Sea Monster Stew Chapter 35

“Wait, hold on a second.”

“It’s fine.”

“Muir, this is a bit…”

 

Before she could even finish her sentence, he pushed her shoulders, laying her back naturally onto the table. 

 

Her hips were grasped firmly by his large hands. 

 

He pressed his manhood against her dripping entrance.

As he gently pushed the throbbing tip inside, she let out a sharp cry and twisted her body. 

 

Muir firmly held onto her hips, which kept trying to escape. 

 

He pinned her down so she couldn’t move anymore and thrust his hips upward with force.

The elbows that had been barely supporting her weight buckled. 

 

Biche arched her back, rubbing it against the hard wooden table. 

 

With each ragged breath she exhaled, she could feel his manhood filling her completely, with raw intensity.

 

“Does your back hurt?”

Muir kissed her rounded shoulder and slowly reached out an arm. 

 

The mysterious dark red cloak draped over the chair was now in his hand.

He deftly shoved the thick cloak between the wooden table and her waist. Biche slumped onto the soft cloak, blinking dazedly.

She wanted to complain that her aching back wasn’t the problem, but only a honeyed moan escaped her lips.

 

‘How many times did he repeat it?’ 

 

Pushing himself in little by little, then stopping. 

 

Just as she thought she had reached her limit, he thrust his hips roughly, as if unsatisfied with that alone. 

 

Her insides tingled sharply from the intense penetration that felt like it was crushing her inner walls.

“Ugh, ah, w-wait…”

Overwhelmed by the surging pleasure, Biche dug her nails into his shoulders and scratched hard. 

 

Each time he moved his hips, a wet, squelching sound came from below. The table legs, unable to bear the force, creaked repeatedly.

The entire time she was taking him, she couldn’t even moan freely. 

 

Gasping for air as if she were about to gag, Muir stopped his movements and whispered lowly by her ear.

“You don’t like it here?”

 

Simultaneously, the firm tip prodded her thickly swollen mucosa. 

 

Biche jolted her hips with a start and let out a short cry.

‘Was he asking if she disliked the position of being draped over the table? Or if she disliked the way he was poking and prodding her sensitive spot?’ 

 

She didn’t have the capacity to figure out his intention. Her strength had long since left her.

Biche stared blankly  in his amber eyes and slowly nodded. 

 

He hummed thoughtfully, then slowly pulled out. 

 

Then, nibbling her earlobe, he covered her body again.

“Let’s change positions.”

“Huh, ugh… That’s not it, w-wait… Mmph…!”

 

She wanted to say that changing positions wasn’t the issue, but her firmly held hips were already being pulled straight off the table.

“What are you… Wait!”

Muir grabbed one of her trembling thighs firmly and swung it sideways in one swift motion. 

 

Her body, which had been struggling on the cloak, was flipped over in an instant.

Her legs, which had been pitifully swaying in the air, dropped powerlessly below the table. Her toes barely grazed the floor.

Her breasts, marked with bite marks, were pressed against the red cloak. Biche barely supported her weight on her elbows and lifted her head.

A wave of shame washed over her due to the position—leaning forward over the table as if lying prone, exposing her spread lower half to him.

 

The moment she struggled to barely lift her upper body. 

 

Her hips were raised high. And his hot manhood pushed deep into her inner walls in one go.

Biche squeezed her eyes shut from the dizzying pleasure and threw her head back. 

 

The strength drained completely from her arms, which had been barely supporting her weight. 

 

She collapsed face down onto the soft cloak, letting out only a thin, sharp cry.

“Is this better?”

“B-better my… what…”

She shook her head, pressing her forehead against the cloak.

The table rocked precariously, creaking from his fierce thrusts, and because the table was higher than expected, only the tips of her toes barely touched the ground. 

 

It would have been a bit better if both feet could rest comfortably on the floor.

“L-let me down… Ugh, Muir, my, m-my feet… let them down…”

“No can do, Arco. You’re just too small compared to me.”

He spoke stubbornly, suddenly slipping his large hand between the cloak and her forehead.

“See? The height doesn’t match, Arco.”

 

His touch as he caressed her forehead, reddened from rubbing against the cloak, was affectionate, but the words he spat out were utterly infuriating. Just adding a term of endearment doesn’t make everything an affectionate whisper.

His manhood, taking her from behind, felt larger than usual. 

 

With each rough thrust, red handprints were left on her pelvis and buttocks. Embarrassment sent heat rushing to the tips of her ears.

“Hahk, hh, uuung…!”

 

Each time he moved, her legs swayed weakly in the air. 

 

As a tingling pleasure spread throughout her body, her toes curled tightly. Her arousal, dripping down her thighs, fell drop by drop onto the floor.

The moment she was caught in the strange pleasure and bit her lower lip hard. 

 

His fierce thrusting came to an abrupt stop.

‘Why did he stop moving all of a sudden…?’ 

 

Biche slowly turned her head and glanced at Muir over her shoulder. 

 

Muir was massaging her nape gently, his brow furrowed.

“Muir…?”

“…I don’t like this.”

‘What doesn’t he like?’ 

 

As she blinked dazedly with half-closed eyes, he pulled out slowly with a thoroughly displeased expression. 

 

Then, he turned her body around and lifted her lightly into his arms.

“If we do this, Arco, I can’t see your face.”

“W-what are you talking about? You’re the one who flipped me over…”

He swallowed her grumbling lips and headed towards the large bed. 

 

He carefully set her small body down, covered her in one swift motion, and spread her legs wide.

“Facing each other is better after all.”

 

His low voice flowed into her ear. 

 

As she wrapped her arms around his thick neck like a lifeline, a satisfied smile spread across his lips.

His body pushed into her tightly spread entrance. 

 

Lying still and receiving him was easier. 

 

It was much better than being helplessly struggling while prone on the high table.

“Ugh… S-slowly…”

Even when she dug her nails into his broad back, he only held his breath and laughed for a moment before thrusting into her even more roughly. Biche buried her face in the nape of his neck and squeezed her eyes shut. Her body collapsed powerlessly under the pleasure.

*Thump, thump.* 

 

He slammed into her with enough force to make dull, heavy sounds. 

 

How long had he been roughly churning her slick, softened insides? Biche’s body, which had been letting out short cries, gradually went limp.

 

The moment the slender arms wrapped around his neck fell onto the bed with a thud, the manhood buried deep inside her twitched. 

 

He stopped his movements and spilled himself deep inside Biche.

After basking in the afterglow of his climax, he looked up to check Biche’s complexion. 

 

Her eyes were tightly shut, her head lolling to the side powerlessly.

Even when he lightly bit her flushed, pink cheeks, there was no reaction. 

 

It seemed she had barely held onto consciousness until right before his release, then fallen fast asleep.

“Arco.”

“……”

“Are you really asleep?”

 

He had intended to go further. 

 

‘Isn’t her stamina just too poor?’ This was undoubtedly all Hildert’s fault for not feeding her properly and just working her to the bone.

He pictured himself driving his fist into the first mate’s face as he slowly pulled out. 

 

Even in her deep sleep, she let out a pained sound and clenched her thighs. Semen gushed out from the spread opening.

He wiped away the semen with a clean wet cloth, then pulled the limp little body tightly into his embrace.

 

His unresolved desire and a sense of fulfillment felt stifling. 

 

But as he held Biche in his arms, an intense satisfaction welled up, enough to make his heart ache.

‘I must never lose you again. My precious, well-bred lady. No matter how much you sob that you want to see your family, I will push any faint sense of guilt deep down into my heart.’

‘I never let go of a treasure once I’ve taken it. After all, that’s what pirates are like.’

 

 

* * *

 

 

The door to the captain’s quarters closed with a heavy sound. 

 

Kisa slowly took a breath and approached the desk where Captain Hawk was seated.

From the moment she stepped into the captain’s quarters, his heart began to beat irregularly. 

 

A cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

This captain’s quarters, which he had frequented familiarly since childhood, felt more unfamiliar and chilling than ever before.

 

Captain Hawk sat in an antique chair, staring at Kisa with an expressionless face. 

 

The playful smile he usually wore around the first mate was gone, replaced by a cold aura around his lips.

“Sit down.”

Kisa sat in the chair in front of the desk indicated by the captain. 

 

Hawk, who had been slowly rolling a glass in his hand, finally spoke.

“I think you secretly stole Hildert’s assistant away.”

“……”

“Well? Am I right? Kiki.”

His eyes held an unmistakable, heavy suspicion. 

 

Kisa narrowed her eyes and met Captain Hawk’s gaze.

“Godfather, you said that last time, didn’t you? That for my own good, I should kill that woman with my own hands.”

He spoke as calmly as possible, but his heart was pounding wildly with sharp fear and guilt.

“Why exactly did you say that?”

“Answer the question I asked you.”

“I need an explanation first. Why do I have to be the one to kill her?”

Hawk let out a sigh and stared fixedly at Kisa. 

 

It was the sharp gaze of one who had dominated the seas for many years.

“…Kiki. Ever since the day I found you in the crumbling castle ruins. You’ve always been a good kid who listened to me well.”

He took a sip from his glass and continued in a detached voice.

“Can’t you, as a good First Mate, obey your Godfather’s words this time as well?”

“Cut the nonsense. Just explain it already.”

“My, this kid, why are you being so stubborn now, when you never were even as a child?”

Hawk spat out the words irritably and leaned forward. 

 

He looked ready to throw the glass in his hand at Kisa at any moment.