Pumping her of its own accord, it moved. Separate from its master. Stroking her deep in something that would be easy to mistake for a caress, but wasn’t.
It was… an exploration.
She could feel it prodding her depths.
Seeking entrance, but to where, she couldn’t begin to imagine.
Because she was already crammed so full. Because she was nothing. A blank void remade to suit the whims of a behemoth.
Gills clattered above her.
Schlick-clap.
It was a ragged sound. Labored.
His anatomy not suited for the land. Each breath an obvious struggle for a creature meant to rule the deep.
But still, he remained motionless. Lodged inside her as she rippled and twitched.
Achingly hard.
Still, except for the beat of a thunderous heart and the burrowing exploration of a sentient tube of flesh.
The squirming inside grew more insistent. Pressing against the backside of her navel, it bulged and squished. Prehensile, it pulsed. Growing fat and alien.
And then it coiled against the mouth of her womb.
Horror eclipsed the fog of ecstasy. A cold slap of primal realization that struck Kore with the force of a crashing wave.
Her belly—already tight with rippling climax she hadn't known to expect—was swollen. Bulging where she was stuffed too full of cock. Tight with fluttering muscle clenching in ecstasy as she was filled.
A threat.
An ominous whisper of just how vulnerable a female body truly was.
Reacting without thought, she tried to buck the truth. Tried to flee, even as her body reeled and twitched. Weeping from both ends, her thigh throbbed with a lurch where she’d been stabbed.
The venom.
It coursed through her blood. Wreaking untold havoc on her fragile system. Enough that she’d been subdued with little effort. Ripened against her will. Sullied and tarnished to be…
To be bred by a beast.
He was hard inside her. Impossibly so. Unleashed but unspent.
Thrumming low in his chest, he hummed. A sound beyond hearing laced with pleasure. Amusement.
He moved. At last. As if he’d been waiting for her to recover from the shame of peaking at his command, so he could relish the fight when it flooded her limbs once more.
Scales rasped against the stone. Catching what little light there was, iridescent scales sparkled across the ceiling.
Withdrawing, she was turned out as his hips moved. Claws prickled against the flesh of her upturned bottom, he plunged back inside with a merciless stroke. Using his weight against her, he plundered what had been meant for Apollo. Desecrating that sacred gift.
Breath growing rough and strained outside of his element, he began to work. Pumping her with steady, deliberate strokes that rocked her forward on the cold stone. Every cruel retreat dragged sensitive, clinging flesh with it.
It was a betrayal.
A schism of body and mind, a rift torn wider with every thrust. Her every nerve ignited with a firestorm of feeling that twisted through her limbs. Tracing the bowl between her hips as she was hollowed out and overfilled.
