It tore a rumble from his chest. Weak. A subsonic purr she couldn’t hear, for it was beyond her frail human senses. Still, another slick pulse of cum leaked out to feed his bride.
She suckled at his tip, tongue darting out to lap up the slime before Kore took him deeper once more. Groaning. Sending a vibration of her own down his shaft.
Stars burst behind his eyes. Tail flexing, spines flaring a warning that went unheeded when she fucked her own throat, bobbing and slurping over his cock.
Hissing, Nyx tensed with the surge boiling inside.
A roar exploded from his throat. Unexpected, savage, his hand shot forward. Clawed fingers tangled in her hair, anchoring at the base of her skull.
He shoved.
Burying his cock down her throat in one vicious thrust, he sheathed himself in all that was welcoming and wet. Warm.
A tiny sound escaped her then, muffled. Surprised discomfort when he anchored her in place and let his cock explore her throat.
But she didn’t struggle.
Remade to take, her body tensed for an instant. She gagged, eyes watering as she looked at him, blinked, then yielded. Swallowing to milk his shaft.
That was all it took.
His hips snapped, back arching as he came. Cum erupted from him in thick, viscous waves. Each pulse gurgling from heavy balls that flexed with the effort to fill her belly. Cock buried deep enough that she couldn’t taste her meal, he spent himself down her throat.
And then, claws gentling as he emptied his balls, he groomed the tangles of matted hair. Rewarding Kore for taking every gulp.
When it was done, he didn’t release her. Wasn’t quite ready to give up the soft seal of her lips, nor the silken grip of the windpipe that took him so well.
He dragged her back with deliberate control. Letting her lips snag over his bulging pearls as he pulled free.
A soft gasp spilled from her wrecked throat, lips puffy with vigor. Spit and sperm dribbled from a slack jaw, wetting her chin and chest.
And, eyes wide—luminous—she started back at him with something approaching awe.
Mine.
The trident hummed, thrumming with ominous heat. Starving for the battle. Ready to stake a claim that could not be unwritten until the seas ran dry.
Nyx frowned, tearing his eyes from Kore’s to glance at the ancient weapon.
It was an artifact of war.
A symbol of conquest.
That it reacted to her was… fitting.
Prophetic.
Wrapping one hand around her throat, Nyx shook her. Gentle. Firm. His fingers ringed her skinny neck, claws clicking at her nape. Forging a collar of unspoken threat. It was a command written in flesh dimpled by claws, just enough to make herlistento what went unsaid.
He dragged her closer, up past his retreating cock. Over the flat plane of his belly, until she was draped snug over his chest. Blinking down at him with wide, shocked eyes.
And then, with his free hand, he cupped her belly.
Where she was swollen. Full. Heavy and bloated with his seed. Filled from both ends.
He let his claws score that shiny skin, flexing with a possessive snarl and an unblinking glare.
A warning.
