Chapter 14
Eye all but vacant, Kore walked.
Feet stumbling. Hands limp at her sides. Nudity peaking through tattered rags, her flesh jiggled as she trudged through wet sand.
“I… I am… the chalice,” she murmured, her tone flat, despite the rasp in her voice where she’d been fucked raw.
Her feet splashed into the surf.
“I am Kore Dionari, of the divine flame, and I am the chalice,” she said again, stronger now, as she went to her knees.
Skin throbbing where she’d been burned by the wrath of a sun god, cooled by the embrace of the sea.
Chasing relief, Kore lay on damp sand and sighed as her thighs fell apart.
The scorched skin of her back was soothed by the cool sand, scoured clean by the salt, no matter the burn.
Bathed in moonlight and seafoam, she exposed all that was swollen to the fathomless, ancient gaze of the deep. Fingers wandering as she stared up at the moon, she cupped taut breasts and twisted pebbled nipples, gasping when a wave slapped her mound with a shock of cold.
“I am the chalice,” she droned, shuddering at the way the water trickled over heated flesh. Washing away the remnants of his possession—she felt it seep from her body with a liquid gush. A viscous testament to all that had been done to her. All that would be done. “My body the altar.”
She was swollen. Aching with a need that surpassed mortal endurance.
But this was not surrender.
One hand tracing skin painted silver and blue, she framed her offer in prayer. Scant curves on full, lewd display. Legs splayed, knees parted as she found herself already slick and wanting. Her pussy heated, despite the chill of the ocean’s kiss.
Sinking two fingers inside, she set the trap with the sweetest lure. Poisoned the surf with sacred feminine water and strummed that needy pearl exactly as he had done. Thumbing her clit, seeking relief from that relentless throb his venom had inspired.
“I am the chalice.”
Above her, the stars shimmered in their celestial, endless dance. Indifferent to her plight, to the struggle raging within her.
“My body the altar.”
Her fingers squelched. Twisted. Tormenting beaded flesh.
“My blood the sacrifice no god wants.”
Heat bubbled through her skin, winding tighter as she worked.
“But you”—her breath hitched—“son of Poseidon… I feel you in my veins.” Digging her heels in, she flexed, tipping her sex to meet the next crashing wave.
And so she didn’t hear it when the water shifted.
She felt it.
A subtle change in the rhythm. The slap of cold seafoam lashed across her mound.
And the rumble of something ancient rising from the deep.
A song sung in her bones, it vibrated through every fiber of her being.
Shook the sand beneath her until a solid went liquid and sucked her into a furious, possessive embrace.
Trapping her in place.
Her breath hitched, heart fluttering, but she persisted. Peeling gooey petals apart, she whispered, “I feel you in my marrow, beast. Staining my womb.”
Abandoning her nipple, she reached to hold herself open with two hands. Showing him what he’d done to that sacred sheath.
“You are the tide,” she said, back arching in the glove of sand when the sea splashed inside her. Cleansing her as the sand threatened to swallow her whole. But open, she remained. Inviting him to inspect what he’d defiled.
Nerves strung taut, teetering on the edge of a delirious fall, Kore spread her legs wider still.
Her eyes fixed to the merciless glitter of indifferent stars above, her every spare ounce of attention ensnared by the ancient thing drifting closer.
His impossible bulk shielding her from the crash of waves breaking and foaming across sleek, iridescent scales glimmering in her peripherals.
“And—” The final verse caught on a moan, before she whispered, “And I was meant to break across your cock.”
His silent song fell quiet.
The sand held fast as the waves were directed away.
A shadow loomed above her, blotting out the stars. Replacing their luminous sheen with that which came from the deep.
Predatory eyes gleamed in the night as he looked upon the offering spread beneath him. Possessive. Feral. Snaking closer, his tail propelled him forward with an undulation that underscored just how big he truly was.
A leviathan of the deep.
Kore lay frozen beneath him. Aching for his touch—terrified to endure it.
Gills flapped above her. Exposing delicate filaments to the salty air. And with a curious tilt of his head, black hair clinging to his shoulders, a cruel smirk flickered at the edge of his lips.
It was a challenge.
A threat.
But she was a priestess. Consecrated, chosen by Apollo to worship the eternal flame—and she would not be extinguished so easily. Not even by the sea.
“I am the chalice,” she said, enticing. Flirting with her doom. “So drink.”
Teeth flashed in the night. A wicked grin gleaming white in the gloom, that shone with the confidence of a victory already secured.
She would be his tribute. Broken. Compliant. Obedient to the whims of a beast.
And so, she would forge a new power, one that lay between female legs.
Because she could take it. All he had to give.
Spread beneath him, pliant and welcoming, Kore watched the seam between man and leviathan bend back at a grotesque angle that defied human anatomy. Watched in muted awe as he lifted himself above her, poised to strike, so she might look upon him and see her end.
Her eyes caught on something that broke the pattern in iridescent scales.
It flexed. Bulging violently enough that the moon caressed what was hidden away, hinting at a monster concealed behind the protective sheen of scales.
Thrumming low in his throat, the beast huffed as his abdomen clenched—and his appendage broke through.
It wasn’t a cock. Not in any mortal sense. It was a weapon. A serpent of flesh emerging wet and slick from the yawning divide in the armoured wall of scales. Glistening with a translucent sheen, it pulsed with want.
Sinister purpose.
Snaking free of his genital slit in morbid greeting, it was a dangerous, wicked thing. Inhumanly long. Thicker as it grew, widest at the base to support its own absurd weight, it reached for her. Almost… preening as she looked.
Pussy drooling into the wet sand, Kore couldn’t so much as blink.
Enthralled as ribs of flesh gleamed with that familiar glow, the very same blue pumping through her veins.
His girth pulsed with beaded pearls bulging with every flex, before they sank back into the meat of his shaft, letting the skin smooth out, only to return with the next inhale of straining, flapping gills.
Breath frozen in her chest, Kore was struck silent. Horrified that such a thing had been inside her.
Mesmerized.
But her cunt gushed a sordid welcome. Warmth seeped from where she was empty. A slick fire simmering with desperate need.
She moaned.
Low and soft.
Followed by the flash of a pink tongue. Wetted lips, and a wanton whimper. Not a scream. Not a protest.
An invitation.
His slit bulged again when the base of that monstrous weapon strained toward her, and with an audible sound, his balls popped free.
Massive, round. Each the size of her fist, they burst from his slit with a grotesque, wet slap against his scales, shimmering with the promise of what was boiling inside.
She met it head-on.
Staring directly at the thing he meant to cram back inside her.
“I am the chalice,” she whispered and tried to tilt toward him where she was trapped in the sand. “You are the tide.”
There was no denying this. No hiding from the inevitable.
Rumbling, the beast rewarded her compliance with another verse of that song beyond hearing.
Gills fluttering, he took a breath that sounded wet.
Painful. Shifting his massive coils until he’d claimed his place between her legs, scooped one massive hand behind her back and folded her up so she might watch while he worked.
His cock squirmed when he caught it around the middle, guiding it to the slick trench aching to be pummelled into submission. Saturating his tip in sweet human cream, nuzzling between puffy, swollen petals, he claimed her entrance.
Pausing long enough to catch her eye, letting his cock do its insidious work, he grinned.
And it was horrible.
With a hiss of effort, he penetrated her. Claiming that sodden sheath in a single, greedy thrust. Stretching her out, wider than anything she could have imagined, he remade her to suit his own whims and forced every drop of air from her lungs.
Splitting her asunder.
Kore tried to twist. Tried to scream or beg or whine.
Anything but the moan that bubbled forth.
But his gaze forced her honesty. Unblinking. Animal. Savage. He burrowed deep, a single relentless press that saw him batter the mouth of her womb as he bullied his way all the way inside.
She did try to resist.
Tried to be passive as she was wrenched wide open. Steeling herself against the wave of muscle barrelling inside, trying to pretend the stretch wasn’t exquisite. That she didn’t tilt her pelvis to get the bumps of his pearls to drag across her clit just right.
She tried…
… and failed.
And then he forced her to watch.
Directing her gaze down, he claimed a fist full of hair and made her bear witness to her defilement.
Lips gaping around a hollow, soundless scream, her eyes opened wide as glowing pearls bounced off her clit before they, too, were crammed into her cunt. Raking across the most sensitive part of her.
She watched that alien creature surge into her, stretching her pussy until it went bloodless and shone white in the silvery light of the moon. And through the skin below her navel, she could see it.
The glow.
Pearls twisting and tunneling.
She came, hard.
Climax crashed through her, and though her breath froze, and her hearing grew fuzzy and distorted, her skin came alive.