"Look at you," Nyxarion crooned, hefting and petting. Lifting her belly as he filled it up. "See? Feel how perfect you are?" And then, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat, he bent her back and pressed his next words against her ear. "They're going to be perfect. Strong. And you'll make more for me." Hips sluicing, he drove inside her once more. "Again. And again."
Tongue tracing the edge of her gills, he made her gasp. Bucking beneath him.
"My perfect Siren Queen."
They stayed like that for a time. Enjoying the glow. Each other. The way she clenched around his every lingering pulse.
Kore's breath steadied. Slowed. And then, "What will it be like?" she murmured, preening when he petted the length of her spine. Turning to look, she found his silver eyes where he lounged at her back.
His hands stilled.
"When… when I'm…"
"Heavy with it?" he asked, and his palm spread across the bulge. Reverent. "Round enough that swimming becomes a labour?"
Chin dipping, she nodded.
Humming, a low purr rumbled through his chest, then. Soothing. The sound wrapping around and inside her.
"Your belly will grow." Pulling at his knot, he worked a few lingering drops of sperm into her. "Slow, at first. Faster toward the end, when it's strong. When the movement becomes restless."
Palm sliding lower, he slid two fingers around his base, where she was stretched to her limit. "You'll feel heavy in a way that has nothing to do with me breeding you. Though I will. Often."
A shiver of fear flickered through her biolume. "Nyx?—"
"You'll need it," he insisted, strumming her clit. Making her gasp and clench. "I'll be gentle, but you'll take it."
Hesitating, as if unsure how to tell her the rest, he paused. Fingers swirling around that aching bead of pleasure. "Instinct will drive you into the dark," he murmured. "Somewhere deep. Safe and hidden."
Kore's throat tightened on a swallow.
"I'll bring you everything you need," he said in a voice pitched low. Soft. Just for her. "The Raskoril will help. Bloom in your den, so it'll be soft. I'll bring you delicacies from the Deep. A feast every day," he murmured, and cupped her breast. Thumbing her nipple as he continued the slow circles around her clit. "I'll drain you when you ache. Drink every drop of milk."
Heat bloomed in her cheeks.
"And when the time comes," he said, and his knot let go, "when they're ready to swim and nurse and draw that first, precious breath, I'll be right here. It'll be my hand that anchors you. My hand that guides it into this kingdom."
She came, crying softly for him. Empty, and yet more full than she'd ever been.
His smile grew possessive, then. Gleaming in the low light. "I'll watch every moment. Cherish what your sweet body was made to do. And then I'll fill you again."
There was a moment of silence.
Peace.
And then the current shifted.
Kore felt the change before she saw him.
It was a blast of cold, both icy and cutting.
Scales rippling with silver-white, Kore turned.
Even as Nyx's hands tightened on her hips, a subtle order for her to still.
She looked.
Thalos.
