And then he reached for the monstrous thing pulsing below his navel. Stroked it.
It was an action she'd seen the priest of Apollo do, tugging on his wrinkled little cock with white knuckles as sweat dropped from his temples and spattered across Kore's belly.
It was a thing the man at the slave market had done, too, as cruel greed gleamed in his yellowed, watery eyes and he spurted ropes of fetid cream in the dirt at her feet.
But this?
She had no words to describethis.
The beast's hand was large enough to crush her ribs, and still, his cock looked enormous in that clawed grip.
And then it…moved. Belching up a gush of shimmering brine, the thing flexed when it was petted, as if preening for attention. As if eager for a task.
Agast, Kore watched as it tried to buck its master's grip and reached instead… for her.
Undulating, an eerie mockery of something sentient, it strained against the cage of thick fingers. Surging in size and shrinking from one instant to the next. Pulsing a grotesque dance of the obscene.
She sagged in his grip, growing weak as the fight spluttered at her edges. Starved of breath, but still, she couldn't look away. Couldn’t tear her gaze from what he fisted in one hand.
Lips tingling, eyes bulging as her pulse pounded in her jelly, something taboo clawed its way free of her chest. "Please…"
Her knees hit the stone in a wet clatter.
Gasping, she gulped down a breath of air. Head lolling as her tiny, horrific world spun around her.
She blinked, dazed.
Shocked and helpless, she mustered a tiny, wordless protest as she was flipped to her hands and knees. Palms scraped raw when she slapped the rock in a pathetic attempt to flee.
But her thighs were wrenched wide. The air at her back heavy with menace, even as a chill kissed her sopping flesh.
A rough palm landed between her shoulder blades, grinding her flat to the stone. Her cheek mashed against the cold surface as she was pried apart. Left open to inspection or… worse.
The beast captured her hips. Tilting her up and open, he took liberties. Probing delicate folds with vicious claws.
She was ruined. Desperate. Slick and twitching even under such crude handling, he wound her tighter with every careful sweep of those deadly digits. The threat of violence prickled between her legs, and she mewled. Betrayed by her own flesh.
And then she felt it.
Wet.
Alive.
Tentative, at first.
Inquisitive.
It slithered against her mound. Thick and blunt. Unnaturally hot. Greasier than her slit, but so utterly, horribly alive with intent.
Her body knew what her mind rejected.
Hips tilting as if bound to a breeding bench, a dam awaiting a stud, her knees pressed wider still.
That compliance was rewarded. Probing wetness traced her folds. Rimming that clenching slit with deliberate precision, before it moved… higher. Throbbing against a swollen bead of pleasure, it pumped between her lips. Teasing. Wretched.
Divine.
Kore bucked in terror. Muscles flinching in horrified protest as that weapon curled and flexed against her. Leaving the beast to savor every pathetic shudder he might draw from her frame.
