All she saw was a glimpse. A hint between one instant and the next.
It was enough.
Enough that she squealed, pressing back hard enough to bruise her spine even as her core gushed and fluid oozed from deep inside.
And so it was that the same word surfaced in her mind as she looked at the hideous thing moving toward her. Monstrous. A cock of truly demonic proportions, it would have shamed the Athenian slavers and made the priests of Delphi fall to their knees in shocked worship of the divine.
A glistening bead burped from the tip before it was swallowed by shadows.
And with a lash of his tail, he was upon her.
His clawed hand caught her throat. Lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all, he brought her up, level with his eyes. Air strangled in her chest, her legs kicking uselessly as he studied her.
Amused.
He wasamusedby her horror.
Aroused by it.
With a growl of mockery, the beast tore through the flimsy robes growing tattered and wretched, baring fevered flesh to that slitted, mocking glare. Inspecting, he let one hand trail south, claws bumping over nipples and ribs, rimming her belly button before he dipped… lower.
The threat of claws touched her swollen heat and came away wet.
He showed her. Spreading two fingers in a lewd 'V' so she could see the strings of sticky drool spreading between his digits. They glinted in the gloom. Tacky. Mocking her.
His grin grew feral.
Gills clattering.
Cruel madness flashed in his eyes.
And then he tasted her.
Obscene. Lingering.
Sucking those fingers, he let his tongue sweep between them and watched her writhe without so much as a tepid blink. Drinking her in as he swallowed her down.
Strangling where she was held aloft, back pinned to the cave wall, Kore flailed. Struggling to draw breath, even as a damn broke and a flood of obscene wetness gushed between her legs, she watched as he tasted her. Disgusted.
Enthralled.
She couldn't help the sound she made as she stared. A desperate, animal whine.
The beast was far from finished, yet unhurried.
There was nothing but time to enjoy his hooked minnow.
Something wicked flicked across his face, then. Something… devious and hungry.
Lifting her higher still, his fingers flexed where they were wrapped about her throat. With the other, he tore at what little remained of her robes, stripping her bare to a gaze ill-suited for the semi-dark of the cave.
A gaze meant for the Deep.
His gills clapped, as a wet, sucking breath rattled between them.
And then, catching her left knee and wrenching her thighs apart, his head dipped…
… so he could drink from the source.
