A coil of muscle shifted in his tail, and he shuddered as he bore down. Length twitching as he swelled. Cum gushing with less vigour now, but enough that her womb ached.
"Apollo…" she murmured as the fight bled from her muscles, and the only light she could see was reflected from gleaming scales. "Please… don’t…”
A haunting sound crashed against her nape. A sound meant for the deep, one that left her liquid as he wrenched away. Tearing himself free with a howl of pain.
He left her.
Serpentine coils limping back, out of the cave. Back to the shore, where the crash of waves welcomed him.
Gaping, empty, Kore was abandoned. Twice, for without the monster, she was plunged back into the dark.
Left with only the chill of his absence, the shame of need still fluttering where she'd been ruined, and…
… and a belly full to bursting.
CHAPTER 10
Beneath the cold black waters, deep in the trench at the bottom of the noxious Black Sea, Nyx could finally breathe.
His reef was thriving, pumping oxygenated water into the most poisonous layer of his new kingdom, while the pressure of the deep wrapped around him in a frigid, blissful embrace. Saltwater poured through his gills in great, gasping pulls, chasing the last sting of surface air from his ravaged lungs.
Flexing his tail with a hiss, he let his spines drag through the silt where he was coiled in the shadows. Gills flaring wide and bloody as the last of the surface’s stink was purged from his senses.
Except forher.
She lingered in every salty breath. The taste of that gushing cunt was sweet where it clung to his palate.
He’d feasted, but each taste had only made him more ravenous.
Unfulfilled, despite the way her dainty little belly had bulged around the sheer volume he’d dumped inside that precious womb.
And the way her tiny human slit had rejoiced? Gushing as he’d forced her to open, milking him with greedy, sucking pulls?
He shuddered in the cool, blissful dark.
Perfection.
Thick and bloated, his cock lurched at the memory. Interest piqued, it snaked free of his slit. Already drooling in the cooling waters. Unsatisfied, for he’d been cut off—denied before she could be bred properly.
Before he could plant his knot behind her pelvic shelf and rut her for hours as they drifted through the currents that answered only to him.
Nyx flashed the edge of pointed, deadly teeth.
She was… human. Fragile. Pathetic. Weak and delicate.
And yet, she’d taken almost all of it. Her dainty pussy—smattered in sparse, brown hair instead of scales—had stretched to accommodate what he’d forced her to take.
But he’d stopped short of knotting her.
Torn himself from that silky grip before he could ruin her.
It was agony.
Sperm belched from his slit, sending silky ribbons snaking into the frigid black.
He’d been forced to leave her there. Drenched in brine, ruined, unconscious, and gaping wide open. Her womb flooded, her body half-claimed. Rosy cheeks of a plump, upturned bottom, hers was a chalice filled to overflowing. A foamy mess bubbling and frothing down her thighs.
But the lock that would bind them? The anchor of flesh that would entwine her soul to the sea remained uncast. Denied by the limits of her disgusting humanity.
