Weak from drowning and fucking.
Heavy from… everything else.
She fell. Crashing back to the unforgiving earth in a puddle of bruised and swollen flesh. A pathetic heap of limbs splashing into frigid wet.
The impact sent a new pain shooting through her, then. Bright and distracting, a new bruise to add to the rest. Oneshe hardly bothered to notice, for the ache in her cum-crusted seam…
… and the water.
It had risen while she'd fumbled through the night.
The tide sloshed at her knees, almost flooding the cave.
“Gods,” she whispered. Horrified by the realization. “No…”
It was right there.
Rising.
Already.
A hint of how this cave had come to be in the first place, the water was surging higher with every pulse of the sea. Chasing her back inside, she scrambled free of the surf and headed for higher ground.
Clambering into the dark, screeching as the water chased her, she went for higher ground. Reduced to little more than a primitive animal fleeing for whatever meager scrap of safety might be claimed.
Panic lent her agility, despite her injuries and her girth, for she was a girl born of the mountains, once. Bred to serve in the temple that reached for the sky, where jagged rock baked in the everlasting sun.
Knees crashing into stone, Kore collapsed in the same place she’d begun. Where she could still smell the scent of seed and brine. And she knew…
… the beast would return with the tide.
Curling around her toes, her belly rolling with sloshing cum, she hiccuped. “Nooo,” she breathed. Cringing. Trying to keep her skin free of the encroaching sea. “Please… Please, I can’t…”
But it was too late.
Already, the water swirled around her ankles, making her flinch at the touch that was both icy and searing hot. Skin prickling with a shower of gooseflesh, a keening wail assaulted her vocal cords.
And then, “Not again,” she murmured, eyes glazed by a fog of panic. Seeing what wasn’t there, but would come again. “Not again.Please.B-By Ap-Apollo,” she stammered, fingers trying to twist into patterns already fading from memory, instead, daring to speak her Lord’s name for the first time since she’d drowned and summoned another. “I beg you. Let me be.”
It was futile.
A plea drowned by the crash of lapping waves.
Mocking her, the surf lapped at her calves, soaking her ragged robes to lick at blotchy, water-logged skin.
She didn’t notice.
Rigid with fear, Kore could only stare into the dark. Flinching at every tiny sound. Seeing the glint of scales in the peak of every wave. The glimmer of the moon sent her cowering deeper in the dark.
Heart hammering in her chest, trying to break through rib and tear muscle from the bone.
There was nowhere to run. No place he couldn’t reach her.
The beach was gone.
She was trapped.
“My Lord,” she rasped, and let any remaining scraps of pride float away in the surf. “Please. I’ll do any-anything.Anything.”
