Volume 10 Chapter 7 Tears of the Merfolk Princess
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Klock hesitated, his mind racing. Why is she crying? If he was the cause, he could think of a dozen reasons why. But none of them quite fit.
He stepped closer to Primlena. She flicked her gaze toward him for a moment, then turned away, her shoulders stiff.
He’d stumbled upon her in tears. Her back was to him, a clear sign she didn’t want him there, but running away now would be a coward’s move. She’d come all the way from the ocean’s depths to be Klock’s wife—or so the plan went. He might not fix this, but he owed it to her to at least listen.
He sat beside her. Primlena flinched, her expression sour, but he ignored it and slid an arm around her shoulders. She kept her face turned away, yet she didn’t pull back.
”Is it Kispe?” he asked. “You like her that much?”
”What?” Her voice was sharp, startled.
”I get it—guys falling for a girl like her might not make sense to you. But if that’s how it is, fine. Still, I knew you first. To think I’d put her before you—”
Her words hit him like a sudden storm. Was she watching us? Did she see him with Kispe, that almost-moment, and get mad? No, that wasn’t it. She’d said something about priorities. His mind scrambled, piecing it together. The meeting. That’s what this is about.
”You mean the insider job?” he said, grasping at the thread. “That was just because Kispe had the connections. That’s all.”
Silence.
”Look, I’m sorry. I know you want a role in this too. I’m working on it, alright? You don’t need to worry.”
More silence. She wouldn’t even look at him. Her fin-like ears drooped, lower than he’d ever seen, her whole body radiating defeat. Is she jealous of Kispe? The thought stunned him. Primlena, crying over something like this? He’d never imagined her so fragile. She was supposed to be tougher than that.
He’d chosen Kispe for the job because it made sense—her skills, her contacts. But to Primlena, it must’ve looked like he’d handed a crucial role to a newcomer while sidelining her. She was a priestess of the sea, not some servant to be brushed off with meaningless tasks. He hadn’t meant to dismiss her, but he hadn’t exactly given her a purpose either.
Damn it. Making excuses wouldn’t cut it—not when they’d been enemies just weeks ago. And yet, Primlena wasn’t weak. Or was she? Maybe this wasn’t just about Kispe. Maybe it was everything piling up, all the things he hadn’t noticed.
He’d been with other women. That alone was enough to hurt her, whether it was the reason for her tears or not.
Primlena stayed quiet, her body tense under his arm. He didn’t push. Sometimes, words weren’t the answer. Emotions were like a fire—let them burn long enough, and they’d settle. For now, he’d give her time. All the time she needed.
He had nothing else planned today anyway. Might as well stay till morning, he thought, half-joking to himself. With any other woman, he’d have clapped her on the back, told her to cheer up, and walked away. But Primlena wasn’t just anyone. He stayed, holding her close, waiting for her to speak.
Finally, she did, her voice soft and broken. “I can’t even talk to Hero properly.”
He blinked. “What?”
”Even that Majin girl, and Flavia—they keep their distance. Because of me. Because I’m not… close to Hero. If they get too friendly with me, it’ll cause trouble for them.”
”That’s not—”
”There’s no place for me here.” Her words hung heavy, simple but raw. Tears fell as she spoke, small drops catching the light. Klock pulled her closer, letting her hide her face against his chest. At least he could shield her from the world for a moment.
Primlena was strong. As fierce and stubborn as Suzette, with that same sharp edge. But here, on land, that strength seemed to falter. She pressed herself against him, clinging like she was drowning.
Klock’s eyes widened. She’s reaching out to me. Primlena, the proud Merfolk princess, holding onto him like he was her lifeline. So that’s it. She feels like she doesn’t belong.
It made sense. Suzette and Flavia wouldn’t be cruel to her, not deliberately. But with Hero in the picture, getting too close to Primlena could complicate things. People were messy like that—disliking someone just because they were tied to someone you didn’t get along with. And Primlena, aware of it all, probably held herself back, isolating herself further.
He thought of the others. Cianie seemed fine, even with her own kind of loneliness—she had Klock, her friend Tiet, and now Suzette and Meina to share tea with. Back in Beast Country, she had a whole pack of admirers. Suzette and Meina were social, blending easily with the Brigante crew. Meina, especially, was like a stray cat, adored by the women adventurers, though she’d snap at any man who got too close. Suzette earned respect, surrounded by people who looked up to her. They didn’t have time to feel lonely.
Flavia was closer to Primlena’s situation, hiding her long ears and keeping her distance from the crew. She stayed in touch with her homeland, but her life here wasn’t so different from Primlena’s.
But Primlena had it worse. Unlike Flavia, she couldn’t just return to the Sanctum. Her role as the High Priestess’s sister tied her to Hero, to this mission. She was stuck, cut off from her people, barely connecting with the others here. No wonder she felt alone.
”You probably think I’m nothing to you,” she said, her voice sharp with pain.
”No way that’s true,” Klock shot back.
Her hurt turned on him now, raw and unguarded. This was his moment to prove himself.
”You’ve got Hero. You’ve got Kispe as your… whatever she is. You don’t need me. Just go to her and leave me alone.”
”I’m not going anywhere.”
Her voice broke, trembling with tears. He’d never expected to hear her like this—so vulnerable, so unlike the fierce warrior who’d chased him across battlefields, spear in hand. He almost missed that version of her.
”I can’t do anything here. I’m useless. No one sees me.” Her words came softer now, each one heavy with despair. “I just make things worse. You must be tired of dealing with someone like me. I’m… sorry. I’m so tired. Just leave me alone.”
She was breaking, her usual dignity crumbling into something fragile and human. But even as she pushed him away, her hands clung to him, desperate. Klock covered her hands with his, holding tight. He didn’t need words to tell her he wasn’t giving up on her.
”Primlena,” he said softly.
She didn’t respond.
”Want to go back home? Sorry, but I’m not letting you go that easily.”
He ran his fingers through her orange hair, smooth as silk. It slipped through his hand like water. Merfolk cherished their hair, he’d heard. He kept stroking, gentle and steady, as she leaned into him, still trembling but holding on.
Primlena’s orange hair shimmered like it might lure fish, mistaken for bait. She’d said sharks—ones that didn’t even eat people—would snap at her in the sea. Still, she never cut it. Merfolk treasured their hair, a piece of their culture she carried even here.
”You’re incredible,” Klock said, his voice low and earnest. “Coming alone to enemy territory for your people? That kind of guts? You’re one of a kind. Agreeing to be my wife, even when you barely know me? That’s next-level. Most women would’ve broken down and run. You’re doing all this for your clan. You’re one hell of a woman.”
He pulled her closer, his arms tightening. There was no lie in his words—they came straight from the heart. A Merfolk leaving the sea to marry a man on land, an enemy no less? It was insane to think about. Who else could pull that off?
Primlena’s strength was undeniable. The weight of her clan’s expectations, the pressure from Cianie—it must’ve been piling up, day after day. She’d held on, toughing it out until now. And if Klock was honest, her tears were probably his fault. He’d neglected her, hadn’t given her the attention a woman who’d come to be his wife deserved.
”I’m not letting a woman like you slip away,” he said fiercely. “You came here to be mine. No way I’m letting you go back now. Not after seeing how capable you are. You’re stuck with me.”
”What?” Primlena stirred in his arms, her face peeking up, eyes wide. “You… really think that?”
She looked almost shy, her expression softening, and Klock couldn’t help but grin. She was adorable like this, all flustered.
”Look, I know it’s rough with Cianie and the others judging you,” he said. “The way we met—it’s messy, no fixing that. It’s hard now, but we’ll take it slow, figure it out together. You’ve got me. You’re not alone. And honestly, I’ve got complaints too. You came to be my woman, right? So don’t go crying alone—come to me first.”
She didn’t respond, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He brushed them away with his thumb, and when she reflexively closed her eyes, he seized the moment, pressing his lips to hers.
The kiss was fierce, pulling her close, reminding the lonely Merfolk princess she wasn’t alone. They tumbled onto the bed, his lips never leaving hers as he leaned over her, pressing himself closer. He needed her to feel she belonged—to him.
His hand slid to her chest. Primlena gasped, a sharp, instinctive flinch, but he ignored it, cupping her firmly.
”Hey,” she muttered, her voice low.
”Hm?”
”You get a little leeway, and you go straight for this?”
Her tear-streaked face glared at him, half-exasperated, half-exhausted. Was this really the mood? her look seemed to say. But her protest was weak, like she didn’t have the energy to fight him.
Klock didn’t bother with excuses. He kissed her again, over and over, until her resistance softened. Her body relaxed, giving in bit by bit. He tugged at her bra, sliding it off with ease.
”Primlena,” he said, voice rough. “I’m a hopeless guy, you know that.”
She snorted softly. “I’m realizing that now.”
”Yeah, well, that’s why I need you to stick around. Don’t leave me.”
She froze, a small sound catching in her throat. He was laying it on thick, no question. He’d never properly courted her, not the way she deserved. If they’d met under normal circumstances—or if Klock had a shred of normal sensibility—this would’ve come first.
”You’ve got Hero, that Majin girl,” she said, her voice sharp. “All those other women.”
”I want you here too.”
”You’ll probably make them cry too,” she muttered, but the corner of her mouth twitched—a faint smile.
”Please,” he said, softer now. “Don’t go anywhere.”
She turned her face away, cheeks flushing. “Just… shut up and do it.”
Klock grinned. “Giving in already?”
”I don’t know,” she snapped, her voice sharp but playful. “You want to do it, don’t you? Just get on with it.”
Primlena tugged at the ties of her outfit, peeling it away to reveal herself. Her lips pursed, but she was ready, or at least willing to meet him halfway.
His fingers traced her skin, and the soft, slick sounds of her body responding filled the air. She was already more than ready.
”Look at you,” he teased. “All set to go.”
”Shut up,” she shot back. “You’re not exactly holding back either.”
Her hands moved to his lower garments, pulling them down. His erection sprang free, guided by her slender fingers. She raised an eyebrow.
”Hard as a rock the whole time I was crying, huh?” she said, her tone dry. “Thinking back, you forced yourself on me the first time too. You’ve got some twisted tastes.”
”No, no, that’s not it!” he protested, laughing. “I was out of it for ten days straight, alright? Pent-up energy.”
He pushed Kispe out of his mind, blaming his state on the long recovery. Sure, his dreams had been wild, but his body was starving for this. And now, with Primlena beneath him, there was no stopping.
”You’re hopeless,” she said, but she held out her arms, a silent invitation.
He answered with another kiss, deep and hungry, slipping his tongue past her lips to keep her focused. His body pressed against hers, guiding himself into her with a slow, deliberate thrust.
She gasped, a soft, needy sound, her body clinging to him. The sensation of her warmth, tight and welcoming, sent a jolt through him. His mind reeled—all that action in my head lately, and my body’s acting like it’s been forever.
Her body responded, tightening around him, her heat and rhythm pulling him deeper. She was skilled, her movements instinctive, drawing him in.
”You got the short end of the stick,” he murmured, still moving. “Stuck with a guy like me.”
”Couldn’t agree more,” she said, her voice dry but soft.
”But me? I’m the luckiest bastard alive. A woman like you, crossing the sea to find me? Strong, sexy, my kind of fire. If we were back home, I’d be dragging you on dates just to show you off.”
”Idiot,” she muttered, her ears flushing red. She glanced at him, quick and shy, before looking away.
”I’m damn lucky,” he said. “If I hadn’t come here tonight, I’d regret it forever.”
”You’re just saying that,” she replied, lips pursed, but her eyes softened.
He rocked his hips, each movement a gentle knock against her core. “Primlena.”
”What?”
”Stay with me. Always.”
She huffed. “You should’ve said that sooner.”
It wasn’t the most romantic moment, tangled up like this, but sometimes it was all about the heat, the momentum. She gasped, her voice breaking. “It’s… thick, as always…”
”Sorry,” he grinned. “No letting you sleep tonight.”
She closed her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips. From crying to this—pinned beneath him, facing a long night. Poor girl, he thought, but he didn’t stop. He nipped at her ear, moving harder, teasing her exposed skin with his tongue, tasting her breasts as she arched beneath him.
”God… do whatever you want,” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of surrender and defiance.
”What’s that mean?” he teased.
”I’m saying I’ll stay,” she snapped. “So do it until you’re satisfied.”
He grinned, kissing her neck, letting his tongue graze her pulse. She let him, her body yielding even as she held her ground.
”What, giving up?” he asked. “Planning to run back to the sea after this? One last hurrah?”
”No,” she said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. I came to be your wife. I’m staying—until you die or I’m carrying your child.”
Got her. He raised a mental fist in triumph. He’d dragged the words out of her, made her say she’d stay. For now, the crisis was over.
”You came to my tent to have me, didn’t you?” she said, half-exasperated, half-amused. “Do what you always do.”
That was her—always meeting his desire head-on, giving in to the pull. “You sure?” he teased. “If I do what I want, I’m using you like a toy. No mercy, just pounding away. You good with that?”
She hesitated, then muttered, “Maybe… go a little easy.”
Klock pressed his lips against hers, silencing her as he thrust deeper. Lovers’ intimacy was supposed to be equal, a mutual give-and-take. But Primlena wasn’t offering that—she’d declared her body his to take.
This was his moment, a raw, unfiltered claim. The Merfolk princess would be consumed, her body his to devour. Her half-spoken plea for restraint? He let it slip past unheard.
A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled against his. “Mmm…”
He sank deeper, his movements deliberate, each thrust making her body jolt beneath him. Her hips twitched, unable to resist as he hit her core. The rhythm was relentless, a steady push and pull that strained her, her curves trembling under the weight of his desire.
Her breasts, offered up to him, were soft and yielding in his hands. He kneaded them, teasing the taut peaks with his fingers, savoring every shudder that ran through her.
”Nn… ah!” Her voice broke, sharp and breathless.
Her body arched, stiffening as a wave crashed through her. It had been a while for both of them, and Klock hadn’t expected to push her over the edge so soon. But she was already there, trembling, her body clenching around him. She’d been ready from the start, slick and eager despite her tears. Maybe she’d been craving this as much as he had.
Primlena writhed beneath him, her shaking limbs gripping him tighter, her breaths ragged. But he didn’t stop. Even as her climax pulsed, he drove into her, relentless, her muffled cries growing louder.
”Ngh… mmph!” Her voice was a mix of pleasure and strain, caught between his lips.
The Merfolk princess was fighting to keep up, her body yielding to his roughness. Her warmth enveloped him, tight and pulsing, drawing him deeper with every move. He pressed his weight into her, her arms clinging to him as if anchoring herself. His body responded, a powerful surge building within him.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat. “Ngh?!”
He released, the rush flooding her, each pulse claiming her from within. Her body shuddered with every burst, her breaths heavy and uneven as she clung to him, her face buried against his shoulder. Her hips bucked, instinctively tightening around him, taking everything he gave.
Damn, I’m letting it all out today, he thought, still pressed against her. Days of pent-up need, fueled by that Succubus Princess’s teasing, poured into Primlena. She took it all, curled beneath him, her usual fire softened into quiet submission. Even in bed, she was fierce in her own way, enduring him with a quiet strength that made his chest ache.
”Stick out your tongue,” he murmured.
He stayed buried in her, hips pressed tight, drawing out the moment. She was trembling, overwhelmed, but he didn’t wait. He kissed her again, hungry, tugging a strand of hair from her lips before devouring her mouth. She responded, clinging to him, her tongue meeting his in a shy, obedient dance.
Primlena was a mess, her body quivering with every touch, fully given over to him. She hugged him tight, and in his mind, he raised a victorious fist. She’s mine.
Even now, her body held him, warm and responsive. A slight shift of his hips drew a sharp clench from her, a soft gasp against his lips. She didn’t pull away, her arms wrapped around him, savoring the lingering closeness.
But then her grip slackened, her arms falling limp. Klock pulled back, catching his breath after the long, heated exchange. Something caught his eye—small, round objects scattered across the sheets.
”What… pearls?” he muttered, picking one up.
Primlena jolted upright, her face flushing. “Don’t touch those!”
”Huh?”
She swatted his hand, sending the pearl rolling. It joined a cluster of maybe twenty others, nestled in the folds of the blanket.
”What are these?” he asked, confused.
”Just… don’t worry about it!” she snapped, turning away, her orange hair sticking to her sweat-damp skin, her back a defiant wall.
He shrugged. If she didn’t want to talk, fine. There were bigger things to focus on—like keeping her here, making her feel this was where she belonged. The night wasn’t over, and neither was his mission to anchor her to this life.
”That was… pretty damn good,” he said, grinning. “Can’t do this back in the sea, right? Bet you don’t even want to leave anymore.”
She didn’t answer, but he slid behind her, scooping her hair aside and wrapping his arms around her. His hands found her breasts again, fingers teasing the still-sensitive peaks. She didn’t resist, letting him touch her, her breaths deep and heavy.
Instead of turning, she leaned back into him, her body soft against his chest, a quiet surrender. The Merfolk princess was letting herself be vulnerable, and it stirred something in him.
”Not saying anything, huh? That mean you’re not impressed?” he teased.
”That’s not it,” she muttered. “Don’t make me say it.”
”Come on, be honest for once. How was it?”
A pause.
”I… liked it,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her fin-like ears flushed crimson, and he could imagine her face matching them. It wasn’t their first time, but her shy admission felt so raw it almost made him laugh.
He slid a hand lower, fingers brushing between her thighs. The slick sound of their mingled fluids filled the air, her body still responsive, drawing him in effortlessly.
”Again?” she asked, her voice soft but steady.
”Said we’re going till morning, didn’t I?”
She nodded slightly, her usual sharp retorts replaced by a quiet compliance. She’s so damn cute like this, he thought, struck by how different she was from her usual fiery self.
This was definitely an all-night thing. No way he’d leave her wanting, not when she was this open, this ready. Her body was already trembling with anticipation, no foreplay needed. She’d been holding back, but tonight she was all in, and he’d make sure she knew this was her place—right here with him.
Her head lolled against his shoulder, her hair brushing his neck as she melted into him. He tightened his hold, savoring her warmth.
”Mind if we move these pearls?” he asked, glancing at the scattered beads.
She murmured a soft agreement, reaching to sweep them off the bed. But as she moved, Klock froze. Something wet and sticky clung to his foot.
”What the…?” He stared down, his stomach twisting.
Blood. Fresh, bright red, smeared on his foot and streaking the sheets. It was on Primlena too, near her waist.
”Primlena!” he shouted, panic rising. “You’re bleeding like crazy!”
She glanced down, calm despite the red. “Oh… sorry. Looks like a wound reopened.”
”Wound?” His voice cracked.
She touched her side, near her hip, where a small gash—about the length of a finger joint—oozed blood. It looked like a stab wound.
”Got careless fighting a vampire,” she said, almost casually.
”What?”
”Probably just a stray shot or something.”
Primlena spoke like it was nothing, but the blood pouring from her side sent Klock into a panic.
”What the hell, Primlena? Why didn’t you do something about this?” he demanded, his voice tight.
”Why are you freaking out?” she said, tilting her head. “Oh, right. Humans and Fishkin heal differently, don’t they? Don’t worry. For us, a scratch like this closes up fast. Look, it’s already—”
She swung her arm and twisted her hips to prove her point, her breasts swaying with the motion. Klock’s eyes flicked to her for a split second, but then a spatter of blood arced through the air.
”Bandage it, you idiot!” he shouted.
They moved to his tent, where he patched her up with frantic care. He wasn’t the type to get off on a bleeding woman, no matter how tough she acted. Primlena seemed ready to pick up where they left off, but Klock’s mood had crashed. Instead of words, he pulled her close, tucking her against his chest. They curled up together, her warmth lulling them both into sleep.
* * *
”Klock?” Her voice was soft in the dark.
”Hm?”
”Will you… do this again tomorrow?”
He hesitated, his mind foggy with sleep.
”Ow, ow, what, what’s that for?” he yelped as she pinched him.
”Why didn’t you answer right away?” she huffed. “Who’re you planning to be with tomorrow, you cheater?”
”No, no, I was just dozing off!” he protested, rubbing his side.
* * *
”Klock?” she whispered later, her voice quieter.
He didn’t respond, his breathing slow and even.
”Are you asleep?”
Silence.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I trust you,” she murmured. “Goodnight.”
Notes:
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Flavia – Younger Forestkin princess (132). Gentle yet resolute. Sent by Queen Isabella as marriage pledge to Klock, the Chain Binder, symbolizing the Void’s loyalty to the Goddess Teekua.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
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