Heavy with the perfume of a body preparing to be bred.
"That's it," he murmured, withdrawing the barb. Soothing the puncture with his thumb. He hesitated, throat flexing on a ragged swallow. Tail flexing where it was coiled around the base of his throne. And then, "I don't know if Asterion is lying. If his scholars speak truth, or serve his wretched designs on our child."
Gills flaring, he squeezed her tight to him as the venom spread, for each word cost him. Greatly.
"But," he added, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling the flavor of Vorynthar's heart, "I will not gamble with what grows inside you."
A shudder rippled through her muscle.
Heat.
It was building. Swamping her blood with the warmth that served but a single purpose. One she could not resist.
Breeding.
Helplessly drawn to her, his cock pressed against his seam. Swelling inside his vent. Ravenous, ready to fill her. Service his bride and ease the ache he'd put inside her.
But some part of him… some heinous, monstrous piece remembered the frenzy of it. What it had been like to take her back from Thalos. To rut her, after the Shallow King had taken what did not belong to him. The way he'd succumbed to the need, driven to flood every space Thalos had touched. Remembered exactly how he'd wrung himself empty, and then found more, driven past exhaustion by the need to wash Thalos out.
"Fuck," he hissed, eyes squeezed shut, Kore clenched tight to his chest. He remembered how hard he'd come.
It haunted him.
"Nyx," she whined, hips shifting against his scales. "Please, I need?—"
"I know," he said, resisting the urge to fuck her placid. Knew exactly what she needed, and did not give it to her. "Breathe, Kore," he murmured, and did not recognize the gravel in his own voice. "Just breathe."
She whimpered.
Low. Desperate. A sound brought forth byhisvenom, inhisbride seekinghim. Her slick blooming between her legs.
"Please," she whispered, forehead bumping his collarbone. Breath growing ragged, caught in the flutter of her gills. "I… I… It hurts," she rasped, hips shifting to ease the ache. "Nyx, I need…"
The antechamber pulsed, reflecting the desperate glow of the Siren begging for his cock. Polyps stretching tiny fingers toward her, feeding on the chemical storm of a Siren in heat.
Turning, legs spreading to straddle him, she pressed against his vent.
That delicious little pussy was growing plump. Needy. Every roll of her hips left a fresh smear of slick across his scales. And the scent alone was enough to make his vision blur at the edges.
But he held.
Resisted.
Let it build in her blood.
And in so doing, he robbed her of agency.
It was the only mercy he knew how to give. To ensure she would carry no guilt. That she couldn't torment herself for what needed to be done for their child to thrive.
"Nghh…Nyx…Please…" Legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locking at the small of his back where tail met torso, she gyrated. Pressing her pretty little pussy against his seam.
Hissing, Nyx let her move. Fighting the heat, cock jerking hard enough to part the scales, just a little. His tip nosing against her, flushed and dark.
Kore sobbed.
Pleading with her body.
Pinning her in place, tight to his chest, Nyxarion cradled her even as he denied her. One arm banded at her lower back, the other looped around her shoulders.
