His Touch

"Yes, of course!" Amelia declared with unwavering determination. "For the lost treasure, to restore Merland to its former glory, to be the heroine of...," she continued her inner monologue with fervor.

He gazed into her bright, charming eyes that were brimming with determination and eagerness.Her passion was infectious, and he found himself unable to resist reciprocating her enthusiasm. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a kiss that interrupted her trail of aspiring thoughts.

Annoyed at the interruption, she attempted to push him away, but her efforts only seemed to fuel his eagerness. His kisses grew more intense, deeper, and more demanding.He kissed her with a hunger that left her breathless, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, leaving behind an electrifying sensation that seemed to numb her very senses.

Lifting her effortlessly, he wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist and carried her towards the bed.  As his hands settled on her soft buttocks, a sense of marvel washed over him. He marveled at the creation before him, as if she had been meticulously crafted to fit his desires. Her skin felt supple and cool against his touch, providing a cooling relief from the heat that surged within him. His fingers cruised on her skin, tenderly squeezing her butt as they continued their journey.

"Ah!" Amelia gasped in disbelief. She couldn't believe what this human was doing—squeezing her buttocks?! Her mind raced with a mix of shock and indignation, wondering how he could act so boldly.

Just as she was about to scold him, her open mouth provided an unwitting pathway for his tongue. In an instant, his tongue claimed dominance, delving deeper and swirling within her mouth, stealing away her words and her ability to voice her frustration.

Abruptly, he lowered her onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Amelia was so taken aback that her words eluded her, and she could only stare at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief, hoping he would sense her displeasure.

Unfortunately, he seemed oblivious to her cues.He interpreted her crossed brows as a sign of impatience and mistook her intentions.

He chuckled and reassured her, "So impatient? Don't worry I'll satisfy you."

Amelia , ???

Amelia's thoughts raced, her emotions in a whirlwind. Confusion, frustration, and an unexpected fluttering in her chest battled for dominance as she tried to process the situation.

Before she could respond, he leaned down once again, reigniting the passionate kiss. His aggression stole her breath, leaving her slightly light-headed. The intensity of their connection overwhelmed her, and for a fleeting moment, she forgot her earlier irritation.

His hands roamed down her body, the warmth of his touch spreading like a wildfire across her skin. Every brush of his fingers sent a cascade of tingling sensations through her, igniting electrifying sensations that coursed through her veins.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Amelia finally managed to exchange, her voice a mixture of astonishment and uncertainty.

"You don't like it? I'm more than willing to change my approach to suit your preferences," he responded, eager to please her in every way possible.

He lowered his head, drawn to her alluring and blossoming form. Captivated by the breathtaking sight before him, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beauty. His gaze lingered, entranced by the scene, until her impatience became palpable. He felt her her hands flapping, her attempts to escape the weight of his body becoming evident.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Always so impatient," he mused, his voice holding a playful tone.

Leaning in, he pressed a soft bite onto the silhouette of her nipple that was visible through her swimwear.

"Ouch! Pain…" she cried out, her voice tinged with discomfort.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more gentle," he promised, his words slightly muffled as he continued to alternate between kisses and soft nibbles on her nipple.

As he lavished attention on her breast, Amelia felt his warmth enveloping her, his mouth creating a whirlwind of electrifying tingles that cascaded down her spineThe electrifying tingles that coursed down her spine were unlike anything she had ever experienced. Each stroke of his tongue seemed to send shockwaves of pleasure through her body, drawing her further into a state of arousal.

"Mmm ah...ahh," soft moans escaped her lips, her voice a symphony of pleasure that resonated in the room.

Encouraged by her reaction, he gradually pulled down her bikini top, revealing her rosy nipples. One of them had already stiffened under his skilled ministrations, evidence of his persistent attention. He was determined not to neglect either of these enticing peaks, shifting his focus to her left nipple which remained soft and tender. After licking, sucking and gently nibbling on it, he coaxed it to stand just as erect as its counterpart. Lifting his head slightly, he admired his handiwork, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

Amelia lay there, now topless, her two alluring pink nipples that stood proudly in the air. Her chest heaved as she panted, soft moans escaping her flushed lips. She gazed into his eyes with a mixture of plea and confusion, her desire intermingled with uncertainty, not comprehending why he had momentarily ceased his actions when she was growing increasingly comfortable.

Even a saint would struggle to resist such a sight!

In a swift motion, he discarded his own clothes and proceeded to remove her underwear. His breath caught at the sight before him—she was flawlessly beautiful, every inch of her body a masterpiece. His gaze was drawn to the delicate pink folds between her legs, glistening with the moisture of her arousal. Succumbing to his own desires, he leaned down, his tongue grazing her wetness as he sampled her essence.

"Ah!!!" Amelia's shocked cry was followed by an instinctual kick that sent him tumbling off the bed.

She quickly covered herself with the discarded underwear that he had tossed aside earlier, her face flushed with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. She tried to gather her thoughts, but the shock of his actions had left her flustered and disoriented. No one—absolutely no one—had ever touched her in that way before, not even herself. Her most intimate area was incredibly sensitive, and as a mermaid, she was always cloaked in her tail, making any kind of touch a deeply intimate. And now, he hadn't just touched it; he had licked it!

"This is crazy! What was he trying to do?" Amelia murmured frantically, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief.

Struggling to regain her composure, her gaze darted around the room, and her eyes widened as she saw the unconscious human sprawled on the floor!

"Oh dear! What have I done?" Her voice trembled with concern and regret, her hands fluttering as she contemplated the unintended consequences of her actions.

Mermaids boasted remarkably strong tails, said to have the power to unleash tsunamis with a single flick. Though her upper body strength was nothing noteworthy, her kicks were certainly a force to be reckoned with.

The unfortunate human who bore the brunt of her powerful kick lay motionless before her, his unconscious state a testament to the potency of her blow. Had he not possessed a remarkable level of resilience (and conveniently, the role of the male lead), the outcome could have been catastrophic.

Approaching him cautiously, Amelia knelt down and gently assessed his responsiveness, checking for any signs of distress or injury.

"Phew, not a dead fish. Just fainted," she sighed in relief, a mix of worry and reassurance coloring her words.

"Now that the kissing monster is out of the way, let's focus on finding the lost treasure," she encouraged herself, determined to redirect her energy toward her original mission.

She reached for her pearl necklace, a symbol of her guidance, only to find it cold to the touch, its magical aura absent.

She examined the pearl under the moon's gentle glow, scrutinizing it closely for any hidden clues. Yet, despite her efforts, not even the faintest glimmer of direction revealed itself.

"What's going on? Could it be out of power...? But the last indication led me to this villa, so it must be here! I'll start my search within this room," she encouraged herself, her resolve unshaken.

Methodically, she scoured every nook and cranny—desks, tables, even the bathroom—yet every attempt yielded no trace of anything remotely related to the sea or the treasure she sought.

Fatigue began to weigh her down, her energy spent. Dejectedly, she returned to the soft bed and lay down, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep beckoned.

Unbeknownst to her, amidst the silent night, a new chapter of her adventure awaited.