Panting, he flashed his teeth. "You are obscene?—"
Eyes lifting, pupils blown, she met his gaze and didn't blink.
And then she swallowed.
"Sun fucked… little…" Thalos' vision went grey. Hazy at the edges. Snarling when his prick moved down her throat. Bumping over the ridges of cartilage. A squeeze rippling over his shaft. Pulsing against his pearls. One that dragged him deeper before she pulled back, she pulled a sound from his chest.
A broken thing.
A sound he'd never so much as heard, in all the years of his life, much less one that came from his own lips.
It was slow agony.
Lips and teeth. The drag of molten heat over his ridges. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock until only the crown remained.
Something wicked stretched her lips. A smile.
Grinning, she worked him deeper. Floating beneath him, yet still somehow… above him. Even as she took him to the root, her nose pressed against his slit. Pretty against his scales. Her gills flaring wide as she adjusted.
Fuck.
Claws scoring her scalp, Thalos' grip grew unforgiving as he clung to his restraint. To the effort to resist her.
Watching, enthralled, when she did it again.
And again.
Falling into a rhythm that left him shivering.
One dainty hand wrapped around his base, where his knot had begun to bulge, while the other rolled his heavy balls in her palm.
Helpless, Thalos watched his cock vanish down her throat.
Over and over and over again.
Obsessing over the stretch, the clench. The way her webbed fingers stroked and rolled and touched. Unblinking as he watched her work him, her throat bulging.
But it was the sounds that forced his hips to move.
The raunchy click of cartilage. An increasingly wet squish of her throat working to take him.
His thrusts were shallow, at first.
Hesitant.
Until they grew greedy. His muscles unlocking as he began to fuck her face.
"Depraved, filthy creature," he snarled, tail lashing against the current.
The Siren moaned.
Like she knew.
Like she wanted to send a ripple of sound straight through his shaft.
Snarling, both hands wrapped in her hair, Thalos held her in place. Driving himself into her throat. Deeper. Messy. Deliriously selfish.
BecauseVireliididn't do this.
