Sea Monster Stew Chapter 63

Whenever his finger stroked her inner walls, a squelching sound rose from below. 

 

Biche gasped for breath, her hands fumbling over his broad shoulders. 

 

She wanted to grab onto something, but there was nothing but solid muscle to hold.

The foreign sensation, like something tickling deep inside her, was strange, but the feeling of it resolving a deep tension kept drawing pleased moans from her lips.

There was a time when she tried to push him away by clamping her thighs together, but in the end, she found herself moving her hips in time with his gestures.

 

“Weren’t you crying from embarrassment just a little while ago?”

“Ah… hh, ngh…!”

 

Kisa pushed another finger deep inside and moved it. 

 

Then he began to press rapidly against a spot deep within. 

 

Biche moved her hips frantically, unintentionally aiding his movements.

He let out a small laugh watching Biche pant and shake her hips.

 

Staring down at her as she trembled, tears streaming down her face, he pressed his thumb firmly against her clitoris.

When he gently twisted the plump, protruding flesh with his fingertips, she let out a sharp cry and twisted her neck.

“Nghh…! Th, there…!”

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmm, hh, yes…”

 

“Good. I like it too.”

Even if Biche was losing her reason to the onslaught of pleasure, she probably hadn’t lost her senses as much as Kisa had. 

 

His patience had already run out completely.

It was agonizing to watch the woman he had longed for for so long writhing beneath him. 

 

He wanted to bury himself in her heated depths immediately.

He regretted his severed left hand all over again. 

 

He wanted to caress her cheek, flushed and panting with excitement. 

 

He wanted to push his fingers deep into her slightly parted mouth and toy with her shallowly trembling tongue.

Kisa stroked her cheek with the blunt, bandaged stump of his wrist. 

 

Biche, who had been panting out ragged moans, slowly turned her head to the side.

 

She pressed her lips against the bandage and stared at him with dazed eyes. 

 

It seemed like an instinctive action; no hint of playfulness could be read in her clouded pupils.

Kisa stared at her eyes as if mesmerized and gritted his teeth. 

 

The last shreds of his patience were at their absolute limit.

He spread her legs wide again and buried his face in her heated sex. 

 

He slid his tongue into her somewhat loosened entrance, licking her spasming inner walls slowly, as if to soothe them. 

 

He licked the tender flesh, making obscene sounds, and took the protruding clitoris into his mouth.

“D-Don’t…! Nghh…!”

Her hands, which had been flailing in the air, finally grabbed fistfuls of Kisa’s hair. 

 

Even as she shook her head, she seemed addicted to the stimulation racking her lower belly, pressing his head firmly against her sex.

Every time he audibly sucked on her clitoris, Biche’s hips bucked and she screamed. 

 

As if embarrassed by her own reactions, she desperately pulled the crumpled blanket up to cover her flushed face.

Unlike Biche, who was shocked by her own honest reactions, Kisa was satisfied. 

 

While tormenting her clitoris with his tongue as if lapping at a ripe fruit, he pushed another thick finger deep inside. 

 

He moved his hand frantically, rubbing her inner walls, which were already stretched tight from two fingers.

“Kisa! Hah, nk, s-something’s wrong…! R-right now… Hhuu…!”

Her neck flushed a deep red from the sensation, both pleasurable and painful, but strangely, she didn’t dislike it that much. 

 

Part of her wanted him to stop, but another part didn’t want this act to end; she wanted this tickling feeling in her belly to be resolved, yet she also wanted it to continue.

Especially when Kisa sucked strongly on her clitoris, her body tingled as if struck by lightning. 

 

Kisa nibbled on her clitoris with his front teeth before pursing his lips and sucking hard again.

Finally, Biche let out a sharp cry as she reached her climax. 

 

It felt like her brain was melting into mush. She couldn’t move a single fingertip. 

 

The spasms wouldn’t stop, and all she could do was blink her unfocused eyes slowly.

 

Kisa seemed to be doing something as he sat up, but her vision was too blurry to see clearly. 

 

The sound of fabric rustling reached her muffled ears.

The moment her focus returned and she gradually regained her senses, Kisa, now as naked as she was, covered her once more.

 

“Kisa…”

“Just relax.”

 

He could wait no longer. 

 

Kisa gripped his fully erect manhood with his right hand and rubbed it slowly against her sex.

Biche blinked her dazed eyes and unconsciously moved her hips, grinding her sex against the blunt tip. 

 

Kisa stared down at her with burning eyes as she moved her hips slowly. 

 

Her action, as if urging him on, made desire surge within him, throbbing at his temples.

He slowly began to push his length into her quivering depths. 

 

As if struggling against the tight stretch, she clenched her lower belly and drew her head in.

“Ah, ah… It hurts…”

“Hoo… It’s okay. Just try to relax a little.”

“It hurts… Ah, ngh…”

Kisa paused his insertion and kissed her face all over. 

 

Perhaps because it had been so long, he could feel her tension. 

 

Calming Biche came first.

He licked away all the tears streaming down her cheeks. 

 

At the same time, he reached down and gently stroked her stiffened clitoris with his fingertips. 

 

When he lifted one of her legs and kissed her calf, he felt the inner walls gripping his tip twitch.

Biche’s lips had already begun to spill sweet moans. Kisa pressed her clitoris a little more firmly, rubbing it slowly with his thumb.

Biche dug her nails into Kisa’s firm arm, clinging to him desperately. 

 

Her reason grew hazy with the desire for him to somehow resolve this strange, foreign sensation.

“Hah, nn…! K-Kisa… faster…”

Even the pain of her nails clawing deeply into his arm was a sharp, pleasant stimulus to Kisa. 

 

He felt a proud satisfaction seeing her tremble, relying on him completely.

 

He waited for Biche to grow accustomed to him, pushing his length into her bit by bit.

 

‘I’m never letting you go again.’

He kissed her rounded forehead, making the vow. 

 

He didn’t know about nobles, but stupid, greedy pirates didn’t know how to let treasure out of their hands. 

 

Even if he had once sent this, his most precious treasure, back home. That sense of loss, once was enough.

He lifted her chin with his bluntly severed wrist and smiled a euphoric smile. 

 

Even if these beautiful eyes glared at him with resentment, even if these lovely lips spat hatred at him.

He didn’t care. 

 

She already knew he was a dirty pirate bastard. He could endure worse treatment.

“I-is it all in…?”

So dazed was she that Biche didn’t even notice she was speaking to him comfortably, like she used to. 

 

Kisa kissed her fluttering eyelids and chuckled.

 

“Not yet.”

With difficulty, she lifted her head and looked down. 

 

She saw Kisa’s naked lower body joined with hers. The moment she saw his member, not fully sheathed, her face turned bright red.

“H, how did we do it before…?”

“Like pirates.”

“Like pirates…?”

“Like this.”

 

Taking advantage of her moment of distraction, Kisa buried himself to the hilt. 

 

He swallowed her scream, pushing his hot tongue into her lips, parted in pain.

“Mmph, hng…!”

“Hah…”

Blowing his hot breath into her heated mouth, he immediately began moving his hips roughly. 

 

He had learned from past experience that it was better to drive her mindless immediately rather than giving her an ambiguous period to adjust.

 

He pulled her slender waist tightly toward him and thrust his hips upward powerfully. 

 

Her dripping wet sex made a messy, squelching sound each time their flesh met.

Biche was deeply ashamed of herself for screaming as if begging. 

 

Before she knew it, the pain had vanished, and only the desire to feel him even deeper was consuming her body.

 

Unable to bear the embarrassment, she bit her lower lip hard, and a thick finger slipped into the seam of her lips.

 

“Why do you keep holding back your sounds?”

“Hh, mmph…!”

“Stop biting your lip. You’ll hurt yourself.”

 

“Nn, hhu…”

“That’s it.”

The conversation, as if heard in a dream, repeated. He pressed down firmly on her tongue with his rough fingertip. 

 

Without realizing it, Biche licked his finger, then pursed her lips and sucked on it with a soft, audible sound.

It was an instinctive act to swallow the pooled saliva in her mouth, but it seemed to be a major stimulus for Kisa. 

 

He frowned fiercely and drove his hips into her even more roughly.

The places his fingers touched felt like they were burning. And it was the same for Kisa.

 

The finger she had bitten felt like it was on fire. Kisa moved his finger in a circle over her tongue and slammed his hips into her powerfully.