Chapter 7 #2
With a growl of mockery, the beast tore through the flimsy robes growing tattered and wretched, baring fevered flesh to that slitted, mocking glare. Inspecting, he let one hand trail south, claws bumping over nipples and ribs, rimming her belly button before he dipped… lower.
The threat of claws touched her swollen heat and came away wet.
He showed her. Spreading two fingers in a lewd 'V' so she could see the strings of sticky drool spreading between his digits. They glinted in the gloom. Tacky. Mocking her.
His grin grew feral.
Gills clattering.
Cruel madness flashed in his eyes.
And then he tasted her.
Obscene. Lingering.
Sucking those fingers, he let his tongue sweep between them and watched her writhe without so much as a tepid blink. Drinking her in as he swallowed her down.
Strangling where she was held aloft, back pinned to the cave wall, Kore flailed. Struggling to draw breath, even as a damn broke and a flood of obscene wetness gushed between her legs, she watched as he tasted her. Disgusted.
Enthralled.
She couldn't help the sound she made as she stared. A desperate, animal whine.
The beast was far from finished, yet unhurried.
There was nothing but time to enjoy his hooked minnow.
Something wicked flicked across his face, then. Something… devious and hungry.
Lifting her higher still, his fingers flexed where they were wrapped about her throat. With the other, he tore at what little remained of her robes, stripping her bare to a gaze ill-suited for the semi-dark of the cave.
A gaze meant for the Deep.
His gills clapped, as a wet, sucking breath rattled between them.
And then, catching her left knee and wrenching her thighs apart, his head dipped…
… so he could drink from the source.
Hot and slick, a possessive swipe of his tongue lapped at folds sopping with shame. Drenched in terrorized humiliation. Saturated in a treacherous betrayal of everything she'd sworn to be.
Pleasure ignited her blood, and she sobbed through the vice circling her throat.
He denied her even that. Flexing cruel digits, he crushed that sound against his palm and left her dangling from his grip.
Helpless.
Desecrated as the feast began.
His tongue darted out. Slipping between plumped folds. Dividing sacred petals, he sucked her back and swallowed her down. Making a mess of her. Lewd in the way he pulled at her lips and made her plump.
Blackness yawned at her peripherals, but Kore arched into that obscene touch. Hips tilting of their own accord, she stretched toward what promised to unbalance her entire world.
Biting at exposed skin, he feasted. The air frigid against heated flesh.
Fed by terror, Kore grew bold. And scrambling hands found purchase against forearms corded with dense muscle. Trying to pry him away from her airway. Trying to protect, even as he lapped and sucked.
She made a sound, then.
A pathetic, desperate croon that rattled in the palm of his hand when his tongue snaked deeper. Probing inside her. Penetrating that tight sheath, he made her clench on a gasp when teeth scraped at sensitive, overwrought flesh.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Couldn’t fight or move or beg.
There was nothing beyond the pressure of something building.
Something terrible and impossible.
And then she felt him smile.
Lips pressed against sodden folds. Twitching with mirth, cruel. She knew without seeing it… that it was a gesture meant to taunt.
Tears spilled over her lashes, then. Hot and wretched. Scalding burning cheeks as she sobbed in the heart of his palm and looked toward the rocky ceiling above.
But Apollo could not see her.
Not here. Where she’d been trapped in the dark by a monster.
Going limp, even as her centre tightened with wanton treachery, Kore willed her end to be swift.
Ignoring the way her thighs were pried further apart, so he might dig yet further inside, she felt her belly grow taut.
Reacting to a beast, she gushed where shame pooled between her legs. Where she was soggy and swollen.
Aching.
The son of Poseidon built a fire in the middle of a nameless ocean.
Fanning the flames with a sweep of his tongue, he pushed her into the inferno, grinning now as her spine bowed and she pressed deeper into that wriggling, wet warmth, and then—
Peeling himself away, the beast thumbed the river of glistening cream as it ran down his chin.
Gills fluttering, he sucked his digits clean…
… and let her fall.
She landed in a heap of trembling, twisted limbs and clenching flesh.
Discarded.
Left to cower as he rose to his full height and balanced on a fat coil of sinuous tail.
And then he reached for the monstrous thing pulsing below his navel. Stroked it.
It was an action she'd seen the priest of Apollo do, tugging on his wrinkled little cock with white knuckles as sweat dropped from his temples and spattered across Kore's belly.
It was a thing the man at the slave market had done, too, as cruel greed gleamed in his yellowed, watery eyes and he spurted ropes of fetid cream in the dirt at her feet.
But this?
She had no words to describe this.
The beast's hand was large enough to crush her ribs, and still, his cock looked enormous in that clawed grip.
And then it… moved. Belching up a gush of shimmering brine, the thing flexed when it was petted, as if preening for attention. As if eager for a task.
Agast, Kore watched as it tried to buck its master's grip and reached instead… for her.
Undulating, an eerie mockery of something sentient, it strained against the cage of thick fingers. Surging in size and shrinking from one instant to the next. Pulsing a grotesque dance of the obscene.
She sagged in his grip, growing weak as the fight spluttered at her edges. Starved of breath, but still, she couldn't look away. Couldn’t tear her gaze from what he fisted in one hand.
Lips tingling, eyes bulging as her pulse pounded in her jelly, something taboo clawed its way free of her chest. "Please…"
Her knees hit the stone in a wet clatter.
Gasping, she gulped down a breath of air. Head lolling as her tiny, horrific world spun around her.
She blinked, dazed.
Shocked and helpless, she mustered a tiny, wordless protest as she was flipped to her hands and knees. Palms scraped raw when she slapped the rock in a pathetic attempt to flee.
But her thighs were wrenched wide. The air at her back heavy with menace, even as a chill kissed her sopping flesh.
A rough palm landed between her shoulder blades, grinding her flat to the stone. Her cheek mashed against the cold surface as she was pried apart. Left open to inspection or… worse.
The beast captured her hips. Tilting her up and open, he took liberties. Probing delicate folds with vicious claws.
She was ruined. Desperate. Slick and twitching even under such crude handling, he wound her tighter with every careful sweep of those deadly digits. The threat of violence prickled between her legs, and she mewled. Betrayed by her own flesh.
And then she felt it.
Wet.
Alive.
Tentative, at first.
Inquisitive.
It slithered against her mound. Thick and blunt. Unnaturally hot. Greasier than her slit, but so utterly, horribly alive with intent.
Her body knew what her mind rejected.
Hips tilting as if bound to a breeding bench, a dam awaiting a stud, her knees pressed wider still.
That compliance was rewarded. Probing wetness traced her folds. Rimming that clenching slit with deliberate precision, before it moved… higher. Throbbing against a swollen bead of pleasure, it pumped between her lips. Teasing. Wretched.
Divine.
Kore bucked in terror. Muscles flinching in horrified protest as that weapon curled and flexed against her. Leaving the beast to savor every pathetic shudder he might draw from her frame.
Pinned beneath him, her mind pushed to the edge of breaking, she could only sob as he explored her with slow, invasive cruelty—touching every inch. Marking every secret place Kore had ever cherished.
And all the while, her body throbbed.
Open.
Dripping…
… Ready.