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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫 [𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚]

This has been rewritten and edited, we're sorry if there are any misspellings or anything to ruin your reading.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, toxic relationships, toxic love, the Duchess is not the reader. Mentions of intimate acts (sex*als)

MERMAID AU: based on the little mermaid.

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The images I use are the property of their authors, but the edition runs by part mine. This is a new version since the previous one lacked consistency and I didn't like the result 😑 😒. Part 2

The beautiful woman's disconsolate tears echoed on the desolate beach, tinged by the moonlight. Heartbroken and soul shattered, she wondered again and again what she had done wrong. No matter how much effort she put into attracting the attention of her husband, the man of her dreams, she seemed to find her bored and stoic. Sitting on the sand, she let out a sigh full of bitterness and pain, as the wind caressed her messy hair.

"My attempts were in vain.... Why, what else can I do to win his love? It seems I'm just a nuisance in his life..." whispered the woman to the wind, her voice broken and full of deep sadness.

At that moment, a supernatural-looking man appeared walking in the distance. His snow- and moon-white locks swayed gracefully in the sea breeze. His pale skin, smooth as alabaster, radiated a beauty that transcended earthly boundaries. Oblivious to the woman's presence, he waded into the ocean, letting out a captivating, melancholy melody. The strength of his voice seemed to release the accumulated stress.

The musical notes rose into the air, and the woman, irresistibly attracted by the mysterious and beautiful voice, raised her head to observe the enigmatic man. Their gazes met by chance, and an awkward silence took over the atmosphere. Both felt uneasy in the presence of the other, as if the universe conspired to bring them together at that time and place.

"Excuse me... I didn't mean to interrupt your moment of solitude," the woman said shyly, as she wiped away tears with the back of her hand. She felt pathetic and embarrassed in the presence of such a dazzling being.

"Don't worry. I didn't expect to find someone in this secluded place, normally no one comes here," replied the man with a playful smile, trying to hide his surprise at the woman's appearance.

The encounter did not go unnoticed, and little by little they began to engage in an awkward conversation full of curious questions and hidden longings.

"What brings you to this lonely place?" she asked first, seeking to break the ice that surrounded them, wanting to understand what brought that extraordinary being to a forgotten corner of the beach.

"I needed a break from my busy life. Sometimes I even long to get away from responsibilities and immerse myself in my thoughts," he replied with a kind but tired smile. He turned to her, curious to know her story.

As they continued to converse, the barriers of the awkward situation slowly began to fade. The formerly unhappy and bitter woman found solace in the presence of the captivating-voiced albino. Meanwhile, he was fascinated by the spontaneity and passion she hid behind her careless appearance. A peculiar and special bond was beginning to weave between them.

"Have you ever felt trapped in a world that doesn't allow you to be yourself?" she asked, breaking the silence as she stared at him, her eyes reflecting longing and vulnerability.

He was transfixed for a moment, immersed in thought, trying to find the right words to answer that profound question. With a sincere smile, he decided to share his truth.

"Sometimes, life places us in circumstances that limit us, but it's up to us to find a way to free ourselves from those chains. Personally, I have found in music a way to escape and express myself," Gojo said, revealing a more intimate aspect of his being.

She smiled, laughing at her sincere and authentic expression. In that instant, they seemed to understand each other without the need for additional words.

The sound of the surf gently breaking against the shore became the backdrop of their encounter, as they both shared their deepest experiences and secrets. As they got deeper into their conversation, the awkward and tense moments gave way to a closer and more genuine connection.

Time seemed to stand still in that secluded corner of the beach, and as the moon bathed their encounter in a silvery halo and their gazes intertwined, charged with a silent understanding. The waves of the sea danced around them, as if the ocean itself was celebrating the meeting of two young souls on the abandoned beach.

As the night progressed, the chemistry between them became evident. They shared stories, dreams and fears, immersing themselves in an ever-deepening complicity. Fluid and emotion-filled dialogues revealed a connection that went beyond words, as if their hearts began to beat in unison.

However, dawn was breaking over the horizon, tinging the sky with shades of pink and gold. The magical moment was coming to an end, and both realized they had to separate.

"It was an unexpected and special encounter. Thank you for giving me this company in a moment of loneliness," the woman expressed with gratitude, while the sparkle in her eyes reflected a spark of hope that she had lost before amid broken and disconsolate sobs.

The white-haired man nodded softly, a mixture of melancholy and longing reflected in his eyes. "It has been an honor to share this time with you. Don't forget that there is always a light in the darkness. I hope you find your way to happiness."

With those meaningful words, they said goodbye on the seashore, each carrying with them the indelible memory of that fleeting but transformative encounter.

The woman looked back one last time as she walked away from the beach, carrying her emotions and longings with her.

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The woman returned to her gloomy home, tormented by the echoes of pleasure and the dull thunder of the betrayal her husband consummated with his lover. Keeping silent, as she had been taught, she went into her lonely room, where the man she loved had abandoned her.

However, a strange sensation lingered in her mind: the memory of the beautiful albino remained, like a flickering flame in the midst of the darkness. She had never seen someone with that snow-white mane and those enigmatic eyes, whose blue seemed to reflect an infinite sky. She swore that if she got close enough, her could catch a glimpse of dancing clouds in those celestial orbs, like the ones that float in a clear sky off a sunny beach.

She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling as her mind wandered through the thoughts that plagued her. Finally, exhaustion enveloped her and plunged her into a disturbed sleep.

The hours passed in a haze, and upon awakening, she found herself plunged into the gloom of her room. A faint glow filtered through the slits in the heavy curtains, indicating that a new day had begun. The memory of the encounter on the beach enveloped her like an evocative mist, and a sense of longing filled her chest.

With determination, she got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. She looked at her reflection, her eyes red-rimmed and tired, her hair disheveled. The woman reflected in front of her was a shadow of her former self, but something had changed. In the depths of her being, she had awakened a spark of courage and a determination to seek the happiness she longed for. However, her pessimistic and bitter expression threatened to overshadow that determination.

"I really am pathetic... ahh! This heart of mine is hopeless," the girl muttered in despair. She then decided to fix herself up, getting rid of her sleeping dress still on and trying to correct the smeared makeup on her face.

Sometimes she wondered about her role or why she was still attached to this toxic love.

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The woman, armed with courage, emerged from her room ready to face the day to day as the socialite duchess she was meant to appear to be. Despite her longing for something more, she was resigned to her role as a decorative wife, a mere accessory to the duke whose only interest lay in his mistress. Her husband ignored her completely, confining her to a superficial and meaningless role.

She masterfully organized and attended the most important social events, where her presence was required to maintain the status and power of the family. However, deep inside, she desperately longed to escape from that gilded cage and find a glimmer of authenticity in the midst of falsehood.

In the midst of this empty existence, occasional encounters with the enigmatic albino became her secret refuge. Hidden from her husband and the prying eyes of high society, they would meet in secluded places, where they could relax and revel in the simplicity of nature.

Between emotionally charged whispers and intertwined glances, they explored the deepest corners of their souls. However, for her, the albino was simply a friend. After all, she was oblivious to the deep feelings she harbored in his heart.

One day, as they walked together through the picturesque harbor, the woman could not hide her sadness and sighed as she gazed at the crimson-tinged horizon. Satoru, captivated and curious, took her hand and asked in a soft but determined voice:

"What troubles you so much as to ignore the beautiful sunrise? You have been distant and self-absorbed. I understand if you do not wish to share it with me."

The duchess was moved by his words and sketched a smile, trying to dispel the weary expression and release some of the burden she carried.

"You know, it's hard to break the chains that bind me to this life of appearances. But my heart still clings, even though I know my love for him is toxic. Sometimes I feel like a fool, waiting for something that will never come. Should I continue to cling to this illusion?" she replied, asking herself a question that only she could answer.

The whispers of the wind continued their walk, wrapped in a silence that evidenced the conflict they harbored in their hearts. The duchess knew that giving up her love for the duke would not be easy, for it was rooted deep within her. Meanwhile, Satoru felt his heart beating yearningly, struggling against the reality that she only saw him as a friend.

At the culmination of their encounter, they parted amidst the glow of dawn, both engulfed in a storm of conflicting emotions.

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Filled with silent regret, the duchess returned to the sumptuous duchy which, despite its grandeur, was nothing more than a gilded cage that imprisoned her. At the opulent dinner table, her presence went unnoticed, ignored by both the duke and the other diners. The air of indifference seemed to whisper to her that her existence was only relevant as a figurehead, devoid of voice and will.

The duke, without taking his eyes off his plate, cast a fleeting glance at the duchess and let out a brief sigh. "Carry on as usual," he murmured coolly. It was evident that his interest had completely vanished.

Night fell like a dark cloak over the duchy and the duchess found herself summoned to the duke's bedchamber. Intimate acts, charged with an empty tension, took place without passion or emotional connection. Fulfilling his frozen duties, the duke left her once his needs were met, without further words or gestures of tenderness. The emptiness in the bedroom intertwined with the emptiness in the duchess' soul, leaving her trapped in an abyss of loneliness and hopelessness.

The days passed with parsimony, as the duchess clung to the fragile hope of brief encounters with the albino. In the secret corners of hidden gardens and winding paths, their gazes met and their conversations were a glimmer of authenticity amidst the deception. But each encounter was fleeting, like a breath of fresh air in a stifling world. Unfulfilled longings and unexpressed feelings hung in the air, as if both were caught in a dangerous game of attraction and denial.

The duchess longed to find solace in the albino's arms, but clung to the illusion that her love for the duke could be transformed, that she would one day be reciprocated and truly loved. However, the relentless reality and emotional wounds were tangling in her heart, slowly tearing it apart.

As the days went by, the encounters with the albino became more scarce and fragmented. Her husband became suspicious of her and her actions, so he ordered her not to let her leave the dukedom.

Relatively, during their encounters a furtive brush of hands, a glance full of complicity, were all they could afford. Mutual attraction was still palpable in the air, but the distance imposed by circumstances was cruel and implacable.

In the darkness of the night, as the duchess lay alone in her bed, tears slid silently down her cheeks. She knew that the love she so longed for with the duke would never be hers, and that the refuge she found in the brief encounters with the albino was also short-lived. The pain of loneliness was becoming less bearable and not knowing exactly how to feel.

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The tension in the duchy reached its peak in a heated argument between the duchess and the duke. Anger-filled words flew around the room, like sharp daggers seeking to wound. Unable to control his fury, the duke lost control and violently struck the duchess, leaving a trail of pain and tears on her face.

"You are nothing, just a fucking nuisance that I can use and discard as I please! Forget that I could ever love you," the duke vociferated with contempt, revealing the true nature of their relationship. It was crystal clear that he used her solely for her power and influence coming from his father the right hand of the emperor, considering her nothing more than a disposable object.

"What did I expect from you, hahaha I feel pathetic."

Whispered the duchess still lying on the floor from the blow. Heartbroken and body aching, she retreated from the room in silence, charged with tumultuous emotions. Between the darkness of the night and the waves of the beach, she found refuge in the arms of the albino, who received her with compassion and tenderness.

Tears ran freely down the duchess' cheeks as she recounted to him the duke's cruel treatment, the hurtful words and the physical pain she had suffered. Disappointment and despair enveloped her like a dark cloak, and she sought solace in the albino's comforting embrace.

"I'm sorry," she said in a trembling voice. "I wanted to believe that things would change.... But I've been deceived..." She cried silently, clinging to him desperately, like a child clinging to its mother for protection. He stroked her hair and hugged her tightly.

"Please don't cry," he whispered, trying to calm her. "It's okay." He reassured but she only turned to look at him, tears staining her makeup.

"But it isn't! I thought my heart was strong enough, but it crumbled in front of him."

Satoru, unable to contain his feelings any longer, let himself be overpowered by passion and longing. Without warning, he leaned toward her and kissed her, leaving the duchess surprised and stunned by the unexpected act. At that moment, the world seemed to stop, and the kiss carried with it the promise of an authentic and liberating love.

The duchess, overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions and confusion, slowly separated from Satoru. She didn't know what to say and honestly her mind was a mess, so she didn't care and let him continue.

Their lips collided, skin to skin. Satoru sucked the woman's soft skin, she moaned and felt the albino's hands on her breasts. He began to undress.

"Don't stop," she said, moving closer to him.

He caressed her body with his hands and tongue. Sus dedos tocaron su pecho, luego se deslizaron hasta su abdomen. He pulled her and pushed her against the fresh sand of the beach.

Satoru was a little shy at first, not wanting to ruin their relationship just because of one night of passion, but when he felt the Duchess's naked body pressed against his, he became aroused. His cock was hardening and ready for action.

Without waiting any longer, he wrapped his mouth around her neck, kissing and licking her, then slowly slid down her naked body.

"Fuck! I've wanted you for these months, I've dreamed of you, and now you're all mine.... Hmmmm" The white-haired man moaned between kisses, his hardened cock ready to thrust into the girl's panties.

The duchess, overcome with lust, greedily took the white-haired man's cock into her mouth. The sensation of pleasure shot through her as she licked and sucked him. She wrapped her arms around his body and hugged him tightly, savoring the sensation of being intimate with a man again after so many years.

She closed her eyes as she sucked him deeply. The taste of him made her dizzy and aroused her. Her mouth filled with saliva and she moaned.

Satoru released her juices, letting his semen leak out inside the woman's vagina. Then, hungry and somewhat rough, he carried her in his arms, wrapping his hips around her legs and thrusting his cock between her buttocks. "Ahhh fuck! how tight you are, I love you so much" His whispers filled with obsessive lust they were not heard by her.

The duchess cried out from the pain of his thrusts, but she also felt the pleasure that accompanied them. She felt the albino's strong hands on her body, caressing her and massaging her spongy breasts. His kisses reached her ears, arousing her even more.

"I want you inside me," She moaned desperately, wanting to forget about anything and just let herself be carried away by him and his cock. "I need you inside me."

He didn't answer her, but pushed harder, taking her roughly and with a ravenous hunger in his blue eyes.

Then she, lost in her lust, didn't notice the looming scales or merman features that he inadvertently let out of his body, as he was just as, if not more, lost in her pleasures.

"I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..." he moaned.

The duchess felt the intense pleasure that accompanied her orgasm, and was surprised at how good it felt to be touched like that. The white-haired man pulled away from the duchess and kissed her deeply.

"You've done well... I love you so much," he whispered. However, the duchess only looked at the ground with conflict and when she least expected it, she slipped away, while satoru slept next to her, leaving him alone. Many emotions crossed her face, yet she was crying. She felt confused and somewhat upset, she did not see the beautiful man that way and yet, deep inside, she loved him very much.

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It was early in the morning, and the duchess was walking through the gardens of her secluded ducal mansion, feeling tired and weak. She had spent the night lamenting and feeling even more confused. In her mind, she went over the events of the previous night and the sensations she had experienced were repeated over and over again. She couldn't sleep and she knew it was because of the albino, who had awakened something in her.

She felt her heart beating faster and began to feel a sensation in her stomach, as if it were full of butterflies. But she didn't want to get her hopes up, she feared that she would fall back into the clutches of love, at this point she would only stay in the duchy as her parents would not hesitate to punish her if she divorced.

It was early morning, and the duchess was walking through the gardens of her secluded mansion in the duchy, feeling tired and weak. She had been up all night, tormented by the confusion and mixed emotions that had arisen. The events of the previous night replayed over and over in her mind, and though she felt a strange attraction to the albino, she was also filled with fear and doubt.

Her heart was beating faster and the butterflies in her stomach seemed to flutter endlessly. But she refused to allow hope to grow, afraid to fall back into the clutches of love and face the devastating consequences it could bring. Her social position and the fear of her parents' reprisals if she divorced kept her captive in the duchy, a gilded prison from which she could not easily escape.

The duchess felt cowardly and ashamed of her actions the night before. After that intimate and passionate encounter with Satoru, she had felt a surge of shame wash over her. The image of his male hands on her body was still etched in her mind, evoking a mixture of desire and guilt. She didn't feel ready to face Satoru after standing him up without explanation, unable to deal with the flood of emotions and fears that inundated her.

As she continued her solitary stroll through the gardens, the duchess found herself in a sea of tumultuous thoughts. She longed to find answers, clarity and the strength to make life-changing decisions, but it all seemed so confusing and complicated. She paused under the shade of an ancient oak tree, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She wept silently, letting the tears wash her face as the sun began to shine on the horizon.

In that moment of vulnerability, the duchess recalled the brief encounters with Satoru in previous days. Although her heart pounded when she was near him, there was also a deep fear that held her back. She didn't know what to do, how to cope with all these overwhelming emotions that threatened to overflow.

The duchess wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, determined to face reality and clarify her feelings. However, fear continued to haunt her, afraid of getting hurt once again. Deep in her heart, she knew that postponing this conversation would only prolong her emotional torment.

Despite her initial determination, the duchess decided to wait for a more propitious opportunity to broach the subject with Satoru. She believed that an evening would be the perfect time, when the mansion would be quiet and the shadows would offer a degree of privacy. She planned every detail in her mind, imagining how she would express her feelings and how she would listen to his.

However, fate had other plans in mind. In the middle of the night, as the duchess prepared to sneak out of her room, the duke discovered her in the hallway. His face was shadowed with anger and mockery, as if he were enjoying a macabre spectacle.

"Where do you think you are going, my dear duchess, to meet your mistress, perchance? I'm not surprised, you ungrateful whore," the duke pronounced with contempt and sarcasm.

The duke's words struck the duchess like sharp blades. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time they were not only tears of sadness, but also of indignation. The cruelty with which he treated her reminded the duchess how callous and selfish her husband was.

The duchess tried to respond, to defend herself and explain her feelings, but the duke interrupted her with a mocking laugh and threatened her with even harsher consequences.

"I think it's about time you learned a lesson, my dear Duchess. If you want to play with fire, you will suffer the burns. From now on, I will lock you in the attic, where you can reflect on your mistakes and appreciate the privilege of being my wife."

The duchess's heart sank in her chest as she listened to her husband's words. She was dragged by the servants to the dark and gloomy attic, where she was locked in, surrounded by shadows and silence. Sadness and frustration enveloped her as she struggled to find a way out of her prison.

For the only time she got the duke's attention and when she finally believed she would be able to confess her deep feelings for the albino, she was once again ruined by the man who claimed to be her husband on paper and not in actions.

However, in the midst of the darkness, the duchess found a glimmer of hope even if she did not know it. In her womb, a life was growing, oblivious to the strife and strife that plagued her world.

Meanwhile, Gojo continued to visit the beach every day, putting aside his responsibilities as monarch of the oceans. However, his heart was saddened to see that the duchess did not come to meet him. Although he had never revealed his true identity to her, he longed to do so, but she had left that night after they had given themselves to each other.

As the days passed without news of the duchess, pessimistic thoughts began to consume Gojo. He wondered if she had regretted everything they had shared, if the kiss and tender caresses they had exchanged had been in vain. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he knew there was nothing he could do to change the situation. With his heart full of pain, he decided to return to Atlantis, his kingdom, leaving behind the beach that had witnessed their frustrated love.

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Days later, the duke finally released the duchess from her confinement, warning her not to try anything beyond his control. She nodded submissively, aware that her dream of divorce and freedom from that toxic relationship was fading because of the political and business implications it would entail. Meanwhile, the duchess was beginning to suspect that she was pregnant, but did not mention it to the duke.

In an oversight by the duke, when he left to meet his mistress, the duchess seized the opportunity and escaped. She carried with her the necklace that Satoru had given her, hoping that he would respond when she wanted to see him. However, to her despair, there was no response. Plunged in pain and confusion, the duchess found herself in the middle of the beach, crying and shouting her anguish to the wind.

In that instant, the duchess understood that she was alone and that she must face her uncertain future on her own. Heartbroken and with the weight of her pregnancy on her shoulders, she clung to the only certainty she had: the life growing inside her. Determined to protect her child and find her own path, the duchess set out to face the challenges ahead, not knowing if she would ever again cross paths with those who had marked her life so profoundly.

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A year had passed since that stormy encounter on the beach. The duchess lived in a constant state of discomfort and pain, estranged from Satoru. The two had grown apart due to a misunderstanding that had fueled bitterness in their hearts.

The duchess, determined to protect her daughter from the duke's toxic influence, raised her in secret, keeping her hidden in the duchy's secluded mansion. The little girl, barely a year old, was her greatest treasure and the reason she had found the strength to carry on.

Meanwhile, the duke had formalized his relationship with his mistress by making her his official wife. The duchess, relegated to being the second wife, suffered in silence, feeling her position and power slowly fading away.

The duchess had made the decision to raise her daughter alone, without depending on the duke or Satoru. Despite the pain and disappointment that filled her heart, she found the strength to give all the love and care to her little girl. She knew that her daughter deserved a better future, far from the power games and toxic relationships that had marked her own life.

As the baby girl grew, the duchess found joy in every smile and every accomplishment. Motherhood had become her refuge, a source of hope and unconditional love.

Time marched on and the duchess clung to the hope that someday, both she and Satoru would be able to leave the pain and mistrust behind although at this point that was a simple wish that faded over the years. For the moment, however, their anger and suffering kept them apart, with no possibility of reconciliation.

The Duchess, full of determination and courage, faced each day with her head held high, ready to protect her daughter and forge a new destiny for both of them. Although the shadow of the duke and his lover was still there, she refused to be swept away by it. She knew that she had found strength in herself and in the unconditional love that her little daughter gave her. Together, they would face any challenge that life threw at them.

Well, although misunderstandings have separated them, it will not change the desire that both feel for each other...

There's no beauty without ends No creation with no mends A new silent wish, will cast aside our pain Distancing side by side in vain

Reflecting no more anguish by your side A contradiction worthy to abide Remnants of us ebb and flow A glimpse of love just waiting

Oh, a neverending hope to mend it all Flow, let our time remain and wait for voids to fall

Ascending through the motions It would seem as though they'd last Admitting to our questions And doubts thrown at the past

There's no rightness in pretend Finding comfort once again Wish the days would pass, just yearning for our fate Yet there is solace to be found within dismay

Disowning feelings of grief through these tides A complicated love I'd dare not hide Turbulences come and go But won't reject me whole

Oh, a bittersweet vision through me that befalls Know that despite our voids I swear to hold it all

While sinking through this ocean I would wonder why you'd ask Accepting our affection I just knew that it would last

I want to be right where you are I want to be right where you are I want to be right where you are I want to be right where you are

Touch, the heavens and the skies alight (I want to be right where you are) Breathe, the entire universe shines bright (I want to be right where you are)

I want to be right where you are I want to be right where you are...

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