Desharow Mermaid - Chap 42

Chapter 42

“I’m sorry…for disturbing your rest!”

I swallowed and stammered out a few words, trying to escape, but couldn’t get away from the beast’s grasp. The tail under me rolled back, causing me to stumble, and before I could even cry out, a pair of webbed claws grabbed my arm and my body collided with the chest of the beast.

As soon as I looked up, our noses were touching, and the dark, surging pupils pierced into my soul, trapping my consciousness in his gaze.

I swear I was truly scared to death looking at him like this.

Whenever I gazed at Ares like this, I always felt like I had become a magnet, drawn to his magnetic field. Feeling his power and dominance up close, I couldn’t help but feel like I was yin, like I was female, as if I was born to be conquered by his existence.

This subconscious and uncontrollable cognition was driving me crazy.

Instinctively, I shrunk back and tried to climb down, but my body was wrapped up in his arms, and we both fell towards the rock. My toes couldn’t touch the ground, causing me to lose my balance completely. I had to pounce on Ares, but quickly held myself up, so I wouldn’t completely ride him intimately. However, I used too much force, and my waist suddenly hurt, but I didn’t want Ares to notice because he would definitely use that special way to heal me, and who knows if things could get out of hand with my classmates nearby!

I gasped for breath and looked nervously at Ares below me, afraid he would do something out of line. However, he only held onto the back of my neck, his lips hovering near my cheek. He narrowed his eyes and stared at me for a few seconds before he spoke in a mixture of Russian and English, word by word: “Desharow…why…run away? I said…do not be afraid of…me, remember…”

　His tone was even gentle, but it was obviously mixed with a possessive meaning that brooked no disobedience. It sounded like an elder person was coercing and threatening a child.

“Damn it, it’s strange if you’re not afraid. Who knows how many bad intentions you have in your belly!”

I stared at Agerres, but I couldn’t say a word. Or, to put it another way, I didn’t dare to provoke him at this moment. After all, I was the one who had fled from the mermaid’s nest and was now disturbing his peaceful dream. It was not an exaggeration to say that I was asking for trouble.

I thought so, but maybe because I didn’t respond in time, Agerres showed a hint of impatience on his face. His mouth slightly opened, and his scarlet tongue skimmed over his teeth. The webbed claw that captured my neck suddenly slid down my spine and rubbed my buttocks up and down.

“Oh, shit!” I suddenly cried out in surprise as I was attacked. I punched Agerres in the face with embarrassment and anger, but he grabbed my fist with his other claw. Then he turned over and pressed me underneath him. His long nails grabbed at me, pulling my clothes wide open. The water that dripped down from his body fell drop by drop onto my violently heaving chest.

“Don’t you dare try anything here!” I stared at the silhouette above me against the backlight, and my breath became intermittent and uncontrollable. My hand trembled as I groped along the rock, and suddenly touched the dagger tied to my pants. I instinctively grabbed it and nervously held it against Agerres’ neck. “Hey! I’m warning you…”

I glanced nervously at my camping spot, tightened my grip on the handle of the knife, and made a threatening gesture at his throat. Although I knew I was just bluffing, Agerres was obviously more aware of this fact than I was. He even intentionally tilted his head back slightly, exposing his long and powerful neck, and bared the most vulnerable artery under my blade. One of his webbed claws gently squeezed my wrist. As if deliberately thwarting my resistance, he even extended his tongue to lick slowly along the blade, holding my fingertips in his lips and teeth, emitting an ambiguous and unbearable sucking sound. Then he stared at me and chuckled meaningfully.

The events of a few nights ago reappeared before my eyes in an instant. I felt like my body was electrocuted, and my wrist bones seemed to melt under Agerres’ tongue. The dagger slipped out of my hand and fell into the water.

Achilles took advantage of the opportunity and pressed my hands to my sides. He lowered his head and used his teeth to tear open the last few buttons of my clothes.”

“Damn it, stop it!” I shamefully used my knee to push against his shoulder, but my legs couldn’t close together because of the thick and tough fishtail squeezing between them. As I struggled, a sharp pain hit my waist, causing me to curl up like a shrimp, but Aegir suppressed me again, hugging my back. A low growl came from him, touching my abdomen. “Don’t move… Desharow… I’ll heal you…”

His tone was a warning, perhaps because his speech speed had accelerated due to his emotional tension. I swear this was the clearest and coherent Russian sentence I had ever heard Aegir say. His voice tone no longer sounded like a beast’s roar and now sounded no different from a human male’s. I couldn’t help but stare blankly, subconsciously lowering my head to look down. However, my body was supported by the webbed claws behind me, making my waist wound face his face.

I stared at Aegir in a daze, watching him lift his webbed claws to try to untie the bandages. He frowned slightly, obviously impatient with these troublesome professional bandaging techniques, but he was incredibly delicate and even carefully flicked them with fingertip that could rival a blade. The semi-transparent webbing between his mermaid fingers actually made Aegir very unsuitable for this kind of work, but he seemed to be afraid of touching my wound and was awkward yet serious, just like an elementary school student facing a high-level math problem.

I have to admit that this kind of look on this evil and powerful beast is quite funny and… cute.

“Hey… I can do it myself.” I couldn’t help but hold his webbed claw, and my spirit suddenly relaxed. I gritted my teeth and tore off those bandages. Only then did I realize that my wound had completely split, and the fine stitches had become loose due to soaking in water, and blood seeped out of the crack in a bright red color.

“Achilles immediately held onto my hips, pulled my spine towards his mouth, and leaned in to lick my wound. I had to twist my waist and slightly raise my butt to match his movements. This position made me extremely embarrassed, but I dare not move, so I had to look away and turn my gaze elsewhere. Just as the pain gradually subsided, I suddenly noticed that several flashlights lit up in the camp – someone had woken up, and they would soon realize that I was missing!

“Achilles…I have to go back!” I patted his broad back, but he ignored me and continued to hold onto my waist, licking away. He didn’t show any intention of letting me go, and his fin unintentionally pressed down on my calf. His webbed claws even rubbed against my buttocks, “No…I don’t allow you…to go back…” He raised his head, licked away the blood on his lips, turned his head back in alert, and hugged me behind a rock. He turned around and leaned back against the wall, forcing me to lie on him. He tilted his head slightly and pressed my head against his neck with his webbed claws. “Look…Desharow…”

I looked over in confusion and took a sharp breath. Beneath his pointed, oddly-shaped ear wings was a torn wound, clearly scratched during a fierce fight, but it was hidden by his hair and difficult to detect. Was Achilles asking me to treat his wound?

I quickly searched for the roll of alcohol bandages stuffed in my pants pocket, but he held my hand. His deep eyes narrowed, and his webbed claw lightly touched my lips, clearly hinting that I should treat him the same way he treated me.

I stood there in shock, my ears ringing with embarrassment and shame, but I couldn’t refuse Acheron’s request. Yes, facing this life-saving “fish” that had just healed my wounds, I had no reason not to repay him, even if my actions might not have any practical effect.

I didn’t want to become an ungrateful human in the eyes of a mermaid. Yes, that’s right!

I said this to myself in my heart, swallowed hard, and approached Acheron’s neck. My heart was pounding in my throat. His skin was smooth and taut, with sturdy neck muscles underneath. He stared at me with one eye, his eyes and eyebrows tinted with ambiguous feelings, and the water droplets softened the handsome and sharp lines of his face. My cheeks were burning hot, and I forced myself not to look at Acheron’s face, closed my eyes, and deluded myself: damn it, just think of it as tasting a fresh slice of sashimi, Desaro!

However, when my cheek was buried in a large mass of seaweed-like hair, a strong, exotic scent of hormones immediately hit me, like a thick haze enveloping my breath heavily, causing me to faint in just a few licks.

I couldn’t bear to evacuate a little bit, took a deep breath of air, trying to calm my beating heart, but I was already a little dizzy, I shook my head: “Hey, can you tell me why you have the blood on your body?” This scent?”

I saw the corners of Agares’ mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. His webbed claws stroked my back and pressed my body down. His lips brushed against the tip of my pen as if he wanted to kiss me. I subconsciously shrank my head back and dodged it, while his lips moved to my ear, breathing out in a low hoarse voice: “Only you can smell…”

“What?” I murmured, only I can smell it? I raised my eyebrows in confusion, and my eyes became more and more blurred. Only those bright and narrow eyes were clear in my vision, but they were swallowed up by the oncoming darkness in just an instant. My lips were inevitably kissed heavily by Agares, and his tongue swept my lips and teeth wantonly, and they continued to fall on my neck, Adam’s apple, and collarbone like raindrops…

I couldn’t help wrapping my arms around Agares’ neck, feeling an uncontrollable fascination as if completely bewildered by him. My panting became more and more rapid, my hands and feet were limp and lying on the hard and wet chest below me, I felt the webbed claws on my back pull up the hem of my clothes tied in the waistband of my trousers, and I simply tore a big mouth, in my bare- Stretched out five fingers on the bare back and stroked it erotically, and reached down my tailbone unsatisfactorily, the fish tail moved slightly and rubbed against my leg.

’s caress made me pull out a bit of my mind that was still in the quagmire of lust. I barely supported my limp body with my arms that were like bones falling apart, “No…”

What I got in return for my vocalization was Agares’ aggressive attack. One of his webbed claws grabbed my right leg, turned me over and pressed me into the water, and pressed me against the rock with his body. The fish tail was twisted around my other leg, and the lake water was so clear that I could clearly see what a shameful posture my body buried in the water was. Below him, he immediately saw his excited posture, and was so embarrassed that he wished he could shrink into the water and drown himself. However, at this time, I was unable to retreat by Agares’ arm.

His dark pupils stared at me darkly, he couldn’t help swallowing, his breath was filled with the tide of emotion: “Desharow…I can not…wait…”

Damn… It seems that there is no escape…

I collapsed against the rock, almost falling into the water. Agyrares held me by the waist, and as I looked down to regain my footing, one of his webbed claws tore at my belt. Suddenly, I heard shouts coming from the direction of our camp. Raphael’s voice was the loudest, “Look, Davinci and Desharow may be on the other side of the lake. Look, there are figures over there!”

“We should go see!” Eva responded immediately.

I shuddered and pushed Agyrares away a few inches, looking toward the camp. Sure enough, I could see several figures approaching our location. I panicked and tried to escape to the shore, but Agyrares held me tightly from behind, his head lowered and his voice a low thunder in my ear, “NO…You are my Desharow!”