Hot and slick, a possessive swipe of his tongue lapped at folds sopping with shame. Drenched in terrorized humiliation. Saturated in a treacherous betrayal of everything she'd sworn to be.
Pleasure ignited her blood, and she sobbed through the vice circling her throat.
He denied her even that. Flexing cruel digits, he crushed that sound against his palm and left her dangling from his grip.
Helpless.
Desecrated as the feast began.
His tongue darted out. Slipping between plumped folds. Dividing sacred petals, he sucked her back and swallowed her down. Making a mess of her. Lewd in the way he pulled at her lips and made her plump.
Blackness yawned at her peripherals, but Kore arched into that obscene touch. Hips tilting of their own accord, she stretched toward what promised to unbalance her entire world.
Biting at exposed skin, he feasted. The air frigid against heated flesh.
Fed by terror, Kore grew bold. And scrambling hands found purchase against forearms corded with dense muscle. Trying to pry him away from her airway. Trying to protect, even as he lapped and sucked.
She made a sound, then.
A pathetic, desperate croon that rattled in the palm of his hand when his tongue snaked deeper. Probing inside her. Penetrating that tight sheath, he made her clench on a gasp when teeth scraped at sensitive, overwrought flesh.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Couldn’t fight or move or beg.
There was nothing beyond the pressure of something building.
Something terrible and impossible.
And then she felt him smile.
Lips pressed against sodden folds. Twitching with mirth, cruel. She knew without seeing it… that it was a gesture meant to taunt.
Tears spilled over her lashes, then. Hot and wretched. Scalding burning cheeks as she sobbed in the heart of his palm and looked toward the rocky ceiling above.
But Apollo could not see her.
Not here. Where she’d been trapped in the dark by a monster.
Going limp, even as her centre tightened with wanton treachery, Kore willed her end to be swift. Ignoring the way her thighs were pried further apart, so he might dig yet further inside, she felt her belly grow taut. Reacting to a beast, she gushed where shame pooled between her legs. Where she was soggy and swollen.
Aching.
The son of Poseidon built a fire in the middle of a nameless ocean.
Fanning the flames with a sweep of his tongue, he pushed her into the inferno, grinning now as her spine bowed and she pressed deeper into that wriggling, wet warmth, and then?—
Peeling himself away, the beast thumbed the river of glistening cream as it ran down his chin.
Gills fluttering, he sucked his digits clean…
… and let her fall.
She landed in a heap of trembling, twisted limbs and clenching flesh.
Discarded.
Left to cower as he rose to his full height and balanced on a fat coil of sinuous tail.
