Venom beaded at the tip an instant before he barbed her. Thrumming to keep her docile, cooning as she squirmed at the molten heat pumping into her muscle.
Groaning low, her jaws went slack. “Apollo,” she murmured, eyelids flickering in delirium. “My lord, please… take me…saveme…”
Gills fluttering, Nyx grinned. Pausing to stroke his girth from base to bulging tip, he milked a surge of cum and smeared it across sagging lips.
Her tongue darted out. To taste. To savor.
A breathy groan vibrated through his shaft.
And hazy, glassy eyes fixed to his face. Unfocused, a dazed smile spread across her lips.
Pinching, he twisted that caught nipple and made her squirm. Gave her a tiny fraction of the pain he suffered just to give her this gift, he tortured that swollen bead until it grew puffy and red.
Gaping, she was transfixed.
Her foggy, animal gaze fell to his cock with a gasp. Hypnotized by the ridged and glowing lines, she mapped his girth. Worshipped what he flexed and sent toward a hole he had yet to defile.
Cum oozed from his tip, the tiny slit belching up a pearly bead.
And, setting one clawed thumb to her pout, Nyx dragged her lips further apart and commanded her to open. To take what only he might give.
Heat.
Blissful, searing heat.
His song stuttered to a halt, his gills flapping with the strain of restraint. And with a rumbling snarl, Nyx buried one fist in tangled, brown hair and pulled her face down on his cock.
Wasting no time, he slithered into her.
Ridges popping through the tight ring of her lips, he made it fit. Flexed, so his girth would thin and reach as far into her throat as he could.
She spluttered.
Offering a weak flail as the song faded from her ears.
But it was much,muchtoo late for that.
This was a claiming already begun.
Her mouth was receptive enough that he surged forward in a single, relentless press. Thrilled by the way her throat clenched at his helm, the velvet grasp of a hole created for him to fuck, even if that tight sleeve spasmed in some pathetic attempt at rejection.
She would learn.
Clawing at his scales, she fought—and clenched around him.
Slapping at his belly, she tried to push him back—and massaged his shaft.
The desperate, greedy little thing.
He would oblige her.
Picking up a heavy rhythm, he worked her throat in steady, ruthless strokes. Holding her head in place as her gag reflex surrendered, he plumbed her throat. Offering the tiniest sips of oxygen, for soon she would learn to go without.
Fucking her throat with brutal, measured precision, Nyx used his colossal weight to his advantage. Letting his pearls bulge along his shaft as he neared the end, he adjusted his grip and sent his cock deeper.
She gagged.
Cried.
