Her offer went unanswered.
Because she was nothing.
Once a consecrated priestess of Apollo, and now… merely a vessel. One claimed for a monstrous ritual. Passed from god to god, a plaything for divine whims.
Hot tears tracked down her cheeks, only to be lapped up by the sea.
The tide had risen. Swallowed her hips and teased her navel.
“I can’t do it again,” she murmured, shivering in the gloom. “I can’t take any more.”
But she could.
Icy liquid fingers slipped inside her, the water invasive in a way nothing else could possibly be. Scouring the monster’s cum from inside her, it dissolved the plug keeping her bloated with sperm.
With a gush, the dam burst.
Seed surged from her cunt in a torrent of shame and profound relief.
“Ahhh—” Kore screamed, back arching, clumsy fingers flying to cup her bruised pussy as the monster’s cream gushed from deep inside.
Climax rippled through her flesh. And with eyes bulging in the dark, Kore watched an oil slick shimmer atop the surface before it was swallowed by churning waves.
Leaving her empty.
Ready…
… for…
…more…
CHAPTER 12
He watched from the waves. Clinging to the sea’s embrace, content to observe as the little female wandered the back of the cave, her belly no longer swollen. Pacing the edge of the tide, avoiding the water as if it might save her to remain dry. As if she had any hope of escape.
Delicate hands plucked at detritus left at the edge of the tide. Strands of battered kelp. Crabs dancing in shallow tidal pools. Pressing crustaceans and kelp to cracked, dehydrated lips, she ate. Like a savage.
A starving thing.
Her attempts were pitiful.
Almost… charming in a primitive manner.
So much that at first, he wasn’t sure what she was doing. Not until she took a bit of greenery between her lips and began to chew. Her nose scrunched in disgust.
A cute, wrinkled pucker.
But a shameful attempt at survival, nevertheless.
“Please,” she murmured, her voice carrying through the waves as she licked salt from her fingers. “A-Apollo…please…”
He shivered.
It was a voice laced with exhaustion. Thick with confusion. But a voice rich in something he couldn’t name. Something beautiful and grotesque. Something human and…more.
A hint of what was to come.
Until then…
