Mermaid Trap - Chapter 26 - R19

If she couldn’t run away, she at least wanted to cover her face. But with both her wrists tied, she was helpless. If she could, she would have buried her face in the pillow.

“Still shy?”

“…No.”

If she wasn’t, why was she squeezing her eyes shut?

Seeing her repeatedly dropping her head to the side, Kian thought, a bit mischievously, that he was glad he had tied her up.

He pulled off her panties, and his gaze naturally went to her ankles.

Slender ankles and pathetically small, white feet.

Suddenly, he remembered the comical sight of them swallowed up by his slippers.

And her hands, too. The shower gown was so long that only her fingertips peeked out.

The protective instinct and the sadistic impulse he felt when he saw something fragile.

He was teetering precariously on the edge between them.

He was about to grab her ankle and squeeze it tightly, but then he remembered that it hadn’t been long since it had healed.

Perhaps the treatment had worked well. The wound had healed, and smooth new skin had grown.

Without realizing it, Kian pressed his lips to the healed area.

It was just her ankle. But as soon as his lips touched it, she moaned and groaned.

“Um, um…”

“What.”

“…Thank you for healing me. Th-Thank you, Duke.”

It was a thank you that was out of place with the atmosphere.

A woman who freely crossed the boundaries he had set, yet was overly polite.

The annoyingly clear face and the trembling, tense voice. It all scratched at Kian’s nerves.

“I heard you call me by my name behind my back.”

“…”

How did he know?

Vivianne’s face flushed.

She felt uncomfortable calling him by his name in front of him. She felt close to him in her heart, and he was all she thought about all day, but they weren’t actually close. She tried to avoid situations where she had to call his name, and when she had to, she tried to call him Duke.

It seemed that Matilda or Theodore had told him.

Or maybe he had heard her call his name that night when the heavy rain fell?

“Call me Kian.”

“But…”

She couldn’t continue.

Because Kian’s lips, which had been slowly climbing up, had reached her thighs.

“That’s what we are to each other. Us.”

“Hngh, yes.”

“…Don’t you remember your role in this house?”

“…Kian.”

“Good.”

He answered with a satisfied smile and spread her legs wide, holding her knees.

Her rosy v*lva was filled with moist heat.

Perhaps because her hair color was light, her pubic hair was also light.

She trembled in fear at just a kiss.

Was her body aroused on its own? Her thighs were glistening with sticky love nectar.

She likes it this much and gets wet on her own.

Even today, she struggled with the kiss, gasping for breath as if she would die, or instinctively tried to escape, only to be cornered.

Without permission. Crossing the boundaries he had set.

Acting as if there were no boundaries, wearing a stranger’s clothes.

Daring to stand on the boundary between desire and fear, confusing him, was unpleasant.

This woman desires me.

The evidence of that transparent desire was right in front of him.

He wanted to taste it himself and imprint it in him.

Kian licked her v*lva long and slow. A sweet scent wafted up, making him dizzy. He buried his lips and gently teased the wrinkled l*bia with the tip of his tongue. He searched every nook and cranny, and then found the hard, heat-filled nub.

“…Mmm.”

When he licked the plump cl*toris with force, the foreskin lifted and twitched. Kian put the tiny ball in his mouth and rolled it around like candy, sucking out the sweet nectar.

“Hngh, hmm…”

Vivianne let out a sob she had been holding back, overwhelmed by the boiling physiological pleasure.

Every time she was stimulated, she felt a burning heat in her stomach, and she couldn’t think straight.

To lick her thighs so carefully.

She had only heard that mating was about pushing the nub in and shaking it to ej*culate the seed.

She had never imagined anything like this.

Especially the small lump of flesh that Kian persistently ravaged with the tip of his tongue.

Was this there?

It was so hot and ticklish. Why hadn’t she known about it until now?

It was too small to be noticed, hidden between the lumps of flesh.

Kian had found it.

Whenever his soft lips touched it and sucked on it, her inner thighs trembled as if she had been devoured by a ticklish sensation.

When Kian lightly scratched the cl*toris with his front teeth and pulled it between his lips, hot love nectar gushed out. She felt like she had made a mistake and was fidgeting. He didn’t care and drank it down as if he were sucking honey, pressing his lips together and gulping.

To be in front of Kian, dripping sticky fluid and revealing her red flesh.

It was embarrassing, as if she was revealing her impure desire to be held by him.

Whether he knew it or not. Kian traced the outline of the round flesh with the tip of his tongue, kindly imprinting its existence, and then began to press down on it with his tongue, licking and mashing it.

“Ahhh…!”

A moan that was embarrassing to hear, and a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen. Her feet stretched out and her hips lifted on their own. As the floating sensation of climax passed, she felt like she would sink to the bottom of the bed, drained of all strength.

In this situation, any further stimulation was torture. She couldn’t bear it and kept pushing her hips back, but he persistently pressed his lips to her.

“Hngh, mm, th-this, stop…”

“You don’t like it?”

“…Yes. Please, hngh, let go.”

Even though she begged him to close her legs, Kian smiled as if to show her, and fixed her knees to either side.

“I don’t want to.”

Even though he was sucking on her for his own pleasure. Even though she was crying and trembling with pleasure.

To say she didn’t like it now. It was absurd.

The more she did, the more he wanted to tease her, poke her, and see her reaction.

He spread her l*bia majora with both hands, and even pulled back the outer skin to reveal a cl*toris as red as a ripe pomegranate seed. The flesh, soaked in body fluids, was swollen as if it would burst. Even without being touched. It throbbed like a pounding pulse.

He licked it with the tip of his tongue, and the pleasure-filled bead trembled.

“Hngh, hngh…”

When he didn’t grant her request, her reddened eyes began to get wet. Her toes wriggled, but she was afraid of the ribbon on her wrists coming undone, so she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists until her hands turned white.

Kian looked down at her and savored her fragile shock.

…Should he let her go?

She was wet enough.

No, she was more than enough, she was overflowing.

Love nectar had flowed down the crack of her buttocks, soaking the sheets, and the room was filled with a sweet scent.

As if doing her a favor, Kian released the flesh he had been holding open, and the cl*toris, which had been engorged to its limit, retreated back inside the l*bia.

Below, a small hole was pulsing and spewing sticky fluid.

Even when he spread her buttocks apart as if to split them in half, the entrance was so narrow that he couldn’t see inside.

It seemed like it would be difficult for her to take him in right away, so it would be better to widen it a bit.

He hated to see any flaws, even in places that couldn’t be seen. The moment he decided to take her, she was already his possession.

Why? He wanted anything that could be called his to be perfect. Maybe it was because he was a mass of cracks.

Kian rubbed the wrinkled v*lva long and slow, wet his long fingers thoroughly, and slid them into the opening of her v*gina.

“Hngh.”

Feeling the sticky vaginal walls, he slowly moved his finger in and out, making a squelching sound.

Even with just one finger. The inner membrane was protesting and pushing out the intruder.

Seeing her with her wrists tied, unable to do anything but tremble her eyelashes, a more sadistic desire surged within him.

Another finger was added. The squelching sound of water gradually sped up.

His index and middle fingers spread out in all directions, diligently widening the path.

He cupped her v*lva in his hand and rolled the cl*toris in a circle with his thumb.

“Haaah…!”

Vivianne’s dormant pleasure surged rapidly, and she began to twist her hips, curling her toes. Every time his fingertips touched a certain spot, her vaginal walls closed like a startled clam.

That’s right. Here.

Kian took aim and began to thrust at that spot.

“Hngh, ngh!”

Vivianne cried out, lifting her chin. The inner walls contracted minutely, and clear vaginal fluid dripped down to his wrist.

“You taste good.”

Looking up at Vivianne, who looked like she was about to cry, Kian licked the love nectar from his hand, savoring it.

“Do you want to see?”

He pulled her chin and kissed her deeply, pushing his saliva into her mouth. When she swallowed it without realizing it, Kian raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

He had no patience left.

He spread her legs wider and rubbed his c*ck against her wet v*lva. His shaft was soon soaked with the love nectar she had spewed.

The hard tip pressed against her perineum and slid into the entrance of her v*gina.