Chapter 10
Nyxarion saw the shift.
The instant the Shallow King felt the babe move.
Blood running hot, temper boiling over, Thalos' hand on her belly sent a surge of pure unfiltered wrath straight to Nyx's cock.
Half sentient, it burst from his slit. Thick, ridged with pearls glowing with the evidence of his competitive carnal heat, it snaked up. Seeking Kore's heat. Slippery with grease, only to find her already filled.
A snarl rippled through Nyx's teeth. Frustrated, denied the clenching, glorious sheath he craved, Nyx let his grip tighten, just a little. Enough that he could watch Thalos' eyes grow wide and glassy with a fascinating mix of pain and lust.
Shifting, Nyx wrenched Thalos' hand away from Kore's belly. From the swell where his child was growing, and let his cock snake between Kore's belly and his own. Seeking friction.
Heat.
The blunt end found her clit.
Jolting, Kore's jaws dropped open around a soundless scream. Head lolling back against Thalos' shoulder.
"That's it," Thalos rasped, teeth bared, cheeks flushed with effort and pain. "Such a sweet little monster. Taking it all. Letting me breed her."
Tail lashing through the current, Nyx drove them up several meters. Slipping his free hand behind Kore's nape, he claimed her weight for himself and kissed her. Violently. Tongue plunging between slack lips.
It was rough.
A claiming.
"Gods," he groaned against her, for the scent of betrayal tasted sweet. He was letting this happen. Permitting the Shallow King to rut away inside his bride, no matter that one hand stayed locked around the other's throat.
For no matter that his claws were touching the vital structures…
He was allowing this.
Hatred bubbled in his veins.
Seething contempt and wretched self-loathing for allowing Thalos to touch what was his.
That he wasn't enough… and… that he couldn't wait to wash Thalos out.
Free hand drifting down, past the swell of her belly, Nyx stroked her skin. Possessive, even as Thalos fucked her. Tracing the curve of her hip, the delicate, sunset scales that blended with creamy human flesh. His fingers curled into the groove between bone and muscle, gripping her hip.
And then he moved her.
Guiding her hips forward and back, he made her rock over the Shallow King’s cock. Made her pretty little pussy sing, for every time he dragged her off Thalos’ prick, her clit kissed his flushed glans.
Tearing his eyes from Thalos', Nyxarion drove his bride back. Pulled her forward. Setting a slow, grinding pace meant to torture her pretty pussy.
It was obscene.
Unspeakably lewd.
Forehead bumping his, eyes unseeing, Kore sobbed. Pushed toward climax. Caught between two sovereigns who could not share and would not set her free.
Her body was the battlefield between the Deep and the Shallows.
"Sun fucked, perfect little wretch," Thalos snarled, the crude words vibrating inside Nyxarion's clenched fist. Fighting the pleasure as Kore's body was made to glide over his shaft.
Something dark burned in Nyx's chest, then.
Something ravenous.
His cock kicked, pulsing. A bead of sperm burped from his slit as his hips worked against her.
Electric pleasure. The sensation enough to make him hunch into her, sending a rope of seed lashing against her belly.
A hot, possessive flood. Painting her navel with a ribbon of brine, he marked her.
Coated her skin where their child grew. Rubbing it in.
More.
Already, there was more churning in his sack. His balls aching with the drive to flood her with every drop. To prove he was the better mate.
Instinct surged, hot and deadly. Primal. The drive to tear Thalos away and replace him. To bury himself so deep inside her that she'd forget everything except him. What it was to belong to Nyxarion Korrides.
But he resisted.
Claws dimpling Thalos' throat.
Waiting for that perfect moment.
For Thalos' rhythm to change. Become ragged and short. Choppy.
He didn't have to wait long.
There was a stutter in the current. A hitch in the flawless motion of those accursed, moonlit scales. Hips snapping with an animalistic desperation, Thalos' restraint grew frayed and sloppy.
Nyx grinned. Baring teeth.
Breath haggard, Thalos dragged the poisoned waters through his gills.
Crimson filaments flaring wide around each, broken, hitching breath.
Polar blue eyes lost their shine, glazed by need.
Pupils blown wide enough to swallow any whisper of color as the muscles in his throat danced against Nyxarion's fingers.
Tendons in his neck growing taut with strain as he fought to hold back. To prolong the pleasure.
Claws tightening, Nyx squeezed.
Just a little.
Five merciless prickles of pressure.
And then, "Do it," Nyxarion ordered, guttural. Low. An imperial command that dripped with something far more toxic than hatred. "Breed her, you wretched fuck."
Glassy eyes snapped to his. Rimmed in white. Predator-dark.
"Give it to her."
Something shattered between them. All three.
A fin brushed Nyxarion's tail.
Involuntary. A spasm that lasted a mere half a heartbeat, but rewrote something fundamental in the water.
Voltage.
Pure, electric sensation that shot through both males.
Thalos came.
Violently.
"Take it," he snarled, hunching as he shuddered into her. Buried to his limit. "Such… such a perfect little monster," he groaned, rocking into her. Pumping cum against a womb already filled and sealed shut, he snarled. Shuddering. Chromatophores flickering as he lost control.
And then Thalos lunged, wrenching free of Nyxarion's grip.
Hit teeth found flesh.
Fangs sank into Kore's shoulder.
Deep.
Pumping her full of cum and venom. Both at once.
Body shuddering. Taking shallow, stuttering breaths, Thalos convulsed. Hips working as he grunted against her throat.
But Nyxarion would not be made to wait another instant.
Burying his hand in Thalos' hair, he wrenched the Shallow King's head back. Free of Kore's shoulder, peeling Thalos off his bride with a raunchy schluuuck and ribbons of cum still gushing from Thalos' cock.
Throwing him bodily away.
Desperate for relief, blood hotter than it had ever been, Nyxarion seized both of Kore's hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowing only long enough to let his cock find where she was soiled before he was driving into her.
Sloppy.
Rough.
Each greedy slap of their hips dragged another cloud of sperm into dark waters. Scouring her clean of Thalos' cream. The current grew thick, cloudy with the blend of all that was lewd.
It made Nyx snarl. The scent of another male leaking from a place that belonged to him.
"Gone," he rasped, pulsing a vibrant blue as the desperation started to hum in his chest. "I want it all gone."
Bottoming out, he surged into her. Tip kissing her cervix, he let the mushroom flare drag through her sodden trench. Emptying her of any whisper that Thalos had touched her.
Kore's spine arched.
Lips parting, jaws hanging slack, her skin throbbed. Color. Building to a crescendo.
"Yes," Nyx snarled, watching her. His glorious, alien bride. "You greedy girl. Take what you need. Every drop."
His pace was fast.
Hard.
The rhythm of a male reclaiming what another had touched.
Groaning, pupils blown, his gaze fixed to her, Nyx fucked her with wild abandon. Ravenous for more. To set his claim. His every thrust heaving great, concussive waves of water aside.
She was close.
It was there in the way her belly grew taut. Flexing. In the blinding pulse of biolume racing across her scales in frantic waves of gold and indigo. The grip on his cock, pussy clenching so tight, it was almost enough to force him still.
"Almost," he hissed, hands peeling the globes of her ass apart as he used her body. Hunting his own pleasure, too. Fighting the urge to fall before her.
A hand appeared.
Pale fingers.
Opalescent scales.
Thalos.
The Shallow King had resumed his place at her back.
Reaching around her, chest pressing against her back, he found where she was swollen and slick. Circling her clit, even as Nyxarion's pearls bumped over it. Two fingers bracketed that swollen bead and worked it.
Fast.
Relentless.
Matching Nyx's pistoning hips, Thalos’ digits were a blur of motion against slippery, engorged flesh.
"Such a good girl," Thalos crooned, lips ghosting against Kore's ear. Tongue tracing her shoulder, where his bite wept into the water. "Taking us both. Letting us fill you up."
"Don't—" Hissing, teeth gleaming, pressure built at the base of Nyx's spine.
Coiling tight and hot. Growing feral with the need to conquer and possess.
"She is mine, you wretched cur," he growled, but couldn't stop.
Not with Kore gripping him like that. With the obscene friction Thalos worked into her clit while Nyx split her open.
Groaning, his fins spread. Rattling as his hips worked. "All mine… my perfect girl."
She seized around him.
Violet light crackling at her edges, the Queen's Lightning pulsed beneath her scales. Just for an instant.
And then she shattered.
A long, low wail spilled from her lips.
Siren song.
Haunting.
Shattered.
The anthem of the Black Sea.
Liquid, clenching heat gripped him. Clamping down around him, she dragged him deeper. Milking him with the sort of ferocity that edged toward pain.
Her climax ignited her biolume with a stunning rainbow. Skin ablaze.
Strobing color, deep cool shades, and vibrant warmth competing beneath her skin.
Roaring, Nyxarion erupted. Hips crashing into her one last time, he seated his cock and unleashed the wrath that had been building. Swollen glans gripping her cervix, he sent pulse after pulse of scalding cum into her. Emptying himself into the slit Thalos had claimed only minutes before.
Heated brine that splashed against a gate he could not enter. A cunt that refused his seed but took his knot. Stretching around him, she gripped his girth and milked. Pulsed.
"Mine," he snarled, jaws dropping open. Fangs bared as a sound was wrenched from his chest. "Taking it all for me. So perfect. Almost done," he crooned, petting her. Touching and tender, even as he used her to sate his own lewd needs.
And all the while… Thalos' fingers continued to work.
Slower now.
Coaxing aftershocks from her elegant, trembling little body.
She sobbed. Limp. Going boneless, despite the way her body clenched around him. Drinking in every drop of sperm he could give.
"Almost," Thalos murmured, free hand moving up. Cupping her breast, he rolled her nipple. Kneading it between forefinger and thumb. "Just a little more."
And for a moment, in the aftermath, everything was quiet. Just the rhythm of bodies breathing.
A melody that had no right to exist between enemies, yet persisted all the same.
Heartbeats and breaths the only thing that disturbed the quiet lull.
And for three breaths, there was nothing else. Just the heat of his Siren draped across his scales, and the strange, terrible ache of what he'd done.
Thalos was the first to move.
Withdrawing his fingers from between her legs, he gave one final, raunchy pull at Kore's nipple. Kissing her shoulder, where his mark had been sewn into flesh. "Spectacular little beast," he crooned, milking her. Fingers working in gentle pulses. "You made a mess, Kore."
Claws flashing, Nyxarion's hand shot out.
Aimed at the gills fluttering in Thalos' throat.
Too slow.
A flick of opalescent fins sent Thalos back. Beyond Nyxarion's reach.
Twisting, the Shallow King slipped through the current with infuriating grace. Cock still bloated, dragging through dark waters. Lips curling around a smirk, he said, "You know where to find me," in a voice made rough by pleasure. Not unaffected. "When she grows desperate for more."
And then he was dissolving into the current.
Chromatic camouflage cascading in a wave from tip to tail, he was there and gone between breaths.
"Insufferable prick," Nyx spat, fins spread to hold in the tepid current of the mid-ground. Jaw locked.
Kore made a sound against him. Scarcely audible—a thin, exhausted whine. Pussy twitching as she shuddered around him.
Fingers tangling in her hair, he tugged her head back with the sort of gentleness he hadn't thought himself capable of.
Tracing the blades of her cheeks, he cupped her face in his palms.
"Rest now, sweet Kore," he murmured, sending another gushing pulse of seed into her depths.
"Going to feel better now," he added, and one palm slid down.
To where her belly was growing heavier by the day, thumb tracing the swell of taut, luminous skin.
"The babe will be strong because you took every last drop.
" Lips pressed against her forehead. "So perfect, my sweet bride. "
Crooning against his chest, Kore tucked her face into the hollow beneath his jaw. Lips tracing the flare of scarred gills.
Boneless and pliant, she shivered. A tiny gush of water pressed against his gill slits, teasing the filaments as she settled.
Sedated by the brine and venom of two kings.