Such a dainty, glorious thing, his bride. Even now. Even plump and spoiled with Thalassari sperm.
"Take all of it, you magnificent creature," Thalos hummed, drinking her in as she surrendered in his arms.
And then the impossible bloomed into stark reality.
Thalos hunched, clutching Kore against his chest with a primitive snarl.
His knot.
It bulged at the base of his cock.
A slow, blooming stretch. Obscene. His pale girth distending as the breeding gland engorged to lock him inside Kore's dainty body.
He forced it in.
Thalos Asterion, the Sovereign of Caelith Mare, broke Spiral law. Publicly. With the entire Hollow Court as witness.
Trident blazing, a bark of cold, shocked laughter burst from Nyxarion's lips. Incredulous. "You dare to knot my bride," he hissed, and the gathered Pelagorn rippled with the shock. "Before an audience of your own people?"
But Thalos' grip only tightened, knot pulsing. Swelling large enough to set that forbidden claim. Pumping every drop as deep as he might, ensuring it would stay exactly where he sent it.
"You'velost, Shallow King," Nyxarion said, laughing. Shocked as a ripple of chaos erupted all around him. "The Spiral is over.She's mine."
Lips curling around a smug grin, Thalos remained, shuddering into her. Spines shivering. And in a voice hoarse with the effort, he said, "You know nothing of the law." It was a tone that carried through the current. Not unaffected, voice gruff, he added, "Breaking the covenant doesn't forfeit my claim." And then, hand stroking down that distended belly, claws ranking over pale skin stretched taut, he added, "It isdisadvantage. You should be thanking me, Nyxarion," Thalos added, casting a wicked smirk over Kore's delicate shoulder as he sent another pulse into her overfilled womb.
"Thankyou?" Nyx returned, fists clenched, the trident boiling the water where it was held away from his body. Levelled at Thalos' spine. Mystified by the sheer audacity of the Shallow King. "Do explain," he drawled as the other shivered.
"This is a gift," Thalos said, and groaned. "I'll begin the Crucible of Bone with a handicap for this… minor transgression. And you," he added, having the gall to reach beneath the swell of Kore's belly to strum her clit, "will have advantage. Of course, now the lineage of her spawn hangs in the balance, but...” He sucked his teeth. “That was inevitable."
Nyxarion’s rage was an incandescent thing.
Tail flicking through the current, wrath burning too hot in his chest, Nyxarion drifted closer. Circling. "The Crucible of Bone is going to beexquisite," he spat, scales absorbing any hint of light that remained, but his laugh was molten fury. "I'm going to peel your pretty fins from your spine, pluck each and every scale from your worthless hide, and decorate the halls of Vorynthar with what I carve from your flesh."
Grin growing sharp and wicked, Thalos rolled one pretty pink nipple between his fingers. Just to watch her shudder. "Yes,' he said, and let his hips roll. "The Crucible will be a pleasure. Nothing likethis," he said, sending another pulse into her womb. "But perhaps now that I've been handicapped, you might just stand a chance of winning."
Levelling the Trident at Thalos' nape, Nyxarion's lips curled around something deadly. Too feral to be called a smile, it was debased. Unhinged. Thirsty for blood and carnage. "Cracking your skull open across the reef will be my life's greatest joy," he said, quiet, as if conversational.
Shuddering, Thalos' balls flexed. A gasp dragged between his teeth when another climax raced through his shaft.
"I'm going to end the Asterion line," Nyxarion continued, snaking closer. The trident a frothing, furious beacon in the dark. "It doesn't matter who sires her spawn.She is mine."
"Bold words," Thalos hummed, and let his tongue drag over his bite mark. Where her sweet blood was curling into the current. "Spoken while you watch me breedoursweet Siren. And she's been good," he murmured against her shoulder. Free hand coming up to capture her throat. Guiding her blank, glassy eyes back to his. "So good for me."
Flashing his teeth, Nyxarion grinned. And it was a wicked, vicious thing. "Enjoy it, Asterion," he crooned, "for it shall be the last knot you'll ever set."
Without responding, before the entire audience of gathered Pelagorn, Thalos cupped Kore's face. Thumbs stroking the blade of her cheekbones as her body jerked. Convulsing. Her belly rounded with the volume of seed forced inside. "Such a perfect little abomination," he murmured, staring down at her, unblinking. Hips sluicing through the current in tiny pulses. Grinding through the very last weak jets of his release, Thalos worked his knot through the mess. "Taking every last drop, my sweet, greedy mutant."
And then, with a sigh, a final shiver of release, Thalos' knot released. Cock sliding free, still hard, his pearls pulsed, even as it retracted. Forced back into his vent.
She didn't spill a drop.
Belly shining where the skin was pulled taut, Kore's muscles twitched. And she sank. Slowly. Floating in the sluggish current, dazed, trying to metabolize the preposterous amount of venom coursing through her delicate system.
Fins flared.
Catatonic.
With a final caress of her belly, Thalos slipped around her. Snaking through the current with a predatory grace. Elegance in motion. And then, hands hefting her new girth, he lifted her. Licked the wound he'd left on her nape and met Nyxarion's glare over her shoulder. "Something to remember me by," he murmured, silver scales flashing with a cascade of color. A taunt. "Call it motivation for the Crucible."
