The coral moved.
Folding around her.
Sluggish and disoriented, she reached. Tried to push it back, to claw her way free of the prison he’d built around her.
But her arms were weak. Her movements clumsy.
“Rest,” he said, the word a low growl of possessive intent that, for a moment, made the coral pulse bright as she was sealed inside.
And then he was gone. A flick of his tail sent him shooting through the water.
Alone.
In a glowing coral prison that was both lifeline and tomb, the only thing keeping her alive, even as it held her hostage in the trench.
Hands pressed to the bars, Kore didn’t bother trying to break through.
Not with a belly full of cum, skin stretched taut where she was monstrous and glowing.
Not without fins to propel herself through the current and outpace the monster who’d claimed her body and womb.
Not with a set of gills struggling to pull enough oxygen into her lungs.
There was only this.
The silent, endless weight of a city growing in the dark.
Kore didn’t scream.
There was no one left who’d listen.
EPILOGUE
Nyx rose.
He knifed through the toxic water, the current splitting around him. He savored his triumph.
The reef blazed where it sprawled through the trench, a testament to his effort. Proof that his course was righteous. Claiming her—brutal, yet just.
And her.
Kore.
His Siren bride.
She was flawless. Adapting to her new environment at a speed he hadn’t thought possible. She’d taken his knot and milked him dry. That clenching slit gulping down every gush pulse, he’d bred her placid. Kept her locked on his knot almost as long as he’d breed one of his own.
Half-curled around her belly, swaddled in Raskoril coral, Kore slept.
Not in the way ofPelagorn—who never truly rested—and no longer human. His Siren shimmered.
Dreaming.
Skin gleaming, veins of blue light traced her skin as her scales bloomed, and dainty, gossamer fins sprouted from her flesh. Amirror of her taintedPelagornblood. Almost vestigial, until her transformation was complete.
It sent a taboo thrill racing through his veins.
Eager to have her again when she woke, desperate. Addicted. Totally enslaved to his venom.
