As if she'd done it before.
But then…
… of course she had.
Nyxarion had taught her, in his own way.
Made her into this… this creature built from human flesh and lust.
Throat working to smother a groan, Thalos choked.
But his hips lurched, and he drove his cock through the circle of tight fingers.
Sliding down, slipping from his grip, Kore descended. Down, until her face was level with his prick. Stroking, still rolling his heavy, churning balls.
And then she glanced up, haunting eyes glassy with pupils blown wide.
She smiled.
Lips parting.
Opening.
Thalos' breath hitched in his chest.
She wouldn't.
She—
She pulled him inside.
Hot.
Soft.
Velvet, obscene suction.
Right hand darting out, Thalos' fingers tangled in her hair with a scandalized hiss. Claws heavy against her scalp. Gripping the silken strands, seeking an anchor as her tongue rolled. Pulling him deeper, writhing against him.
It was… nothing like a cunt. Absent the muscular squeeze that would milk his knot and trigger the instinct to breed. To rut.
But… his spines flared. Leaking a pulse of venom into the current.
Pure sensation rippled through him. His scales lifted, shivering. A cascade of mortified pleasure that drew a strangled sound from his gills. A curse.
Fingers tangling, gripping hard enough to hurt, his lips parted. "You vile creature?—"
She hummed.
A bolt of pure sensation shot through his weeping glans, straight to his heavy balls. The vibration was electric. Forced a pulse of brine from his slit.
Gills flaring wide enough to show the crimson filaments, Kore pulled back. Lips and tongue dragging down his shaft. Teeth scraping over each of his pearls.
And then she hollowed her cheeks.
The suction made him flinch. Breath stuttering, tail flicking as she sank back down. Working him deeper inside, over the velvet grip of her tongue. Past the ridge of her palate.
Until his crown bumped that tight ring at the back of her throat and she stopped. Forced by biology.
