Fingers going bloodless around Cymareth's hilt, Thalos fought for calm. Resisting the urge to carve that lazy, smug grin off Nyxarion's face.
Because the fool didn't seem to understand the gravity of what had just happened. Not truly.
Drunk on conquest, enthralled by the pleasure of emptying his balls inside his wretched pet, Nyxarion was oblivious to the truth of what his creature had become.
That Thalos hadn't merely lost the Gauntlet.
He'd been blindsided.
Utterly.
By an Abyssari trait thought lost to the annals of history.
Queen's lightning.
Power straight from Nyxarion's own Korrides bloodline, a thing not seen in three generations…
… until it had erupted fromher.
Unmistakable.
Violet fire.
Lightning crackling through the water.
Carefully blank, Thalos watched as Nyxarion stroked the Siren's distended belly. Cooing praise against her gills as she leaked thick globs of seed where his knot wasn't. Pleased with himself. Oblivious.
The fool.
Reckless fucking trench scum.
He'd gone and created something far,farmore dangerous than a broodmare.
Heavy pressure pulsed behind his vent, and Thalos' lip curled. Furious. Disgusted at himself.
Aroused.
His body reacting to what was otherwise rejected. To the scent… the power.
Her.
Forcing his gaze away from the obscene coupling, Thalos looked up.
To Nerissa.
The Tide Mother floated apart, ancient fins spread wide as she clung to the current. Her expression carefully blank.
But her eyes… they gleamed with what he could only call shock.
A bark of smug laughter rumbled through the current. "My pretty little monster," Nyx crooned, stroking her distended belly. Greedy for the skin stretched taut and grotesque. "Mine."
He gestured, then. Summoning the Abyssari forward to touch. To pet and pay homage, pressing reverent palms against swollen flesh. Murmuring praise and prayers in their deep voices.
"Packed so full she can barely breathe," an ancient male thrummed, before he twisted away.
A youth nosed the current, drifting too close when his fingers splayed across the creature's belly. "She took every drop."
The Siren whimpered, trying to twist. To hide her shame against Nyx's chest.
