And then, "Please."
One word.
A single syllable spoken in a voice that forced him to still. Music. Pure and untouched. Neither Pelagorn nor human.
Her voice. It was more than he’d ever dreamed it might be.
He nipped at her throat—just to taste the lightning still dancing on her skin. "Again," he snarled, claws digging into her hips. Pulling her flush to his scales. "Say it again."
"N-Nyxarion," she breathed, a song of pure, desperate want. "Please… I-I need…"
Selfish, but trying to give, he didn't make her wait.
Nudging at her slit, where she was weeping and slick, he set his cock into the mess. The ridged head catching at her rim, where she was aching and swollen with neglect.
He pushed.
Burrowed.
"That's it," he sang in a low rumble. Hips rolling. Plundering what he'd won. "Take every fucking inch like I know you can."
A broken, musical sigh bubbled up from her gills. Her lips parting around a silent wail, for the stretch was obscene. A struggle to fit everything inside, no matter the way the world narrowed to that silken grip. The way her flesh resisted when it craved.
"That's it," he rumbled. Voice a dark purr that hung thick and cloying in the dark waters. "Let them see how well you take me."
And, without giving her a moment to adjust, he bullied his way inside. To the root. Scales pressed against those that were delicate and new.
"Nyx—" She whined, clawing at his forearm. Body clenching in a merciless fist of desperate, needy want of all that he was.
"Louder," he snapped, free hand sliding up to circle her throat. To catch that impossible, musical voice as it sang against his palm. "Let them hear your voice as I breed you, sweet Kore."
Squirming, equal parts mortified and desperate for more, Kore whined. "Please," she keened high at the back of her throat. Impaled. Feeling him bump her end. "N-Nyx—I don't… I can't…"
Claws biting her hip, caging her desperate pleas, he snarled as he seated himself to the root. Delighting in the helpless surrender of that fluttering sheath. And then, "Look at him," he commanded. Voice jagged where it splashed against her gills. As he tipped her chin and forced her gaze to lock with Thalos' frigid scowl. "Watch his flawless face as I ruin you."
A helpless sob saw her obey.
Withdrawing only to slide back in, he revelled in the glorious clench of forbidden flesh. In the scowl marring Thalos' face as the Shallow King clenched his waveblade in trembling, indignant fury—but did nothing.
She came with a gasp.
Convulsing around him as his pearls dragged across her clit.
"Again," he commanded, fucking her through it. Rough. Punishing. His hips snapping against her, cock gliding through the mess in deep, punishing strokes. "Milk my cock and show them how good you are for me."
Hips canting back, rolling against him, a plume of bubbles escaped her lips. Her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Fingers tightening around her throat—enough to make her whine—Nyx purred deep in his chest. Scales bristling as they lifted. Fins flared in a spiny display of dominance. "Such a greedy little thing," he sang, letting his teeth rake her pulse. "Taking it so well. Clenching"—he grunted—"on my cock like you were made to take it." He laughed, then. Hips beginning to smack as he pistoned into her. "Because you were."
"Hnngh," she grunted, and he felt her grow tight once more. "Pleassseee," she slurred, voice breaking as her face burned with shame. "Please, Nyx, st-stop?—"
"No," he snarled, fingers growing tight where they were bound around her throat. "They need to watch, Kore. Need to see you grow round with my seed. To know who sired every one of the children you will carry for me."
And then, his fingers slid between her legs. Circling her clit at the base, where she was swollen and desperate, he pinched that bundle of nerves. Drew it away from her body as she sobbed for mercy. Gentle, despite the carnage he wrought on her body. The mess made of glittering female flesh.
Clamping down around him, she wailed and it was beautiful.
A sound straight from the annals of myth.
