And her veins.
She was lit from within. Violet flames. Gills and skin flashing with Thalassari color as she gasped and took all Thalos had to give. Vision sparkling black at the edges, Nyx watched the Shallow King with the sort of unblinking stare that hinted at something dark lurking in the tide.
Something gruesome and blood thirsty.
Ravenous for slaughter.
A storm.
Thalos’ hips sluiced through the current, and, neck rolling, he turned to meet Nyxarion's eyes.
He smiled.
Eyes blazing with frigid, crystalline satisfaction. The lust for taking something the other male had already claimed. Greedy, even as he debased himself. His claws dimpled precious, tender skin, his hips sluiced through the water. Pumping. Filling her.
Once.
Twice more.
Nyx’s grip went bloodless around the Trident’s shaft. The ancient prongs beginning to hum with an ancient, repressed power. Making the water dance and shimmer.
And he watched.
Pupils blown wide, yawning black and murderous as Thalos bred her.
It was his right.
By Pelagorn law.
It was what Nyxarion had given up to spare her the agony of the Chain of Breath. The agony of that beach, broiling beneath the harsh sun. He'd forfeited knowing Thalos would take liberties. That despite all his pious posturing, the Shallow King wouldn't be able to resist the scent of a Siren approaching estrus.
It was his sacrifice.
For her.
And this was the price.
Back flexing, Thalos snarled. Rhythm breaking down. Working to perfume the current with citrus and ozone with every clash of his hips against her mound. Bright lightning. Sunlight and seafoam.
When he came, it was with a snarl. Vicious. Shuddering.
A profound lack of composure from the very male who defined it. Enforced it.
And for a moment, made to bear witness without interfering, Nyxarion was taken by the lewd sight. By the spectacle of the ocean's chosen son coming undone byhisliving flame. Sullied.
Grinning despite the possessive rage festering in his veins, Nyxarion's scales lifted to vent his fury. Vision tunneling, fixated to the point where Thalos' cock was lodged so deep inside his perfect bride. Watching the other male shudder. His fins flaring wide in a bristling display of helpless, catatonic ecstasy that caught every drop of light in the gloom and made it shimmer as he sent another pulse inside her.
The way Kore's belly swelled… the soft, pale skin growing taut and shiny as Thalos pumped his seed into her womb.
Her eyes rolled white.
Head lolling back, her jaws sagging around a soundless scream.
Climax washed through her.
He could see it in the pulse of color beneath her skin, the way her muscles flexed and lurched…
So pretty.
