Give her the time she needed to escape, so the beast couldn’t smell himself in the current and return with punishment in his heart.
She slipped into the cool water.
Spread her legs.
Sending trembling fingers down, over the foreign swell of her belly, she touched what he’d left slimy and slick with shame. Spread puffy petals with two fingers, then dipped inside.
Cold and sharp, salt water rushed inside, and her body bucked against the shock of intrusion.
A guttural moan tore free of her lips, making the damage in her throat flutter and kick at the corner of her jaw. A low, shocked sound she didn’t recognize as human.
The salt stung. Lighting nerves she didn’t know she had, with a pleasure she wasn’t sure existed.
She found it quickly. The plug. Wedged inside her, a grotesque mockery of the maidenhead she’d given to a god who’d never bothered to answer her prayers.
Grunting, Kore sent her fingers deeper, spreading those digits wide to let the sea creep inside.
“Take it back,” she groaned, curling her fingers. “Please. Take it… back…”
Pumping, she guided the salty water toward the plug, pressing against that spongy head glued inside her.
And felt it melt.
Dissolving in slow, sickening gushes, ropes of sperm spilled into the tidal pool, floating on the surface with an oily sheen. Thick and cloudy, milk-white smoke curling through the water.
She watched it.
Couldn’t look away. Utterly hypnotized by the sheer volume that came pouring from between her thighs.
Fingers working of their own accord, rough with the scrape of new scales, she explored her pussy.
She came.
Unexpected. Violent.
An orgasm shattered what little remained of her modesty—her body was seized in a fist of blinding pleasure. Hips bucking, the fingers of her free hand curled around the edge of the pool as she spasmed and lurched. Bearing down as each wave of climax crashed through her nerves, Kore sent another torrent of sperm splashing into the water.
Until the tidal pool churned with it.
Until she was empty.
Purged.
Sweating, she took a breath that ached below her ears and stood on legs that had gone jiggly and loose. Belly flat, pressure gone, she staggered toward the mouth of the cave with steel in her blood.
The sun was merciless above.
Unforgiving, blister-bright heat lashed her shoulders, peeling at her skin in angry ribbons.
Kore walked anyway.
Clambering over rocks exposed by low tide and slick with algae, she moved with a purpose. Away from the last place she’d seen that monstrous tail fluke slip beneath the waves. Stumbling over barnacles until her feet were raw, she marched through seaweed that clung.
And then, trembling and sick, she stepped into the sea.
Splashing into frigid water with a hiss, Kore didn’t look back.
Not once.
