“Yes,” Kadmiel says. “It’s all yours.”
It’s really devastated, but I bite my tongue before that observation leaves my mouth.
Kadmiel
I’m cooking supper for her. She’s sitting on the kitchen table and watching me. Her skin smells of shower gel, the endlessness of an ocean and her own musk. Very tempting. No, irresistible. So irresistible that I feel like a force is yanking me to her each time our glances collide.
“Did you enjoy the afternoon with your sister, Rive?”
“I did.”
I stir my vegetable curry and pull my t-shirt over my head, tossing it towards the corner of the kitchen. “She looks happy.”
“Yes, she looks happy.” Rive swings her legs then crosses her ankles.
I taste my dish and it seems perfect, so I open the door of the huge medieval cupboard and take out two silver plates.
“Do you want to eat here or in the great hall?” I ask.
“Here,” Rive says timidly. “I like it here.”
“Me too.”
“Do you like cooking?” She moves on the table like she didn’t want to say that.
“I do. I like cooking for you.”
Her jaw drops and I stifle my urge to pull her hair together, push her on her knees and drive my hard dick into her mouth. I stifle my urge to part her knees and sink my face between her thighs. Her little cunt must taste and smell divine. Fuck yeah, I could eat and drink from her cunt.
Instead, I pile the plates with my curry and put them on the table. Now, I’m going to feed my little mermaid as I did in the morning. After the meal, she’ll rub her soft body against mine as she did in the morning. I will sense her sympathy. It will probably be laced with her fear and respect, but sympathy is good. That’s a pretty good beginning.
I wish I could sense desire and love from her, but maybe as time goes by something will change in her mermaid head and she’ll start behaving as my woman should.
I drop into the chair and pull Rive onto my lap.
“Open your mouth, princess,” I say.
Rive’s eyes widen at me, but she obeys me. Good girl, so pleasantly obedient. So fucking unavailable.
I dip my fork into the dish, blow some air to cool the food for Rive then pop it into her mouth.
“Good,” she mumbles.
I notice a drop of sauce slip from the corner of her mouth, so I wipe it away from her lower lip. Her mouth is so fucking plump to touch, moist, and wonderful. So fucking mine.
Micah walks into the kitchen, his bare chest marked by two deep cuts. A demon’s claws. He looks at me then grabs his head in both his hands.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters then a wide grin crosses his face. “We’ve been living here for six hundred years and now—“
“Grab your food and get lost,” I say as I put another bit of my curry into Rive’s mouth. “How many?”
“Just two,” Micah says. “Sabrael and I decapitated them in an instant. The young ones, about one hundred years old. They’re very haughty in this age. And easy to decapitate.”
Rive retches, as her eyes turn glassy.
“Man,” I growl. “There is a woman here.”
“If she‘s going to stay with us, she has to harden,” Micah says.
“I will harden, sir Micah, I promise,” Rive says and bobs her head.
Micah shakes his head and chuckles. “Maybe we should soften, I’m fucking wondering now. You think, Kadmiel?”
“I think you should take your plate and vanish,” I say.
I’m fucking feeding my little treasure. I want her to be in a good mood, so she’ll give me more of that sweet sympathy of hers after the meal.
Micah retreats from the kitchen as I stroke Rive’s cheek.
“Fancy more food?” I ask.
“No, thank you. I’m full. It was delicious.”
Disappointment courses through me. She hasn’t eaten enough to rub her chest against mine.
Rive moves on my lap like she’s uncertain what to do next. She blinks nervously, freezes then lifts her foot and straddles me with her arms encircling my neck.
Fuck yeah. There will be rubbing.
Rive rises on her tiptoes and clings to me, rubbing her cheek against mine. My hard dick forms a bulge in my jeans. My mind clouds with desire. It’s violent, dark and unstoppable like an approaching hurricane. The hair rises on the back of my neck and a tingle runs down my spine. I fucking can’t stand this tension any longer.
I hook the back of her neck and tip her face up to mine. Her eyebrows arch as her chin quivers. She spreads her hands as a bird would spread its wings.
“Sir?” There is confusion in her voice.
I grip her hip and rub her bottom against my hard dick. Rive stiffens then jerks her body back, but I tighten the grip on her neck and clutch her arm, holding her in place.
“Don’t move,” I growl.
“Kadmiel,” she says with a breathless exhale, her pupils dilated like two black gems.
“Kiss me.”
“Sir—“
“I said something, Rive.”
Chapter 6
Kadmiel
Her body shivers as I run my palm up and down her back. I sense her growing confusion then I can’t sense her emotions, at all. All that I can feel is my need to possess and dominate her.
Rive leans in and her lips brush against the corner of my mouth, tears trickling down her pink cheeks.
“That’s no kiss, Rive.” I wind her hair around my fist and hold her head in place as my thumb parts her lips.
I fucking can’t stop. I’m a violent elemental instinct. I’m pure delirium.
Rive emits a low groan as I bend my neck and crush her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue in. I taste her with greed like she’s my possession. Her mouth is as sweet as her whole being. Sweet like honey. Soft like velvet. Moist like droplets of dew on a summer morning. Mine.
She shakes as I move my mouth down and kiss her neck, biting lightly then harder. I mark her skin like I imagined. My fingers slide under the straps of her dress and bra, and I lower them impatiently, exposing her breasts. I stare at her pink areolas topped with erect nipples, devouring them with my eyes.
“Rub yourself against my dick, Rive.” I glide my thumb over her lower lip and she freezes like a sculpture. “I said something.”
She breathes heavily then rubs her crotch against my hard on like I’m already inside her. It brings me on the brink.
I grip Rive’s slender waist, lifting her so she kneels on my lap. My face sinks between her tits as I hook her under the arms. Her body feels taut in my embrace; she trembles like the temperature in the kitchen has dropped massively. I feel goose bumps popping out all over her skin.
I kiss her tit then circle her nipple with my tongue, my hunger for her primal like the fury of an erupting volcano. Rive digs her fingers into my wrists, panting. That makes me feel absolutely insane. I draw her breast into my mouth and suck it then bite her nipple, forcing a whimper from her throat.
My glance shifts to hers. Her cheeks are red, lips swollen and parted, darkness pervading her gaze-her irises are the colour of green water in a hot spring sheltered by black rock. I push her down so she straddles my lap back again. My fingers clutch the fabric of her dress and I rip it off her in one motion. Then I tear off her bra and panties. My mermaid is naked, her body trembling. Her chest is rising and falling ardently. Her nipples are sinfully hard. She’s catching desperate loud breaths, her breasts waving. My elemental instinct wants to wreck her.
“Touch my cock,” I say.
Her eyes lock onto mine, pleading, asking.
“I said something, Rive.”
Rive’s trembling fingers travel to my zip; she opens my jeans and my dick springs out. She holds it in her tiny hand as her eyes meet mine again.
Her lips touch my cheek, hot and moist against my skin. She kisses the angle of my jaw, then sucks on my lower lip as her hand moves up and down my cock. She runs her other han
d down my chest then raises it and glides it over my pec, planting kisses down my neck and teasing me with the delicate licks of her tongue. Now, I know why Carl enjoys his marriage with Nineve so much.
“Say you love my cock, Rive.”
“I love your cock,” she murmurs.
There is a seductive rasping in her voice. She is a little temptress. A temptress I want to own, wreck, and gag with my dick.
“Show me how much you love my cock, Rive.”
She slides from my lap, kneeling on the floor between my splayed legs. Her head lowers and her lips kiss the tip of my cock. I feel the hair stand up on my back, and heat rushes through my veins. She swirls her wet tongue around the head of my cock, licking off the drop of my precum, and my muscles tense up.
I stroke her head. “Has any man ever touched you, Rive?”
“No, sir. Only you. Only your lips and your hands.”
“Are you a virgin?” I rasp.
I know she is. She must be. I just want to hear it coming out of her beautiful mouth.
“I am innocent, sir. I’m innocent for you.”
I push her head down and her hot mouth wraps around my cock. I stop thinking. I’m a ravenous instinct seeking relief.
Rive
Mermaids are born to pleasure men. I have all the knowledge imprinted in my brain even though no man has ever touched me intimately. Kadmiel is my first in everything. My first touch, my first kiss. The first cock to fill up my mouth.
There is a battle inside me. A chasm between my rationality and my instincts. A disconnection between all the things I was taught and all the sensations I’m exposed to now.
Kadmiel desires me. His hunger for me is as dangerous as his fighting skills. He’s an angel, but somehow I can pleasure him as a human woman could. I want to give him pleasure. This is who I am, a mermaid giving her man pleasure.
I take his cock deeper into my mouth, squeezing his balls lightly and he shivers. He is at my mercy and suddenly, I love this feeling, this power.
My rationality screams to stop, but my body craves to continue. I rebel against that violation of the order, struggle to accept the impossible, the unexpected, the unimaginable, yet my tummy fills with heat, my pussy clenches with need, and fever rushes through my veins. There is no me. There is a primal force urging me to be for Kadmiel like he desires me to be for him.
I bob my head up and down his hard shaft, running my fingers along his crack, kissing him, licking him, sucking him. Making him growl deep from his throat. Making him shiver under my touch. My mouth caresses his balls as my fingers close around the base of his cock and I stroke his length. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock. I stroke him harder, faster.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” Kadmiel rasps.
My pussy throbs and my arousal trickles down my inner thigh as I take him deep into my mouth and suck him hard, making him breathe heavily.
I can deep throat a man. Every mermaid can. I work Kadmiel’s cock, drawing from the knowledge imprinted in my genes. His body becomes taut as his hand rests against the back of my head. He pulls my hair together then rises to his feet and thrusts into my mouth, slamming the head of his cock on my throat. I can’t breathe. His shaft is filling my mouth entirely. My fingers dig into his thighs as he fucks my mouth mercilessly, making me gag.
“Breathe and take me, Rive,” he demands and pushes his cock deeper into my mouth, pulling my hair harder to hold me in place.
My cheeks start to hurt; my scalp starts to hurt, but I take each savage thrust. He fucks my mouth harder and harder. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I sense his wild impatience, the brutality of his warrior. I sense his primal need for release. All those stimuli make the throbbing between my thighs unbearable. It’s like a torture. A sweet torture I crave. I gag again; tears trickle down my cheeks, but I obey. I want to obey. Kadmiel’s cock twitches and I feel his hot cum spurting down my throat as he growls his satisfaction. He wrenches in his pleasure with three more thrusts then pulls out. His cum dribbles down from the corner of my mouth, as I swallow the rest of it. My hand jerks up to wipe it away, but his fierce eyes stop me.
“No,” he says and I obey him.
He grips my waist and lays me on the table, my back against the top.
“Fold your legs, Rive, and put your feet flat on the table.”
Kadmiel
It’s not enough. The haze in my head hasn’t cleared yet, but my cock grows hard again. I want her. Want her so badly that it hurts.
I lower my head as my mouth touches the crevice between her breasts. I kiss my way down to her stomach then sink my face between her thighs, pushing them wide open for me.
I can’t sense whether she hates me or loves me, but her little cunt is soaking wet for me. It’s all that matters to me. That little mermaid can get aroused for an angel. Maybe she could even love an angel.
I run my tongue up and down her slit. Her smell and taste make my mind cloud with euphoria. I rub my thumb against her clitoris and she shivers, sweet moans coming out of her mouth.
I will pleasure her. I will be slow so she’ll have enough time to get used to my touch and my love. I don’t want to scare her away so tonight I’ll only pleasure her with my mouth.
Tomorrow, I’ll push my fingers into her cunt. I’ll stretch her, work her hard, give her a hint of what having my cock inside feels like.
The day after tomorrow, I’ll drive my cock into her cunt. I’ll fuck her raw. I’ll have no mercy. I’ll fill her up with my cum. She’ll smell of me.
Then I’ll fuck her in the ass.
Oh yeah, we’re going to spend a lot of time in bed.
I wrap my mouth around her clitoris and suck it gently, whip it with my tongue, suck it again, as my fingers roll her nipples. Rive starts breathing heavily, her body arching against the table, heels against the edge. She sinks her fingers into my hair and pushes her hips against my face so I work her faster, kissing, licking, and lapping at her nub. I drink from her. I smell her. Then I massage her clitoris with my finger and she spreads her knees wider. A loud moan leaves her mouth and her body trembles violently in satisfaction. I hold my hard cock, leaning over her and stroke myself, watching her face. She’s still shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm as pleasure rolls over me and I empty myself over her stomach. She is covered in my cum. She smells of me. She belongs to me like my property.
My face sinks into her hair and I nibble on her earlobe.
Everything is hot, bubbly, and blurry.
Then her sadness pricks my skin like a thousand icicles and I freeze.
Rive
I watch the wrinkle between his eyes. Then his face is like a frigid unemotional mask so I can only speculate on what went wrong. Because something went wrong. I suspect Kadmiel didn’t want to take my virginity. Why would he? I’m a piece of trash to him.
My chest fills with pain like there is an endless hollow inside of it.
I thought he desired me, loved me.
I thought he wanted the whole of me.
I thought he would be mine. My husband.
But, it seems like he doesn’t want me.
I’m only his pet, his entrainment. I’m too low for him to fill my pussy with his cock. His cock is for humans’ cunts not for mine.
He was probably bored so he wanted to taste the taboo. And he didn’t like it. Why would he?
I sense his anger like a ball of seaweed tumbling and rolling just below the surface of the sea during a bad storm.
I can sense his regret then I can hear his thoughts. He wants to erase the memory of our intimacy from my head.
Everything inside me screams ‘no’. This memory belongs to me. These wild emotions belong to me. I want to keep them in my heart forever.
I jerk my body towards the opposite edge of the table, but he grabs my arms and pulls me into a sitting position.
This beautiful moment we have shared belongs to me, yet he’s going to take it from me. I won’t let him do that. No, he can’t take t
hat from me. I have the right to keep my feelings and memories.
I wriggle, but he immobilises me, resting his forehead against mine. His face sharpens, darkens like he wants to kill me.
I suck in a breath.
Kadmiel
She screams, wriggles like an animal then squalls as my heart crumbles into a thousand pieces. I can sense her fury, her sadness, her rebellion. Her suffering. It’s like a gust of energy has swept past me, sizzling, stirring then like the ultimate gloom is circling around me to suffocate me. Rive feels like she’ll drown at any moment and I feel the same. I have to cut it. Now. I won’t let her suffer.
She didn’t like what I did to her. Her sadness was the obvious sign of her repulsion towards me. I have to make her forget about the incident so she’ll feel happy again.
My energy flows to her and encloses her whole being in a white shimmery cloud. Rive’s eyes flutter and she sighs then rests all limp in my arms. I scoop her up as her legs and arms fall loosely. She’s asleep, calm and safe.
I zip my trousers up and turn towards the door, my eyes meeting Micah’s.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
He’s holding a blanket in his hand. “Cover her.” He moves closer to me and spreads the blanket around Rive.
“None of your fucking business,” I say.
“Exactly. I just thought the blanket might be a good idea.”
“She...”
“She’ll sleep for two days, that’s all.”
“I shouldn’t have...” My voice falters.
“You shouldn’t have wiped her memories away from her head.” He nods several times.
“What I did was wrong. She didn’t like it.”
“How do you know that?”
“I sensed her sadness.”
Micah scratches his head. “The sounds coming out of her mouth were not sad.”
Anger stirs inside of me. You can’t have any privacy in this fucking castle, not with my boys’ perfect hearing. On the other hand, we’ve never brought any women here so there has never been the need to make this place more private for the inhabitants. We’re sleeping and eating here; we’re regenerating after fights. We’re bound to this place although we have no memory of moving in. It’s like we’ve always been here, with the same routine over and over again. Micah, our scrivener, said it’d been six hundred years so we trust him with this.
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