Mermaid Trap

The carriage was filled with the obscene sounds of their wet flesh entwining.

Kian’s large, hard shaft mercilessly plunged into her, the vibrations of the carriage amplifying the sensations, shaking Vivianne’s entire body. Her mind was dizzy with the heat rising to the top of her head, as trees and strangers outside blurred past the window. Although no one could see inside due to the carriage’s speed, the fear that someone might catch a glimpse prevented her from moaning freely.

Even though passersby would soon be gone, she couldn’t ignore the driver in front. Strangely, instead of feeling distracted by her anxiety, it seemed to heighten her arousal. Was this why she felt a sinful thrill in her lower abdomen during their intense kiss at the Opera?

Kian seemed equally more excited than usual. As he repeatedly penetrated her, he nibbled and sucked on her neck, working his way down to her shoulders and then to her breasts, biting into the soft flesh as if savoring a ripe fruit.

“…Ah, ugh!”

Startled by her own cries, Vivianne covered her mouth with her hand.

“Why are you covering your mouth?”

She had no capacity to answer, her mind blank, and could only shake her head.

“You need to answer, Vivi.”

Kian tugged at her nipple with his lips as if to punish her. The fierce suction pulled not only her nipple but also her areola, releasing with a pop. The sudden intense stimulation made stars burst in front of her eyes. He continued to torment her nipple until she finally confessed reluctantly.

“Afraid the driver might hear…”

“Really?”

He chuckled wickedly.

“Then see how well you can keep quiet.”

Before his words even finished, his fingers moved downward. He spread her swollen labia and found her engorged clitoris, slick with juices.

He began rubbing it between his fingers as if licking it.

The sounds of their coupling and the noise of his fingers working her clit mingled into a chaotic symphony.

“…Hnngh, ngh!”

Being such a sensitive spot, her moans spilled out immediately, despite her resolve to stay quiet.

As if he expected this, Kian smirked, capturing her lips to muffle her cries. The moans she couldn’t hold back were swallowed by his mouth, leaving only muffled groans.

Vivianne, overwhelmed by the stimulation inside and out, could barely hold herself together. With every thrust and rub, a searing heat roiled in her lower abdomen, feeling like it might boil over at any moment.

As usual, he pulled back just when she was about to run out of breath.

“Vivi, you trust people too easily.”

His low voice drifted lazily into her ear.

“…What do you mean?”

“You’re so sure about Theo. But are you?”

The mere mention of Theodore’s name from his lips made her too anxious to react.

Knowing defending Theodore might provoke Kian further, she stayed silent.

“Don’t be so sure. Seeing something beautiful and getting aroused is a male’s instinct.”

He whispered as he shifted his thrusts to a rhythmic motion, moving back and forth while still pressing her clit. The combination of the clitoral pressure and the rubbing of their joined sexes sent scorching waves through her. Her inner walls contracted rhythmically around his cock, heightening the sensation.

Beautiful. Hearing that word from Kian was one of the things she longed for most. Even in her dazed state, that word echoed clearly.

More than the pleasure from the carnal act, the excitement from his words overwhelmed her.

“Do you… think I’m beautiful?”

Her heart pounded wildly as she asked.

Thinking back, she realized she had never heard him call her beautiful before.

Matilda had called her beautiful, Theodore had called her beautiful, and the knights in the barracks often praised her beauty. But Kian had never made such a remark.

She wanted his child and thought being his mate was enough. But experiencing it firsthand, she realized she craved more.

She desperately wanted Kian to think she was beautiful. But he never said anything, leaving her constantly anxious.

Even when she dressed up from morning, he would dismiss it, wiping off her lipstick, saying it didn’t suit her. Whenever she asked what looked good or what was beautiful, he would always respond with a noncommittal ‘I don’t know,’ driving her mad.

Hearing it indirectly still made her heart race. Today, she had to ask directly.

“Yes, you’re beautiful. Filthy and beautiful.”

She thought he would tease or frustrate her again, but Kian admitted it surprisingly easily.

Kian called me beautiful.

Her heart swelled with joy.

Vivianne’s cheeks, already flushed from their coupling, turned even redder.

“Really?”

“That’s why I couldn’t wait for the bedroom and started right here in the carriage.”

He leaned in for another breathless kiss, sucking lightly on her heated lips before pulling away, their hot breaths mingling.

“So don’t keep asking.”

Even the brief kiss made her heart swell uncontrollably. She felt the need to express her overflowing feelings.

“…I’m happy.”

The first words came out as if possessed.

“I’m so happy Kian thinks I’m beautiful.”

Vivianne hugged Kian’s head tightly. Whenever her heart felt full, she had an impulse to pull him into her embrace, though she had never acted on it before.

Kian’s face was buried between her ample breasts. He chuckled, making her chest tickle maddeningly. When their eyes met, she felt giddy.

“…To me, Kian is the only man.”

It was also the first time she directly said such words to him. Words she had always kept to herself, finally spoken aloud.

It was so obvious to her that she never dared say it, fearing even that obvious truth might be rejected.

“I love you, Kian.”

Yes, just a single word of being called beautiful had lifted her spirits. To be saying such things while in the midst of lovemaking, she felt almost out of her mind.

But today, somehow, she had mustered the courage. She felt an urgent need to convey her feelings, as if now or never.

Perhaps she had dreamed of this moment since she first fell for him, watching him from afar.

But now, having finally expressed her heart, it oddly wasn’t enough. She wanted to know if his feelings matched hers.

“Kian, do you like me too?”

His expression remained unchanged, still inscrutable.

“I told you not to keep asking.”

His response was so cold, yet he kissed her hungrily as if yearning for her.

It left her confused, unsure if it was an affirmation or denial, a jest or sincerity.

“You’re mean. Just answer me.”

“How do I seem to you?”

“…I.”

Vivianne hesitated.

That hesitation was precisely how much certainty he had given her.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s good.”

His indifferent reply left her on the verge of tears, but Kian seemed unfazed.

“…What?”

“I told you. I like it when you’re curious about me.”

As he nibbled on the bruises he had marked on her chest, he gazed up at her.

Why? His eyes, raw and unfiltered, seemed so ambiguous. The lust was clear, but whether it was love, she couldn’t tell. Her heart felt heavy.

“One thing is clear, Vivi.”

He gently brushed her tear-streaked cheek with his long fingers, sensing her fragility.

“I only do this with you.”

He had said the same while kissing her earlier.

“I only do this with you.”

“I want to show everyone that it’s you by my side, not that other woman.”

She knew.

She knew, but.

“You said I’m the only male for you.”

She wanted something closer, more explicit.

“And it’s the same for me.”

Even though she declared she was his only female.

Why did her heart feel so empty?

“So please, stop torturing me. Let’s continue.”

“……”

“Hmm?”

As he urged her, Vivianne reluctantly wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her tightly, nearly crushing her, and began thrusting rapidly.

His cock plunged into the deepest parts of her belly. The sound of his wet scrotum slapping against her echoed as it stuck and then separated.

The force of his thrusts was so powerful that it felt as though even his balls were being sucked inside her. As the penetration continued, her entire body felt engulfed in flames.

Her mind, unable to grasp the situation, floated aimlessly while her body, by habit, collapsed obediently.

The strange dissonance made her want to escape.

I want his child.

…No, even without that.

To survive, I have to bear his child.

That unchanging fact felt like it was suffocating and crushing her.