Pulsing a soft welcome, outlining a structure that was both vast and uncanny.
“Behold,” he rumbled, planting himself deep and pulling her inside out as he fucked her through the currents. “Vorynthar. The Seat of the Black Sea Throne. It shall be a new beginning. A rebel empire built in the dark.”
Eyes wide, trying to take it all in, Kore watched as they drifted over the sprawling reef. Feeling it pulse with an alien heartbeat, she saw polyps dancing in the current. Waving as if in greeting to their king.
“Raskoril Coral,” he said, strumming her clit. Forcing her to the edge of climax, only to fall back an instant before shepeaked. “A symbiote feeding on the abyss, and in exchange”—he grunted, his rhythm growing fractured and jagged—“each exhale rich in oxygen that will transform my kingdom and tame the anoxic sea. One breath at a time. And soon,” he said, returning his attention to her swollen cunt as his monstrous prick began to swell, stretching her wide around his girth. “Soon, this will be my throne, where you will break across my cock and grow heavy with my spawn.”
Panic surged in Kore’s heart, rising in perfect sync with the climax Nyxarion was forcing through her blood.
But she was trapped.
Impaled.
Hooked on an enormous bludgeon that grew fast against the mouth of her womb.
Claws digging into her tender skin, he held her steady as he forced her to yield, burrowing deeper. Always deeper.
“This reef will be a fortress,” he said, and she felt him find his target. “It will feast on our enemies. Their bones will form the foundation of your nursery. Thier flesh will nourish our young.”
A shudder boiled her blood, as the cradle between her hips grew ravenous for his seed.
She came.
Mind flooded with horror. Body a swamp of everything she couldn’t name.
“That’s it, my bride,” he snarled, stuffing her full. “Milk it. Let your body sing for me.”
Head thrown back, Kore screamed.
It was a sound beyond hearing. An electric flame of ecstasy that clawed through her gills and burst through her lips in a cloud of frantic bubbles.
His cock pulsed. A living brand inside her.
Heaving, his pearls strumming her clit to prolong her climax, he followed her in ecstasy. Gushing, she was made to feel every ridge, every vein and pulsing bubble of lewd flesh.
“Yesss,” he groaned, scales lifting as cum poured into her. “Take every drop as you break over my knot. Let me seal it inside you, Kore. Your cunt remade as you become my bride. My Siren. The mother of my spawn.Mine.”
Her eyes rolled up, back. A second orgasm washed through her overwrought body.
It was blooming. Stretching her impossibly wide. A balloon of rock-hard flesh that sealed his cum inside her. Forced her to take what should have gushed into the sea.
Too much.
Too intense.
Spasming, helpless but to take as he overfilled his chalice, Kore milked his cock. Seed flooded her belly, bloating and round as he poured the tide inside.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, chest rattling with that strange sound that turned her spine to jelly. Stroking her back as they sank into the heart of Vorynthar. “You’re taking me so well. Almost halfway, my precious bride. Almost”—he pushed another breath through her lips—“almost ready to service your king.”
The Raskoril coral throbbed in the dark, matching the jets of cum pushing Kore to the limit.
“Soon,” he said, palming her swollen belly with a softness she hadn’t thought might possibly exist on his rugged face. “Soon you will know nothing but this. The pleasure of being bred before the court. You will beg to take my knot, and we will drift through my kingdom for hours.”
Convulsing in an orgasm that crashed one into the next, Kore broke as she was destined to do. Shattered beneath the weight of his words that settled across her shoulders. A mantle of destiny she was helpless to refute.
This was her future.
She was trapped in the abyss, forever bound to the beast who’d claimed her.
