His living flame.
His vessel.
A girl who knelt in the spume with his cock in her mouth and hands on her swollen belly, promising not to spill a drop.
He grinned.
Aroused beyond his wildest fantasies. Enthralled, because she might just live long enough to rule the Black Sea at his side…
CHAPTER 20
Blinking awake, Kore shifted back to consciousness. Groggy and gasping, spine rattling against stone.
Silence.
Not peace. Not safety.
Just the absence of deep, rattling breath. Of scales slapping skin.
Alone.
He was gone.
It should have brought relief. Instead? Dread hummed in the back of her mind. The memory of that ravaged body, limp and all but lifeless in the surf, sinking into the deep.
Heat kissed her cheeks when she thought of what she’d done to bring him back. That she’d slipped her hand inside him to draw that colossus… out. Feasting on the taste of him, she’d gulped him down. Her hands were slick when she’d rolled massive, heavy balls through the tight slit guarding his genitals. Coaxing them into the air.
To save him.
She’d done it… to save him.
Clenching, her pussy remembered the lie.
And her body…Gods.
Her thighs were sticky. Bruised. Pussy swollen and tender, aching from the inside out. Her throat was dry. Sore. Fucked raw.
Brine lingered on her palate. Salt burning in every crevice, sand stuck in places the sun priests of Delphi had never thought to warn her about.
Stretching, Kore reached toward the sea—and froze.
There was something stuck between her fingers.
Rolling around her belly, Kore sat up. Slow. Stiff. Her every movement a reminder of the monster who’d marked her, but one she ignored as she stared at her hands.
Webbing.
Delicate, gossamer petals stretched between her spread fingers.
Just a pearlescent shimmer, but the skin was tender. Reddened. Sensitive and painful, the skin between each digit was swollen with a blister ready to split.
Horror made her stomach churn, but she prodded the delicate membrane with one trembling finger.
Sensation lit her nerves with an electric reality.
She was growing webbing between her fingers.
Standing, Kore wobbled into the blinding glare of the sun. Hissing against the bright light, she stretched her fingers, wide as they might go—and saw the glitter of scales breaking through the skin.
