Her moan was guttural.
And, cupping her delicate little tits, she lifted them as if in offering. Tweaked nipples flushed and puffy.
Her scales caught the dazzling lights glowing from Vorynthar as her hips continued that relentless slide. Every rock forward rubbed his pearls over the swollen bead of her clit. Made her gasp and clench. Grinding and swirling when she met her limit.
Using him.
Groaning, Nyxarion's palm glided over her belly. Where she was still plump with Thalos' seed. "Greedy little Siren," he snarled, and his thumb found her clit. Circling the base. "Take what you need. Fuck yourself full, and show me exactly how deep you can swallow your king's cock."
Spine bowing back, she arched. Head thrown, hair a wild wind around her shoulders as her hips rolled. Harder. Faster. The grip of her cunt squeezed him, tight enough to threaten the very last of his control.
"I'm going to breed this perfect cunt," he snarled, spilling venom with a vow. "Going to make you taste it. Knot you so full, you'll forget what empty feels like. Until your belly swells. Until you forget the Shallow King ever touched what ismine."
She keened, her lips spread across a feral grin. And she took him to the root.
As if in mocking defiance, her chromatophores began to flicker.
Ripples of brilliant gold flashed across her ribs. Swirls of silver that bled beneath her breasts, swamped her throat with a brilliant flash of violet. Thalos' signature written beneath her skin.
It was… breathtaking.
With a snarl, Nyx's fingers dug into her hips. Claiming some of that borrowed control, he guided her when her rhythm faltered and grew choppy. Moving her exactly where she needed it, he made sure to grind her clit against his pelvic bone. To force her higher.
"Almost there," he hummed, fins flaring, his fluke spread wide against the coral as she brightened further still. "Show me," he whispered, eyes alight. Afraid to blink. To miss a single instant. "Show me what he gave you. Again. Let me see his colors while you drain my balls dry."
The thought alone was nearly enough to end it.
To finish him.
Knowing Thalos had dared? That he'd bred her. Pumped his wretched, Asterion seed so deep into her womb it might have already taken root? That even if he died, some part of him might yet live on in her?
It ignited a competitive rage in his blood.
Fucking up into her, meeting her descent with desperate need, he grunted. "Need to flush him out. Need to drown out whatever he left behind," he snarled, panting through gills that begged for quiet. "Clench it. Use that greedy little cunt to wring me out."
Sobbing now, Kore's scales rippled in a dazzling array of color that was immediately reflected in the reef. A cascade of kings, written across her flesh.
"Going to breed you," he said again, through his teeth. Letting the words spill over his lips, unchecked. "Every tide, just like this. And when your estrus hits, I'll keep you full so you don'thave to beg. Knot you deep, just like this. Your belly will be heavy with my seed. Always."
Her cunt seized around him.
A tender warning of her climax.
"But… it might already be too late," he hissed, teeth gleaming in the brilliant glow of his reef. And again, his palm swept over her belly, where he could see the faint glow of his pearls, where they moved inside her. "Asterion spawn might already be rooted here," he snarled, and the thought made himferalwith the urge to force the other male out. "Might already be too late."
At this, violet light crackled along her edges.
And Kore screamed.
Spasming around him, she broke with a sound that filled the Black Sea with a haunting melody. Her climax rippled around him in brutal, demanding waves of liquid heat that set her skin ablaze in a chaotic cascade of flashing color.
Gold.
White.
Brilliant violet and deep, hypnotic blue.
That was all it took.
