But she took it anyway.
Every last inch was gobbled up and milked for the pleasure only he could give.
Beast or not.
Cruel or kind.
Venom or lust.
It didn’t matter.
The walls of her sodden cunt spasmed and sucked him deeper. A breathless chant rattling through slack jaws, she murmured, “Yes, yes, yes. Gods, give me more. Please, please, I’m almost?—”
Snarling above her, breath ragged and bloody, he worked her over with single-minded intent.
Still, he drove her into the stone. Pulsing and shaking, as if desperate to fuck her full of sperm. To replace what she’d given to the sea.
Kore gasped as the bubble of ecstasy building between her hips bulged tighter, then burst. Her thighs flexed hard enough to shake as the world grew blurry at the edges. Climax washing over her, a grateful, ragged moan spilled from her lips.
She was full.
A wet grunt broke the silence.
Kore blinked, twisting, slow and stiff. Her spine arched in protest as she tried again to look.
And then she saw him.
Poseidon’s son loomed above her. A god at the altar, a specter of war. Blood dripping in slow, syrupy pulses from the slashed vents of his gills. His every breath was heavy, a ragged rasp that sprayed her cheeks red as he gazed with glassy, sightless eyes.
He wasn’t looking at her.
Not really.
No, his pupils were blown wide—his gaze slicing through her as he stared somewhere she couldn’t see and wasn’t invited to go.
It was a look she recognized.
His arms trembled where they bracketed her body, shoulders locked and straining as he fought the clenching waves of her climax, and began to thrust anew. Instinct driving him to empty his balls into her womb.
A gust of wind blew touseled, sweat-slicked hair around his face—and something massive and glittering slapped across her brow.
A scale.
Green and blue, speckled with purple iridescent flakes. This one as large as her palm.
She looked beyond clenched muscle, quivering belly, and saw… carnage.
The scales lining his tail were flaking off in glittering ribbons.
Blinking, dazed with the shock of an incredible climax, her brain was slow to grasp this new reality.
That his body, sculpted by gods, terrible yet divine… it was coming apart.
No matter that he’d fucked her like he was trying to outpace death.
The truth struck her with enough force to make her gasp.
He was dying.
