This was the cost of feeding Kore in a world that hated his kind. A world that punished those who refused to bend.
Thalos’ world.
He spat, watching another dark ribbon unspool. Trying to soak in the chill.
To heal.
It wasn’t working.
He wasn’t recovering fast enough—he could feel it. The brutal, crushing weight of being on land lingered even when he’d returned to the clenched first of the trench. And the gaps between breeding his delicious little captive and recovery only grew. Yawning wider as a warning knell sounded in the deep.
TheThalassriKing was coming.
His vision blurred. Bones aching, skin burning.
This pace…
It wasn’t sustainable.
At this rate, he’d die before he might see what she’d become. Before Thalos arrived with his legion ofThalassarito quell this fledgling rebellion.
Nyx glanced up, squinting through the pain throbbing behind his eyes. Up, toward the distant twinkle mocking him from above.
He’d have to push her harder.
That soft, breakable thing.
What had she called herself?
His chalice.
Grinning now, Nyx’s fins flared when the current tried to lift him. Holding him in place despite the force trying to move him. One hand darting out to seize his trident, his cock flexed behind his slit.
It was the memory.
That tiny, human cunt. So much less responsive than aVirelii. But it was the way he didn’t quite fit. The way she’d gripped him, milking his shaft for every drop of cum. Begging with words and slick. Belly inflating with his seed. And when her legs had locked around his waist? When she’d screamed and bucked and begged?
He’d forgotten the agony of his task.
The looming pressure of time running short.
Forgot everything except the silken grip of a slit redesigned just for him.
One he’d remake, so she could take more.
Oh, yes. He’d push his little human. Harder.Faster. Forcing his venom into her, corrupting her until he washed away her revolting humanity and forced the bloom that had gotten him exiled. Cast out. Punished for daring to claim what no other could fathom.
It was taboo to take a human and give it to the sea. Something theThalassaricourts had outlawed before he’d even been spawned.
He spat into the black waters.
The Accord of Nisyros.
It had cost him the throne, never mind that his people—theAbyssari—were inching ever closer to extinction. That the restrictions imposed upon them by theThalassariking were going to kill them all.
Lip curled, Nyx flicked his tail.
Cowards.
