She was left to do nothing but feel.
Every inch.
Each pounding beat of his enormous heart.
Penetrated.
Remade.
There was nothing.Shewas nothing.
There was only the suffocating weight, the maddening throb, and a stretch that grew less alien, less unbearable with every passing instant.
And yet he remained. Balanced on one hand, a living tentacle buried inside her. Motionless, as if waiting.
Slick dripped from where she gaped, a drop of pure shame wetting the stone. She felt it slip from her mound. Oozing from petals stretched white and bloodless.
Kore gasped. Fluttering as her walls hugged a beast.
Another low rumble shook her marrow, then.
Approval.
She could feel it hanging heavy in the damp air.
And without warning, he moved. Relenting. Scales scraping delicate flesh, he ground against her. Ravaging her thighs with the slightest movement, each cruel, deliberate circle of his hips forced a ragged groan from her throat.
She was pried open with merciless precision.
At her back, the weight of a Leviathan. And with his free hand, he wound a fist into her salt-matted hair and wrenched her head back. Making her arch as she was laid open. All but folded in half.
Something pathetic escaped her, then. A whimper bred with a grunt. Some disgraceful call of a broken thing being fucked in the dark.
Desperate to throw him off, to preserve some scrap of the dignity she’d been meant to wear, she snarled. Writhing beneath him.
It was a terrible mistake.
It only drove him deeper. Jerking hips an invite she hadn’t meant to issue, but couldn’t rescind.
Fist growing tight and cruel against her scalp, he growled low. Breath wet. Forcing her spine to bow as he gave yet more of his weight.
And his cock… it bulged inside her. Growing impossibly fat. Each lazy churn of turgid flesh was a punishment that made her sob. Broken.
Betrayed.
For her clit…
It had become… engorged. Fat and swollen, it, more than any other terrible thing in that dank little cave, had become the center of her world. Desperate. Throbbing with unnatural need. It forced out all rational thought and screamed formore.
She pushed back. Seeking friction.
A brainless beast in unnatural heat, Kore tried to answer that primal call being written into her flesh. Sobbing, her knees spread of their own accord, and she made room for it—her destruction. An invitation scrawled in gooey slime and flushed cheeks.
Betrayal lit her every nerve.
What little remained of her mind rejected the horror being inflicted upon the body.
Still.
