An animal was easy.
An animal wanted simple things—her pussy. To fill her womb and empty his balls.
But this…
She didn’t know what to do withthis.
“You will bloom,” he murmured, and settled into the silt around her cage. “Celebrated by my people. Show them,” he said, and took her hand in his. Lifting her from her prison. Effortlessly. Gentle. Letting her float, he spun her in a careful circle and wrapped one arm around her middle. “Let them witness what a Siren can do.”
Humiliated, Kore tried to shield herself from their ravenous gaze.
But Nyx took her wrists in one hand. Spreading the fingers of the other across her belly to keep her pinned against his chest. Claws teasing the top of her mound. “Behold my bride,” Nyx said, and flicked his tail. Launching them up. “From her, I shallbreed a new generation of Abyssari that will champion us away from extinction.”
“Don’t,” she tried to hiss as the sound was muddled by bubbles.
Nyx ignored her, spinning, his fins flared to catch the current—she felt the sea cradle them in a slow caress.
And then she heard them.
His people. These… Abyssari.
They’d begun to sing.
Ribbons of harmonics bled through the water, wrapping her in a silken glove she couldn’t escape.
The females drifted forward first. Their movements slow, delicate fins fluttering as they sang and touched. Fingertips trailing over her body, at once invasive and reverent. Respectful, despite the violation. As if they were awed.
Byher.
Whining, Kore squirmed when fingertips tickled her toes. Marvelling, she assumed, at what they did not have.
In an instant, they peeled away. Fanning out in a vortex around them, Kore watched as they circled and sang.
Confused.
Enthralled.
Filled with so many endless questions she couldn’t ask.
Could only watch as the males surged forward next. Heavily built, carrying pouches carved from shell and bone. Drifting close enough to touch her with their Resonance, before they drifted over the reef, tipping offerings over the fledgling coral.
Streams of glistening eggs, schools of prey fish that darted in frantic spirals as they scattered.
Gifts.
Just as Nyxarion had said.
They’d brought gifts to lavish upon the reef.
In tribute.
To her.
As she watched, the reef brightened. Feeding on the offering. Blue light pulsed through the branches, starting in the cradle where she’d been caged before spilling out. Racing through its branches, illuminating what sprawled through the dark.
Nyxarion’s kingdom.
It was rough, but enormous. Carpeting everything she could see, and far more she couldn’t.
