parentshiftbook Chapter 757 - 756- Wanting to eat a Big Fish
Chapter 757 - 756- Wanting to eat a Big Fish
The load, thick and hot, erupted inside her. The cum, flooding her canal, filled her. The walls, the ridged walls, clamped. The ’she-is-milking-every-drop’ clamping that was also the ’I-am-taking-your-seed’ acceptance. His body, which had been thrusting, went rigid. The groan, low and guttural, was the ’I-am-cumming’ groan that was also the ’what-the-hell’ realization."What the hell?" he gasped.
The ’I-came-again’ realization that was also the ’she-made-me-cum-fast-again’ question. The stamina, the supernatural stamina, was failing him. This woman, this mermaid, was doing something to him that no other woman had done.
She smiled. The ’I-know’ smile that was also the ’I-told-you’ expression. "Have a lost?" she said. The question, which was deliberately provocative, was the ’did-you-just-lose’ challenge that was also the ’I-am-better-than-you’ tease.
He looked down at her. The golden eyes, which were wet and bright. The smile, which was tender and challenging. The face, which was beautiful and tear-streaked. The ’she-is-challenging-me’ realization that made his mouth twitch.
He kissed her. The kiss, which was deep and claiming, was his answer. Not words. Action. The ’I-will-show-you’ kiss that was also the ’you-have-not-seen-anything-yet’ promise.
He started to fuck. Again. But different. Not the slow and deep pace. Not the brutal and claiming pace. A romantic pace. The ’I-am-making-love-to-you’ pace that was slow and intentional and thorough. Each thrust, which was measured and deliberate, was a statement. The ’I-am-here’ thrust. The ’I-am-not-leaving’ thrust. The ’you-are-mine’ thrust.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
"What the hell are you?" he said. The question, which was spoken against her lips, was genuine. The ’what-are-you-doing-to-me’ question that was also the ’how-are-you-making-me-feel-this’ question.
She laughed. The sound, which was musical and tearful, was the ’I-do-not-know’ laugh that was also the ’but-I-am-happy’ confession. The tears, which had been falling, fell faster. Onto the flowers. Onto his face. Onto the ground that received them both.
Her thoughts were a single, repeating truth.
’He has returned. Husband. It is you. I know. My heart knows.’
The certainty, the ’my-heart-knows’ certainty, was absolute. Not because of the cock, which was the same. Not because of the garden, which was the same. Because of the way he touched her. The way his hands, which were strong and claiming, held her. The way his mouth, which was demanding and gentle, kissed her. The way his body, which was perfect and powerful, moved against hers. The ’he-makes-me-feel-like-he-did’ feeling that was also the ’it-is-him’ knowledge.
Naturally, due to the mermaid’s nature, they were destined for a single partner. The mate, the one they chose, was for life. The bond, once formed, was unbreakable. The seed, once accepted, was binding. When a mermaid’s mate came inside her, the bond was sealed. The mermaid’s vitality, her life force, was tied to the mate. If the mate died, the mermaid died.
But she did not feel her vitality falling. The seed, which was flooding her womb, did not drain her. The cock, which was inside her, did not feel like a stranger’s. The ’this-cock-belongs-to-my-husband’ certainty that was also the ’he-has-returned’ knowledge.
The vigor. The power. The way he held her, the way he fucked her, the way he looked at her. The ’he-has-returned’ feeling that was also the ’he-is-stronger’ recognition. The horns, which she had touched, were familiar. Not because she had seen them before. Because of what was written on them.
The inscription. The ancient symbol that was carved into the crystal of his horns. She knew it. The ’I-have-seen-this-before’ recognition that was also the ’it-is-ancient’ knowledge. The inscription of the ancient time. The symbol of reincarnation souls.
It was an inscription that was embedded when fragments of souls were scattered and joined together to bring a new form of life. The ’he-is-not-a-single-soul’ understanding that was also the ’he-is-a-union’ knowledge. The fragments, the pieces of souls that had been scattered across existence, were gathering. Merging. Forming a new being. A being that carried the memories and the desires and the loves of every fragment.
Her husband was within him. The fragment, the piece of her husband’s soul, was inside Viktor. The ’he-is-my-husband-reborn’ certainty that was also the ’and-he-does-not-know’ realization. Or did he?
She sucked his lower lip. The kiss, which had been a french kiss, intensified. The suction, the ’I-am-sucking-your-lip’ suction that was also the ’I-am-claiming-you’ action, was desperate. The ’do-not-leave-me’ desperation that was also the ’I-just-found-you’ joy.
The kiss became intense. The tongues, which found each other, dueled. The saliva, which mixed, was shared. The taste, the combined taste of cum and milk and pussy and love, was unique. The ’this-is-us’ taste that was also the ’I-want-more’ demand.
She started to suck him. Not his cock. His soul. The kiss, which was more than a kiss, was a channel. The ’I-am-pulling-you-into-me’ kiss that was also the ’I-am-giving-myself-to-you’ surrender.
He thought, while being kissed and fucked and claimed by this mermaid woman who believed he was her husband reborn:
’She is even more perverted than me.’
The thought, which was not entirely wrong, made him recall. The milk. The milk he had left in Millbrook. The pregnant woman, the one he had fucked, whose belly had been heavy with his child. The child, his first child, who had been born. The woman, who had been as perverted as this mermaid. The ’I-attracted-another-one’ realization that was also the ’they-keep-getting-more-intense’ observation.
But this mermaid was different. The physical intensity, the ’her-pussy-is-milking-me-without-her-moving’ intensity, was beyond anything he had experienced. The body, the mermaid body that was designed for a single mate, was pulling him in. Not just physically. Emotionally. The ’she-is-claiming-me’ feeling that was also the ’and-I-am-letting-her’ acceptance.
He came. Again. The load, which was thinner but still substantial, filled her. The walls, which had been milking, clamped. The ’she-is-taking-everything’ clamping that was also the ’I-am-yours’ declaration.
She orgasmed. The climax, which hit her simultaneously, made her body convulse. The fluid, the thin and sweet fluid, squirted around his shaft. The ’I-am-cumming-with-him’ orgasm that was also the ’we-are-one’ confirmation.
She kissed him harder. The kiss, which was more of a bite, was the ’I-do-not-want-to-let-go’ bite. The saliva, which connected their faces as she pulled back, formed a string. The silver thread, stretching between their lips, caught the filtered sunlight. The ’we-are-connected’ string that was also the ’I-do-not-want-to-break-it’ plea.
She looked at him. The golden eyes, wet and bright. The smile, tender and desperate.
"Do you want to eat something?" she asked. The question, which was mundane, was also intimate. The ’I-will-feed-you’ offer that was also the ’I-will-take-care-of-you’ promise.
He looked at her. The ’you-just-fucked-me-unconscious-and-you-are-asking-about-food’ look. Then he smiled. The ’fine’ smile.
"Yeah," he said. "A big fish."
The words, which were a pun, were not lost on her. The ’big-fish’ reference to her body. She flushed. The blue-green skin, which darkened, showed the blush.
He leaned. His hand, which found her breast, groped. The mound, heavy and full, deformed. She moaned. The sound, which was involuntary, was the ’he-is-touching-me’ moan that was also the ’I-like-it’ admission.
He bit her nipple. The teeth, which pressed into the stiff nub, made her gasp. The ’he-is-biting-me’ gasp that was also the ’more’ plea.
"Now I am learning about your body," he said. His voice, which was low and warm, carried the ’I-am-exploring’ tone. His hand, which had been on her breast, moved. Under the side of her breast. To her armpit. The skin, which was clean and smooth, was stiff. The ’she-has-no-hair’ observation that was also the ’mermaid-biology’ note. He rubbed. The armpit, which was sensitive, made her squirm.
He sucked her nipples. The mouth, which had found the stiff nub, worked. The tongue, which circled, and the suction, which was gentle, and the teeth, which nipped, were a combination. The ’he-is-learning-my-body’ sensation that was also the ’he-cares’ realization.