She hissed at the pain and turned to the dark. To the cool embrace of the deep.
She was pulled under.
Forced to the crushing depths, beneath the impossible weight of an Athenian trireme. Pinned to the sea floor, her lungs filled with the sea, while her belly was filled to bursting with brine…
She woke with a gasp and found herself pinned, face pressed to stone.
Not crushed beneath the shattered hull of a warship, this was not the weight of wood or wreckage.
It was flesh.
Slick. Scaled. Achingly familiar. Pussy already wrenched wide open, she’d been stuffed with a pressure she’d come to know. One that swelled from inside. One she craved.
He was back.
Fucking her into the stone with the sort of desperate savagery she’d never known possible before she’d drowned. Rutting into her from behind, his weight a burden on her slender body as he worked her tight sheath and forced it to accept all that was inhuman and vicious.
There was a fury in his grip. His thrusts brutal and erratic. Not the calculated rhythm of the divine creature with intelligentdesigns upon her flesh, but the animalistic beat of a mindless rut. Something wild. Punishing and cruel.
Fingers clawing at his belly, she cried out as he pummelled her from above.
“Pl-please!” she moaned into the stone, stuttering and breathless as his cock shoved inside her. Crushing her lungs with each heavy thrust. “What have I done?”
His answer was a wet, wordless snarl. Cruel fingers tipped her hips up until her back was made to arch, and desperate hands braced against the wet cave floor were the only thing stopping her from being folded in half. Until she was wide open for his vicious attention and he was sheathed so deep inside her, she could feel her belly tenting with every shove.
A whimper escaped her lips, half moaned, half guttural sob. But her hips lurched to meet him all the same.
Betrayed by her body. By the gooey slick gushing from her sodden channel, squelching from her depths with every invasion of the colossus reshaping her insides.
Something was wrong.
Different.
There was no careful foreplay. No practiced, restrained ritual she could feel in his every movement. No burning ache of venom pulsing through her blood. His movements were utterly absent any hint of breathy hunger drawn out between clashing bodies.
There was only fury.
Claw digging into her hips, his thrusts nudged her forward, then dragged her back. Scraping her skin across the stone. “Pl-please! I-I can’t?—”
He snarled above her, misting her shoulders with spittle. And his claws—digging into muscle, too tight—dimpled her flesh with bruising force. Anchoring her in place, nailing her down as she was made to take the vengeful drive of a monster unmaking her in the dark.
Stone grinding against her cheek with every punishing stroke, Kore felt it building and knew she was doomed. Climax. Unholy lust for what he was doing to her. Inside her.
She reached and felt the shift between man and leviathan, fingers slipping against warm skin, then sharp scale. And, digits curling, she took what he rained down upon her. The sound of slapping flesh filled the cave. Obscene and wet.
It was always wet now.
She tried to twist, to peer at his face and understand.
“Why?” she whispered, desperate to know why it felt cruel this time. Like he was just a man enacting vengeance upon a woman’s flesh, and not… not what he’d beenbefore.
He didn’t answer, of course.
Merely tore a sharp, broken sob from her throat.
Pussy fluttering, she clenched around him. Her belly stretched taut as she was sent hurtling toward the edge of that cliff, rounding with each brutal pump. The curve of it was obscene. Lewd.Alive.
Because his cock was too thick. Too long. Too gods damned much.
