Cock gleaming where it pistoned in the dim current, pearls popping through the rim of that lewd, glitening ring, she gripped him. Cunt clinging as he made to turn her inside out.
So small.
Her body dainty where he was not.
It was the contrast. The image of the strain, her struggle to accommodate his girth. The lips of her pussy stretched bloodless, taut.
And just there, beneath the dip of her navel…
The bulge of his cock.
Moving behind the wall of her abdomen. Flat now, until he pumped her full and forced his seed into that chalice.
Hips rolling, the Siren cried out. Seeking friction, demanding. Taking every brutal inch.
Balls growing tight, filling with renewed volume despite what was leaking from her soiled depths, Thalos felt it rise anew.
Thumb pressed into the hollow at the base of her throat, he bullied his way back inside.
Stuffing her full.
One leg draped over his hip, the other dangling free, he filled her.
Left her empty.
Only to surge back inside.
Watching his venom spread through her veins.
And then he felt it.
The shift.
A distant change in the pressure. Multiple bodies cutting through the current, moving toward this secret, shameful moment he’d carved for himself.
And there, beneath it all, a something deeper. A subsonic rage.
Nyxarion.
The Abyssari king was coming for his little bride.
For him.
Thalos grinned.
His hips worked her tight little cunt.
Merciless.
Greedy.
Harder.
It was annihilation.
The grip of her sheath was a silken, forbidden fist that dragged him deeper with each thrust. Made him thirst for more.
Body arching, Kore moaned, gills pulsing with the same shade of violet in his own venom. Because he was in her blood, now.
