Shaking her head, Kore’s lips parted on a denial. A refusal of all he claimed—that she was anything at all except a victim.
But the words wouldn’t come.
And her pussy clenched.
Nyxarion’s smile grew wicked. “They’ll come to watch,” he said as his cock slid between the bars of her cage. Searching for…her. “To see if the stories were true. If a Siren can take it all and beg for more.”
Flailing, she tried to kick when the coral shifted beneath her. Tried to thrash when a set of boney fingers wrapped about her ribs and forced her to roll. Adjusting her as she thrashed, until she faced the back of her prison.
Left exposed.
Open.
Maneuvered to suit Nyxarion’s unspoken whim, the coral obeyed him. Moved her. Gripping her tighter, until she was bent before him, her bottom upturned and pressed back, against the bars.
“Yes,” he crooned and spread her cheeks with a gentle touch. “It won’t be long now, Kore. Soon, your transformation will be complete. Your womb will grow plush and welcoming.”
It was then, as blunt, probing heat kissed her, that Kore strained against her bonds. Not in abject terror—though she should have been hopelessly lost in prayer to the divine for aid—but in frustration.
He was teasing what he’d plundered.
Playing with the swollen lips of her sex when he should have been ravaging her.
A cloud of bubbles tickled the underside of her jaw when she tried to snarl at him. To silence his monologue and command him to end the brutal ache burning through her blood.
His grin only grew more vicious. Greedy. “To reward your submission,” he purred, reaching around to milk her nipples, “I’ll breed you before the court so there will never be a question of whose spawn you carry.”
At last, he bullied his way forward. Letting his cock burrow, he unleashed the beast with a sigh so deep it rattled the liquid in her lungs. Hummed at the base of her brain.
Fingers clawing for purchase, a ragged breath clattered through her gills. And, gasping, Kore welcomed the stretch with a garbled sound.
“Soon,” he cooed, and seated himself with an easy glide through slick flesh, “your gills will mature. And you will sing, my sweet Siren,” he said, plumbing her depths as he fucked her through the bars of the cage. “Your voice shall be the song that calls them home.”
Jaws sagging, Kore’s hips rolled, her body answering what her mind tried to reject. Eyes fixed to the flare of fins where they were anchored around her prison—lurching with every slow roll of his hips as he bottomed out inside her.
Over, and over, and over again. Slow. Diligent. Achingly relentless.
“Every time the trench stirs, I’m going to fill you, just like this,” he groaned, and with his free hand, Nyxarion reached forward, petting the length of her bowed spine, bottom to top, then cupped her jaw. Forcing her to twist. To bend as she was ridden, to meet his molten, pitiless gaze. “With every tide. Each pulse of the Deep. Every deepfold and bloom cycle.” His thumb dragged her lower lip down before plunging inside.
She sucked, tongue laving the pad of his thumb.
Tail flexing, his fins flared as he drew a breath between his lips. Hissing as he gave her another vicious shove—and the water between them shivered with him.
The coral bit into Kore’s palms as she rocked back, impaling herself, trying to force him to go faster,harder. Deeper.
But he refused.
Giving relentless precision instead of that violent, desperate lust she’d come to crave.
Because there was no urgency.
No desperate crush of being on land, slowly suffocating as he worked to dose her with just enough to force her transformation.
Here in the Deep, he could take his time. Luxuriate in the velvet clench he’d remade to suit his carnal whims.
“You’re taking it so well,” Nyxarion growled, claws skittering up her spine before they found an anchor on her hips. “So slick. So tight.” Fingers sinking into the soft, female flesh, he tilted her hips back and made space for his girth only to bottom out. Letting his cock nuzzle at her at the mouth of her womb.
Kore couldn’t beg. Couldn’t pray or grunt or scream.
