It burrowed.
The stretch was unbearable. A cruel test of her limits. A trial meant to be endured by birthing mothers, not… not drowned holy women forgotten in the dark.
Still.
A wet, sucking breath flapped above her, and his cock flexed against her entrance. Too wide. Pulsing with unholy insistence.
Burrowing.
Kore’s entire world grew narrow and refined. Reduced to a single point, she went still. Utterly fixated on that relentless pressure as the monster’s weight at her back increased.
He was refused entry. Her gates resisted what wasn’t meant to be. No matter the ache, nor the slick fluid pouring from her depths, she kept what he meant to take.
Scales rasped against stone as he shifted with a grunt. A rattling breath. He repositioned. Touch brimming with violence, he slowed. Withdrew.
Then, setting the full weight of his colossal body against the basin of upturned, female hips, he forced submission.
Pain.
It lanced through her.
A bright, searing thing that made her sob against stone. Just for an instant. A flame so bright, she couldn’t help but lean toward the heat before she was swallowed by shadow.
Shamed.
Heburrowed.
Worming inside, he churned against her with relentless pulses. Stretching what had been given to Apollo, she was ruined. Defiled and reshaped to fit the king of monsters.
He made a sound. Something other than the wet rattle of death, it was a thing almost beyond hearing. A rumble that shivered through her marrow and echoed between her thighs.
She couldn’t help it, the way she clenched. Bearing down.
Fingers twisting where they were pinned beneath his fist, she tried to call upon her Lord. Even as she gushed for a beast, she tried. To resist. To reject. Railing against every brutal inch that was stolen. Remade.
A futile thing.
Heat pooled in her belly. Grew damp and flush as sweat speckled her brow. Pooling in the dip at her lower back, where scales met flesh.
And her pussy. It spasmed.
Milking that repulsive thing as it burrowed,burrowed,burrowed.
Robbing her of sense.
It was her turn to gasp, and she did it through a flood of salty tears. Shaking. Trembling.
And then… he stopped.
Cock throbbing where it had wrenched her open, he pinned her flat to the stone. Holding her still, as if to let her grow accustomed to the stretch, he raked deadly claws down her ribs. Bumping over bone as she lay gasping beneath him.
He was… petting her. Almost… soothing.
But that was impossible.He was inside her. Brutally. Fully. Seated so deep, her lungs strained for space to fill.
Still, the pacifying flick of a somewhat gentle touch continued to trace flushed skin.
Time ceased. The trickle of seconds replaced with shivering breaths.
