Die Melusine - Chapter 56 (M)

There was a hint of the sea on her tongue. Kieron sucked hungrily at Melusine’s soft, damp flesh, then dragged his tongue across her lower lip, smearing it slightly. Mmm. Nngh. Her muffled moans spilled into his mouth, and he welcomed them greedily.

Every time his tongue dove deeper and stroked along hers, Melusine’s closed eyes fluttered—those pale pink lashes trembling like petals in a breeze.

It was fascinating to watch her react—the way her face twitched subtly with each shift of their kiss, how their tongues tangled, pulled, and pressed in a dance of heat and hunger.

Any thoughts she’d had earlier about the strange scar on his neck were long forgotten, swept away in the tide of their deepening kiss.

He always kissed her like this—so deep and overwhelming that her whole mouth would tingle afterward. Kieron’s tongue moved with relentless intensity, constantly swirling and pulling, always faster than Melusine could keep up. Just like that first time, when she had sung the Vercez for him.

But tonight was different.

Not that it was gentle—no, it was never truly gentle with him. But unlike usual, he wasn’t simply taking what he wanted. It felt like he was letting her set the pace. Like he was moving in tune with what she wanted.

When she curled her tongue away, instead of forcing it back, he only teased the soft, inner parts with his own, coaxing her to return to him. And she did—without realizing it, she leaned in, mouth seeking his again.

Chup. Chup.

The wet, delicate sounds their lips made seemed unusually soft—careful, even—and somehow, that unfamiliar caution made her flush deeper. Her belly tingled with a slow, spreading warmth.

After what felt like forever, his lips finally pulled away.

Still dizzy from the kiss, Melusine couldn’t fully open her eyes. As she hesitated in that dazed moment, something warm and blunt began nudging against her lips—tap, tap.

Kieron’s arousal, hot and heavy, pressed insistently at her mouth.

Seeing her lying there beneath him, lips flushed and slightly parted, eyes closed in surrender—it was unbearable. The sight of her like this, soft and open, and the mere thought that any man but him might have once seen her like this—even for a second—twisted something deep in his gut.

“Mm?”

When Melusine came to her senses, she realized Kieron was pressing against her lips with his arousal—harder than she’d ever felt from him before.

At the tip of the dusky shaft, a bead of clear fluid slowly trickled down, glistening in the low light.

“Wh-what…?” she murmured, breath catching. Hhht.

The unmistakable scent of him filled her senses, sharp and raw, curling at her nose. Her heart pounded fast—loud enough that she could hear it echo in her ears.

Unlike what she’d experienced in the emperor’s chamber, this wasn’t unpleasant. Not at all. But she still didn’t know how to react, only fumbled with her lips in hesitation.

“Mel. Wider.”

Why? Why was it that when he gave a command, she couldn’t say no?
More than that—why did she not want to?

As soon as she opened her mouth wide as she could, as he commanded, the man’s thing was rushed into her small lips.

“Uuuup… uh.”

She opened her mouth obediently as he told her to, but she didn’t expect this to happen. Melusine, who was flustered, froze a little, but Kieron continued to thrust his penis in.

He barely managed to insert the glans, and Melusine’s cheeks, which were full inside her mouth, became bulgy.

Her mouth was also this narrow, like below.

Even with just this much, the tight pressure around him made a sharp tingle run all the way up to Kieron’s head. He wondered if he could even move properly inside her at all.

His hand traced over the bulge of her cheek, shaped unmistakably by him, with quiet satisfaction.
When he gave it a few light taps, she responded instinctively—lips tightening and drawing him in deeper with a slow, wet pull.

Overcome by a sudden rush of sensation, he grabbed a fistful of her soft pink hair.

“Mm—? Mm, ngh.”

With her mouth completely filled by him, Melusine could only breathe through her nose, and even that was difficult. As she gasped for air, Kieron’s deep, unyielding voice fell upon her.

“Do it properly.”

At that moment, she thought she saw something different flicker in his eyes—something unlike his usual gaze.

“Ah—mmph!”

Kieron pulled her hair back, tilting her head deliberately, and then pressed his hips forward, burying himself deep.

In one thrust, he reached the back of her throat, brushing her soft palate, triggering an involuntary gag. She tried to steady her breath, gasping instinctively.

But he gave her little pause—driving in again, this time even deeper, until he was fully sheathed.

Each movement from Kieron drew strained, choking sounds from her throat.

Lying back, with more and more of him pushing into her mouth, Melusine struggled to keep up. She could no longer tell if the slickness trailing down her throat was her own saliva or something from him.

Even with her mouth already full, the overflow spilled from her lips, trickling down her chin.

The lack of air left her lightheaded, the edges of her awareness blurring. She couldn’t think—of where she was, of what time it was. All she could do was feel Kieron’s presence—every motion in and out—commanding her entire body’s focus.

Haa… hah…

She could hear Kieron’s breathing growing heavier, rougher. And she didn’t dislike it. No—she liked it.

A man who always seemed composed, unshaken, unreadable—was now visibly stirred because of her. Each time he revealed even a flicker of something different, something raw, it filled her chest with a slow, aching satisfaction.

What made it even more absurd—yet undeniably real—was that even now, Melusine could feel herself growing wet below. As if her body was echoing the intensity with which he filled her mouth, craving the same deep, consuming touch between her legs.

Whether out of desperation or strain, Melusine kept shifting restlessly—but Kieron didn’t rush. He moved with deliberate control, slowly driving himself in to the hilt, then pulling back, again and again.

Then, at a certain moment—when he was buried deep and felt her throat tighten around him—he suddenly stilled.

Haa… mmm… ngh.
His release came in a slow, forceful wave, pouring straight down her throat. There was no need to urge her to swallow; her body accepted everything he gave, until he finally, gradually pulled back.

“Kuh… khh—”

Kieron glared down at the woman as she curled up and coughed up a cough that had been building for a while. The precum on the tip of his glans dripped, falling onto Melusine’s face.

Wiping it off on his finger, Kieron probed the inside of the woman’s mouth. The slimy, slippery inside felt so satisfyingly like her own vagina. When he withdrew his finger, Melusine coughed up the last of it.

“Why.”

Kieron’s voice was low as he looked down at her tear-filled blue eyes, his thumb tracing over her lips—now messy with more than just tears.

“Why don’t you push me away?”

“Haa… wh-what?”

“That song… the one you sang before. You could’ve sung it for me too.”

He was a man who never spoke without reason. If he already knew the answer, he didn’t ask. And if knowing it changed nothing, he didn’t bother to listen.

But ever since bringing Melusine into his bedroom, Kieron had started asking pointless things.

Even when he knew the answers. Even when the answers meant nothing.

Melusine was always honest—always gave him her truest self. But somehow, it never seemed like he really heard her.

What he wanted to know now was this: Why was it that she could sing that song—the one that meant no, the one that meant stop—to Edvard… but never once to him?

Just as she opened her mouth to answer, Kieron silenced her with a kiss—as if he’d never intended to hear her response in the first place.

His mouth moved over hers, tasting her with that familiar, sharp scent still lingering between them. Without warning, his hand slipped beneath her skirt.

“…You’re wet.”

A dry, almost amused breath escaped his lips, brushing against hers mid-kiss.

Melusine looked up at him with reddened eyes and gave a small nod. She already knew.

“Sing it. For me too.”

“…What?”

Melusine’s eyes widened, startled—unsure of what he meant.

“Sing the same song,” Kieron said quietly, his finger tracing slowly over the damp fabric of her undergarments.

“Push me away. Say no.”

As he spoke, his fingertip slipped under the thin strap holding her underwear in place, undoing it with ease.
Then, with a single motion, he brushed aside the layers of her skirt—ones she herself had never fully managed to untangle—and lifted her by the hips until she was right before him.

“I don’t… ah, nn—”

“What is it you don’t want?”

He bit into her wet pussy like it was a piece of cake.

“Hmph!”

It couldn’t be that she didn’t like it. Instead of a song of denial, Melusine’s mouth was filled with a squeal of pleasure.

The woman’s back trembled sweetly as he took the creamy, molten flesh of her pussy between his lips and sucked slowly.

“Ah… a little… hng… more…”

It was the first time the man—who always took her with rough, unrestrained urgency—was this slow, this deliberate in his touch. As Kieron devoured her from below with focused, precise movements, she could do nothing but surrender to each wave.

Pleasure, starting from the tips of her toes, surged higher and higher like an unstoppable tide.

The man’s tongue parted the naked slit and plunged right into the red flesh, the pointed tip of his tongue probing the vaginal opening and then plunging in. The pelvis in his hands jerked together.

The high bridge of the nose crushed the clitoris, the narrow slit ravaged by his tongue.

Her legs, still awkwardly human, tingling beneath him as he nibbles and sucks, don’t feel like her own at all.

“Kieron… it’s too much… stop…”

The man lifted his face from between her thighs and quietly looked down at Melusine’s pleading expression.

“Not like that. Sing it for me.”

But Melusine firmly shook her head from side to side.

“I can’t… Not to you, Kieron… I just can’t…”

A flicker of light passed through Kieron’s golden eyes.

It was a light like a shard of ice—so cold it felt like it might burn you. But once you touched it, the surface would blaze uncontrollably.

“Even so.”

He straightened his upper body, settling himself between her legs. His hand slid slowly across Melusine’s flat lower abdomen, as if gauging the place he would soon enter.

“At least now… you know who your master is.”