Trying to force a sound through her throat, Kore’s lips moved around a plea. Chest tight, heat singing in her veins, panic bled through her gills and warred with her lungs. A battle that had been fought and won while she’d slept.
Still, her lips moved.
“She tries to speak,” one of the young ones whispered, awed. Drifting close enough that she could see where he’d already burst from his slit. Bloated cock trialing through the water.
Vibrating at her back, Nyxarion issued a warning that sent the younger male away, his tail whipping through the current.
“The Accord would have us yield,” Nyxarion said in a tone that sent heat flaring through Kore’s veins. “To accept a slow demise that rejects our history. Our tradition.”
Arousal gushed between her legs, and Kore kicked—her fins catching the current hard enough to see her press back against the male who’d remade her into… this.
A Siren.
HisSiren.
“The Thalassari call us abhorrent,” he murmured, and released her wrists to cup her breasts. Putting her on display. “They mock what we are and sanction our heritage when they cannot so much as tolerate the Deep.”
Kore’s gills flared as she took a soggy breath. Heat spilling down her neck as the flush spread. Because she needed this.From him. A relentless hum that drove her against him, even when her mind had curled tight in terror.
Nyx let his hands trail, tracing her ribs. Framing her hips, before his touch drifted… down. Parting her thighs, his thumbs slid over the plush lips of her cunt and spread her petals wide for all to see.
The contact seared. Kore’s spine arched against his chest, betraying her.
It was a deliberate action.
Something meant to expose her aching, desperate need.
Her legs fell apart at the lightest touch.
The rumble of his amusement shook her marrow. “Look at her,” Nyx murmured, his voice low enough to taunt. “How she gushes at my touch. She knows what she’s been made for.”
Fingers clinging, Kore’s breath hitched when he sent two clawed digits through her folds. Slow. Possessive. The water around them thickened with her scent—citrus-bright and electric.
Around them, Abyssari surged into motion. As one, singing a harmony as they circled.
Claws rimming her opening, just shy of where she ached, Nyxarion teased her. “My bride,” he hummed, voice laced with a hint of his Resonance. That deadly purr that could melt her resistance with a single note. “The first true Siren in a thousand tides.Mine.”
He plunged inside her, then. Two fingers stretching her open in a single, teasing stroke that wasn’t nearly enough and also exactly what she needed.
Contact.
Pressure.
The burn of invasion she’d come to need more than air.
Her hips jerked, legs flailing as a broken sound tried to escape her throat—and failed.
“She will carry my line,” he said, grip tight, pinning her in place as her body fought for friction. “From her womb, the future of Abyssari.”
And with that, she felt his cock burst from his vent. Thick and seeking, it slithered between her legs. Preening as it spread the lips of her cunt and nosed at her clit.
The contact sent a fresh wave of slick pouring from her sheath, and she let her head roll back. Blinded to the audience. Deaf to their song as they watched her crumble for him.
Nails digging into his forearm, Kore’s lips moved around a plea. A desperate thing. Shameless.
Guiding his cock between her folds, Nyx’s lips brushed the shell of her ear. His breath was a warm gush of liquid against her gills. “Breathe, little Siren,” he murmured, “and show them just how much you can take. Every drop.”
They could all see.
