The Little Merman Demands Legs from the Sea Witch - Chapter 32
He had been restraining himself ever since the day he borrowed the book from Iko. When he realized what that heavy, throbbing sensation between his legs really was, he felt a mix of frustration and longing.
There had been a perfect opportunity, but like a fool, he had gone into the water to cool down. On the bright side, that gave him time to read the book and imagine how to go about it.
He had been so immersed in it that he even dreamt about it, and when he woke up in the early hours, he found traces of a sticky substance left behind in reality.
In that moment, he had felt an overwhelming urge to take Iko, who was still asleep. Thankfully, his sense of reason returned when he remembered how she had been in pain the last time he touched her without control.
“I’ve been holding back, making sure I wouldn’t hurt you, just fidgeting with the sand.”
He had waited until he felt confident that he could touch her gently, enough for her to feel good without any pain.
“Impressive, right?”
Kashmir leaned down, his lips puckering slightly, as if asking for a kiss as a reward for his restraint. Iko found it ridiculous that he was so proud of himself and boldly asking for a reward, but she also couldn’t deny that his effort was somewhat commendable.
“Are you really sure you won’t hurt me? This is my first time.”
“It’s my first time too, but I promise. I’ll treat you as carefully as my father does his cherished beard.”
Though his comparison wasn’t exactly reassuring, Iko leaned in and gave him a light kiss on the lips. She then whispered in a barely audible voice that if he hurt her, she would stop him immediately. Kashmir’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
“They say it starts when the water flows.”
He eagerly removed Iko’s underwear. She turned her head to the side, feeling awkward and unsure of what to do. The only comfort was that in the darkness, he wouldn’t be able to see her body clearly.
Kashmir felt around her perineum, searching for her entrance. Based on what he had read, it should be somewhere around there.
Iko felt a strange sensation as his touch, surprisingly gentle, moved over her. It seemed his promise not to hurt her wasn’t a lie. As Iko began to relax, Kashmir suddenly slipped a finger inside her.
“Ah!”
Startled, Iko let out a sound, and Kashmir looked at her face.
He gazed down at her, then slightly pulled back the finger he had inserted. With just one finger inside, he gently explored the walls of her entrance.
“Next time, give me a warning when you’re going to do that.”
“Got it.”
Kashmir kissed Iko’s furrowed face repeatedly. She exhaled deeply, trying to relax her body. She remembered reading that if she tensed up, it would hurt, and things would be difficult.
As Iko relaxed, her entrance gradually opened up more. Kashmir slowly pushed his finger in deeper.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. But it’s… it feels strange. It tickles a bit.”
Reassured that she wasn’t in pain, Kashmir gently withdrew his finger before pushing it back in slowly. He watched Iko’s face closely as he moved his finger inside her, causing her hips to twitch involuntarily.
Noting her reaction, he searched for the spot that made her twitch again. It wasn’t hard to find since she responded each time he touched it.
He had found her sensitive spot. Kashmir made a mental note of it and then pulled his finger out entirely. His finger glistened with her fluids.
“I guess I’m doing it right.”
He showed her his wet finger, proud of the evidence. Iko squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. But she was startled when she heard the sound of something being sucked.
To her shock, Kashmir was licking the fluid off his own finger. After savoring the taste, he nodded as if satisfied.
“Delicious. Everything you make is always delicious.”
Iko was horrified that he could casually critique the taste like that. He claimed everything was delicious, but this was beyond belief. She thought his sense of taste was beyond hopeless.
Unperturbed, Kashmir licked his lips and shifted his gaze from his finger to her entrance.
“But there wasn’t much on my finger, so I guess I’ll have to taste it directly.”
