Mermaid Trap - Chapter 27 - R19

“Ugh!”

It wasn’t easy, not from the start. A pain that felt like her body was being split in half made Vivianne draw her knees up to her chest. If he forced it in, she felt like she would rip apart.

“Relax, relax.”

Kian coaxed her, his tip barely grazing her entrance. He gently stroked her buttocks, which he had been gripping so tightly they were marked with his handprints. He tried again, pushing in slowly, but her tense entrance wouldn’t allow him entry.

“I said relax.”

“Hngh, hngh…”

She even started to sob.

Half of it was from the sheer physical sensation, and the other half was from utter despair.

Her entrance was stretched to its limit, her perineum, bearing the brunt of his arousal, felt like it would burst.

“…Damn it.”

Kian cursed under his breath.

She was so wet, so ready, had she really been made this tight?

His er*ction throbbed painfully, a dull ache spreading through him.

“What should I do? I can’t… I can’t do this gently.”

A searing breath escaped Kian’s lips.

It was the first time.

The first time he had ever felt so impatient.

The male who had only wanted to touch her, if only once.

The absurd realization that she was the one affecting him like this, oddly, excited her.

Kian wants to be inside me… Kian wants me.

The pain, the fear, it didn’t matter in that moment.

She wanted to be filled with his seed, to carry his child.

Vivianne’s eyes, a deep, ocean blue, wavered.

“…Please, come inside.”

Her heart pounded even as she spoke.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“I like the sound of it. Say it again.”

She had gathered all her courage to say it once. Asking her to repeat it was just cruel.

Vivianne squeezed her eyes shut and repeated herself.

“Come inside…”

Before she could finish, she felt a soft press of lips against hers, a fleeting kiss.

She felt the ribbon tying her wrists together come undone.

“Say my name. Again.”

“Please, come inside me, Kian. Ah…!”

No sooner were the words out than his massive er*ction thrust forward, scraping against her sensitive walls.

“Haaah…!”

A cry escaped her lips, a strangled gasp as her breath hitched.

Vivianne thrashed weakly, like a fish caught on a hook.

An unbearable heat spread through her, every inch of her stretched to the limit.

As if it wasn’t already overwhelming, his er*ction pulsed again, growing even larger within her.

Tears welled up, blurring her vision.

“Haa…”

Kian paused, taking a deep breath.

The moment he entered her, it felt like he was being squeezed, the urge to climax overwhelming.

Even now, it was the same.

Looking down at the woman beneath him, gasping for breath, his already hard c*ck pulsed again, sending a fresh wave of blood rushing into it. He felt like he was going to lose his mind from the pressure, the feeling that he was about to burst.

Is this what it felt like to be caught in a trap?

One wrong move and it would pierce his flesh, crush him completely.

Was the trap this woman?

Or was it him?

Was he the one caught?

Or was it her?

In his hazy mind, he couldn’t tell the difference. Kian pulled her trembling body close, taking a moment to catch his breath.

…Haa, haa.

Their bodies pressed together, their ragged breaths mingling in the air between them.

As the urge to climax subsided slightly, he licked away the tears staining her cheeks and began to move his hips slowly.

“Haa… uh…”

Vivianne, having barely caught her breath, let out another gasp.

His tip rubbed against her tight folds, leaking pre-come.

Her passage was tight, almost too tight, but slick with arousal.

Her inner walls spasmed, instinctively trying to push him out even as they pulled him deeper.

Kian took in the sight of her flushed cheeks and the gentle sway of her full br*asts.

She had kept them covered, embarrassed, so he had teased her, starting with her thighs.

Her br*asts were surprisingly full for her slender frame.

He had covered her with his jacket when he found her on the beach, and with a towel when she fell asleep in the bath.

He had tried so hard not to look, and now he was glad he did.

Any male would lose their mind at the sight of those mounds of pale flesh.

Today, he had pushed aside her attempts to cover herself with her slender arms. And he was glad he did.

The two mounds jiggled enticingly, like perfectly ripe pudding.

Once he started looking, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He cupped her br*asts in his hands, kneading the soft flesh.

“Nnnh…”

He flicked her pink n*pples with his fingertips, enjoying the way she squirmed, her shoulders twitching.

He wanted to see those cute, tempting n*pples up close.

“Your neck will hurt.”

“Haa… hngh…”

“Hurry up.”

Following his command, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her upper body.

She was now sitting on his thigh, still impaled on his er*ction.

“Ah…!”

Was it because of his weight pressing down? His manhood, which had pierced her core, finally pushed its way in, reaching its root. 

She had thought there was no space left for him to push in, her insides already filled with him.

As their bodies pressed closer and he lifted her hips, he delved deeper, reaching the deepest part of her pelvis.

Kian gripped her slender waist roughly and thrust his hips up, again and again. 

Her two mounds swayed wildly before his eyes. He reached out, cupping and lifting a br*ast, making the pink n*pple stand er*ect and inviting. He felt saliva pooling in his mouth and sucked it in, savoring the taste.

As if finding immense pleasure in it, he focused solely on sucking her br*asts, his large manhood still buried deep inside her.

The sounds of his greedy suckling echoed through the room.

“Ah… uh… ung…”

Involuntary, embarrassing moans escaped her.

Vivianne wrapped her arms around Kian’s head and looked down at him, completely engrossed in her br*asts.

His hardness was buried deep inside her. They were tangled together, sticky and connected as one.

She was mating with Kian. That much she knew.

But she couldn’t understand why he was suddenly sucking on her br*asts.

Was he hungry?

Was that why he had been touching and caressing her all this time? Because he was hungry?

But he wasn’t a baby. Why was he suckling?

Besides, she hadn’t borne any children, so there was no way she could be producing milk.

The whole situation was strange, but the strangest thing was how unbelievably excited she felt as Kian suckled her.

Even though no milk came out, she wanted to let him suckle as much as he wanted.

No, to be honest, she wanted to beg him to suckle even harder.

Every time his lips enveloped her, pulling her n*pple deep inside his mouth, she felt an unbearable tingling sensation.

She wished she could have Kian’s children and produce real milk for him.

Then she could give it to him whenever he wanted.

Suddenly, Kian bit down on her n*pple.

“Hng!”

What was this?

Was he throwing a tantrum because there was no milk?

Kian ran the tip of his tongue around her n*pple, licking and teasing it, then sucked on it hard, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. He didn’t favor one side, alternating between them, tormenting them both.

As if confirming the reddened, swollen peaks, he suddenly thrust his hips upwards.

The unexpected penetration made her nose tingle and her head fall back. She could feel his strong, toned thigh muscles beneath her slapping buttocks.

“Ah, ahng, ang!”

He began to thrust in earnest, resuming their lovemaking. They were already joined too deeply. It felt dangerous, as if something might burst if she were to sit down abruptly.

This was, without a doubt, a crisis.

Vivianne, purely for the sake of survival, pointed her toes and lifted her hips.

It felt as if she was being pushed towards a bottomless abyss. Like someone trying not to fall, she clung desperately to his neck. But this only resulted in her tightening around him even more.

“I told you not to run away,” he breathed heavily.

“I’m… not… running… hng… away,” she gasped.

“You broke your promise.”

With a husky groan, Kian collapsed back, pulling her down with him. He hooked his leg around hers, preventing her from escaping.

“You must… be punished.”

And with that, he covered her completely with his large frame.