And then her fingers moved.
Not the ones wrapped around his girth—through those were busy pumping another dollop of cream onto her greedy little tongue.
No, she wasinside his vent.It was invasive, so desperately, incredibly wrong to feel a tiny human hand buried to the wrist inside his slit. Pumping his cock at the base, where his girth was still hidden in that protective pocket. She kneaded what had not yet fully emerged, where his knot ached to balloon inside her tiny human pussy and lock her in place as he bred her full of his spawn.
Ravaged gills flared, dragging pure, blistering air into his soggy lungs.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, fingers pumping him inside and out. “Thank the gods. You’re awake.Alive.” Pupils luminous despite the harsh glare of the sun gleamed up at him as she dropped her mouth back to his prick. Wet heat enveloped him. Sucking, blinding heat.
Her tongue curled beneath the flare of his helm, tracing the ridged seam of flesh—almost enough to draw his pearls out. To make them bulge and throb where they lay dormant in the ridges of his shaft.
Throat clicking, he swallowed. Vision tunneling as he stared at Kore and watched her work. Nursing on his cock.
Instinct seized him, then.
Despite the agony, his body locked, every nerve snapping taut. Fins flaring, his spines flicked up. A defensive posture outside of his control, one meant to stabilize him in the current, to posture and warn thathewas the most deadly thing in the sea. Venomous. Powerful.
Deadly.
Slippery fingers found the heavy globes of his balls, where they were hidden inside. Concealed and protected by muscle and scale.
Nyx uttered a defensive snarl, even as another molten gush of seed gurgled up to fill her mouth. Gills flaring in the dry air issued a low, helpless groan beneath the rush of sensation.Sending blood rushing through his skull, pounding against the delicate membranes meant for the deep.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink.
He could only watch as human lips slid lower, forcing him past that tight ring of muscle at the back of her slender throat with a series of obsceneclicks.
And then she swallowed.
Pressure built in his slit, and guided by dainty human hands working inside his vent, his sack burst into the cruel sunlight. Coaxed by human touch. Heavy, despite being so recently emptied, his balls had grown swollen and ripe. Skin pulled taut. Shiny with the volume sloshing inside.
And then she pulled back, letting his cock slither free. Bumping over every ridge of her throat, every ring of cartilage felt at the base of his spine.
A string of pre-cum mixed with the dew of her saliva—he blinked.
Beautiful.
The most hypnotic sight he’d ever seen.
More. He needed more.
Without being told, she obliged. Lips stretching, she worked her mouth down. Teeth scraping, tongue worming, she inched him toward the back of her throat, and back. Miming what he needed to climax, slippery drool spilled and globbed at the tight seal of lips on cock.
Sharp, glorious sensation burst behind his eyes. Pain and pleasure blended in a furious swirl that saw the trident react, humming with the thirst for war where it had been forgotten in the sand.
But Nyx couldn’t look away.
Cock throbbing, his tail twitched, spines fanning against sand. Testing the limits of his scorched and blistered hide. Need—a deep, visceral thing—pulsed in his veins. The primal urge todrag her into the surf, shove inside that tiny human slit, and knot her placid as he made her bulge with enough seed to keep her breeding for him.
But he was too weak.
Too damaged for the sport of breeding her for entertainment, this was survival. Cold, calculated, selfish.
Hips jerking, the flat of his tail fin slapped the sand. It was a motion that sent another bolt of pain rippling through him, but drove his prick toward the back of her throat. Begging to be sheathed in that tight glove of pleasure.
A moan spattered over his length as he flexed and pumped a gush of brine over her palate. Pulling back just enough to coat her tongue in a thick glob of sperm.
“Gods,” she whispered, her breath misting over his throbbing tip. Voice ragged and low, her pupils massive disks of flat black. She glanced up at him, tiny fingers traveling over his length. Hands too small to circle his girth, but still, she worked him. “That’s it,” she murmured, shuffling closer on her knees. Belly too swollen for anything approaching grace. “More. Give it to me, beast.”
