Chapter 23 #2
“That’s it, my bride,” he snarled, stuffing her full. “Milk it. Let your body sing for me.”
Head thrown back, Kore screamed.
It was a sound beyond hearing. An electric flame of ecstasy that clawed through her gills and burst through her lips in a cloud of frantic bubbles.
His cock pulsed. A living brand inside her.
Heaving, his pearls strumming her clit to prolong her climax, he followed her in ecstasy. Gushing, she was made to feel every ridge, every vein and pulsing bubble of lewd flesh.
“Yesss,” he groaned, scales lifting as cum poured into her. “Take every drop as you break over my knot. Let me seal it inside you, Kore. Your cunt remade as you become my bride. My Siren. The mother of my spawn. Mine.”
Her eyes rolled up, back. A second orgasm washed through her overwrought body.
It was blooming. Stretching her impossibly wide. A balloon of rock-hard flesh that sealed his cum inside her. Forced her to take what should have gushed into the sea.
Too much.
Too intense.
Spasming, helpless but to take as he overfilled his chalice, Kore milked his cock. Seed flooded her belly, bloating and round as he poured the tide inside.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, chest rattling with that strange sound that turned her spine to jelly.
Stroking her back as they sank into the heart of Vorynthar.
“You’re taking me so well. Almost halfway, my precious bride.
Almost”—he pushed another breath through her lips—“almost ready to service your king.”
The Raskoril coral throbbed in the dark, matching the jets of cum pushing Kore to the limit.
“Soon,” he said, palming her swollen belly with a softness she hadn’t thought might possibly exist on his rugged face. “Soon you will know nothing but this. The pleasure of being bred before the court. You will beg to take my knot, and we will drift through my kingdom for hours.”
Convulsing in an orgasm that crashed one into the next, Kore broke as she was destined to do. Shattered beneath the weight of his words that settled across her shoulders. A mantle of destiny she was helpless to refute.
This was her future.
She was trapped in the abyss, forever bound to the beast who’d claimed her.
His captive bride.
Broodmare.
His… Siren.
Knot pulsing where her pussy was stretched bloodless and white, she felt another wave crash inside her womb. And she gasped. Resigned to it, now.
For there was no escape. No salvation or prayer strong enough to reel her up from the depths.
She floated, impaled on his knot. Ruined. Her wrists marked with net burn. Skin blemished from… everything else.
Clutched in Nyxarion’s grasp, throbbing in the aftermath, Kore was limp. Swollen, her belly glowing with a bioluminescent hum that matched, she was grotesque.
Changed.
No longer something the sun could warm with that glorious radiance she’d been made to love.
She was meant for the deep.
Powerful tail propelling them through Vorynthar’s skeleton, he drifted toward the seabed. Toward a structure she hadn’t noticed until they slowed before it. Fins flaring to catch the current, he stopped.
Letting her look.
It was… horrific.
A cage of coral stood stark against the abyss. Glowing more intensely than anything else. Long spindles stood in a row, the bars of the cage arching in a delicate, morbid sweep.
“A sanctuary,” he rumbled, and planted the trident into the sea floor, before he pushed another breath through her gills.
Pausing to taste her with a lewd sweep of his tongue that shouldn’t have brought heat into her cheeks, given that they were locked together.
Her ribs heaving under the weight of what he’d dumped inside.
“The Raskoril is dense here. Enough that you will be able to breathe as I build you a palace. Until your transformation has ended.”
It was a prison.
One meant to keep her locked to the sea floor. Available at all times, caged to service his every unhinged whim.
Panic surged high at the back of her throat, leaking from the slits behind her jaw. Distant. Muted.
She was to be a doll.
A plaything trapped in a box at the bottom of the Black Sea. Mute. Helpless.
Nyxarion tutted, purring for her when she struggled. Making the liquid in her brain shiver, the cum in her belly heat as the venom in her veins quickened. Pussy bearing down upon his knot.
Slithering back, his cock slipped free. Uncoupling from her battered cunt, knot deflating in a gush of warm sperm. Leaving her gaping, ruined and sore. Slow when he reached between them to swirl two fingers through swollen flesh.
“This,” he murmured gills flaring as the scent of her own slick drifted around them. “This is but a taste of what is to come, my sweet Siren.”
Redoubling his effort to purr for her, he let the frequency deepen, sweeping her up, holding her close for a moment.
And then, with something approaching reverence in his eyes, he cupped her distended belly.
Heavy with the weight of his spend, hefting her girth, he leaned in to press a delicate kiss to her lips.
“Soon, your body will know no other purpose but the joy you get from breeding for me.”
Fins fluttering, he pushed her into the heart of the cage, and she watched, entranced as the coral parted. Clicking, crackling, crunching as the petals of her cage parted. Opening at Nyxarion’s unspoken command.
“You’ll be safe here,” he said, raking his claws through the billowing layers of floating hair swirling around her nape. His massive pupils reflected the sinister glow lighting the deep. “My reef will nourish you. Make you strong enough to handle my brood when you are ready.”
Kore shook her head. Daring to cling to his shoulders, her lips moving around a puff of silent bubbles—a plea that floated to the surface, unheard.
The glow cast an eerie shadow across the bars of her cage.
And for a moment, he paused. Head tilting as he considered the tiny female floating in his trap.
“You will be the mother of kings, Kore,” he said at last, and shifted back.
The coral moved.
Folding around her.
Sluggish and disoriented, she reached. Tried to push it back, to claw her way free of the prison he’d built around her.
But her arms were weak. Her movements clumsy.
“Rest,” he said, the word a low growl of possessive intent that, for a moment, made the coral pulse bright as she was sealed inside.
And then he was gone. A flick of his tail sent him shooting through the water.
Alone.
In a glowing coral prison that was both lifeline and tomb, the only thing keeping her alive, even as it held her hostage in the trench.
Hands pressed to the bars, Kore didn’t bother trying to break through.
Not with a belly full of cum, skin stretched taut where she was monstrous and glowing.
Not without fins to propel herself through the current and outpace the monster who’d claimed her body and womb.
Not with a set of gills struggling to pull enough oxygen into her lungs.
There was only this.
The silent, endless weight of a city growing in the dark.
Kore didn’t scream.
There was no one left who’d listen.