The Little Merman Demands Legs from the Sea Witch - Chapter 36
When Iko tried to stall, Kashmir interrupted her. She opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t bring herself to speak. Perhaps it was more accurate to say she just couldn’t.
Kashmir, who had been moving slowly, suddenly grabbed her hips and thrust harder, each motion causing his length to scrape against her inner walls, making Iko gasp for breath.
“Hah… Ah… Ngh… Mmph…”
With each forceful thrust, Kashmir seemed determined to push in as deep as possible, leaving Iko with no room to speak. The wet sounds of friction filled the room.
After a series of quick thrusts, Kashmir paused briefly. Iko used the moment to catch her breath, but it didn’t last long.
Kashmir wrapped his arms around Iko and leaned forward.
“It’s… too deep… too fast… ngh…”
As soon as Iko’s back hit the bed, Kashmir pressed her knees toward her chest and began pounding into her again. Each time he withdrew completely before slamming back in, Iko felt her mind slipping further away, unable to close her mouth, causing drool to drip down her chin.
Kashmir continued thrusting deeply, each motion filled with a growing desire to spill his seed inside her while simultaneously wanting to prolong this pleasure.
“So cute… Iko, you’re so cute…”
Kashmir licked up the saliva trailing down her chin, sucking on it. Iko couldn’t speak through the sounds of pleasure, so instead, she dug her nails into his back. Every time Kashmir’s relentless thrusts caused water to overflow from Iko, she scratched his back even more.
No matter how many scratches she inflicted, he didn’t stop, causing Iko’s body to shake uncontrollably. Then, with a particularly hard thrust, Kashmir pushed deeper than ever before.
A wave of intense pleasure washed over Iko, causing her vision to blur. Her insides tightened around the hard pillar inside her, trying to hold onto it.
“Ugh…”
Kashmir groaned as he pulled Iko close, releasing inside her. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, a testament to his exertion, as he caught his breath. Iko’s body and hair were also drenched in sweat.
“Iko.”
Kashmir found Iko, who was breathing heavily, utterly endearing. He brushed back her damp hair and planted a firm kiss on her exposed forehead.
“You’re heavy.”
Iko complained, weakly trying to push him away. Unfortunately, she was too exhausted, and her arms had no strength left. She could feel the mixture of fluids, some not her own, leaking from her entrance.
Kashmir, pretending to move aside, reached for her chest.
As Iko stared blankly, she suddenly remembered how he had hurt her before when he grabbed her chest. She quickly sat up and shook her head firmly.
“No touching my chest.”
“I promise it won’t hurt this time. It’ll feel good too,”
Kashmir spoke in a soothing voice as he grabbed her ankle with a sly grin. With a quick tug, Iko found herself back on the bed.
“If you don’t like me squeezing, I’ll just suck on them.”
Kashmir licked his lips as he unbuttoned her nightgown one button at a time. Once he succeeded in freeing her brxxsts from the fabric, he prodded her nxxple with his finger.
“I’ve been wanting to suck on these for a while.”
After a few playful pokes, Kashmir took her brxxst in his hand and wrapped his lips around the nxxple. He alternated between pressing it with his tongue and swirling around it, all the while watching her reaction.
Iko felt strange. The sensation wasn’t as intense as when he thrust into her or teased her c**t, but seeing him suck on her chest made her feel a strange tickling sensation in her stomach.
“Tastes good.”
After spending some time sucking on one of her brxxsts, Kashmir pulled away and sighed contentedly. Iko struggled to understand what he meant by “tastes good”.
Nothing was coming out of her nxxple, unlike the fluids from her entrance. If she were pregnant, perhaps milk would flow, but that wasn’t the case now.
Yet, Kashmir continued to suck on the other brxxst as if honey were flowing from it. Iko, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection, buried her face in his hair and held him close as he eagerly sucked on her nxxple.
Despite being utterly spent, Iko found herself satisfied with their lovemaking. She secretly hoped that he felt as good as she did, maybe even so good that he would want to stay here forever.
Lost in these peaceful thoughts, Iko suddenly felt something strange poking at her leg.
It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar—it was the same large pillar that had been relentlessly thrusting inside her earlier.
“…Kashmir.”
“Busted, huh?”
Kashmir, who had been sucking on her brxxst, lifted his head and looked at her. The grin on his face made him look both childish and mischievous.
“You said you wanted to do it again.”
Despite being caught with an e******n, Kashmir boldly grabbed his member and rubbed it against her entrance.
“You said later!”
“Yeah, later. Since ‘later’ has passed, it’s ‘later’ now too.”
Kashmir reasoned nonsensically as he pushed the head of his cxck inside.
