Sea Monster Stew Chapter 62

He sucked on her quivering lower lip, then licked and tickled it gently. 

 

A pleasant drowsiness washed over her, and the tingling in her lower belly intensified.

Every time his tongue gently swept the roof of her mouth, her waist twitched and shuddered. 

 

When Biche unconsciously wrapped her arms tightly around Kisa’s neck, the tongue exploring her mouth grew even more persistent.

Perhaps because their bodies were pressed tightly together with only thin fabric between them, when Biche flinched, his fully erect member pressed firmly against her thigh. 

 

An indescribably strange sensation made her toes tingle.

 

“W-wait a moment…”

Biche pushed lightly against Kisa’s broad shoulders and let out a ragged breath. 

 

A faint smile spread across Kisa’s lips as he easily pulled away.

He didn’t look like someone who had just been engaged in a fierce kiss. 

 

In contrast, Biche’s cheeks were flushed crimson as if she were drunk, and her eyes were half-glazed.

 

“So? Does it feel like any memories are coming back?”

“Th-that’s… ridiculous…”

Biche was confused by Kisa’s nonchalant attitude. 

 

She felt a wave of shame, as if she alone had gotten excessively carried away with excitement.

 

“You’re heavy. Just for a moment…”

The instant she tried to stealthily get up, Kisa wrapped his solid arm around her waist. 

 

Drawn by his powerful strength, she was laid back onto the bed. 

 

Biche blinked her surprised eyes and looked up at Kisa, who was now straddling her again.

 

“Kisa…?”

 

“Why do you keep pulling away? Did you dislike kissing me?”

“N-no, that’s not it…”

Even if she was embarrassed, Biche couldn’t bring herself to lie. 

 

At her honest reaction, Kisa pressed his body subtly closer and asked again.

 

“Then what is it?”

 

Kisa cupped Biche’s cheek and gave her another brief kiss. 

 

Then, while gently biting her lower lip, he whispered as if muttering to himself.

“Do you know how much I thought of you while I was locked away in solitary?”

“Uh…”

“Back then, I thought you, unlike me, belonged in a bright and safe place, and I tried my best to suppress myself…”

She felt mesmerized by his fiercely intense gaze, which seemed like it could devour her. 

 

She instinctively knew the act from her dream was about to begin, but she didn’t dislike the idea of connecting deeply with Kisa at all. 

 

This strange, swirling feeling in her stomach was oddly satisfying.

Biche gripped his firm cheek as if giving him permission. 

 

Kisa, as if he had been waiting, kissed her again. A sensuous, lingering kiss resumed.

He entwined her tense, stiff tongue and gently soothed it, licking every last tender part inside her. 

 

Even the saliva Biche couldn’t swallow became Kisa’s.

Unlike Biche, who couldn’t even breathe properly, Kisa constantly stimulated her by caressing her earlobes and jaw with his fingertips.

Her head was spinning and her body was growing hotter, and then a touch even hotter than that landed on her thigh. 

 

She felt his large right hand slowly traveling up her thigh.

The large hand, which had rubbed her flat stomach a few times, soon settled over her chest. 

 

Biche trembled and, without realizing it, snapped her tightly shut eyes open.

 

She found herself locking eyes with Kisa, who had been watching her for who knows how long.

 

Captivated by his deep, intense gaze, she gripped the large hand covering her chest.

 

“K-Kisa…”

The moment she gently broke the kiss and shook her head, he lightly pinched her stiffened nipple with his fingertips. 

 

As her twitching waist arched upward, Kisa didn’t miss his chance and bit down hard on the breast now pressed close to his mouth.

 

“Euk…!”

 

Biche instinctively gripped his hair tightly and hunched her shoulders. 

 

Kisa noisily licked the erect nipple and unfastened the buttons of his own shirt.

He then lightly tossed his top onto the floor with a thud. 

 

With trembling eyes, Biche scanned his body, so differently built with well-defined muscle compared to her own. 

 

It was a captivating physique that made her want to reach out and touch it.

Biche gently pushed him away from her chest and, stretching out an arm, carefully ran her hand down Kisa’s torso. It was rock-solid. 

 

Mimicking what he had done, she fondled his broad chest and similarly pinched the dark red nipple.

 

Her eyes met his, looking down at her with a slightly surprised, dazed expression. 

 

Thinking she might have done something unnecessary, she tried to pull her hand back, but Kisa shook his shoulders and burst out laughing.

 

“Is it… not good?”

 

“No. I was just a little surprised.”

He shook his head, wiping the corner of his eye where a tear had formed from laughing too hard.

“I like it when you touch me.”

 

“I… I liked it too, even if I’m a little embarrassed.”

“You’ve become more honest than before, after going home.”

Kisa stared at Biche’s bright red face and grasped her breast with his large hand. 

 

He kneaded it softly, then slowly brushed his thumb over the nipple.

“I shouldn’t have cut my hand off.”

“Hng…”

“It’s frustrating that I can only touch you with one hand.”

Kisa grinned and took her swollen breast into his mouth. After sucking the nipple with a loud pop, he pointed his tongue and rolled it gently.

His face, staring intently at her while licking her nipple, was more obscene than she could have imagined. 

 

The tingling in her lower belly was worse than before. Something kept leaking from down below, making her restless.

When she couldn’t keep her thighs still and squeezed them together, Kisa sat up again and spread Biche’s thighs wide.

No, he tried to spread them, but he had to stop because Biche, startled, sat up.

 

“W-wait…!”

 

“Why, don’t you like it?”

His eyes seemed to ask, ‘After all we’ve already done, now you object?’

“I’ll go slowly.”

Kisa coaxed her in a soft voice, laying her back down again. 

 

Before she could voice her refusal, he slid his body between her legs, thrust his hand under her trembling buttocks, and lifted her waist sharply.

 

“Ukh, w-wait…!”

“You’re already wet.”

She had been caught; she was completely soaked down there. 

 

Unable to bear the shame, Biche covered her mouth with both hands.

 

Kisa used his fingers to gently part her twitching lower lips, now drenched in her juices. 

 

Then, as if there was no need to hesitate, he buried his face right into her.

 

Biche let out a shriek and gripped his short hair tightly. 

 

He licked up her juices with his tongue while using his large hands to press her buttocks firmly upward.

After a moment, as the shuddering sensation subsided slightly, Biche twisted her waist from side to side, straining to escape his tongue. 

 

But no matter how she struggled, it was impossible to evade the persistent tongue glued to her vulva.

 

“Ugh, ah…! Th-this is weird, that…”

 

Not only had she shown her private parts, which she’d never properly seen, to a pirate, but now she was being exposed defenselessly to a hot tongue licking her like an animal. 

 

She wished she could just faint on the spot.

Kisa slowly licked the quivering entrance, which repeatedly clenched and relaxed, with the tip of his tongue. 

 

He continued licking her sex like that for a long while, only raising his head slowly just before Biche was about to lose consciousness.

Biche stared at him blankly with tear-filled eyes. Kisa was lightly wiping the fluid from around his mouth with the back of his hand. 

 

She was mortified to the point of madness that the liquid moistening his lips had come from her.

 

“Th-that, why…”

 

She was horrified watching him slowly lick his fingers. The fact that he was licking up what came from her without a care made her head spin.

 

“What, weren’t you embarrassed because you were wet?”

 

“Why… why with your mouth…”

“So I cleaned it up for you.”

“Why, why are you licking that, something that came from my body…”

 

It felt like they were having two different conversations. 

 

Biche kept repeating the same words through her tears, while Kisa was busy following his own desires.

The sight of him, with his lowered, hazy eyes, licking his fingers, was unbelievably sensual. 

 

Without realizing it, Biche slightly drew her thighs together and tightened her lower belly. 

 

She could feel her sex getting wet again where he had licked. He looked down intently at her lower body and chuckled.

 

“It keeps coming out. What should we do?”

“N-no it’s not…”

“No? Really?”

Kisa spread her legs wide and draped them over his shoulders. 

 

He used his thick fingers to part the soft flesh on either side, then bent down and slowly, deliberately licked her entire vulva with his tongue. 

 

Biche twisted her waist and trembled at the return of the strange sensation.

 

“Euhk, ah…!”

 

He gave her a slight smile as he gently broke contact, then pushed his finger into the parted slit.

 

His middle finger, which had been rubbing the entrance, began to push inside without hesitation. 

 

Slick with the copious juices coating her inner walls, his finger slid in smoothly.

 

“Ah, ah…! W-wait, it’s weird…”

“Weird? You used to like it more when I touched you before.”