Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 1639 – Becoming Mates

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Bluepool wrapped his arms around An’an’s slender waist from behind, saying softly, “I’m the only male that you have, but I can’t just let you have a single luminous ball. I searched and collected these luminous balls over the past ten or more years. Do you like them?”

It was clear from the gleam in An’an’s eyes that she liked this place a lot.

Bluepool turned his head and kissed her on the face, his voice turning low and hoarse. “Since you like it, then does it mean that we can… become mates?”

An’an didn’t avoid Bluepool, and his kisses became increasingly blatant, coming from her cheeks down to her lips.

An’an’s eyes opened wide when her mouth was sucked on. She blinked in a daze.

Bluepool’s breathing became anxious. He tried to kiss An’an while slowly leading her into the deepest part of the stone cave.

A layer of soft mesh cloth was laid out on the floor there. This was the soft mesh that would only appear in the merfolk tribe, woven from a type of seaweed that was fine as hair. The seaweed would present itself in different colors at different timings, and thus could be woven into all sorts of colorful fabric and be preserved for several hundred years.

However, weaving such mesh cloth was extremely time-consuming. It was unknown how much time and effort Bluepool had taken to wave so much of them.

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His breathing started to become scorching and his kisses gradually became more intense. He had one arm around An’an’s waist as he pressed her down onto the soft mesh bed.

His fishtail squeezed between the girl’s legs, turning into a pair of long and slender human legs that was placed right against the female’s legs.

Bluepool finally let go of An’an’s lips. He looked at her innocent-looking eyes, which had downward drooping corners like her mother’s, then said in a hoarse voice, “I know that you like me…”

“Isn’t that right?” Bluepool’s cold fingers touched An’an’s face as if he wanted to get her affirmation. However, he knew that An’an wouldn’t reply to him. Thus, a hint of grief entered his voice.

An’an was also looking at him. Her focused gaze would easily be mistaken as “devoted”.

What was he talking about? He seemed a little weird today. Was he unhappy?

She’d have to spend more time with him then, to let him feel happier.

Therefore, An’an hugged Bluepool.

“I knew it. I knew that I’m different to you,” Bluepool smiled in relief, lifting her dress.

Having taken care of An’an for over ten years, he had some understanding of her body, and the entry was quite smooth.

An’an’s countenance instantly changed and became scrunched up. She lowered her head and looked down.

Bluepool’s expression looked like he was in pain, too. Seeing that An’an was in pain, he quickly stopped.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

However, An’an’s expression was slow. Even though her body was still in great pain, her expression had returned to normal when Bluepool asked her this question. She looked straight into his eyes.

Bluepool wasn’t sure of An’an’s condition and the muscles on his face tensed up, suppressing his bursting desires. He was planning to draw out and check her body.

However, An’an hugged him tightly.

He was unhappy, so she had to spend more time with him. If she were to let go, it’d be hard for her to find him.

An’an’s thoughts were just that simple.

It was hard for beastmen to control themselves when they were mating. Seeing this, Bluepool instantly felt assured. He couldn’t hold back anymore, held onto An’an’s waist, and plowed hard.

It was probably because she was used to pain when she was young that An’an was very good at bearing it. It was just that her face muscles were tensed up tightly.

Gradually, the pain subsided and her expression started to relax. Then, her gaze turned blurry. Her arms, which were wrapped around Bluepool for a reason, turned into an unconscious tightening. In the end, she even let out many sweet moans uncontrollably.

An’an didn’t make sounds often, and Bluepool was overwhelmed by joy while being immersed in his desires.. To hear more of her voice, his movements became even greater.