Sea Monster Stew Chapter 31

Biche couldn’t even pull her captured hand away and only swallowed dryly. Every time he moved, her eyes were stolen by the shifting muscles of his abdomen.

“Muir… you ended up like this because of me, right?”

“Well? What do you think?”

“…Because of me…”

She didn’t have time to think any deeper. Biche answered honestly, without hiding her feelings.

“If it’s… because of you… I’d like that…”

No sooner had her words ended than Muir grabbed the nape of her neck and urgently pressed his lips to hers. 

 

With an expression that showed no trace of leisure, he roughly entangled their tongues.

 

It was a kiss that felt rougher than before, yet still affectionate. 

 

He carefully laid Biche back and covered her body. 

 

She felt a hot, prickling heat stabbing into her lower abdomen.

Biche tightly wrapped her arms around Muir’s thick neck and clumsily moved her tongue. 

 

He drew out her tongue, which couldn’t quite keep up with the rhythm, and licked it, then sucked on it strongly until it made a wet sound. 

 

The explicit sound of their tongues intertwining filled the bedroom.

 

A large hand moved from her collarbone down to her pert, rising chest. 

 

He gently caressed the peak before sliding his hand back down to the space between her legs that he had persistently tormented earlier.

When Biche flinched instinctively, he slowly pulled his lips away and whispered in a low voice,

“If you don’t want it… say so now…”

“…It’s okay…”

Before her words even finished, Muir gritted his teeth and carefully slid a finger into her damp folds.

“Hhh… M-Muir…”

 

It felt different from when his thick tongue had entered her. 

 

The unfamiliar sensation, something she had never felt before, made her feel ticklish and strangely excited.

She let out a sweet breath and twitched her thighs, but then a belated sense of shame washed over her as she saw Muir staring intently at her face.

Unable to bear his gaze, Biche covered her face with both hands. 

 

Muir grabbed her wrists and whispered huskily,

“Look straight at me.”

“…It’s too embarrassing…”

“You’ve already shown me everything, no point being shy now.”

Muir gave a faint smile, added another finger, and then began to move them gently. 

 

The intense stimulation, incomparable to before, made Biche curl her body and let out soft moans. 

 

He planted small kisses on her ear, exposed through her hair, and whispered again,

“Show me quickly. Don’t hide it.”

“Hhh…”

 

At the feeling of Muir’s tongue slowly licking her earlobe, Biche shuddered so hard her shoulders shook. 

 

A tingling sensation spread across every part of her his breath touched.

Each time he nibbled on her earlobe or slowly licked it with his tongue, a shivering heat spread through her stomach. 

 

Moreover, the thick fingers buried deep inside her made it impossible to resist.

Helpless, she slowly lowered her hands and met his eyes again. 

 

He smiled tenderly and pressed a brief kiss to her damp eyelids.

 

At that moment, another thick finger pushed inside. 

 

Without giving her a moment to be surprised, he curled his fingers and rubbed against her swollen inner walls. 

 

Startled by the sudden stimulation, Biche grabbed his forearm and let out a sharp cry.

“Ah! M-Muir…! Ah, hnn…!”

She clung to his forearm as if squeezing it and arched her back. 

 

Lost in the sensation like fireworks bursting before her eyes, she didn’t see Muir’s mischievously grinning smile.

Overwhelmed by stimulation she had never imagined, Biche lifted her hips high and reached her climax for the second time. 

 

Muir watched her climax intently, then sucked on her protruding nipple with a soft sound. 

 

As his fingers slowly swept over her sensitive flesh, Biche’s body trembled finely.

 

He took his hardened length and gently stroked it, then slowly rubbed it against her wet entrance. 

 

Feeling inexplicably impatient, Biche twisted her waist and desperately called his name.

“Muir…”

“Hm?”

 

“I…”

“What? If you want something, you should say it clearly.”

He smiled playfully, making Biche even more frantic. 

 

She tightly closed her eyes and gently rubbed his tip against her entrance.

“F-fast…”

 

When his thick fingers had entered her one by one, it had only been uncomfortable and strange at first, but after that, it was fine. 

 

She thought it would be the same this time.

But as his large, firm manhood stretched her tight entrance and pushed inside, it felt as if her very flesh would tear. 

 

Biche scrunched her eyes shut and pulled her head back.

If she hadn’t seen Muir’s face, she might have pushed against his broad shoulders and begged him to stop. 

 

His face, which had been composed all along, was now half-lidded as he watched her, his teeth clenched.

His jaw muscles, taut as if he was restraining himself with all his might, stood out more than usual. 

 

The fierce expression she had never seen before sent a shiver down her neck.

 

“Hoo… Try to relax a little. If you stay like this, it’ll hurt more later.”

 

“I-Is it all in?”

“Not yet.”

It already hurt this much—hearing that he wasn’t even fully inside made her suddenly afraid. 

 

In a situation where she felt more pain than pleasure, she was terrified that she might actually tear, and tears welled in her eyes.

“Hhh… Muir, wait… Ah, it hurts…”

 

Though he felt sorry for Biche as she shed tears, Kisa had no intention of stopping here. 

 

He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, the bridge of her nose, and her lips in turn, carefully soothing her.

“It’s okay, I’ll stay still until the pain subsides… Don’t be too scared.”

“Hhh, Muir…”

Fortunately, Biche gradually began to relax. 

 

Seizing the moment her muscles softened, he gently rubbed her swollen clitoris with his fingertips. 

 

Then, as she let out a pained moan, he slowly attempted to push inside.

“Ha, hnn…”

“Hoo… It’s okay, you’re doing well.”

 

While waiting for Biche to calm down, Kisa showered her neck, collarbone, and chest with small kisses.

“I’m going to move slowly now. If it hurts, you can even pull my hair.”

“Y-Your hair?”

“Yeah. My hair.”

He tossed his disheveled ash-gray hair over his shoulder, then held her hips and carefully began to move his waist. 

 

The sight of Biche’s defenselessness, something he never usually saw, sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

He began moving his hips roughly, wanting her to feel the desire he had desperately suppressed. 

 

Startled by the sudden movement, Biche tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

Kisa thrust his hips powerfully while covering her neck in frantic kisses. Watching her breasts sway with his movements, he took them in his hot hands and licked her nipples.

Even that wasn’t enough—he nibbled on them with his canine teeth, and from her parted lips, the wretched name “Muir” kept escaping along with sweet moans.

That damned Muir. When would he see her call his name with that mouth as she reached her climax?

Kisa clicked his tongue briefly, but a satisfied smile spread across his lips despite his will.

 

The sight of her slender waist twisting and shaking helplessly was unbearably adorable. 

 

He slipped his tongue between her parted lips and swallowed even her frantic moans.

“M-Muir…”

Seeing Biche rub her cheek against his neck and urge him on, his reason snapped with an audible crack. 

 

Muir stared intently into her green eyes before moving his hips even more fiercely. 

 

The lewd sound of flesh slapping together filled the bedroom as he thrust to the hilt.

“Hhk…”

 

With a short moan, Biche tightly closed her eyes. 

 

Kisa engraved the sight of her twisting and reaching her climax into his eyes without missing a single detail. 

 

She pushed desperately against his firm abdomen as her body trembled.

“Muir, now, let me go…”

“This place of yours is holding onto me and won’t let go.”

He chuckled softly and gave a light thrust. 

 

As if overwhelmed by the surging pleasure, Biche clung to him and let out a frail moan.

“Muir, I…”

“Hm?”

“I… hhh… K-Kiss… me…”

 

As if she had liked the kiss they shared earlier, Biche held his neck tightly and pleaded as if whining. 

 

Kisa looked down at her with dazed eyes as she begged with a flushed, swaying face.

She pecked at the corner of Kisa’s mouth like a bird pecking at food, then clumsily stuck out her tongue and lightly licked his lower lip.

“Muir, please… Ha, ah… K-Kiss me… Hurry…”

 

Kisa barely suppressed the rapidly rising urge to climax and fiercely covered her lips as if to devour them. 

 

He tangled his tongue roughly with her limp one and thrust his hips hard, making wet slapping sounds.

The moment her inner walls tightened around him as she climaxed, Kisa spilled himself inside her. 

 

Even then, he moved his hips, driving himself even deeper. 

 

Their mixed fluids seeped out from their tightly joined flesh and dripped down.

 

Kisa kissed her reddened eyelids as he slowly pulled himself out. 

 

The fluids that had filled her tight entrance now trickled down her thighs.

Biche lay with her legs spread, breathing heavily. 

 

Kisa easily lifted her limp body and, in one motion, buried himself to the hilt inside her again.