Kore's jaw flexed as she ground her teeth. Eyes squeezed shut as she raged against the shame. The horror. Her mindflooded with the sound of flesh meeting scales, in a damp place that echoed. Heart racing, she was caught between fear and something… worse. An unwelcome, electric thrill borne from every stroke. With every shift of something vital inside her that was shoved aside as the beast made space for himself.
Humid breath dampened her ear, then. Making her cringe as he took a ragged breath at her nape and snarled as he fucked her. It was a primal sound. Low and raw. That of a creature not meant for the land.
Kore shuddered beneath him. Bones turning liquid, she submitted with a squeal.
It was an unconscious thing. Accidental. An unspoken command she obeyed without thought, for it resonated deep within her bones.
Her reward was pleasure.
Blinding. Coiled and deadly.
"Gods, pl-please," Kore gasped, sweating freely as she was worked over that cock. The glide easy. Inviting. Her thighs tacky with spilled cream that splattered against her belly with every impact of scales on skin. And her voice. It cracked when she whispered, "Please," and wasn't sure who might hear her.
She was a vessel.
Empty.
Meant to be filled.
Used.
A plaything for the gods, who ignored her pleas for help, but took everything she might give.
Jaws hanging slack, eyes glassy as she stared into the sightless gloom, Kore mewled when the beast denied her. Resenting even an inch of separation from that divine cock, she tried to chase. Knees bruised when she pushed back, grunting when he dove back in and sealed their bodies together with a grotesque slap and forced the air from her lungs.
Kore took it.
Because she was empty.
Listening to sordid sounds echo inside the cavern, she was sullied. Desecrated. And when the fat, slick head nuzzled against her womb with pulsing interest, she felt a sucking kiss latch against her very last barrier.
And she did nothing.
Because she couldn’t.
Because she was a vessel.
A thing to be filled. To endure when her gates were battered, over and over and over again. Each thrust a promise.
She could feel it in the brutal stretch. The rippling veins and slick brine leaking from her gaping cunt, where she’d been ruined and stuffed with the obscene.
And she could hear it in the way his breathing had grown ragged and rough. Each inhale a labour as his gills strained against cutting, waterless air.
With a snarl, he came.
It wasn’t like the slaver, with his snappy, jilting pumps of watery seed.
It was nothing like the priest with his cooing pleasantries and doughy, clinging praises.
This was savage.
Snarling above her, the beast opened the floodgates and poured the ocean inside her.
The first spurt splashed inside with enough force to leave her breathless—she felt the molten lash as it sprayed against her end.
Her lips parted around a wordless scream as he swelled, twitching and lurching. A flood pouring out of him in hot, gushing waves that shuddered with every brutal impact of greedy hips as he fought to cram as much of that impossible girth inside her sacred walls.
But he didn’t stop.
