When Vivianne squirmed helplessly, Kian firmly gripped her thighs to keep her from moving.

Slurp, slurp. He laid his tongue flat and began to steal away all the nectar pooled in her folds. With his face buried between her legs, his greedy sucking made him look like a starving beast.

Was he trying to clean away the sticky fluid?

Or was this a signal to mate, like before?

She couldn’t understand why he was sucking so obsessively.

All she knew was that whenever he sucked her, her whole body trembled with an overwhelming, ticklish sensation.

Though the stimulation was hard to endure, seeing him desire her so desperately made her insides stir strangely. She loved these moments when his usually rigid face crumbled like a sand castle.

“Ahh!”

When he pressed his lips against her, her cl*toris was sucked in with a pop. The raw pleasure struck suddenly, making her head ring and her inner thighs stiffen.

The more she responded to his teasing caresses, the more persistently he delved in. He would suck her swollen cl*toris hard enough to make it tingle, then hold it gently between his lips and lap at it softly, repeating this pattern.

Cleaning became meaningless. As soon as he sucked, more nectar gushed out, already making his nose and lips wet.

“Ah, nngh, Ki-ahh, ah.”

His persistent probing and licking with his tongue tip brought Vivianne to a light climax. Her entrance pulsed, releasing heat and moisture. A drowsy yet yearning sensation. Her hips lifted as her inner walls contracted in long waves.

Her breathing grew heavy and her head spun. The steam filling the bathroom mixed with the heat from their mouths, making it hard to breathe.

“What should I do? No matter how much I clean, it won’t stay clean.”

“Hic, hnng…”

“You’re always wet when I look. Do you always keep yourself this lewdly wet?”

That couldn’t be true. She only got wet when he spread her legs. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say she got wet whenever he looked at her.

Either way, it was an unfair misunderstanding.

Vivianne shook her head while panting.

“No. Hnn, h-it’s because, hah, Kian touched me.”

Regardless, Kian brought Vivianne back into the bathtub and sat her facing him on his lap.

“Now it’s your turn to wash me, Vivi.”

He said to wash him, yet his hands were busy kneading her br*asts with soap bubbles.

“Give me the soap.”

“No.”

“But you asked me to wash you.”

“You can clean me with your body.”

When Kian pulled her waist close and pressed their bodies together, her soft br*asts squished against his firm chest and slid like they were being soaped up.

Kian seemed to enjoy the sticky sensation, playfully rubbing their upper bodies together with slick, sliding motions.

The more their wet chests rubbed together, the harder her n*pples became, painting strange patterns across his broad chest like brush strokes.

“…Ahhh.”

Her sliding n*pples caught on his matching peaks and stopped. Finding the sensation of their n*pples crushing together pleasant, Kian continued grinding minutely for quite a while.

As their water-slicked n*pples stuck together wetly, Vivianne whimpered and clung to Kian’s neck.

Below, his engorged p*nis was grinding against her s*x with long sawing motions.

Unable to think straight from the stimulation coming from above and below, she buried her face in his shoulder.

“We need to clean down there too.”

“Hnn, w-wait…”

“Should I keep being the only one moving?”

When Kian criticized her, Vivianne began awkwardly moving her hips.

Every time she rubbed her s*x against his laid-flat c*ck, it felt like she was spreading thick nectar rather than soap.

Even in the water, it was like this. Though she was doing as told, she wasn’t sure if this was cleaning or making things dirtier.

“So clumsy.”

He hadn’t expected much, but her movements were truly awkward. What was funnier was how his c*ck was swollen nearly to bursting from those stiff hip movements.

Just slightly changing the angle while rubbing their g*nitals together made his gl*ns catch on her entrance like it was being sucked in, that’s how slick it was.

“Ugh!”

Her hips arched like a bow at the unexpected invasion. Kian wrapped around her pelvis like a snake and held her even tighter.

“Haah…!”

He’d thought about thrusting in and moving a bit, but even though he’d stretched her so much, after a few days she was tight again.

So small, fragile, and troublesome to the point of being pathetic. He felt a bit crazy himself, embracing her and just keeping his cockhead caught there.

“Vivi.”

“Hic, hnn, hic…”

“Come here.”

Kian gently stroked the wet nape of her neck while slowly breathing into her gasping lips.

Usually he couldn’t stand crying women. Why did she keep catching his eye?

Seeing her flushed eyes made him want to bite and suck them – he must have gone mad somewhere along the way.

“If it hurts, should we stop?”

“Hic, no.”

Even while sobbing and hiccupping about the pain, she answers firmly that she really wants to do it.

As if she’s determined to arouse him.

“I want to mate.”

Where did she learn such unique words? Is she suggesting they couple like beasts?

If that’s what she meant, he had no reason to refuse.

“If you’re going to mate with me, Vivi.”

Kian pulled his c*ck from her entrance and turned her body around to hold her.

“Hold here and bend over.”

Following his command, Vivianne obediently bent over holding the edge of the tub.

Kian covered her body from behind and desperately thrust his p*nis inside.

“Ack!”

Her tightly closed inner walls spread achingly. When his c*ck shaft pushed in, it felt like her insides caught fire. Her surprised vaginal membranes trembled and convulsed erratically as they were scraped by his forcefully invading p*nis. Kian gripped her white b*ttocks like he might crush them and held his breath for a moment.

Her habit of clenching inside like she was trying to bite off his c*ck as soon as he entered remained unchanged. Though she was tightly narrow, that didn’t mean she was dry and rough. Even without movement, she was wet enough that fluids dripped from where they were joined.

He wanted to thrust right away but felt like he might cum already.

There was no need to rush. Night hadn’t even fallen yet.

Kian gripped Vivianne’s slim waist and began moving his hips slowly.

That night, even though they’d licked and sucked all night long, this was their first time doing it from behind. He’d only taken her from the front repeatedly to see her bouncing br*asts and thoroughly wet face. His impulsive decision for this position came from being aroused by her word “mate.” He wanted to couple like beasts.

Perhaps that’s why. Unlike her chest which still bore red marks all over, her pure white back was as pristine as an untouched canvas.

“Nnh, hnng, nng, nng.”

Vivianne cried as she was tossed about by the overwhelming penetration.

Squelch, squelch, his balls made wet sounds as they stuck to and separated from her s*x. Vivianne gripped the edge of the tub tightly, feeling a burning sensation in her belly.

Not being able to see Kian made all her senses focus solely on where their g*nitals were joined.

The protruding veins, the ridges of his gl*ns scraping her membranes, even the twitching of his c*ck’s core when the tip was crushed against her depths – experiencing Kian only through their connected parts made him feel somehow more savage.

Not the gentleness or rudeness that confused her, but rather what felt like purely the act of mating itself.

Was it because she was a mermaid, a beast? She felt rather willing.

Rather than an alien being she couldn’t easily reach, always having to wait, he felt like her male.

Kian too felt like just a beast who wanted her. A male’s instinct to pant and thrust, wanting to fill her belly full with only his seed.

What kind of gift would he like? How could she make him smile even briefly?

Did I make a mistake?

Why does he say such sharp words, why does he act so mean? And then why does he turn around and act so gentle?

They say there’s no kindness without reason. Why can’t I understand the reason for his gentleness?

A male whose true feelings I can’t understand. Yet why do I want this male again and again?

Thinking about Kian was like looking at an unsolvable riddle – her head filled with nothing but question marks.

Maybe that’s why she loved this moment when she didn’t have to calculate complexly. Because in the moments when she held him snugly inside her belly, he was completely hers.

The more he thrust back and forth, the more her insides boiled like lava from the friction. Vivianne began climaxing as she twisted her hips.

“Ack, hic, Kian, s-stop…!”

“What to do. As a beast, hah, I can’t hear you.”

Kian increased his pace, squeezing her two bouncing br*asts that crashed together as if trying to crush them.

His mind grew hazy from the approaching climax. Though he’d held back once when entering her, the signal to ej*culate came faster than usual. He wondered if something was broken. He was beyond help.

Right. Whatever.

He could just cum again and again.

It didn’t matter. Even after shooting his seed, rubbing against this cream-soft body would make him hard again like he had been entranced.