Together.
The water carried every sensation—the drag of his pearls against her clit, pulsing inside a cunt that had been remade to suit his whims. The scents she could taste. Sounds that echoed from everywhere and nowhere, all at once.
And the weight.
It was the water growing thick. Syrupy and noxious.
Crushing and heavy.
Her vision blurred as he dragged her down.
She whimpered, but the sound dissolved into a cloud of more damnable bubbles.
“You aremine,” he rumbled, voice rattling her ribs as he pummelled her womb. “You will break, and the sea will sing your name. So drown…”
He kissed her, then.
Lips sealing over hers, a claim was laid.
Lungs burning, head spinning, she grew stiff when he exhaled—sending a gush of ocean water to fill her lungs.
Clarity rushed through her brain, so he did it again.
And again.
Forcing her chest to expand, sending water rushing through her gills.
Breathing for her when the poisonous waters of the Black Sea threatened to smother her.
“That’s it,” he crooned against her lips. Tracing the seam of her mouth with his tongue. Tasting. “So good at taking me,” he groaned, claws sliding up her thigh as he wrenched her legs apart and drew her closer. “My breath,” he whispered, and his thumb found her clit, circling with a cruel sweep that drew her in. “My cock.” He caught a nipple between his claws and twisted. “My seed and…” Trailing off, he took a fist full of her hair and forced her to watch when he withdrew, only to slide back inside. “And my spawn.”
Kore tried to shake her head, but her pussy clenched.
“I’ll keep you heavy with them. Breed you while you’re nursing. Have you stuffed with seed until you can’t remember anything butthis.” Drawing back, he stroked into her with his full strength. “The weight of my cock. The burn of my venom. The way your cunt sings when I breed you.”
With a sob, Kore felt the fire spread through her veins. His venom. The sickness of her profane addiction.
Down they sank, carving a glowing trail in poisoned currents as the trident dragged them down.
And with each greedy thrust, Kore’s muscles clamped around that invasive tunneling length. Lungs filled with the sea—with him. His breath. His venom.
Nyxarion.
The king of the Black Sea.
Herking.
Sustaining her as he used her, as the weight of the sea grew immense, crushing her ribs, he cupped the back of her head and pressed her cheek to his chest. The pressure built inside her skull, popping and crackling where it was trapped in her inner ears.
Still, he breathed for her. Forced her to acclimate as they drifted down.
“Look,” he commanded, and pushed another breath through her lips.
She obeyed.
A yawning maw of endless night stretched below, and yet, amidst the gloom, a faint, familiar glow caught her gaze. Held it.
Blue.
