Die Melusine - Chapter 70

She don’t know if she had ever felt this unbearable before.

Eventually losing her grip on Kieron’s collar, Melusine involuntarily grabbed a handful of the man’s hair. Every inch tickled with his touch between her fingers.

“Ha… Hmph….”

The man hovering below was too slow. He doesn’t hurry, just flicks his tongue over her slit, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

“Melusine.”

“Mmm…?”

“Tell me.”

He wraps his lips around the fleshy mound of womanhood in his mouth and bites down, sucking slowly.

Melusine might not be fully aware of the sensations yet, but the slight twitch in her ankle was surely from the anticipation of what was to come.

“Ah… wh-what…”

“You said you wanted to, didn’t you?”

Kieron parted the flesh that covered her for a moment and licked the red flesh from bottom to top. The scent of her body wafted from the tip of his tongue. He wanted to nibble roughly and plunge his tongue in right away, but it didn’t feel bad to hold back the surge of desire for a moment.

Melusine’s legs tensed and stiffened as his tongue moved deeper and deeper. Sensitive to her changing reactions, he raised the tip of his tongue to flick her already slightly engorged clit.

“Hmph!”

A tingling sensation shot through her navel. She arched her back wildly, and Kieron’s large hand pinned her down, stroking her inner thigh.

“Here?”

A quick, ragged breath was all he needed to answer. His deliberate, insistent pressing and licking of one spot made her clit swell taut and hard. It stuck out like a sore thumb, and he wanted to rub it as he always did.

“Hmm, yeah… There, there… again.”

Where did the man who pretended to suck gently but ended up crushing and roughly eating her with his tongue and fingers and finally swallowing her whole go?

Melusine found Kieron’s behavior different than usual. Unlike before, when he would often rush in with overwhelming passion, this time he lingered — asking questions, taking his time, exploring her reactions with unusual gentleness. Though she found it unfamiliar and a little overwhelming, the sensations were so intense that she couldn’t focus enough to make sense of her thoughts.

Her body had changed again, as it always did when she left the water and walked on land — something Kieron understood better than anyone. He didn’t need to ask where or how she liked to be touched; he already knew. But tonight, he still asked, still watched, still took his time — and that made it feel somehow more intimate and unfamiliar than the passion she was used to.

Though the sensations were pleasurable, it was that careful, almost reverent touch that truly unsettled her — because it felt less like possession and more like something tender, something she hadn’t quite learned how to accept yet.

“St– stop….”

This wasn’t what he had taught her.

Back when he gave her no space, when he’d push in roughly and overwhelm her with unrelenting pleasure, she could barely keep up — always floundering in the tide. But she’d gotten used to that.

What felt more unfamiliar, more difficult to endure, was this version of Kieron — the one who held her so delicately, as if savoring her, as if trying to melt her down slowly in his mouth.

Even without looking directly down at me, she could clearly feel where his tongue was rubbing now.

It was so naked that Kieron brought his lips together and sucked slowly on her clit, biting down without hurting her, even making a sound on purpose.

“This feels… strange… ngh—it’s too much… I can’t…”

“Haa… Mel.”

When he said her name, the shape of his lips sent his warm breath directly against her most sensitive place.

And at the same time, a slick warmth trickled between her thighs.

It felt as though every sensation in her body was being drawn downward—all of it, converging below.

Her heartbeat pounded louder and louder, until the rhythm seemed to echo all the way to the crown of her head—each pulse bursting like invisible bubbles of sensation across her body.
It was like the first snow she had seen with Kieron by the sea not long ago—cool crystals landing softly on her skin, plop, plop, one by one.

The sound of him, the way he drew her in, grew louder, more insistent. The damp heat between her legs made it clear—Melusine was already soaked.
Her body, moving on its own, silently opened, aching with a need she could no longer suppress.

“Kieron.”

Just moments ago, she’d been fully immersed in water—yet now, she felt even wetter than then.
The pleasure that rushed in so suddenly and completely had only built upon itself, layer by layer, until her breath grew uneven with tension that had no release.

Ah… I want to be one with him. I want him… to come into me. Deeply.

Melusine had often replayed the moment when a man’s penis entered her.

The moment when a seemingly unbearable pillar of flesh slashes through her body and enters her, and the unbearable droplets fill Melusine’s stomach, cascade down her throat, and eventually engulf her entire body.

“Stop… ngh… I want you. Please.”

Kieron had been covering her lower body with relentless kisses—pressing in with his mouth and nose as if to consume her completely. Only then did he finally lift his head.
Melusine couldn’t possibly be unaware of the glistening sheen around his lips.

“And where did you learn to beg like that?”

He certainly didn’t remember teaching her.

Tilting his head slightly, Kieron began to peel off his soaked clothing—deliberately, and at an agonizingly slow pace.

Looking down at the precarious look in her eyes—a gaze on the edge of desire—Kieron felt a deep, throbbing sense of satisfaction rise within him. Even without doing anything yet, it was as if he had already poured himself into her a thousand times.

His bare body, every time she saw it, struck her anew—so large and unyielding. In fact, he seemed even more imposing without his clothes, almost overwhelmingly so.

Melusine reached out and placed her hand on his chest, where the muscles split wide and firm. Thump, thump. She could feel the beat of his heart under her fingertips.

Was he expecting it too, just like she was? He wouldn’t answer even if she asked. So, just this once, she decided to believe whatever she wanted to believe.

She ran her index finger slowly down his body, rough and lumpy as a beach rock, until she reached the top of his navel, where it rose thick and stiff.

“Ugh.”

Something oozed out of the crack in his shaft, wetting her finger.

She put it in her mouth and sucked on it as if mesmerized. The smell of man, similar to the last time she’d had his penis in her mouth, was strong.

“You…”

Just then, Kieron took Melusine’s hand and brought her fingers back to his mouth.
He bit down gently near her knuckles, then sucked with the same intense pull he used when kissing her—deep and deliberate.

The way his tongue curled around her finger and traced along it made her shiver. The sensation was so strange, so vivid, it sent a wave of heat pooling low inside her.

“Haa… mm!”

It was a matter of seconds before her legs spread and her hips lifted.

He rubbed his cock over her unleashed womanhood. He can already hear the squeak of flesh against flesh.

“Aaaah….”

The woman’s parted lips trembled slightly.

The man’s penis, which had been hovering just outside, suddenly plunged in and split Melusine’s pussy.

“Ugh.”

His mouth formed a new profanity-laced grunt. He scraped every fold of her vaginal walls, which clung to him as soon as he entered, and the wetness inside gripped him tightly as if it would never let go.

“Ki – Kieron….”

Melusine’s fingers clenched tightly around his forearm.
The pressure building inside her was almost too much to bear, and a faint crease formed between her pale brows.

“Why.”

Kieron forced the surging pleasure back down, burying it deep within himself. His voice came out colder, clipped.

“Do you… like it?”

She asked, her voice hesitant. And yet, the way her small chin tensed, the way those damp ocean-blue eyes looked up at him—it pierced something sharp into Kieron’s chest.

Do you like it too?

It was a question he hadn’t expected. For a brief moment, his thoughts seemed to freeze.

“D-Do you… hng… Kieron, do you like this too?”

Melusine’s voice came again, softer, wetter than before—thick with uncertainty and longing.

Kieron cupped her cheek and leaned in, lowering his torso until their bodies met fully. He guided her legs around his waist, deepening their closeness, and whispered low against her ear.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

That it wasn’t bad.

Before she could ask more, he silenced her with a kiss—his lips sealing over hers, his movement leaving no room for further questions. As his presence surged within her, Melusine squeezed her eyes shut, barely able to hold onto his shoulders.

“Not bad,” she thought.

But not bad wasn’t the same as good, was it? Each time his chest pressed into hers, each time her breath caught in the tight ache of closeness, the question returned.

Was this enough?

Did she really expect him to say yes? Melusine was embarrassed, not sure why she’d just done that, why she’d asked such an impulsive question.

All she had to do was mix their bodies together like this.

She’d put in as much as he wanted, and they’d rock together all over the place, and then he’d plant the seeds, just like she wanted, and that would be it.

Really… would it be?

Then Kieron grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over.

Panicked, Melusine fell to her hands and knees, barely touching the grass, and the man holding her pelvis didn’t even give her time to groan as he buried his cock to the root.

“Hh—ah…!”

The vagina was suddenly pulled out and then repeatedly inserted at a steady pace until the end, making her lower body tingle.

The fluid leaking out from the joint splashed here and there, and the extreme pleasure that started in her lower abdomen surged up her spine to the tip of her head. Each time, something inside Melusine clenched tighter—so tight it almost hurt.

Is it supposed to be like this? Can something that feels so overwhelmingly good also ache this much?

Kieron’s grip on her tightened, one hand pressing into her chest while his movements grew more forceful.

“Ugh… I—I want to see your face…”

Her voice trembled, breaking with the plea.

The pleasure that came from him pressing deeper from behind was even more intense than when they faced each other—yet somehow, her heart felt even emptier.

A hollow ache welled up inside her, quiet but deep. She wanted to see his face. Desperately.

If only she could look into those golden eyes—just that—maybe she could lean on them, pour out all the tangled, overwhelming feelings that were building up inside her.

His breath—shallow at first, now growing rougher—brushed across her back. And with each forceful movement, the waves of pleasure that had claimed her body surged toward their peak.

But even as they became one in the most intimate way, Melusine could feel it.

The more desperately she clung to him, the further away he seemed to drift.

“Haa… nn…”

Pressing her shoulders into the grass, Kieron gave his cock a slow thrust. His shaft pressed against her vaginal wall, sliding all the way to the neck of her womb, where it was now completely dry.

“Mel.”

Her shoulders slumped at the sound of the man’s deep voice in her ear.

Kieron was inside her, thrashing and grunting as he took her all the way. She knows now what that means.

Melusine instinctively tightened downward, the traces of his cum filling her hotly inside.

Kieron held her tightly, bouncing his pelvis to plant his seed deeper and longer inside her.

Panting helplessly beneath him, Melusine realized that the real answer to her question from earlier was yes.

The real answer to the question she’d asked him earlier.

Now it wasn’t just good, it was bad.

Mating with him was too good. As good as it was, it hurt just as much.