Chapter 9
Broken open on a cock not meant for mortals, Kore was impaled. Face down against damp rock in the back of a grim, dank little cave. Breathless. Her hips caught in a punishing grip. Tilted to suit the whims of a monster.
Stretched beyond what she’d ever thought possible around a spear of flesh that had ruined her.
Utterly.
Pinned with careful, vicious claws that prickled with every twitch from her abused, gaping pussy.
The beast had gone still, seeming to enjoy each flutter of climax still rippling through her overwrought body.
Kneading the meat of her hip as if in reward for milking his shaft, the point of deadly claws a subtle demand for compliance.
A threat, as if she might succeed in wriggling free.
As if the weight of a leviathan wasn’t slung across her back.
As if she wasn’t impaled so deep she could taste the brine.
And his cock.
It… squirmed within her, triggering another gush of fluid. Another flutter of muscles rippling along that foreign girth that had no business fitting inside her fragile human walls.
Pumping her of its own accord, it moved. Separate from its master. Stroking her deep in something that would be easy to mistake for a caress, but wasn’t.
It was… an exploration.
She could feel it prodding her depths.
Seeking entrance, but to where, she couldn’t begin to imagine.
Because she was already crammed so full. Because she was nothing. A blank void remade to suit the whims of a behemoth.
Gills clattered above her.
Schlick-clap.
It was a ragged sound. Labored.
His anatomy not suited for the land. Each breath an obvious struggle for a creature meant to rule the deep.
But still, he remained motionless. Lodged inside her as she rippled and twitched.
Achingly hard.
Still, except for the beat of a thunderous heart and the burrowing exploration of a sentient tube of flesh.
The squirming inside grew more insistent. Pressing against the backside of her navel, it bulged and squished. Prehensile, it pulsed. Growing fat and alien.
And then it coiled against the mouth of her womb.
Horror eclipsed the fog of ecstasy. A cold slap of primal realization that struck Kore with the force of a crashing wave.
Her belly—already tight with rippling climax she hadn't known to expect—was swollen. Bulging where she was stuffed too full of cock. Tight with fluttering muscle clenching in ecstasy as she was filled.
A threat.
An ominous whisper of just how vulnerable a female body truly was.
Reacting without thought, she tried to buck the truth. Tried to flee, even as her body reeled and twitched. Weeping from both ends, her thigh throbbed with a lurch where she’d been stabbed.
The venom.
It coursed through her blood. Wreaking untold havoc on her fragile system. Enough that she’d been subdued with little effort. Ripened against her will. Sullied and tarnished to be…
To be bred by a beast.
He was hard inside her. Impossibly so. Unleashed but unspent.
Thrumming low in his chest, he hummed. A sound beyond hearing laced with pleasure. Amusement.
He moved. At last. As if he’d been waiting for her to recover from the shame of peaking at his command, so he could relish the fight when it flooded her limbs once more.
Scales rasped against the stone. Catching what little light there was, iridescent scales sparkled across the ceiling.
Withdrawing, she was turned out as his hips moved. Claws prickled against the flesh of her upturned bottom, he plunged back inside with a merciless stroke. Using his weight against her, he plundered what had been meant for Apollo. Desecrating that sacred gift.
Breath growing rough and strained outside of his element, he began to work. Pumping her with steady, deliberate strokes that rocked her forward on the cold stone. Every cruel retreat dragged sensitive, clinging flesh with it.
It was a betrayal.
A schism of body and mind, a rift torn wider with every thrust. Her every nerve ignited with a firestorm of feeling that twisted through her limbs. Tracing the bowl between her hips as she was hollowed out and overfilled.
Kore's jaw flexed as she ground her teeth.
Eyes squeezed shut as she raged against the shame.
The horror. Her mind flooded with the sound of flesh meeting scales, in a damp place that echoed.
Heart racing, she was caught between fear and something…
worse. An unwelcome, electric thrill borne from every stroke.
With every shift of something vital inside her that was shoved aside as the beast made space for himself.
Humid breath dampened her ear, then. Making her cringe as he took a ragged breath at her nape and snarled as he fucked her. It was a primal sound. Low and raw. That of a creature not meant for the land.
Kore shuddered beneath him. Bones turning liquid, she submitted with a squeal.
It was an unconscious thing. Accidental. An unspoken command she obeyed without thought, for it resonated deep within her bones.
Her reward was pleasure.
Blinding. Coiled and deadly.
"Gods, pl-please," Kore gasped, sweating freely as she was worked over that cock.
The glide easy. Inviting. Her thighs tacky with spilled cream that splattered against her belly with every impact of scales on skin.
And her voice. It cracked when she whispered, "Please," and wasn't sure who might hear her.
She was a vessel.
Empty.
Meant to be filled.
Used.
A plaything for the gods, who ignored her pleas for help, but took everything she might give.
Jaws hanging slack, eyes glassy as she stared into the sightless gloom, Kore mewled when the beast denied her.
Resenting even an inch of separation from that divine cock, she tried to chase.
Knees bruised when she pushed back, grunting when he dove back in and sealed their bodies together with a grotesque slap and forced the air from her lungs.
Kore took it.
Because she was empty.
Listening to sordid sounds echo inside the cavern, she was sullied. Desecrated. And when the fat, slick head nuzzled against her womb with pulsing interest, she felt a sucking kiss latch against her very last barrier.
And she did nothing.
Because she couldn’t.
Because she was a vessel.
A thing to be filled. To endure when her gates were battered, over and over and over again. Each thrust a promise.
She could feel it in the brutal stretch. The rippling veins and slick brine leaking from her gaping cunt, where she’d been ruined and stuffed with the obscene.
And she could hear it in the way his breathing had grown ragged and rough. Each inhale a labour as his gills strained against cutting, waterless air.
With a snarl, he came.
It wasn’t like the slaver, with his snappy, jilting pumps of watery seed.
It was nothing like the priest with his cooing pleasantries and doughy, clinging praises.
This was savage.
Snarling above her, the beast opened the floodgates and poured the ocean inside her.
The first spurt splashed inside with enough force to leave her breathless—she felt the molten lash as it sprayed against her end.
Her lips parted around a wordless scream as he swelled, twitching and lurching. A flood pouring out of him in hot, gushing waves that shuddered with every brutal impact of greedy hips as he fought to cram as much of that impossible girth inside her sacred walls.
But he didn’t stop.
Not when slime began to pour from stretched lips. Not when molten cream bubbled and dripped with an audible splat against grimy stone.
No, he worked all the harder. Rumbling deep in his chest, huffing against her nape, he shuddered as he spilled. Every serpentine inch of him. Grinding in tight circles, using her to milk himself dry, he clutched her hips and held her in position.
And his cock?
It clung inside. Seeking entrance, it prodded and burrowed.
Alive.
Desperate to plant itself where it might never be removed.
Panting through sagging lips, Kore tried to process her new reality. Tried to marry the burn of her every muscle as she quivered with fatigue, with the pulsing, desperate need for more.
Her mind boggy and soaked with confusion as pleasure ignited in her very blood and set fire to her nerves.
Crooning now, the beast burrowed deeper. Letting his cock flail against her womb, until a sharp lance found its mark.
"Unnghhh," Kore squealed, hands desperately clawing at the stone. Some delayed instinct to self-preservation that was aborted with another cruel pump.
And then it began.
She felt it rise through his shaft.
Hot.
Liquid.
It gushed inside her.
Deep inside.
At first, it was just that. Fluid sprayed in great, heaving torrents.
But it didn't stop.
She felt it in the ache where her womb was stretched. Cramping and overfull, she groaned as she was inflated. Her insides rippling with a wanton pulse of betrayal that beckoned him to drive deeper. To keep filling her with every last drop.
There was a pause.
A moment of silence hovered between breaths.
And then, a low, satisfied groan rumbled from an inhuman chest before something ballooned at his base. Where he was wedged between ruined petals. Something that tried to plug what had been pumped inside, and made slick, sensitive walls gape.
Eyes rolling white, Kore felt it. Above the searing pressure making her heavy. Bloated and swollen.
"No!" she screamed, sobbing as she was filled. Fighting against the urge to succumb beneath the piping hot torrent of seed, raging against the command to submit or be drowned in that unnatural ocean. Cunt spasming as it was stretched further still, she wasn’t sure if she’d been struck by another mythic peak or if she was convulsing in some kind of demonic fit as he worked to fill her with every last drop of seed.
He ignored her pleas.
Because he was a beast.
Rumbling low in his chest, he sent agonizing spurts into the depths of her very womb, until her belly sloshed with it.
She was helpless but to take it. Swept away.
And when he growled, when the sound of carnal satisfaction rumbled through her very bones, it was a possessive thing that left no room for hope as her opening was stretched.
Scales shimmered in the dim light, a fractal shimmer radiating across the ceiling.
A coil of muscle shifted in his tail, and he shuddered as he bore down. Length twitching as he swelled. Cum gushing with less vigour now, but enough that her womb ached.
"Apollo…" she murmured as the fight bled from her muscles, and the only light she could see was reflected from gleaming scales. "Please… don’t…”
A haunting sound crashed against her nape. A sound meant for the deep, one that left her liquid as he wrenched away. Tearing himself free with a howl of pain.
He left her.
Serpentine coils limping back, out of the cave. Back to the shore, where the crash of waves welcomed him.
Gaping, empty, Kore was abandoned. Twice, for without the monster, she was plunged back into the dark.
Left with only the chill of his absence, the shame of need still fluttering where she'd been ruined, and…
… and a belly full to bursting.