The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 58
My lips were covered by two ice —cold pieces. They made me feel more comfortable.
I didn’t want to let go of the slippery thing in my month. So, I clung to it tightly, trying to absorb more water from it. The liquid from the object tasted like seawater, causing me to thirst for more. I instinctively stretched out my neck to move closer to it.
Suddenly, I felt the load become heavier on my lips. It was slowly crushing me. Then, the wet thing in my mouth withdrew.
Losing the comfort, I frowned in dissatisfaction. I suddenly seemed to hear a chuckle around my ear.
The slippery thing thrust into my mouth once again. A salty, cool liquid was then squeezed into my mouth, and it was injected into my throat slowly as if I was being fed.
I couldn’t help myself but desperately swallow it. I was like a refugee longing for water in the desert.
Suddenly, my tongue reached the tip of the object in my mouth, and I felt a small hole in it.
Gosh. It was the spring of life that had rescued me!
The liquid had indeed quenched my thirst, and it tasted sweeter than honey. If only I could get more of it.
After quenching my thirst, I had finally restored a bit of energy. I lifted my hands instinctively and placed them on the figure above me.
My fingers sensed something moist. They felt like a ball of silk thread.
I was eager. I could no longer think about what it was. I inserted my trembling fingers into the layers of silk thread and rummaged around it.
Soon, I felt a smooth surface under the silk thread. It was hard and firm. I laid my palm on it and then conveniently pressed down to get more moisture.
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