The Little Merman Demands Legs from the Sea Witch - Chapter 47
“Harder. Mmmngh, try doing it harder.”
“Are you sure?”
Kashmir paused his thrusting, surprised by Iko’s request. He didn’t understand what had caused this change in her attitude, especially after she had previously warned him that there would be no next time if it hurt. But he saw this as an opportunity to do as he pleased.
Without hesitation, Kashmir decided to indulge in her body. He thrust deeply and forcefully, filling Iko completely. She felt a surge of satisfaction as he entered her the way she wanted.
But the satisfaction was short-lived. Iko quickly sensed that something was off.
“Oh, ah, hngh!”
Iko realized that his s***t had reached a spot deeper than usual, a place he had never touched before. Every time he thrust, her vision flickered, and her body trembled. The pounding sensation resonated throughout her body, making it impossible for her to close her mouth as she gasped for breath.
Kashmir noticed the different sensation as well. Previously, he had always been careful not to go too deep, but now he could feel himself reaching the very end, and he loved it.
“It’s so… ha, does it feel good when I hit here?”
He thrust even harder, as if he was trying to pierce through her, and Iko’s body shuddered as she struggled to breathe. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and her toes curled.
“No, no. Stop. Hngh!”
Before Iko could even ride the wave of her climax, Kashmir continued to thrust into her with the same force. Seeing her cling to him, kissing his lips frantically despite her protests, drove him wild with love.
Kashmir felt an overwhelming urge to release inside her, but he held back, determined to keep going until she completely lost control.
He didn’t care if she criticized him later for being driven solely by lust. Right now, all Kashmir could think about was feeling good with her.
“Iko, I love you. You’re so cute,” Kashmir murmured with a low moan.
No matter how fun something was, he usually lost interest after a few times. But mating with her was different. He could do it every day and never get tired of it.
“Ah, Iko, I think I’m going to come.”
He whispered to her, his voice filled with pleasure. Kashmir placed Iko on the bed, raising her knees and positioning her on all fours.
He inserted his throbbing s***t, on the verge of release, into her well-lubricated entrance. Iko buried her face in the pillow, muffling the sounds escaping from her lips.
Kashmir grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer as he thrust deeply, with each movement shaking her body. Now that he had discovered how to penetrate her fully, he wasn’t going to forget that feeling. He continued pounding into her, driving deep inside, until he was about to climax.
“Ha, ngh, hngh…!”
Iko, mouth agape, accepted him without thought or hesitation. She had no time to speak or even think as Kashmir finally released his thick load inside her.
“Hah, Iko…”
Kashmir sighed, letting go of her wrists as she collapsed onto the bed. He gently caressed her bottom, kneeling beside her.
Even after finishing, Kashmir didn’t immediately withdraw. He didn’t want any of his release to spill out, so he stayed inside, plugging her entrance.
However, it seemed there was more stored up from the past two weeks than he anticipated, as some of it began to seep out. Kashmir lifted her hips slightly, holding her pelvis as he raised her bottom. Iko’s limp legs fell open, resting against his thighs.
“Just one more time,” Kashmir whispered, already starting to move before Iko, who was still dazed from her release, could respond.
***
Despite Iko’s pleas to stop, Kashmir continued, and now he was paying the price.
“Here you go, my lady. I’ve prepared a meal for you, though it’s a bit late.”
He presented her with a tray of carefully mashed potatoes and a sandwich with bacon.
Even after their extended session, he still hadn’t transformed back into his merman form.
Iko, who had been reading a book in bed, snapped it shut and looked down at the tray with a sullen expression.
“Bacon.”
“I made sure it’s cooked just the way you like it.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Iko picked up the sandwich and glared at Kashmir with a stern expression. Kashmir thought that her sharp gaze made her look like the wicked witch people often talked about.
“If you ever do that again, I’ll turn you into bacon.”
“Understood.”
Kashmir pretended to shiver in fear, though in reality, he wasn’t scared at all. She had made the same threat at least ten times already. So Kashmir took her words as a somewhat frightening but ultimately endearing way of expressing her affection.
“How does it taste?” he asked eagerly as Iko took a big bite of the sandwich.
“It’s alright.”
Even though it wasn’t exactly praise, Kashmir felt triumphant. Iko shot him a sideways glance, astonished by his reaction.
“‘Alright’ doesn’t mean it’s good.”
“But it doesn’t mean it’s bad, either.”
Kashmir puffed out his chest, proud of what he saw as significant progress.
