Desharow Merman (COMPLETED)

Chapter 56

Agares' body froze obviously, I think it was because he didn't expect me to kiss him actively.

    Actually, I didn’t know I would do this, I didn’t have any mental preparations, it seemed that another person hidden in my body suddenly dominated the body, no, not only the body, but also the spirit, I did it subconsciously, Even though I knew someone was watching on the monitor, I couldn't suppress the bloody throbbing in my heart. My heart aches, and it's definitely not out of sympathy or biologist morality for a powerful creature to be reduced to such a situation, but another strong emotion.

    I was confused, hesitant, and kissed him contradictoryly, but he didn't respond to me at this time, maybe he had no strength, maybe he was angry for my escape, or maybe he thought me and Shakara and the others It's a gang. Of course, he has every reason to think so. He may think that I am also a cruel and selfish human being who betrayed him for profit.

    I thought so uncomfortable, and withdrew my lips hesitantly. But he suddenly lowered his head, pressed his lips up heavily, and his fangs lightly pierced my lower lip, causing me to grunt in pain, and he continued to bite harder, hooking my bleeding tongue with his tongue. Licking and sucking everywhere. I felt his body trembling slightly with me, but the kiss was firm and domineering, as if to obliterate my wild thoughts just now, chewed them up and swallowed them, and seemed to hold the madness on the verge of death, thinking One last time to make my mind up.

    My lips swelled quickly, and the pain forced me to shrink my head back a few millimeters, caressing his angular cheeks, and whispering incoherently: "Don't get me wrong... Agares. If I can, I really want to Get you out now...I'm sorry...Damn it! It's all me, I'm the one who made you like this..."     My eyes swept over the scars on his body, the more I said it, the more I felt the pain in my heart, my head couldn't help it He lowered his forehead against his chest, took a deep breath, and suddenly realized that what he should and only could do was to heal his wound. So, I cautiously stuck out my tongue and licked the scorched scar on his chest. His muscle lines were suddenly tightened like a bowstring, and the thin blue veins protruded from the undamaged skin, clearly visible. He obviously felt pain.

    But like a real doctor, I put my hands on his broad and protruding shoulder blades, stroked the back of his neck like soothing a wounded dolphin, lowered my face, and slowly licked it.

    Those skins have hardened, like burnt leather, and I can even smell a terrible burnt smell, which makes my breath trembling as I try to hold it. Apparently his self-healing ability has been damaged, he can't function through the function of certain cells carried in the blood, and at this time maybe bleeding him again is the fastest way to make him heal, but I can't do that. I can't give those Nazis any chance of getting Agares' DNA, who knows what horrible research they're going to do with it!

    I paused for a moment, and then took a bite heavily on my lip that had been bitten by Agares. I was so hard that my mouth hurt like it was about to shatter. Maybe swollen like a sausage. The moment my blood merged into a thin line and ticked on Agareth's chest, he trembled all over, his arms tugged at the chain, his hard chin rested on the back of my head, and he let out a heavy sigh: "Don't hurt ...yourself, Desharow."     "Damn it, don't move around!" I grabbed his arm and shouted without looking up. I don't need him to worry about my unnecessary minor injuries in this situation, but I know that it's scary to see my mouth bleeding. I mixed the blood and saliva on my mouth, and carefully licked every inch of his wound with my tongue, from top to bottom, without letting go of any corner. I heard his heart beating powerfully and rapidly beside my ears, and it became clearer and clearer, and a white film quickly formed under my tongue on the scorched skin, testifying to my pain. How successful and effective it turned out.     Delighted by this, I went on to examine his other smaller wounds, which, while not as large as the one on his chest, were equally unhealed. So even though they are very low (almost close to the mermaid line on his hipbone), I still don't hesitate to go down and treat them. When I did this, I even forgot that there was someone watching this ambiguous scene, and I just completely regarded myself as a dedicated doctor, maybe, or a half-competent... spouse.