Still…
Fins shivering in full flare, Nyx pulsed inside her, unloading thick ropes of sperm. Making her bulge once more—he felt ithappen. Snaked one hand beneath her to hold her belly as it grew swollen and taut. Skin stretching to accommodate the obscene volume pouring from his balls.
Nyx rumbled, crooning for her. His bride.
Dizzy with the rush of release, he tugged free of that blissful, silken grip before his knot could ruin her. Taking his cock in a clawed fist, the other hand still cupping a belly ripe with his cum, he pumped the last ropes of seed across her upturned bottom.
Marvelling at the lash of pearly seed that splattered across rosy skin, for even as he watched, it changed.
Reacting with the hated surface air, his cum hardened into a gelatinous rope.
And he grinned.
This one would survive.
Undone by her own nature, her own inability to survive beneath the waves, where his sperm might be washed away. Instead, she’d be exposed to his toxin, even while he was forced to retreat, lurking in the trench until he’d recovered enough to fuck her to overflowing once more.
Panting, gills straining, he stayed long enough to watch the plug form inside her. Long enough to ensure that she wouldn’t waste a single drop, until the urge to breed her was overcast by burning lungs and ravaged gills.
For now, she was full. Stuffed.
Claimed.
His bride would wake alone,yes, but she wouldn’t be without him.
And the next time he broke the surface?
He’d come with the tide.
And nothing would hold him back…
CHAPTER 11
Blinking in the gloom, Kore lay still. Wrapped in a heavy blanket of silence. The only signs of life the rise and fall of her chest. A faint flutter beneath the corner of her jaw.
She was alone. It was there in the quiet.
The hush.
Her every muscle aching and sore, her sex still fluttering with the unspeakable things that had been done to it… but… she was alone.
Breath shallow, each inhale a struggle against some immense pressure she couldn’t fathom as she was. Lying prone in a pool of slime and shame. A grotesque echo she refused to acknowledge.
Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe through the shame.
Outside, beyond the cave, the tide splashed against the shore. Calling for her. A beckoning. For her surrender.
It was an offer of oblivion, if only she might slip beneath the waves and let go.
But it was a lie.
A cruel temptation, for she knew better now. The sea was a hunting ground, and she… she was nothing but prey.
The cave pressed in around her. At once too small, too damp, too close, and yet… cavernous. Pulsing with a sinister heat not her own. Her skin scraped raw—nipples, knees, elbows, and cheek—from the unforgiving kiss of the stone floor, and a grip of prickling, unrelenting cruelty. Her ears fuzzing with the scream of silence that echoed with obscene memory.
And her lips. They tasted of salt. Blood. The particular flavor of her pleas where they still lingered on her palate, the way she’d begged for relief—from torment or for more, she couldn’t bring herself to say.
But her belly.
