And then, hips rolling, he dragged a whine from her throat.
Grinding deep. He nudged her womb, made her feel the force of his arousal. The girth.
Ass up, utterly exposed, she spread her knees to grant him greater access.
And then… something lurched inside her.
Kore went still.
Her eyes snapped open.
Breath still in her chest.
Nyxarion's palms flattened against her belly.
For a moment, there was nothing. Just the sounds of their breaths, one shallow, the other ragged. And then a subsonic hum rumbled through his chest.
"Yesss," he snarled, lifting her belly to agitate what was moving inside. "Gravid. At last."
Another kick thumped against her skin—fluttering against his palm.
He groaned.
Cock lurching inside her, he ground his helm down. Moving in a deep thrust that made her gasp and squirm.
"Already strong," he said, and the tremor in his voice made her ache.
Kore whined, heart clattering behind her ribs. Trying to push up, off the floor. To move the leviathan lodged inside her cunt.
Fingers tightening, a laugh rumbled against her ear when he denied her effort. Kept her impaled. "And where do you think you're going? We're not finished." His hips rolled against her. "There's more."
"Nyx—"
He reached, wrapping careful fingers over her lips. Silencing her as he let his cock writhe so deep inside. "Your pretty little tits," he murmured, and cupped her breast in his free hand. "They'll grow full. Ripe. They'll ache for relief." Thumb circling a nipple, he pinched. Kneading. Tugging on that sensitive bud. "It will be my pleasure," he said, voice a dark rumble against her ear, "to drink from you. To get you ready. Teach your little body to feed my spawn."
Breath hitching, she twisted to look over her shoulder at him. Aghast.
"Oh, yes. You'll leak for me," he continued, and drove another deep thrust inside her. "Every time I touch what belongs to me."
Another thrust delivered with a slow pulse.
It was an easy glide, yet all the more devastating for the pace.
One that would be over quickly—for both.
Knot swelling, he caught at her entrance with a desperate, low snarl. "You're going to look so pretty, all round and helpless while you grow my child." One hand slipping back down, over the curve of her belly, he groaned. Fins shivering as he bore down upon her. "I'm going to cherish every instant of it. Worship this body as you breed for me."
Moaning, desperate and utterly enthralled by his words, Kore was swept away on the tide of his obsession. Her scales strobing with the approach of her orgasm.
"I'll keep you like this," he snarled, pumping her in long, slow strokes that underscored the feral edge to his voice. "Fill you while you nurse the first. Keep you pregnant. Mine. Because you were made for this," he said, pressing a kiss to her nape. "Imade you for this. To take my seed and give it life."
And then, with a final, desperate snarl, he came. His knot swelled inside her. Locking them together as he gave her the molten flood of seed she'd grown to crave.
She followed.
Falling for the ache, the stretch.
Crying. Overwhelmed by the knowing. That she was pregnant.
