But Kore's tongue worked his shaft, and her hands pumped in perfect synch with his driving thrusts.
"You… you are obscene," Thalos gasped, shuddering. Fins flared wide as pressure began to build. As his balls flexed, growing tight. "W-Wretched, perfect little monster," he groaned, unable to stop his hips from tilting forward.
And when her throat gripped him, squeezing… milking, another impulse took him.
Instinct.
To breed.
Muscle bunching at the corner of his jaw, Thalos clenched his teeth.
Rhythm stuttering, he faltered. Battling two opposing drives. To spill down her throat, while they were alone. Hidden. Unwitnessed. Or haul her up. Impale her as deep as he might, and pump her full of his seed. Make her bulge, her belly swollen with his claim on her womb.
The Siren’s fingers tightened where they cradled his balls.
Rolling.
With a snarl, he yanked her up.
Off.
Violent and graceless, his cock slid free of her throat with a grotesque slurp. Strings of over-eager slime connecting them, just for a moment. His pre-cum, clinging to her puffy lips.
The little bitch had the audacity to smile, then. Gills flaring, panting as she fought for equilibrium, unbalanced in the current.
He refused her even that.
Ruled by instinct deeper than law, more true than doctrine, Thalos seized her thighs. Those wretched, foreign limbs. Grotesque the way they parted for him. So alien to the glory ofVirelii,with their sleek bodies and elegant length.
Kore’s spine ended at the hip. In the place of a tail, there were long bones. Sharp angles. Halves instead of a whole.
Heinous, vile creature.
His cock throbbed. Trying to burrow. Seeking slick heat. Adjusting his grip, he dragged her closer. Wider. Thrumming deep in the barrel of his chest when his blunt crown nosedthrough her folds. Catching at her rim. Where she was hot with translucent arousal.
“I should make you beg,” he snarled, but couldn’t peel his glacial scowl away from her cunt. Watching the pale stretch. The way her glossy petals grew taut. Plump and flushed to thin, pale coral pink.
The head popped inside, and driven by a shameful, animal instinct, he speared forward.
A single, brutal thrust, and he was buried. To the root.
Pleasure.
It rippled through him. Lifting his scales. A vicious, all-consuming force that annihilated everything else.
His cock slithered in deep. Snaking through tender flesh until it bumped the mouth of her womb. Trying to latch.
But it was already too late.
His release swept through him. A wave of pulsing heat.
Balls flexing, lifting tight where they were mashed between her legs as the first violent spurt splashed against her womb.
Shamed by a half-formed thing.
Helpless but to pump thick ropes of seed into the depths of clenching heat. Each kick of his shaft drove another jet of cum against her womb.
Gasping, lips tracing her gills, his hips jerking in ragged, shallow thrusts, he used her. Rode out the wave of his release, emptied his balls, and dumped decades of frustration into her body.
