A plume of bubbles escaped flaring gills as Kore’s mind fractured under the strain. The fire of a climax denied.
But he forced her still with a bruising grip, and fucked her through the venom’s haze. “Your scent is the summons,” he droned, careful not to give her enough—determined to torment her into a state of arousal that drew a line between her body and mind. “Your breath the lure that will enthrall my people to the promise of legacy, rebirth. Everything I shall claim from your womb.”
Her eyes rolled back, teeth flashing white as she tried to chase what he refused to give.
“That’s it,” he growled, voice gone gravelly and rich as his end approached. “Milk it. Let your body beg for this knot. You can have my cum,” he snarled as she bucked beneath him. “You can take every drop.”
Cock pulsing, Nyxarion groaned.
And then she felt it.
The rush of seed. Scalding where it lashed against the mouth of her womb.
“Such a good little bride,” he moaned, claws dimpling her hips as he used her sheath for his own end.
Denying her.
Screams swallowed by a billowing cloud of bubbles, Kore’s agony was lost to the black waters. Body shivering with the force of his denial, held open and helpless by the coral wrapped around her, she lurched. Flinching when he eased back.
Withdrawing slowly, she felt every bump and pearl when he dragged it over sensitized flesh and left her empty.
Ruined.
Aching and denied.
Fist working between them, he sent the last few jets of seed into her cage. Ribbons of salty brine that clouded her vision with a lewd haze, her every breath a torment laced with all things Nyxarion.
Tail uncoiling, he flicked that great appendage and circled her in the water, grinning at her as he commanded the coral to release her, freeing her to float in her prison at the bottom of the Black Sea.
Gentle fingers brushed the back of her neck, then. And in a voice heavy with darkness, he whispered, “Soon, my bride. They’ll come to witness what calls them to the poisoned tide.”
And then, with an unspoken command, he touched the bars of her cage.
It shivered.
Pulsed.
Tiny fingers branched out, reaching for their master.
“Soon,” he whispered again.
And the coral pulled in on itself.
A dying bloom that closed in around her…
… sealing her away inside.
Where no one might hear her screams.
CHAPTER 2
The black waters rippled around him, thick with the scent ofher.
Sunlight and lightning.
Citrus and dusk.
The aroma of a Siren flirting with estrus.
