed a hand on her shapely thigh and hesitantly shook her-

WHAP!

"MMGh…" she swatted me with her foot. Right in the face. "Ahgh…" I held my jaw, rubbing it irately. I was a soldier, I can take a hit but…"OW…" I hissed.

"Karlson!" she replied in surprise before she cringed apologetically. "…Sorry."

"No! No Mistress I'm fine!" I sniffed, waving one hand at her and wiping under my nose with the other, and checking my hand for blood. Of which there was none. That's good. "I should've known better than to grab your thigh." She eyed me concernedly for a moment, before replying.

"I'm not surprised Karlson." She got out of the carriage. "…You're so used to grabbing them…" she replied seductively as she walked towards the cabin. "Retrieve the bags Karlson."

"Yes Mistress." I replied with a curt bow… and a somewhat dizzy head. She really rang my bell. "Ow." I grumbled, grabbing the bags.

The Mistress strolled into the cabin and sniffed happily in the foray. "Welcome to the seaside cabin Karlson." she gestured to a door on the right, "Kitchen's over there with plumbing…. The main room is there." She gestured off to the left, "Main bedroom and guest rooms are in the back… The Storage and pantry are off from the kitchen." She strutted towards the back rooms. "We'll need to visit the market in the town but they're more hospitable to me than the one back home so you shouldn't be fleeced…"

"I do not get 'fleeced' mistress." I declared indignantly following her to the main bedroom. A large double bed, French doors that led outside to a patio, a dresser, and a mirror… fancy. I quickly approached the closet and deposited her bags.

"The accounts according to Mortimer differ." She replied casually as I cleared my throat.

"Mistress that is entirely unfair, we not only get charged extra but we're lucky if they deliver up the hill!"

"Excuses excuses Sigurd." She replied casually, resting on the bed she sighed contentedly and fell back on the bed, slowly stripping out of her clothes until she was in her underthings. "MMn…" she stared up at the ceiling as I packed her clothes into the closet dresser. "Have I ever told you I love the sea?" she asked as I blinked… poking my head out of the closet, spying her in her underwear.

"I don't believe so Mistress." I replied, going back to unpacking.

"That's enough of that Sigard I can do that later. I'm speaking to you NOW." She replied as I walked out, and stood at attention like a proper butler. "…Anyway." She continued, rolling over and crawling onto the bed. Stretching provocatively as she lay on the sheets. "I suppose you could say it's… in my blood. That's where my parent's found me so I suppose there will always be a connection." She stretched as the sun began to rise. "I am still tired Sigard. Do me a favor and open the doors, let the sea air in."

"Of course Mistress."

"And… get some sleep you've been driving all night…" she added softly as I nodded, opening the doors and securing them with doorstops, letting the sea air in as requested.

"Yes Mistress." I eyed her beautiful sleeping body, she was out like a light, cuddled up under the bed as I straightened my clothes, closed the curtains to block out the sun. Then went about the place, familiarizing myself before I went to retrieve the horses once they were corralled, I picked the closest guest room to the main one and allowed myself some shut-eye…

I can't serve my Mistress half asleep after all.

"Wake up Karlson." I jumped up, like all sleep I felt like I had just dozed off. Yawning softly. "I am awake Mistress." I declared blearily as she threw my curtains open. My eyes wanted to stay shut, my mouth opening wide to yawn.

"Can you fish Karlson?"

"I'm from Norway and my father was a fisherman." I replied, my eyes sleepily blinking in the light. "I think I can… manage."

…That was significantly less cloth than 'the outfit'. It looked like something between the outfit and underclothes. It was tight around her breasts and her waist. Not to mention a shocking purple… "What… is that?" I replied. As she glanced down at her scandalously scantly clad body.

"What this? It's apparently all the rage in Paris. They call it a 'bikini'."

"It's very… Open…" I declared, staring as she rolled her eyes.

"You've seen me naked Sigurd put your eyes back in your head." She walked towards my door, "Grab the fishing rod in the storage let's go down to the shore."

"Yes Mistress…" I mumbled, staring at her glorious backside wrapped up in that 'bikini'… there was something about it… bloody frogs and their fancy clothes… "Bloody Sorcery…" I grumbled, following instructions.

Tackle, line, old but still acceptable bait. I followed the Mistress to the sea as she stood in the warm sun. Her majestic body casting a small shadow… it was midday after all. "Well. Get to it Karlson." I shook my head smiling wistfully.

"It's not like you can command the fish to bite the hook Mistress." I replied, but quickly baited the hook.

"I can certainly try…" she replied as the sun was shaded by clouds.

"Let's see if Father's lessons stuck." I replied, swirling the rod overhead before casting it out to sea.

10…20…30 minutes later…

The mistress lay in the shade of a nearby tree looming over where the sand met the grass. I stood patiently on the shoreline. Patiently waiting and regretting not bringing a hat…

"Karlson. Have you caught anything yet?" she asked lazily as I smiled.

"Mistress if you were hoping I'd catch you dinner, you might want to consider just going to the market." I replied as she got to her feet and strolled down the sands towards me.

"…I'm certain I'd get several offers dressed like this…" she cooed. "What do you think Sigurd?"

"Most certainly. None of them good." I replied confidently, as she scoffed, hands on her chest and pushing them together as I stared.

"Oh… I don't know… catch a fish and we'll see."

"Well order them to bite Mistress I'm sure even the fish of the sea would obey you as I would." She smirked and smacked my shoulder as I grinned.

"For a butler, you've become rather snarky…"

"Ah. That's another thing. I'm a butler. Not a fisherman-!" the rod suddenly jerked in my hand as she gasped.

"You caught something!"

"No, I HOOKED! SOMETHING!" I hissed, yanking on the rod as she grabbed it with me, both of us reeling it in.

"Harder Sigurd! PULL!" she pushed her breasts into my back and that was NOT HELPING! Our feet scrapping the sand as we yanked, tugged, pulled and-!" we hit the sand as a large bass flopped on the sand, struggling to reach back into the water as I quickly grabbed it by the tall as the Mistress laughed. "Well done Sigurd!" she declared, "Fish tonight?"

I chuckled, "…Bland fish…" I mumbled, "I don't think we have anything in our larders to improve the taste."

She smiled, "…Well… take care of that Sigurd." She replied before glancing down. "…And that." she added playfully, pointing to my growing bulge in my pants as I frowned, carrying the bass towards the house as it flopped.

"Mistress that is your fault!" I declared indignantly as she smiled.

"Take care of it Sigurd." She replied, before gazing at the water… then as if compelled by an unseen force. She dove in.

…It took me a couple of hours to get everything in order. First, I had to properly clean the kitchen or at least what I was going to use. Head into the nearby town to purchase what I could, which was a surprisingly great deal, before returning and preparing the Mistress's… and thinking about it, hopefully, MY dinner because I haven't prepared anything else and it was a big fish. It was becoming later in the day and there was no sign of the Mistress. I assumed she was down at the seashore and I was about to go retrieve her but she soon returned.

Her body was wet and the 'bikini' clung to her alabaster skin as she strutted around her cabin. "Karlson?"

"Mistress." I declared, staring at her glistening body

"How is dinner coming along?" she asked as I glanced at the fish in the oven.

"Nicely. It will be ready within an hour."

"Excellent. And have you taken care of that little problem?" she asked, fingering at my pants as I smirked.

"That took care of itself some time ago.- Bloody HELL." I hissed as my bulge returned. "…That is YOUR fault Mistress!" I declared again as she chuckled. Slipping her fingers under the straps of her 'bikini' top and lifted them, making her large bountiful breasts bounce.

"…Really? I feel that my new attire riles you up…" her hips swaying, "Perhaps Sigurd you are simply more lecherous than you'd care to admit."

I stared at her for a minute then smiled. "…Once again Mistress that is YOUR fault…"

"Oh?..." she approached me is that so? Sigurd…" she purred, cupping my face in her hands… she smelled like the sea. It was rather intoxicating… or perhaps that was simply my Mistress in general. "Perhaps I should help you take care of it?"

I stared into her eyes, like a serpent charming its prey… before I lunged at her mouth and she hungrily accepted me. We stumbled and fumbled through the cabin, reaching the main bedroom as she yanked open my uniform and I clung my hands to her supple backside through her bikini bottoms. She gasped into my mouth before sucking out my soul as I carried her to the bed and dropped her upon it.

"Aaha!" she gasped erotically as I fell onto her, clinging to her head and drooling into her mouth as she gulped it down. "MMgnh-mmgn!" her tongue furiously squirming against mine as her fist tightened in my hair pulling me down. Her muffled order was apparent.

MORE.

"Mmng-nmngh! MMn!!" I pulled away as she gazed up at me enticingly, her legs spreading as I yanked off my shirt and my pants seemed to fall away freeing up my erection to shoot up between her legs as she bit her bottom lip, pulling her bottoms aside and taking me in her hand as she guided me into her body once more. "Aah!! Aaah! Haa-aaah! Ahh!!"

She writhed beneath me as I licked at her salty skin, cupping at her large breasts as she squirmed, feeling me plunge into her body as her legs stretched out over the bed, clawing at the edge as she clenched her teeth in ecstasy. "Haaa! Aah! Sigurd! Deeper! Ahaa-Harder!"

I clung to her breast, kissed her deeply, then pounded against her as she squealed into my mouth.

"MMGH! MMNGH! MMNGH!!

WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.

I buried my quivering length into her, her legs shaking as she cried out in pleasure before I locked her hands in mine, her legs rested over my thighs as I loomed over her, bouncing off her body as I slammed my hips down into her. "Haa-aaah-aaagh!!"

"AAaagh!!" I pushed into her, furiously shoving my tongue back into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around me. My cock sheathed inside her where it belonged and filled her with my hot thick seed.

…I wanted more!

"aagh!!" she was yanked off the bed, her legs wrapped around me as she clawed her fingers into my hair as I carried her to the wall. "Aah! Ugh! UGH!!"

I pounded her against it, so hard I was afraid it would crack. My hands cupped her supple ass cheeks, holding her in the air as she writhed and squirmed before me, her slippery warm insides clinging to me as I thrust her up high on the wall, letting gravity pull her back down only for me to thrust into her again.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aagh!" her mouth open, gasping in pleasure as she grinned delightedly, as I rapidly slapped against her. "Ah!-Ah! Aah!! AAGH!! NNNNNGH!!!" she thrashed against the wall her long sultry legs squeezing my waist so hard it hurt. My length buried deep inside her as I once again filled her body with my love….

"Haa-Haaaa" I sighed, falling against her as I kept her to the wall… as if I nailed her there with my rock-hard erection… you are WELCOME mistress…

Her body shuddered and trembled as I buried my face into her breasts, pulling the bikini apart and licking her nipples as she moaned. "…Am I to nurse you like a babe Sigurd?" she cooed softly as I continued to feast upon her glorious bosoms.

"…I would quite happily Ivy…" I replied, returning my tongue to her salty nipples. She pulled my head away from her breasts, caressing my cheeks before pulling me to her lips and moaning into my mouth… My mistress was intoxicating… sea salt and fresh air and…

"Burning fish!" I shrieked pulling out of her as she flopped to the ground, my length flicking across her cheek as she gasped. "Dinner!"

"What? Oh!" she followed me out, bouncing and jiggling as I quickly retrieved the fish from the oven… only slightly burnt. I sighed, "…Dinner Mistress…" I replied as she stared at it.

"…Well don't just stand there Karlson…" she declared, making herself as 'decent' as possible in her 'bikini', which constituted pulling it back over her unmentionables. "…Lock up the house and get some plates…"

"…Lockup?"

"…I intend to continue my vacation Karlson." She ordered, "…And I don't intend to sleep in a cold bed… alone." She fingered my chin as I stared into her eyes. "…Once I'm done eating dinner… I'm going to devour YOU…" she grinned, her eyes twinkling as I chuckled.

"Yes Mistress." I retrieved clean plates and utensils, placing them on the table before going to lock up the house.

The last thing I attended to was the Mistress's patio door. Glancing out over the sea as the waves crashed against the shore… it was really quite nice… and if the Mistress was going to be wearing her 'bikini' often… well, the sight was going to be much more beautiful… and suggestive. I glanced down further along the beach towards the town… spying a man leaping off a beached rowboat and strutting towards the town… I shook my head and thought nothing over. Making sure the door was locked, and the curtains were closed before I returned to tend to my Mistress.

She eyed me and smiled, "…Are you going to be walking around naked the whole time Karlson?"

I glanced down and cleared my throat. "I'm afraid I don't have a Bikini to wear, Mistress…"

"…Oh well…" she replied, flicking my hanging length with a dainty finger, before licking it. "…It's quite good."

"The fish?"

"…Yes." She replied smiling mischievously.

…She is my Mistress. She is not wrong…

"I'll go put on something at least." I replied as she chuckled.

"…Not too much Sigurd." She shouted as I went to my room. "You'll be taking it off when I'm done…"

"Of course Mistress, I-"… I blinked in my room, spying Ms. TAKI dozing beautifully in a skimpy outfit similar to my mistress. A 'fundoshi' I think it's called "...." I shut the door. Sniffed, and grabbed my pants from my room.

…That's just something I'll have to deal with tomorrow… ideally with pants on.

End of chapter