Chapter 8
Cruel hands pinned her to unyielding stone, forcing an inelegant grunt to burp from Kore’s lips. Dazed, she squirmed. Slick and trembling. Arms laid out to either side, she was stretched. Exposed. Vulnerable to the deadly whisper of claws as they raked over her skin.
Gooseflesh erupted across her every exposed inch, and she gasped when he dragged the swollen folds of her pussy apart. Peeling her open. Wide enough that even the cold air was a violation.
It was deliberate.
A slow, methodical torment.
An… inspection.
Of everything that would soon belong to him.
She knew it.
Remembered just the way she’d been investigated in the slave market. Like chattel. Like she wasn’t a holy woman sworn to the very deity whose merciless heat had left her shoulders flaking and her lips chapped as the unwashed masses looked on.
But now?
With an inhuman weight pressing her to damp, slick stone?
Her shame burned hotter than anything else she’d ever known—hotter still when she felt the first glide of something blunt.
His… cock.
It was monstrous.
Slick with its own lubrication, she felt it slither between her folds. Snaking through all that was soaking and gooey with obscene ease.
Kore could only whimper, the tiny sound swallowed up by the rasp of scales on stone, heavy breaths, and the schlick-flap of gills clapping above her in the gloom.
Shifting, he collected both of her wrists in a sweep of one massive hand, then dragged her arms in front of her face. Stretching her out as if the flex of her protests meant nothing.
Knuckles rolled down her spine, then. Tumbling over vertebrae, her ribs, until his palm found an anchor on her lower back. Braced on one hand, keeping her wrists pinned, his muscles quivering with scarcely contained restraint, he balanced on one hand and tilted her hips up. Open.
Leaving no inch of her untouched.
That living weight curled back.
Seeking…
… entrance.
Breath catching, Kore thrashed. “No—”
It burrowed.
Claws dimpled her hip.
It burrowed.
The stretch was unbearable. A cruel test of her limits. A trial meant to be endured by birthing mothers, not… not drowned holy women forgotten in the dark.
Still.
A wet, sucking breath flapped above her, and his cock flexed against her entrance. Too wide. Pulsing with unholy insistence.
Burrowing.
Kore’s entire world grew narrow and refined. Reduced to a single point, she went still. Utterly fixated on that relentless pressure as the monster’s weight at her back increased.
He was refused entry. Her gates resisted what wasn’t meant to be. No matter the ache, nor the slick fluid pouring from her depths, she kept what he meant to take.
Scales rasped against stone as he shifted with a grunt. A rattling breath. He repositioned. Touch brimming with violence, he slowed. Withdrew.
Then, setting the full weight of his colossal body against the basin of upturned, female hips, he forced submission.
Pain.
It lanced through her.
A bright, searing thing that made her sob against stone. Just for an instant. A flame so bright, she couldn’t help but lean toward the heat before she was swallowed by shadow.
Shamed.
He burrowed.
Worming inside, he churned against her with relentless pulses. Stretching what had been given to Apollo, she was ruined. Defiled and reshaped to fit the king of monsters.
He made a sound. Something other than the wet rattle of death, it was a thing almost beyond hearing. A rumble that shivered through her marrow and echoed between her thighs.
She couldn’t help it, the way she clenched. Bearing down.
Fingers twisting where they were pinned beneath his fist, she tried to call upon her Lord. Even as she gushed for a beast, she tried. To resist. To reject. Railing against every brutal inch that was stolen. Remade.
A futile thing.
Heat pooled in her belly. Grew damp and flush as sweat speckled her brow. Pooling in the dip at her lower back, where scales met flesh.
And her pussy. It spasmed.
Milking that repulsive thing as it burrowed, burrowed, burrowed.
Robbing her of sense.
It was her turn to gasp, and she did it through a flood of salty tears. Shaking. Trembling.
And then… he stopped.
Cock throbbing where it had wrenched her open, he pinned her flat to the stone. Holding her still, as if to let her grow accustomed to the stretch, he raked deadly claws down her ribs. Bumping over bone as she lay gasping beneath him.
He was… petting her. Almost… soothing.
But that was impossible. He was inside her. Brutally. Fully. Seated so deep, her lungs strained for space to fill.
Still, the pacifying flick of a somewhat gentle touch continued to trace flushed skin.
Time ceased. The trickle of seconds replaced with shivering breaths.
She was left to do nothing but feel.
Every inch.
Each pounding beat of his enormous heart.
Penetrated.
Remade.
There was nothing. She was nothing.
There was only the suffocating weight, the maddening throb, and a stretch that grew less alien, less unbearable with every passing instant.
And yet he remained. Balanced on one hand, a living tentacle buried inside her. Motionless, as if waiting.
Slick dripped from where she gaped, a drop of pure shame wetting the stone. She felt it slip from her mound. Oozing from petals stretched white and bloodless.
Kore gasped. Fluttering as her walls hugged a beast.
Another low rumble shook her marrow, then.
Approval.
She could feel it hanging heavy in the damp air.
And without warning, he moved. Relenting. Scales scraping delicate flesh, he ground against her. Ravaging her thighs with the slightest movement, each cruel, deliberate circle of his hips forced a ragged groan from her throat.
She was pried open with merciless precision.
At her back, the weight of a Leviathan. And with his free hand, he wound a fist into her salt-matted hair and wrenched her head back. Making her arch as she was laid open. All but folded in half.
Something pathetic escaped her, then. A whimper bred with a grunt. Some disgraceful call of a broken thing being fucked in the dark.
Desperate to throw him off, to preserve some scrap of the dignity she’d been meant to wear, she snarled. Writhing beneath him.
It was a terrible mistake.
It only drove him deeper. Jerking hips an invite she hadn’t meant to issue, but couldn’t rescind.
Fist growing tight and cruel against her scalp, he growled low. Breath wet. Forcing her spine to bow as he gave yet more of his weight.
And his cock… it bulged inside her. Growing impossibly fat. Each lazy churn of turgid flesh was a punishment that made her sob. Broken.
Betrayed.
For her clit…
It had become… engorged. Fat and swollen, it, more than any other terrible thing in that dank little cave, had become the center of her world. Desperate. Throbbing with unnatural need. It forced out all rational thought and screamed for more.
She pushed back. Seeking friction.
A brainless beast in unnatural heat, Kore tried to answer that primal call being written into her flesh. Sobbing, her knees spread of their own accord, and she made room for it—her destruction. An invitation scrawled in gooey slime and flushed cheeks.
Betrayal lit her every nerve.
What little remained of her mind rejected the horror being inflicted upon the body.
Still.
Her hips shunted back in shameless need.
Gills rattled above her with another grotesque schlick-flap.
And then, without warning, he withdrew. Pausing at her entrance. Making her hiss.
At the loss.
The stretch.
A shattered whine spattered over her lips. It was a plea.
The sound above her—behind her—was smug, in its damp clatter. She knew without looking that full lips were stretched over a grin.
And then she knew nothing else.
Bullying his way back inside, he filled her in a slow, crushing grind that had her clawing at stone, even as she pushed back and set her knees to take it.
Humiliation. Shame. Pain.
Everything faded. There was only…
… this.
The sharp, dizzying edge of pleasure. Forbidden, sickening ecstasy blossomed between her legs, despite the twist of her fingers or the whispers turning to ash on her tongue.
“Gods, no,” she groaned and choked on a sob.
He’d found her end. Stuffed her so full of cock she could taste the brine on the back of her tongue.
Something tacky and wet dripped down her thighs. A slow ooze that only wound her tighter.
And still he didn't fuck her.
At least, not in the sweaty, desperate way the slaver had, when he’d tested the product he’d bought. Not in the reverent way Apollo’s priest had, when he’d tried to put a divine son between her legs.
This? It was… different.
As alien to the men she’d been with as his species was to hers.
Instead of pumping her full, he settled for filling her up. Grinding against her upturned bottom. Churning inside her.
Almost…
Almost as if he was training her.
And he was.
Stretching her open until her hole twitched around him, begging as that hideous thing inside her pulsed against her limit. Twisting and sucking.
Claws raked her spine in a caress both painful and gentle, before that grip found an anchor in her bedraggled locks.
Wrenching her head backward, he forced her chest flat and abandoned her wrists, only to turn her hips up. Adjusting the angle to suit his sinister design.
A wet grunt splashed above her, and she felt scales bunch against her ass. Rubbing her raw with a single push, he slithered back.
And crammed himself back inside.
Kore grunted as the air was forced from her lungs. “Hungghh.” Torturing everything that was swollen and slick. Enough that her mind went flat and blank.
It was the friction—the lack. It stole her breath, robbed her spirit of the fire she needed to fight.
Shredded her mind and left her with nothing but need.
A low rumble sounded behind her.
Smug. Goading.
Each cruel, serpentine stroke made her spasm. Every withdrawal a torment she chased, as if she wasn’t being dragged inside out. As if his cock alone wasn’t enough to lift her body off the stone.
It started with a spasm.
Uncontrollable. Something vile that rose in the chasm between empty and brutally stuffed.
And then, muffled against unyielding rock and putrid moss, she whispered, “Please,” in a voice she didn’t recognize. “Please, I… I can’t—I need—”
Thrumming low in his chest, he rewarded her with another heavy grind that plundered Apollo’s sacred bounty. Claws dimpling her hip, his grip was enormous. Crushing. Possessive.
She bucked against that fist, using it. Hips working, she squirmed as slick gushed and squished from between her lips.
Breath hot against her nape, the grip in her hair grew tight. Cruel. Pinning her to the stone, he pumped her with careful, deliberate strokes. Holding her trembling body exactly where he wanted it.
“Gods,” she rasped between thrusts, eyes unseeing. Lips gaping. “Please! Stop… I don’t understand…”
There was pressure building where she was sodden. Something forbidden and… incredible.
Pleasure.
It pulsed hot and violent in her blood. In the hole he’d ruined and remade to suit himself.
Her world shattered as that impossible pleasure ripped through her. Spasming, she lurched where she was hooked. Flailing as much as she might, her shame gushed from her depths in torrents. Slick soaking his cock as she convulsed.
Openly weeping, pinned and broken beneath him, she gave everything that had been meant for Apollo.
Another rumble shook her marrow, then. A low, predatory sound of savage satisfaction—it could be mistaken for nothing else.
Crooning against her nape, she shuddered when he pressed a grin to her cheek.
And pumped back inside.
She knew, then.
He hadn’t even begun.