It was sacrifice.
Calculated.
The price he must pay for such a creature asthis.
Her.
Bracing for the coming marathon, he paused to look.
She lay in shadows, huddled at the back of the cave. Eyes closed, trembling as her body reacted to the Resonance. His purr. A crease pinched between dainty brows, and her skin? It was laced with the pulsing blue of the deep. She was marked.
His.
Already, she was progressing. Taking to his toxin in a way that promised what she could be. Already further along than her predecessor.
Nyx flashed his teeth, hissing low. Fins flaring at the painful memory.
This one would be different.
Better.
He would take his time. Ensure she consumed enough, flooded her from every direction with venom and seed, bloating her on the essence that would usher her into a new life.
And when she was ready, when the last scrap of her grotesque humanity had been drowned in brine, he would knot her so deep the Black Sea itself would rejoice.
For he would have his queen.
And she would never resurface again.
His song deepened.
With a fluid, monstrous grace of something not meant for land, Nyx entered the cave. Each coil of his tail dragging over stone, leaving a trail of scales where they were torn from his flesh. Bloodied and glittering in his wake.
It was a cold determination to continue. A blanket of fierce need that settled over him as he watched with unblinking, predatory patience.
Plotting.
Cock pressing at his seam, he rumbled deeper.
He’d strip her of every drop of fragile, human instinct. Hollow her out, and remake her into something gorgeous. A creature that would be the envy of the seven seas.
Silent, but for the hiss of his coils on stone, he snaked toward her. Eager to begin. When he was close enough to touch, his cock slithered from his slit with lazy menace. Already leaking, veined and pulsing as a gush of fluid escaped his tip, he reached.
Cupping a taut breast, he tugged at the rosy peak and crooned when she arched into his touch. Rewarding her obedience, he played with her.
The scent of pussy bloomed in the dank, humid air.
Raw and desperate.
For him.
Because she belonged to the sea.
And he was starving too.
With a flick of his tail, he settled beside her. Hefting his tail over her abdomen, he brought forth the smallest spine nestled in a dorsal fin.
One he’d saved for her.
