He wrapped a fist around his grubby little cock and stroked himself at the sight of her. Taking her in.
“Gonna give you exactly what you need, pretty thing,” he said, stepping forward. “None o’that now,” he murmured when she thrashed and showed her teeth. “Gonna take what I’m owed.” His cock nudged her entrance. Prodding. Pressing against a slit that had betrayed her, time and again.
The head pushed in.
It was shameful, the way she gushed. Appalling just how desperate she was for the stretch, the primal command that had sent her to her knees in the sand, daring to feast at the beast’s cock. Drinking down every last gulp of cream until her belly was swollen with it.
Oblivious, the fisherman stood behind her, mashing his rigid digit into her clenching slit. Small. Pathetic. Nowhere near enough.
He was grinning.
Rapturous.
Rutting at her upturned ass, spoiling the treasure he’d found with reckless abandon—because he didn’t know. That the mess between her legs wasn’t for him. That she’d been reshaped for another, and this trespass?
It was nothing.
A fingertip through a spiderweb.
An irritant she hadn’t invited, one that served only to inflame her need for the leviathan lurking in the deep.
Kore sobbed, soundless. Keening as he slipped inside and fluttered about in the cream inspired by another.
Head dropping forward, hair hanging about her face in a veil of salt-crusted netting, she flushed. Warm and needy.
Fingers twisting in silent plea, the action familiar. As if she’d done it all her life.
With a hand on her nape, pinning her to the driftwood, he fucked her.
Fast.
Clumsy.
Letting the netting bite her skin, dragging against scales that hadn’t broken the surface, he pushed into her on a wave of slick arousal he hadn’t earned.
Hips rolling to meet inadequate thrusts, body screaming for more, Kore moaned.
Rasping and silent.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, gripping her hips tighter. “Waiting for me, weren’t you? Little cunt is singing for it.”
Kore gagged, her throat raw. Voice gone. There was only desperate grief, and the longing for the touch of her monster.
Silent, shaking sobs wracked her body as the mortal bucked and grunted. His cock punching uselessly into her.
And then he came.
Short, pitiful jerk of his hips. Cock spewing a sip of seed that couldn’t reach her womb.
But he didn’t slow.
Stayed hard, kept rutting.
“Oh, shitte. By the gods,” he rasped, “still so tight. Such a hungry slut. So good…”
Clawing at the netting, Kore bloodied her fingers. Empty and furious, her womb spasmed in search of something thicker.
But there was nothing.
