“And—” The final verse caught on a moan, before she whispered, “And I was meant to break across your cock.”
His silent song fell quiet.
The sand held fast as the waves were directed away.
A shadow loomed above her, blotting out the stars. Replacing their luminous sheen with that which came from the deep.
Predatory eyes gleamed in the night as he looked upon the offering spread beneath him. Possessive. Feral. Snaking closer, his tail propelled him forward with an undulation that underscored just how big he truly was.
A leviathan of the deep.
Kore lay frozen beneath him. Aching for his touch—terrified to endure it.
Gills flapped above her. Exposing delicate filaments to the salty air. And with a curious tilt of his head, black hair clinging to his shoulders, a cruel smirk flickered at the edge of his lips.
It was a challenge.
A threat.
But she was a priestess. Consecrated, chosen by Apollo to worship the eternal flame—and she would not be extinguished so easily. Not even by the sea.
“I am the chalice,” she said, enticing. Flirting with her doom. “So drink.”
Teeth flashed in the night. A wicked grin gleaming white in the gloom, that shone with the confidence of a victory already secured.
She would be his tribute. Broken. Compliant. Obedient to the whims of a beast.
And so, she would forge a new power, one that lay betweenfemalelegs.
Because she could take it. All he had to give.
Spread beneath him, pliant and welcoming, Kore watched the seam between man and leviathan bend back at a grotesque angle that defied human anatomy. Watched in muted awe as he lifted himself above her, poised to strike, so she might look upon him and see her end.
Her eyes caught on something that broke the pattern in iridescent scales.
It flexed. Bulging violently enough that the moon caressed what was hidden away, hinting at a monster concealed behind the protective sheen of scales.
Thrumming low in his throat, the beast huffed as his abdomen clenched—and his appendage broke through.
It wasn’t a cock. Not in any mortal sense. It was a weapon. A serpent of flesh emerging wet and slick from the yawning dividein the armoured wall of scales. Glistening with a translucent sheen, it pulsed with want.
Sinister purpose.
Snaking free of his genital slit in morbid greeting, it was a dangerous, wicked thing. Inhumanly long. Thicker as it grew, widest at the base to support its own absurd weight, it reached for her. Almost… preening as she looked.
Pussy drooling into the wet sand, Kore couldn’t so much as blink. Enthralled as ribs of flesh gleamed with that familiar glow, the very same blue pumping through her veins. His girth pulsed with beaded pearls bulging with every flex, before they sank back into the meat of his shaft, letting the skin smooth out, only to return with the next inhale of straining, flapping gills.
Breath frozen in her chest, Kore was struck silent. Horrified that such a thing had been inside her.
Mesmerized.
But her cunt gushed a sordid welcome. Warmth seeped from where she was empty. A slick fire simmering with desperate need.
She moaned.
Low and soft.
Followed by the flash of a pink tongue. Wetted lips, and a wanton whimper. Not a scream. Not a protest.
