Chapter 133: rmaid's Egg (2)
‘Didn’t they say rmaids give birth to live offspring before?’
I wasn’t sure if they simply referred to eggs as ova, but I could feel the entrance of her uterus slowly opening past the head of my cock. Instead of pulling out deeply to stimulate her entrance, I subrged Mary’s upper body in the bathtub to keep her from escaping. Then, slightly adjusting the angle, I inserted my cock deeply once again.
“Huuuhhhh…”
As the barrier that had been blocking my glans opened, I could feel a sticky internal organ filled with fluids pressing against the tip.
‘This feels looser than a typical uterus…’
Although her vaginal structure was horizontal, her uterus above it gradually opened up, accommodating my glans. As the entrance began to twitch and contract, it started swallowing the head of my cock bit by bit.
At that mont, I realized—
‘This is the real reproductive organ of a rmaid…!’
This was her true reproductive system.
“Hiiiihhh…!”
Mary’s tail bent at the middle, folding as if she were kneeling. She pulled it back strongly, causing the angle to shift slightly. This change in the vaginal structure created a swirling sensation, tightening around and allowing my glans to reach the deepest part.
With her tail rising, Mary’s head ended up subrged in the water. However, as a rmaid, she seed more comfortable underwater, even appearing calm. Her panting ceased as she lay subrged, staring at with a mixture of fear and trust in her eyes.
As a man, I had to live up to her expectations.
Squelch…
When I finally pushed my glans in as far as it would go, Mary’s folded tail opened wide, spreading out like a peacock’s feathers. The translucent, shimring fins emitted a faintly beautiful glow. At the sa ti, sothing started to erge from her reproductive system—a round, soft object pressing against the tip of my cock.
Judging by the size of the object, slightly larger than an egg and almost a perfect sphere, I instinctively understood what it was as soon as it touched my glans.
‘An egg…?’
It was unmistakably an egg.
Mary’s body was currently laying a real rmaid’s egg.
However, unlike ordinary fish that lay nurous eggs, Mary’s body seed to ovulate only a few at a ti, likely due to her humanoid physiology.
[It’s… coming out…]
Mary’s voice resonated through the water, conveyed not through sound but through vibrations that reached my skin. Unlike Fiona, the dolphin-like rmaid who communicated via ultrasound, Mary’s voice felt like a natural racial ability rather than magic.
“Is it alright if we keep going?”
In response to my question, she reached out her hand from under the water. I dipped my hand into the bath and held hers at the surface, interpreting her gesture as consent. With that, I slowly began moving my cock that was buried deep within her.
‘These eggs are larger than I thought.’
Carefully, I moved to avoid damaging the eggs, keeping my motions gentle. As her uterus—or rather, her egg sac—contracted, the eggs beca firmly fixed in place. It was unclear whether this movent was a conscious effort or a natural instinct, but Mary’s calm expression as she clung to suggested both were possible.
With each slow thrust, my cock pressed deeper into her body, nudging the eggs aside. As I pulled out, the eggs returned to their original positions. Thankfully, the eggs she had just laid weren’t fragile enough to break from a re touch. Instead, they shifted gently, blending with the sticky internal fluids as I moved.
‘The texture of these eggs… feels amazing.’
The artificial “rmaid eggs” extracted from rfolk before were unpleasant and reeked of fish, but these real eggs, freshly laid by Mary, were truly srizing. The sensation was so enthralling that I felt myself becoming addicted.
As I thrust into her egg sac, Mary clung tightly to my hand, her nails digging into my skin. She was entirely dependent on , her expression a mixture of trust and slight fear. To put her at ease, I synchronized my pace with her reactions, fully savoring the feel of her egg sac.
[My belly… It feels like the eggs are mixing inside…!]
The smooth surface of the eggs reminded of the sensation I felt when using Mollang. Reflexively, my cock responded to the stimulation, aroused not only by the physical sensation but also by the knowledge that Mary had ovulated these eggs because of her arousal. After days of pent-up frustration, I couldn’t hold back much longer.
Moreover, her egg sac began to tighten, the eggs clustering together and encircling the head of my cock. While the warm, smooth walls of her vagina stimulated my shaft, the scales at her entrance brushed against my skin, further heightening my pleasure. Her entrance gripped tightly, as if demanding that I release everything inside.
‘What happens if I ejaculate…?’
rmaids are known to reproduce with humans.
This implies that rmaids, as a species, are capable of mating with humans to ensure their survival. Considering their humanoid features, it seed likely that their bodies were biologically compatible with humans.
However, the eggs were already firmly positioned at the entrance of her egg sac. The scales and the opening clenched tightly, making it impossible for to withdraw.
But that was a secondary concern.
[Fill , fill , fill , fill …]
With such a beautiful woman clinging to and pleading with her eyes, how could any man resist?
In the end, I released the thick, viscous sen I had been holding back for days, pumping it directly into her egg sac with my cock buried deep inside.
Squelch…!
The powerful contractions of her egg sac squeezed my cock tightly, ensuring every drop of sen was expelled. The sticky fluid quickly filled the narrow confines of her egg sac, seeping into the spaces between the eggs. Within monts, her egg sac was entirely saturated, the previously empty gaps now filled with my cum.
Her back arched as if it would break, her tail stiffening in an instant. Like before, when she tried to blast away the bathtub during her solo sessions, she almost did it again. But this ti, I was holding her down on top of her, stabilizing the situation. The tub rocked violently but didn’t flip over, trapping her within it.
In other words, I was now forcing a rmaid to climax inside a narrow bathtub.
[The hot seed of life... it's mixing with the eggs inside ee...]
Experiencing her first orgasm and feeling the mixture of eggs and sen within her belly, Mary was overwheld with confusion. I gently took her hands, kissed her underwater, and reassured her, calming her down as her breathing quickened.
Splurt... Splurrrt...!
The sen that had been stored in my balls was now completely released, filling her egg chamber to its brim. Even after overflowing and beginning to spill out, her body wouldn’t let go of my tip until I was utterly drained.
Pop.
The tight grip her egg chamber had on my cock finally relaxed, her slick, scaly entrance loosening its hold as well. Even the ridges along her vaginal opening, which had been fully erected monts ago, softened and retracted. What had been a tight, relentless grip eased, allowing to withdraw from her with surprising ease.
The sen that couldn’t fit into her egg chamber trickled out from between her slit, only to be washed away by the bathwater. Watching that, I beca fully aware of what I had just done.
Gulp.
In the cramped tub, divided between the space above and below the water’s surface, we clasped hands together.
A rmaid subrged beneath the waves, and a human living on land—what were the odds that such different beings could et and connect like this?
Even though we were confined to this small bathtub, with our bodies joined monts ago, I felt like this was enough for the two of us, at least for now.
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The ti ca for the morning sun to rise.
Behind the villa, on the cliff overlooking the sea, I prepared to say farewell to her, just as she was ready to bid goodbye.
Mary, who used to tremble in fear whenever she ca ashore, now sat calmly beside , as if she had found so peace of mind.
“Because of you, I’ve gotten so sensitive that I can’t even wear starfish anymore... Now I’ll have to struggle to find clothes every ti, won’t I?”
“Haha...”
Clutching the clothes I’d given her close to her body, she joked lightly.
Even after we part ways, there wouldn’t be anyone underwater to scold her or forcibly remove the starfish she’d use to cover herself. Yet, perhaps because she wanted to keep thinking of , she said she wouldn’t attach a starfish to her chest anymore.
Just as my perception of rmaids had changed since eting her, perhaps sothing had also shifted within Mary.
Though our ti together felt long and short all at once, it was finally ti for us to part ways.
I had to return to the kingdom and report my mission to Seyra. She, too, needed to return to the sea, to her family and her life beneath the waves.
“This is goodbye, isn’t it?”
“If we’re alive, we’ll et again soday.”
“But the sea is vast... and you’re not even from this area, are you?”
Would a rmaid who lived in the sea ever have a reason to co to the kingdom?
She lived in the deep ocean, a place humans could barely reach, even with ships. Unless we had so extraordinary ans of communication or arranged another eting, the chances of us eting again seed almost nonexistent.
“But we’ll et again, won’t we?”
Mary didn’t speak of this as a final farewell. Instead, she smiled at , her dazzling tail swaying gently, as if promising another encounter in the future.
We laced our fingers together, holding hands tightly one last ti, before sharing a parting kiss here where the land t the sea.
It was, as she said, not a lewd kiss but a tender one, a kiss to mark the end of our ti together.
“Well then, will you let go now?”
I held her in my arms one final ti and carried her to the edge of the cliff.
“Are you sure it’s safe from this height?”
“It’s fine. I’m a rmaid, after all.”
Resting her head against my chest for a brief mont, she seed to decide that lingering any longer would only make things harder. With a playful, exaggerated movent, she slipped free from my grasp.
Like a droplet falling from the sky, she leaped from the cliff into the golden rays of the rising sun. The sunlight caught on her translucent scales, scattering into a rainbow of colors that wrapped around her as she dove gracefully into the sea.
Splash.
Even though a rmaid, roughly the size of a human, had jumped from such a height, the surface of the water rippled only slightly before it swallowed her completely, leaving no trace behind.
“She’s gone.”
She hadn’t told what would beco of the eggs she now carried within her.
‘Did she say she’d tell the next ti we et?’
Mathematically inclined scholars would argue that the chances of a knight living on land eting a rmaid from the vast sea without any promises or communication were almost zero. But...
“I’ll find out eventually.”
Such statistical improbabilities didn’t concern , soone terrible at math. To , it was simply a question of whether or not we would et again. Impossible wasn’t in my vocabulary.
We were both of the sa mind when it ca to that, which was why our parting was bittersweet but still left a glimr of hope for the future.
‘I thought she might at least pop her head out of the water...’
I had hoped for a wave or a sign before turning my back on the sea and concluding my ti in the Baran Duchy. But it seed she had other priorities.
From the mont I saved her from that discarded net, had she already known we’d grow this close?
I, too, had only planned to heal her wounds and release her, but sohow, things had escalated. I ended up saving her again, and in turn, she saved .
No one could have predicted how it would all unfold.
“It’s like a story about a rmaid princess.”
Except, instead of a prince being rescued by the rmaid princess, it was , a knight, who saved her when she was in distress.
The part about a witch turning her into a human doesn’t apply to us. That version of the story has been twisted in the kingdom’s retellings. The original tale is far sadder, with the rmaid princess losing her voice to be with the prince, only to sacrifice herself when he’s endangered by a sea monster, breaking the witch’s contract and falling into an eternal slumber.
“Well, since I’m from the kingdom, I suppose we’ll have a kingdom-style ending.”
The kind where the two live happily ever after, forming countless bonds together...
“...No, that won’t happen all at once. Even rmaids must have their own odds when it cos to conceiving.”
With lingering uncertainty and regret, I finally turned my back on the sea.
It was ti for to return to the land.
“Phew... When I return to the order, I’ll have plenty of stories to share with the others.”
Like tales of dolphins in the Baran Duchy that are a little too fond of n...
Or a shy yet brave, occasionally wild, but always adorable and dependable new legend of a rmaid.
As I sorted through the stories I’d tell, I missed her final farewell from the sea.
[Goodbye, my prince.]
Whether she hoped I would hear it or didn’t mind if I didn’t, I’ll never know.
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