Sea Monster Stew Chapter 64

Even the small teeth that bit down hard on his fingers every time he thrust into her were adorable. 

 

The weak strength of her jaw, weaker than a young beast’s bite, sent shivers down his spine again and again.

 

“It doesn’t hurt, you can bite harder.”

“Mm, ngh…!”

 

“No, you can even bite it off if you want, so try biting harder.”

 

Kisa pressed down firmly on her clitoris with the damp hand he’d pulled from her mouth, while simultaneously moving his hips rapidly.

 

Once again, he thought it was a shame he lacked his left hand, and he stroked her soft nape with his blunt left wrist.

 

At that moment, Biche tightened sharply below and reached her climax first. 

 

Kisa, too, buried deep within her, rotated his hips with a languid motion.

 

As he spilled himself into her convulsing, twitching inner walls, he buried his nose in her soft neck.

 

“Hhuu, ugh.”

“Ha…”

 

He deliberately let a heated moan escape near her ear, enjoying the aftermath. 

 

Biche looked up at his thick neck and handsome face, both flushed red, with dazed eyes. 

 

The place that had hurt so much she thought she might faint was now soaked in a tingling pleasure, twitching on its own.

 

Her whole body felt heavy, like waterlogged cotton. 

 

All she could do was tremble from the intermittent, shivering waves of pleasure.

Her eyelids slid shut of their own accord. 

 

Her mind was hazy, but she didn’t dislike this distant feeling. 

 

Kisa seemed to be whispering something near her ear, but she ultimately couldn’t overcome the overwhelming tide and fell asleep.

 

* * *

 

Every muscle in her body was screaming. Her lower back ached so much she could barely stand it.

 

“Hhuuk…”

 

Biche slowly opened her eyes to a dull, sore pain. 

 

Kisa’s bare chest filled her vision. 

 

They were in the exact same position as when she had first regained consciousness. 

 

He was letting her use his arm as a pillow, his eyes gently closed.

 

Feeling a foreign sensation below, Biche slowly lifted the blanket. 

 

She saw his lower body pressed flush against hers, and her own entrance, still deeply filled by his hardened length.

‘Have I gone crazy?’ 

 

As she lifted her blazing red face, her gaze met Kisa’s burning eyes.

 

“Done looking?”

 

They say when you’re too shocked, you can’t even scream. 

 

Biche experienced that firsthand. 

 

So startled was she that her inner walls, still holding him, clenched tight on their own. He let out a short moan and furrowed his brow.

 

“Not much time has passed, but you were sleeping pretty deeply.”

 

Kisa spoke nonchalantly and moved on top of her again. 

 

Then, he grabbed one of her slender ankles tightly and lifted it high. 

 

Biche felt his manhood, growing even larger inside her, and her eyes widened.

 

“Wh-what are you doing…?”

“Huh? What do you mean, what?”

“Sob…”

“Just finishing what we started.”

 

Kisa replied flatly and buried his face in Biche’s swollen breasts. 

 

As he nibbled on her now thoroughly swollen nipples and moved his hips with a deep, languid rhythm, he could feel her inner walls softly contracting around him.

 

Thinking he wanted to fill her small head, just like this part of her below, entirely with himself, he swallowed her trembling lips in one go.

 

* * *

 

She had no idea how many days had passed since the wedding day. 

 

The only places permitted to Biche were the captain’s quarters and its attached bathroom.

 

The memory of last standing on her own two feet outside the bed felt like a distant dream. 

 

Even when moving to the bathroom occasionally, she had to be carried in Kisa’s arms.

 

Even in the bathroom, he didn’t stop his touches. 

 

He washed her body, combed her hair, and persistently showered her with soft, relentless kisses, as if caring for a child.

 

Each time, Biche thought it was fortunate the bathroom water was filtered fresh water. 

 

If she got wet with seawater and her scales, gills, and webbed feet were revealed… She didn’t even want to imagine what would happen after that.

 

Even food could only reach her mouth through Kisa’s hands. 

 

He brought heaping amounts of food to the captain’s quarters for every meal, and he couldn’t even stand her holding the utensils herself.

 

He put a spoonful of porridge into her mouth and personally cut sweet fruit to place between her parted lips.

 

If she desperately refused out of the embarrassment of feeling like a child, he would invariably slump his broad shoulders and put on a sullen expression.

 

“When I was locked in solitary, I kept myself going by imagining taking care of you… Is it really not okay?”

“Sigh, really…”

“Just one last time? Hmm?”

 

The problem was that his pleading, mixed with spoiled whining, never ended there. 

 

Whether washing her body or feeding her, he would invariably join his body with hers. 

 

It seemed he never grew tired of holding her, no matter how much he did it.

 

He explored Biche’s body incessantly, to the point where the line between night and day grew blurry. 

 

No matter how often the bedsheets were changed for clean, new ones, they were always a mess, and every nook and cranny of her body was filled with Kisa’s traces.

 

She wanted to push him away, complaining of fatigue and pain, but every time Kisa caressed her body, her senses invariably awakened and her breath grew short.

 

She wanted to hold him tight and be buried flawlessly in his broad embrace. 

 

Each time, Biche had to simultaneously feel a fulfilling satisfaction and a hollow sense of self-reproach.

 

‘…I can’t even bring up the topic of Calante and Fui…’

 

To explain the circumstances of how those two were taken to Hildert’s territory, she would ultimately have to reveal that their true identities were sea monsters.

 

‘Would it be okay? Kisa cherishes and desires me this much, after all. Maybe, even if he knew I was a half-breed, he wouldn’t be disappointed in me. But, what if he is disappointed…?’

 

On one such day, as her anxiety deepened, Admiral Moose visited at a time when, with the porthole covered, it was impossible to tell if it was day or night. 

 

She entered the captain’s quarters unannounced while Kisa was away.

 

“My, what a state you’re in.”

She couldn’t hide her shock upon seeing Biche, who had just woken up and was struggling to sit up, her body disheveled.

“What a beast, truly a beast.”

“Ah…”

“Ah, I meant Kisa is the beast, not you, so don’t misunderstand?”

 

Biche covered her body with the crumpled blanket and watched Moose warily. 

 

Even if they were both women, it was still embarrassing to show her naked body, covered in Kisa’s marks, to Moose. 

 

After Kisa had gone out, saying he’d get her new clothes, she had nothing suitable to wear.

 

‘And why did he have to tear the nightgown again…?!’

 

She resented Kisa, who had torn the thin nightgown in his excitement last night. 

 

If she had known she’d be exposed so defenselessly before Admiral Moose like this, she would have scratched long marks across his handsome face.

 

“Oh my, you don’t need to cover up. Kisa sent me.”

Admiral Moose waved her hand dismissively and sat comfortably on the bed.

 

“He said Hildert put some kind of brand or something on your body? I came to see what it is, so lie on your stomach for me.”

 

Her tone was ambiguously poised between impudence and politeness.

 

Biche tilted her head, confused, then laboriously turned onto her stomach on the bed. 

 

As she wriggled desperately under the blanket to cover her lower body, Moose chuckled and moved closer to her.

 

“Let’s see, you said it was on your back, right, probably…?”

 

Moose’s face darkened rapidly as she hummed and examined Biche’s back. 

 

She blinked her wide eyes and then placed a cold hand on Biche’s back.

 

“That lunatic. Even for a pirate, how could someone from Whecoca recklessly use forbidden magic…?”

 

Biche glanced up at her, frightened by her muttered curses.

 

“Forbidden magic? What kind of magic is it…?”

 

“We need to go to Kisa first. Come on, get up.”

 

Without answering, Moose pulled her upright. 

 

The moment her bite-mark-covered chest was exposed before Moose’s eyes, Biche let out a sharp shriek and hurriedly covered herself with the blanket.

 

“O-oh, I have no clothes! Where can I go like this!”

“What’s going on!”

 

As if he had rushed over upon hearing the scream, the door suddenly burst open and Kisa appeared. 

 

His face, twisted in anger, relaxed the moment he spotted Admiral Moose.

 

“What, it was you?”

“You damn brat. I told you to act like a proper pirate, when did I tell you to imprison your lady in a room?”

“Why the sudden nagging? Just explain what the brand on Arco’s back is.”

 

Kisa snorted and strode purposefully towards the bed. 

 

He was holding clean clothes, seemingly freshly fetched from the laundry, but there was only one set. 

 

Biche found it irritating that he always brought only one set, even though he could easily bring spares.