There was only this.
An alien, inhuman cock.
The pressure of it inside her, distorting her skin from the inside out. The shape of him moving within her, visible even in the dim light of deep night. And there, against that final gate guarding her womb… a blunt head seeking entrance.
Building to a height she’d never thought to jump from, Kore climbed. Her voice cracking on a moan as the pearls raked her clit and flung her into the abyss.
Pleasure swallowed her whole.
She came.
Violently.
Messy.
Vision flashing white as climax ripped her asunder.
Hips surging, the beast warbled deep in his chest and shifted. Wrapping one massive hand around her throat. Rough.Claiming her screams and silencing them, throttling the sounds even as he forced them from her ravaged voice box.
She felt it thicken, then. Catching at walls stretched to their limit, pressuring the lips of her poor, abused slit as she was made to gape around that flaring root. She felt the swelling at his base as he crammed it deeper, so the monster inside could feast.
With a guttural snarl, he came. Shuddering above her. Inside her. Gushing, a torrent of cum flooded her womb.
The sound was obscene as she wriggled on his hook. Caught. Limbs flailing as he pumped her belly full of sperm.
Eyes glassy, she sucked a breath between her teeth. Lifting her head to watch as her belly button danced. Pulsing with each gurgle of liquid dumped inside.
“Chalice,” she slurred, and took every drop. Milking his shaft with clenching walls growing weaker with each passing moment. “I am… your… chalice… so…” Her eyes rolled back as another wave seized her limbs. “So…”
Time splintered as he bred her right there, in the dirt. Inflating her womb with buckets of ancient slime. Stretching her out and ruining her for any vague possibility that another male might one day enjoy her sacred cunt.
She woke when he snarled.
Wrenching himself free just as something bulbous had begun to bloom inside her. Catching the monster in one massive fist, he pumped himself empty. Sending lash after lash to paint her in his claim. It splattered her mound, matted in the fine tangle of hair, streaked the rounded curve of a swollen belly.
Dazed, she watched. Eyes bulging when he crushed a balloon of flesh at his base into submission and pumped the rest of his seed into the sand. A puddle of white left to pool between her cheeks.
Wasted.
The beast heaved for breath as he inspected his effort. A grin spread across full lips, despite the sweat beading his brow or the trickle of red escaping his gills.
And then he twisted, hefting one massive coil of his tail back to propel himself into the surf.
Alone.
Again.
Pussy gaping where he’d ruined her, she could feel thick sap oozing into the sand. Hot as spilled blood. Cooling in the night air as it went from syrup to gel. Thickening. Growing solid in his absence. Exposed to the air.
A sob chattered between her teeth. Ruined and weeping, her thighs slick with shame, her slit spasming from horrible absence… she watched his tail vanish beneath the waves.
A blade in the moonlight.
“I am the chalice,” she droned, and rolled to hands and knees. Eyes fixed to where she’d watched him vanish. “So… So… drink.”
Her belly twisted with something she couldn’t name.
Not hunger.
