Chapter 18 #2
One paid so he could force her belly to grow fat and round, nearly brushing the stone floor as his thrusts grew slower.
Shallow, now.
As if each jab left a piece of himself behind.
And it did.
Her belly was stretched with the sheer impossible quantity of semen that pulsed and grew with every agonizing push.
Too much.
Too hot.
She collapsed beneath him, twitching on the stone. The curve of her gut swollen and absurd.
The beast lurched back, his cock slurping free with a grotesque, sucking schlorp that echoed off the cave walls.
Almost immediately, she felt his cum go from liquid to gel. Reacting to the air, it left her plugged with seed. Stuffed and gaping around a seal of thick, clotted cream.
Fluttering where she was abandoned, soiled and shamed, spasming from the stretch, she could only blink when he wrenched himself away.
With a choked gasp, he narrowly avoided crushing her beneath his colossal weight as he flung his body toward the exit. Clawing his way to the surf.
Leaving a trail of glittering scales, spatters of brackish gore, and cooling seed, he lurched toward safety. A mighty, three-pronged weapon crashing into the stone as he moved.
Heavy, awkward undulations of his massive tail flicked across stone and sand as he struggled to return to his natural element. The thump of the trident echoed his desperation in every shuddering jolt.
He didn’t make it.
The trident slipped from his grasp, landing with force enough to jiggle her fat as she watched, horrified when the beast went next.
Slumping as he fell.
Half in, half out of the water, he splashed into the surf.
A leviathan stranded on the beach.
Utterly motionless where he lay.
“Gods…” she whispered, pulsing with the aftershocks still rolling through her body. The scent of cum and blood still filled the damp air. Trembling in a puddle of cooling, congealing fluids, her entire body throbbed with the sordid work they’d done together.
And her brain, sluggish with numbed disbelief, was slow to acknowledge the horrific truth.
He was the only one, man or not, who knew where she was.
“Hey!” she called, voice trembling and breathy.
No response.
Just a fragile shudder of his fins, trembling in the ocean breeze. Water lapped at his edges, but that was all.
Her breath caught. Snagged on something dreadful at the back of her throat. Something ancient and cold that bloomed in her heart and thrashed at the back of her ribs.
“No,” she rasped, staggering to her knees. Bones turned to jelly, dripping with the evidence of what he’d done to her—of what they’d done… together—she pulsed with the glow. Skin rosy and flushed.
But her eyes were locked to him. Rimmed in white.
Forcing herself to her feet, balance tipped too far aft, she swayed on untrustworthy legs. Then, grinding her molars, she forced a sliver of steel through her blood, clambered over slick rock, and moved.
It was a slog to stumble down the beach. No matter that she’d grown accustomed to the fundamental change in her balance after each session with the beast, she staggered and tripped. Fighting the pain.
“Don’t… don’t you dare die now,” she said, injecting venom into her throat as she dragged herself down the slope of stone and sand.
“You don’t get to f-fuck me like that, and then die, you wretched bastard.
Not after”—she gasped for breath, one hand on her swollen girth, the other flailing for balance—“not after all that.”
When she reached him, she went to her knees in the surf. Splashing down beside him, absent any hint of grace.
Nothing.
Not a flinch or a twitch.
No reaction that might offer a glimmer of hope.
Panic flared in her chest. Throttling her breath where it was trapped at the back of her throat.
If he died here… if she was left marooned on this lonely spit of rock and sand…
How would she eat? How would she leave? As monstrous as he was…
he’d fed her. Watched her. Needed her enough that he’d risk everything just for another chance to pump her full.
Crawling, Kore shuffled closer. Helplessly fascinated by his alien shape.
Breath hitching, she paused to look—truly look.
He was huge.
Even unconscious, pure, raw power radiated off his skin. Shimmering and blinding beneath the cruel glare of the sun.
Scales.
Entranced, she reached and did not look at the same glitter sparkling beneath her own skin.
Because his scales weren’t just flaking away… they were shedding. Sliding off his skin in sheets, to reveal a soft membrane beneath. Fragile. Raw… bleeding.
His gills flapped, wet and rattling. A breath lifted his chest, and it was shallow. Agonized.
Fingers brushing his shoulder, Kore touched the divine. Tracing the line of muscle coiled between elbow and wrist, before she prodded the webbing between clawed digits.
At the contact, his fins flared. Splayed wide and trembling, but that was all. A passive threat from the most dangerous creature she’d ever known.
“I don’t… don’t know what to do,” she admitted. “I should leave. Escape now, before…”
She swallowed.
Took a breath.
And then… “Don’t”—her voice cracked—“Don’t leave me,” she whispered and touched his gills with a single, outstretched finger.
It twitched.
Reflexive.
Still alive.
“Please,” she said, choking on a broken sob. “I—I don’t know how to do this without you. Can’t. Can’t do this without you,” she admitted, because it was true.
Not the breeding.
No, men had shown her just how cheap and insignificant a commodity the female body really was.
It was… everything else.
Water frothed around them, splashing pink and foamy where it washed away another row of scales.
Helpless to resist, fascinated by the morbid, she touched where he’d been left stripped.
Warm.
Shockingly so. His skin soft. Delicate. Thinner than she’d thought possible. Vulnerable where the armoured plating of scales was absent.
But his body was falling apart.
He’d pushed too hard.
Given too much in the quest to mark her. Spent too much time above the surface when he was meant for the sea.
Pressing her forehead to his chest, Kore took a breath of the brine clinging to his skin. Listening to his heart thump.
She had to try.
Even if it was hopeless.
Desperate.
Jaw bunching, Kore slipped her fingers beneath his forearm, set her feet in the wet sand, and lifted.
She couldn’t so much as budge his arm.
Dragging him into the sea would be utterly impossible.
Sweating freely, Kore swallowed the lump of panic and looked for something—anything—she might use.
The trident.
Already half-sunk into the sand, thrumming with an ominous energy, but almost three times her height.
With a huff, she collapsed in the sand beside him, her belly swollen and heavy. Her chest heaving with the effort, breaths growing ragged with panic.
It was almost funny, the games gods played. The things they demanded mortals to do in the name of service.
Entranced, almost helpless to resist, Kore allowed herself to succumb to the curiosity. To touch what had been her doom, inspect the monster who’d claimed her. She was drawn to the hypnotic glimmer of a blue-green glow humming beneath the surface where his scales had sloughed away.
So different.
So alien.
She touched a fin, gasping when it flared. Almost stabbing her with a spine before it lay flat once more.
“Beautiful,” she murmured, voice a low hum of interest. And, letting her fingers down his forearm, she marveled at the delicate patterns etched in his skin. The delicate webbing between clawed digits, lax in his crisis. Deadly and sharp.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t snap or snarl or seethe.
Growing bold, Kore’s touch drifted to the taut ridge of abdominal muscles. Searching for a flinch, a twitch, anything that might indicate his divinity. That he could survive.
For both of them.
This was wrong.
Immoral.
Taboo and obscene.
She should flee.
But her hand was already moving, already sliding toward the seam below his navel, where man and leviathan became one.
Curiosity was a devious mistress.
Her fingers hovered before sliding… lower.
To the line of scales that guarded his cock. The seam was subtle. Ridged and muscular.
She ran her fingers along its edge, tracing the line with a quiet reverence.
It pulsed.
Her mouth watered.
And his cock twitched. Sluggish, at first. Slow. His slit opening to reveal the tip, glistening in the light. Thick and wet with a moisture all its own.
“Maybe this will be enough,” Kore rasped, her throat parched and dry. Eyes fixed to the serpent too exhausted to fully emerge from its den, she grew bold. Pressing at his seam, she followed the trunk of his cock in.
It was warm inside.
Moist.
Slick.
Sucking a breath between her teeth, she pressed deeper. Circling her fingers around his base, her grip tightened as she followed him back. Sinking inside. Entranced as her knuckles disappeared.
Then her wrist.
The glimmer of blue-green scales a stunning contrast for those that gleamed with the glory of a sunrise.
He was heavy inside. Huge. And growing larger as she worked.
Pumping, twisting, she dragged her palm back, then drove deeper.
There should have been shame. Disgust. Fear. Something, anything, but the slippery heat building low in her belly. But her thumb stroked the glans, slow and measured, and his body answered.
A shiver rolled down his spine. Fins flaring to reveal the point of deadly, toxic spines leaking the venom she’d come to know so well. And cum. It beaded at his tip as the monster flexed and bulged in her fist.
She blinked.
Licking dry lips.
And when she bent low, breath fanning over the head of him, it was to inhale the musk of salt and venom.
She couldn’t help but taste him.
After all…
… it had been days since she’d last eaten.
And gods help her… she was starving…