Chapter 12 #2
"No," he snarled, fingers growing tight where they were bound around her throat. "They need to watch, Kore. Need to see you grow round with my seed. To know who sired every one of the children you will carry for me."
And then, his fingers slid between her legs. Circling her clit at the base, where she was swollen and desperate, he pinched that bundle of nerves. Drew it away from her body as she sobbed for mercy. Gentle, despite the carnage he wrought on her body. The mess made of glittering female flesh.
Clamping down around him, she wailed and it was beautiful.
A sound straight from the annals of myth.
"Such a good girl," he groaned, rhythm stuttering. "Perfect for this. Built to milk me dry." His fingers slid between her folds, touching where she was stretched to her limit. Cunt left bloodless and thin. "To squeeze every last drop from my balls."
"Nyx…" she sobbed, her biolume pulsing a frantic message as his people watched her fall apart. Witness to her ruin.
"Take it," he snarled, teeth grazing her ear. Her nape. "Take it all. I'm going to fill your womb, stuff you so full of cum you'll still be leaking when Thalos makes his next attempt to claim you."
Kore came.
A strangled sound hissed through her gills as her sheath locked around him. Clenching. Working to draw him deeper. Teasing at the edge of his knot, where he was growing thick and bulbous at the base.
"One more," he groaned, tail lashing through the black waters as he pulled her back. Working her over his girth with every savage thrust. "Just one more, precious girl. And then I'll fill you with enough cum to drown you all over again."
Scales glowing with a warm inner light—so contrary to the cool tones of the Deep—Kore gushed. A fresh wave of slick perfuming the water as he worked her.
"Just like that," he groaned, fingers digging into her skin. Anchoring her in place as the water churned around them. Frothed by the force of his thrusts.
And then, knot swelling, his breathing grew ragged. Sharp.
Pearls throbbing in time with his heartbeat, Nyx readied himself to lock them together.
To breed her before an audience of his people.
Ready to claim his bride.
Cymareth blazed to life. A song of power trilling in the dark.
But Nyx didn't stop.
Couldn't.
Not when the Shallow King flicked his fins in an obvious threat. Posturing.
No, his hips rolled into his bride. Pistoning inside her glorious little cunt. And turning her face toward his rival, Nyxarion smiled. "Look how he seethes," he purred, nearing his end. "See how he wishes it were his knot ready to stuff you full."
Sobbing, Kore's breath hitched as she looked one final time.
Her strange eyes meeting Thalos'.
And then, "Cum for me, while you show him what he will never have," Nyx breathed against her gills.
She broke.
Spine bowing, color blooming in her veins, she went rigid. The bubbles ceased as her breath stuttered to a halt. As her cunt fluttered and gripped.
The King of the Deep laughed, teeth grazing the frantic pulse. "So perfect, Kore. Just so absolutely flawless.”
Thalos didn't flinch.
Didn't show any whisper of reaction, except for the way his knuckles grew bone-white around Cymareth's pearl hilt and the smallest flick of his fins. A king conceding a point scored.
Breath coming in ragged little gasps, Kore tried to speak. Failed.
"I know," Nyxarion growled, both hands on her hips. Using her to reach his end. And then his lips found the spot between her shoulder and jaw. Where a tendon was corded and taut.
Teeth.
Fangs biting deep.
Pumping his venom straight into her blood. Just to taste that electric violet light that sang in her veins. To drown Thalos' influence and force her to remember who she belonged to.
Cock swelling at the base, he came with a snarl. Notched against the mouth of her womb, he burrowed and latched. Finding that tiny opening where she was vulnerable, he bullied his way inside.
Wailing, head turning away from his bite, she sobbed. Both hands flying to the cradle between her hips. Anticipating the swell.
Drinking him down, her body went pliant and still in his grip.
Gushing inside her, flooding her womb at long last, Nyx's scales lifted. His chest filling with a groan, he purred. Rewarding her for yielding. For taking him as he pumped his seed inside her.
Violet light brightened where she began to bulge. Belly growing distended, tiny hands trying to clutch at the weight he dumped inside. Straining to take it.
Groaning as he emptied his balls, Nyx's release made the water dance around them. With every pulse, every ounce he forced her to take. A claim. "Mine," he snarled and pulled his fangs from her shoulder. Letting her blood paint crimson ribbons in the water. "All mine."
It was a promise.
A vow.
One he would keep.
And, knot swelling, he pulled back. Just enough to stop himself. To resist the primal urge to seal her full, and drift through his court. Letting them look, instead. Her belly rounded and full. Cunt stretched to the limit. Her body aglow with the aftermath of his venom.
And that violet, electric pulse.
Thalos didn't blink.
Fins still.
Cymareth singing in his bloodless grip.
But his eyes.
They burned…