She collapsed beneath him, twitching on the stone. The curve of her gut swollen and absurd.
The beast lurched back, his cock slurping free with a grotesque, suckingschlorpthat echoed off the cave walls.
Almost immediately, she felt his cum go from liquid to gel. Reacting to the air, it left her plugged with seed. Stuffed and gaping around a seal of thick, clotted cream.
Fluttering where she was abandoned, soiled and shamed, spasming from the stretch, she could only blink when he wrenched himself away.
With a choked gasp, he narrowly avoided crushing her beneath his colossal weight as he flung his body toward the exit. Clawing his way to the surf.
Leaving a trail of glittering scales, spatters of brackish gore, and cooling seed, he lurched toward safety. A mighty, three-pronged weapon crashing into the stone as he moved.
Heavy, awkward undulations of his massive tail flicked across stone and sand as he struggled to return to his natural element. The thump of the trident echoed his desperation in every shuddering jolt.
He didn’t make it.
The trident slipped from his grasp, landing with force enough to jiggle her fat as she watched, horrified when the beast went next.
Slumping as he fell.
Half in, half out of the water, he splashed into the surf.
A leviathan stranded on the beach.
Utterly motionless where he lay.
“Gods…” she whispered, pulsing with the aftershocks still rolling through her body. The scent of cum and blood still filled the damp air. Trembling in a puddle of cooling, congealing fluids, her entire body throbbed with the sordid work they’d done together.
And her brain, sluggish with numbed disbelief, was slow to acknowledge the horrific truth.
He was theonlyone, man or not, who knew where she was.
“Hey!” she called, voice trembling and breathy.
No response.
Just a fragile shudder of his fins, trembling in the ocean breeze. Water lapped at his edges, but that was all.
Her breath caught. Snagged on something dreadful at the back of her throat. Something ancient and cold that bloomed in her heart and thrashed at the back of her ribs.
“No,” she rasped, staggering to her knees. Bones turned to jelly, dripping with the evidence of what he’d done to her—of what they’d done…together—she pulsed with the glow. Skin rosy and flushed.
But her eyes were locked to him. Rimmed in white.
Forcing herself to her feet, balance tipped too far aft, she swayed on untrustworthy legs. Then, grinding her molars, she forced a sliver of steel through her blood, clambered over slick rock, and moved.
It was a slog to stumble down the beach. No matter that she’d grown accustomed to the fundamental change in her balance after each session with the beast, she staggered and tripped. Fighting the pain.
“Don’t… don’t youdaredie now,” she said, injecting venom into her throat as she dragged herself down the slope of stone and sand. “You don’t get to f-fuck me like that, and then die, you wretched bastard. Not after”—she gasped for breath, one handon her swollen girth, the other flailing for balance—“not after allthat.”
When she reached him, she went to her knees in the surf. Splashing down beside him, absent any hint of grace.
Nothing.
Not a flinch or a twitch.
No reaction that might offer a glimmer of hope.
Panic flared in her chest. Throttling her breath where it was trapped at the back of her throat. If he died here… if she was left marooned on this lonely spit of rock and sand… How would she eat? How would sheleave? As monstrous as he was… he’d fed her. Watched her.Neededher enough that he’d risk everything just for another chance to pump her full.
