A Siren.
Staining her.
He’dmarkedher.
It was a revelation. One he made while her cunt milked him in long, greedy pulls—he’d done precisely what Nyxarion had done. Claimed this beguiling creature in the way of trench filth.
Graceless. Desperate.
Furious, Thalos snarled.
Reduced to little more than a rutting beast, he submitted to an impulse that only made his fury shine all the brighter.
Teeth sinking into virgin flesh, he bit into the flesh between her shoulder and jaw. Opposite to the side where Nyxarion’s mark sat. The crunch of breaking skin sent a violent thrill through his cock, venom glands contracting. Sending a flood of venom into her system. Flooding the wound with a wash of icy frost.
The creature sobbed.
Dainty fingers clinging to his edges.
Milking him. Grotesque legs splayed around his hips.
With a snarl, Thalos fucked into her.
Hips driving through the mess.
Still thick, swollen and aching, despite the volume gushing into her soiled little cunt.
Drunk on the ecstasy.
Claws kneading the back of her thighs, he moved her over his girth.
The very act itself was grotesque. Heretical.
But then shemoved. Arching in to meet his rabid thrusts. Stroke for stroke, cunt swallowing his cock like the greedy little thing she really was. Her gills fluttered in a desperate rhythm as he worked her.
It forced him to double down. Instinct seized his brainstem in a grip more rigid than the one leaving dimples on her ass.
His secondary venom glands pulsed. Flooding her with more. Enough to drown her in it. To overpower Nyxarion’s claim.
Only then did he pull back. Watching the blood ooze from her nape, twisting through the current as he rutted into her. Admiring the hint of venom spiraling through her veins.
Her head tipped back.
Pupils dilating, yawning wide as her lips parted around a beautiful sound.
He caught the back of her neck, forcing her chin to tip. So he might watch the vacant, hollow glass in her eyes as his venom worked through her.
“That’s it,” he snarled, pumping her. “All of it. Just like that.”
It was as if he were alone.
Free to use her body without the consequences of shame.
So he looked.
Indulged.
Manic, as if utterly unable to stop.
