Mermaid Trap - Chapter 28 - R19

“Ahh!” 

Her stomach lifted as she swallowed his massive manhood to its root, her entire body burning as though she had been set aflame. 

At the same time, her slender legs, wrapped around his waist, tightened with renewed strength.

His hardened tip repeatedly nudged her tightly packed folds, pushing deep inside until it reached the very end. Every thrust and pull felt as if it would drag her insides out, leaving nothing untouched.

Her soft br*asts were crushed against his firm chest, their damp peaks pressed together. Their hearts, touching, pounded in a frantic rhythm.

As the repeated motions carved a path, his thrusts gained momentum. 

“Hhn, uh, uh!”

Vivianne moaned in response to his rhythm.

His damp scrotum slapped against her wet perineum and anus with each thrust. 

From their tightly sealed union, the sounds of squelching fluids echoed.

He pounded his shaft deep inside her, his lips finding their way to her pale neck.

He nibbled and bit at her neck and earlobe like he was trying to sever her lifeline. 

As she thrashed her legs, pleading for mercy, he simply hooked them over his shoulder, pinning her down.

With a feeling of being folded in half, his manhood reached its limit inside her. There was truly no space left. Please, just this once, she wished he would show mercy. She hoped this monstrous club wouldn’t push any further.

“P-please… K-Kian, stop…”

“It’s no use. You’re too small for it to go any deeper.”

As if confirming its destination, the tip pressed and kneaded against her sensitive walls, their bodies tightly locked. Her breath hitched, and a searing heat engulfed her entire pelvis.

Every time he slammed his hips against hers, sparks seemed to flash before her eyes.

Pinned beneath him, she felt the escalating pleasure surge and spill as he relentlessly targeted the same spot. The excitement shot up her spine, shaking her to the core.

“Haah!”

And then, she cl*maxed.

With a gasp escaping her lips, her toes, lifted in the air, curled as if they might snap.

The electrifying pleasure that struck her was reminiscent of the lightning she had witnessed on a stormy night.

Tears blurred her vision.

Vivianne stared blankly, feeling the tempest raging within her.

Clear fluids trickled down, soaking his scrotum.

Even though she had already reached her peak, he didn’t stop. Her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably, squeezing and massaging him.

It felt as if something inside her had malfunctioned. Her heated insides clung to his relentless shaft, threatening to melt into one.

“Haa…”

He tried to hold back, but he was at his limit.

His urethra throbbed with the overwhelming pressure of his seed.

The sensation of her clinging insides, the searing heat that felt like molten metal, it all became too much. Kian felt his manhood burning, ready to melt like a piece of iron being tempered.

“Kh!”

With a sharp gasp, his hips stiffened.

His shaft pulsed, spewing a thick, pearly white stream deep inside her.

At first, her insides resisted, but then, with a powerful clench, they accepted him, greedily swallowing his seed.

Even after he had emptied himself, Kian continued to thrust slowly, savoring the sensation of her rippling walls, the gentle tremors that tickled him like waves. It was intoxicating.

What was this feeling?

He had just cl*maxed, yet he felt his manhood stirring once more.

As he pulled out, a mixture of his seed and her fluids spilled out.

“Huu…”

A whimper escaped Vivianne’s lips.

Her body felt as if it were melting into a puddle, yet she couldn’t let his precious seed go to waste.

She couldn’t let that happen! Her mind snapped back to attention.

It was Kian’s seed. She couldn’t afford to lose a single drop.

She didn’t know when they would mate again, and frankly, she wasn’t sure she could handle another round… at least not right now.

As she tried to clench her legs, hoping to prevent any more of his essence from leaking out, a large hand pushed them open once more.

“W-what… huh!”

Before she could even finish her question, his hardened shaft parted her sensitive walls, entering her once more.

They had just finished. Again?

…Oh my.

Judging by the way her insides stretched to accommodate him, it seemed human mating wasn’t a one-time affair.

Vivianne’s face turned deathly pale.

* * *

The break of dawn approached.

Vivianne blinked her eyes slowly, trying to focus.

The first thing she saw was a broad, firm chest. Strong arms were wrapped around her, their embrace undeniable. She was definitely being held.

Wanting confirmation that it was Kian, she carefully tilted her head up to study his sleeping face.

It was him. Her Kian. As radiant as the moon in the night sky.

She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, he would disappear like a mirage. But no matter how many times she blinked, he remained.

‘Could this be a dream?’

She had lost count of how many times this thought had crossed her mind since he had first kissed her. It was as if her eyes couldn’t be trusted.

Vivianne slipped her hand free from his embrace and cautiously reached out to touch him.

His chest felt firm yet yielding. When she pressed her finger into it, it gave slightly before springing back, the feel of his muscles evident beneath her touch. It was a stark contrast to her own soft, rounded curves.

His physique was undeniably… overwhelming.

With his broad chest, his back must be wide as well. She longed to see it, to trace its contours, but she couldn’t possibly manage that without waking him. 

Vivianne imagined burying her face in his back, her cheek pressed against his warm skin. 

Even though it was just a fantasy, the thought brought a smile to her face.

Her fingers drifted to his collarbone, tracing its sharp, strong line. It reminded her of his jawline – strong and defined.

And then there were his lips.

Hesitantly, Vivianne reached out and gently poked his plump, red lips.

He might have said hurtful things in the past, but last night had been different.

Soft. Playful. Wet. Hot.

The memory of his lips exploring every inch of her body, pushing her to the edge and beyond, sent a shiver of embarrassment and excitement through her. Words couldn’t describe the sensations he had evoked.

There was no doubt about it, Kian was the one.

A sudden urge to feel his lips on hers again washed over her.

Would he kiss her like that again when morning came? With the same fervor and intensity?

She couldn’t be sure. Kian had a way of defying her expectations.

What she had assumed would be a one-time encounter had extended throughout the waning of the moon.

Kian had claimed her countless times, filling her with his essence over and over again. Her memories were hazy, but she wasn’t even sure they had finished. She vaguely recalled drifting off to sleep at some point.

Merfolk didn’t mate like that. Not with such frequency or intensity.

The memories sent a shiver down her spine, yet a strange tightness coiled in her lower belly.

But for now, the mating was over.

Who knew when he would kiss her like that again?

It might be wrong, but she couldn’t resist stealing one chaste kiss.

Vivianne carefully lifted her head and gently pressed her lips to his.

“….!”

In an instant, he flipped her over, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a hunger that stole her breath away. It was a kiss that bordered on plunder, leaving her lightheaded and breathless.

He deepened the kiss, consuming every last bit of air in her lungs as if he couldn’t get enough. The sounds of their mingled saliva filled the air.

‘I can’t breathe!’

Vivianne pushed against his chest with both hands, pleading for air. He finally released her with a wet pop, his lips reluctantly leaving hers.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she found Kian staring down at her, his gaze intense.

“Ha…ha… I’m… I’m sorry. I… I couldn’t… breathe…” she stammered, still catching her breath.

“Touching me so boldly while I’m sleeping, Vivi?” Kian drawled, licking his bottom lip as he watched her.

“You should have known better.”

Before she could react, he captured her lips once more, his mouth moving against hers with renewed hunger. At the same time, his hand drifted down between her legs, his touch possessive.

“Still wet, I see.”

She was, but it wasn’t entirely her fault. He had spent the entire night ensuring that she couldn’t possibly dry.

“….”

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured against her skin.

Vivianne felt a familiar pressure building between her legs as Kian’s arousal pressed against her. It seemed their night wasn’t over after all.