A chime sounded in the deep.
Victory.
"Mine," he crooned, delighting in the electric pulse that kissed his shredded fins. "All mine. My precious, glorious girl." This delicate creature had defeated Thalos on the cusp of devastation.
Body still crackling with the extraordinary shimmer of pure, raw power, Nyxarion held her close to his chest. Marvelling at the lattice of veins pulsing in patterns he'd never seen on any creature of the Deep. Flashing in sync with her racing heart, her blood was visible as it rushed through her veins.
The hollow between each rib glowing with an internal light that left no question about where such fire had come from. It echoed in the curve of her throat. The dips beneath dainty collarbones.
Impossible colors to match a flame capable of burning at the bottom of the sea.
Crackling with aftershocks, body trembling and limp, Kore was unconscious. Claws flexing, Nyx turned her in a deliberate twist. Inspecting as she sagged against him. Pliant. Her breath coming in ragged little bursts.
And then her lids fluttered.
Opened.
Revealing pupils blown wide. Enough to swallow any hint of color—pupils shimmering with more of that violet crackle of power. Cold fire, ancient and untamed.
And then she blinked, and the fledgling Siren was his innocent bride once more.
Trembling and confused in his grasp.
Perfect.
Grinning, Nyx's lips spread over something vicious and uncouth. All teeth and triumph. "There she is," he murmured, stroking the delicate line of her jaw, her throat. "My perfect little monster," he growled in a voice of pure gravel, tilting her face toward the scattered court.
Possessive when he traced the curve of her hip.
Humming their approval, the Abyssari lifted their voices in victory. Celebrating his bride, while the Hollow Court fell silent.
Stunned.
That Thalos had lost.
That this tiny slip of a thing had handed Nyx a victory.
And against her neck, where her pulse still flickered with violet light, he purred, "You are everything I made you to be." His grin grew wicked. "And so much more than they knew to fear."
Citrus and lightning perfumed the water. Charred ozone rich with the sweet tang of Siren slick,
Coiling, Nyx wrapped his arm about her middle. Pulling her back to his chest, putting her on display. And then, lips brushing the shell of her ear, "They see you," he murmured. Cock throbbing where it pressed against his slit, he cupped her tits, thumbs rolling over her nipples until they grew peaked.
Hard and aching.
At this, Kore moaned. Head lolling back against his shoulder, her hips tilting. Seeking friction.
"Look," he whispered, voice rich with mirth. His teeth grazing her pulse as his touch dipped between parted thighs. "See how he seethes? The Shallow King is jealous," Nyx crooned, grinning at Thalos as the other was forced to remain motionless. Violence stayed by the very laws he'd sworn to uphold. "But my sweet Siren wantedme. My knot. So she handed me the victory. And now," he hummed. "Now you reap your reward."
He pulled her slight body tighter against him. One massive hand splayed across her lower belly, where she would stretch and bloat with the vast quantity of seed he meant to pump inside her.
Fingers dipping through the swollen folds of her cunt, he let his chest swell with the drone of victory. Purring to make her pliant as his cock snaked free of his slit. Pearls already bulging and ripe, already thrumming with the need to burrow. "This tight little hole is mine to fill," he sang. "And I'm going to flood your womb with enough cum to sink you back into the heart of Vorynthar. Where you belong."
A dainty hand reached back. Cupping his cheek.
Nyxarion went still.
Leaning into her touch when her fingers—small, delicate—curled against his jaw.
