Chapter 23
His every wild instinct screamed to take.
To pin her delicate body beneath his, flip her over so she might be mounted properly. Back to his front. Knotted and fucked so full of his sperm that she'd be unable to swim for several tides.
But her claim? Of him?
It was an affront to his sovereignty. A direct challenge.
And the single most shocking, glorious thing that had ever happened to him.
Claws sinking into the coral that pulsed in time with her delicate thrumming heart, he held perfectly still. Utterly immobile. Submitting to a challenge laid. Watching as she leaned forward. Dainty hands braced across his chest, leery of the wounds Thalos had left upon his flesh.
Scarcely daring to blink as this precious girl, his glorious bride, held herself above him and demanded the power to rule the tides herself.
The defiance glimmering in those beguiling grey-gold eyes undid him.
But the steel threaded through her voice, edged with the hum of a creature reborn from the annals of myth, was what lit an inferno in his blood. That she would dare to claim his unborn spawn as hers?
Such a thing was absurd.
His cock throbbed.
Fully unsheathed.
Writhing and insistent.
His pearls bulged where they'd grown fat and desperate along his shaft. Aching to find her tight heat. To bully his way inside, find the mouth of her womb, and wash Thalos out.
But he did not move. Ignored every ache and hurt.
Desperate for her to destroy him, first.
To sink down upon his sceptre and annihilate him in a single, possessive stroke.
He wanted it.
Exactly that.
"Take it," he rasped, all but begging for his own ruin between her glorious, alien thighs. "Show me what a Siren can do."
He watched her, obsessively. Greedy for the hurt. Desperate for the way her pupils would yawn wide and bottomless. The hypnotic, chromatic shift of her scales so foreign to his own Abyssari nature—a blend between the kingdoms that had found an impossible haven… in her.
She wasn't the pathetic drowned thing he'd claimed in warmer waters. No longer the weeping sacrifice he'd mounted on a cursed beach, while she begged for her own destruction. Gone was any whisper of the fledgling Siren dragged beneath the waves.
This was something new.
Something to be worshipped.
One hand moving, he placed an anchor on the swell of her hip. Unable to stop himself from stroking the boundary between scale and flesh. "Show me," he murmured. "Show me what it means to be a Siren Queen."
For a moment, as she looked down upon him, there was silence. Only the sounds of their mingled breath and the distant roar of the sea itself.
And then her smile lit the dark waters.
Vorynthar ignited, a burst of glorious color that pulsed with a bright flash of light.
Eyes gleaming with reflective wonder, Kore's breath hitched. Her fingers braced on his chest as she turned her eyes over the heretical reef. Enthralled by the sight.
And then she turned her eyes back to him.
Caught his cock in the heart of her palm, fingers tight around the middle, and guided that squirming length between her legs.
Sinking down, she took him in a single, brutal slide.
He allowed it, remaining frozen. Letting her devour him whole.
Claim what she had earned, for she was not merely his bride. Not a vessel to be filled with his seed and used in the name of Abyssari rebirth.
Kore was a sovereign.
His glorious, eternal flame. His sweet Siren Queen.
Hips tilting, she moved.
Setting a pace that drew a hiss from between his clenched teeth, his savaged gills fluttering and weak, for it was not the pace of a girl afraid of shadows.
It was a rolling claim. Devastating waves that surged across his bloated length.
Forced his crown deep as it might go, only to withdraw.
His corona caught on her rim before she sank back down.
Taking every pearl. Every throbbing inch.
Doing as he'd begged.
Obliterating him with that silken squeeze.
That perfect stretch. Slick heat wrapping around him in a lewd grip, trying to milk his shaft and draw up his knot.
Impeccable.
Glorious fucking treasure.
Fingers growing tight on her hip, trying not to score her tender fat, he helped her ride. Eyes missing nothing as she worked. Obsessing over the shimmer of Abyssari scales. The color shift of the Thalassari.
"That's right," he snarled, voice raw. "Deep as you want. You mean to milk every last drop from me, don't you?"
Her moan was guttural.
And, cupping her delicate little tits, she lifted them as if in offering. Tweaked nipples flushed and puffy.
Her scales caught the dazzling lights glowing from Vorynthar as her hips continued that relentless slide. Every rock forward rubbed his pearls over the swollen bead of her clit. Made her gasp and clench. Grinding and swirling when she met her limit.
Using him.
Groaning, Nyxarion's palm glided over her belly. Where she was still plump with Thalos' seed. "Greedy little Siren," he snarled, and his thumb found her clit. Circling the base. "Take what you need. Fuck yourself full, and show me exactly how deep you can swallow your king's cock."
Spine bowing back, she arched. Head thrown, hair a wild wind around her shoulders as her hips rolled. Harder. Faster. The grip of her cunt squeezed him, tight enough to threaten the very last of his control.
"I'm going to breed this perfect cunt," he snarled, spilling venom with a vow. "Going to make you taste it. Knot you so full, you'll forget what empty feels like. Until your belly swells. Until you forget the Shallow King ever touched what is mine."
She keened, her lips spread across a feral grin. And she took him to the root.
As if in mocking defiance, her chromatophores began to flicker.
Ripples of brilliant gold flashed across her ribs. Swirls of silver that bled beneath her breasts, swamped her throat with a brilliant flash of violet. Thalos' signature written beneath her skin.
It was… breathtaking.
With a snarl, Nyx's fingers dug into her hips. Claiming some of that borrowed control, he guided her when her rhythm faltered and grew choppy. Moving her exactly where she needed it, he made sure to grind her clit against his pelvic bone. To force her higher.
"Almost there," he hummed, fins flaring, his fluke spread wide against the coral as she brightened further still. "Show me," he whispered, eyes alight. Afraid to blink. To miss a single instant. "Show me what he gave you. Again. Let me see his colors while you drain my balls dry."
The thought alone was nearly enough to end it.
To finish him.
Knowing Thalos had dared? That he'd bred her. Pumped his wretched, Asterion seed so deep into her womb it might have already taken root? That even if he died, some part of him might yet live on in her?
It ignited a competitive rage in his blood.
Fucking up into her, meeting her descent with desperate need, he grunted. "Need to flush him out. Need to drown out whatever he left behind," he snarled, panting through gills that begged for quiet. "Clench it. Use that greedy little cunt to wring me out."
Sobbing now, Kore's scales rippled in a dazzling array of color that was immediately reflected in the reef. A cascade of kings, written across her flesh.
"Going to breed you," he said again, through his teeth. Letting the words spill over his lips, unchecked. "Every tide, just like this. And when your estrus hits, I'll keep you full so you don't have to beg. Knot you deep, just like this. Your belly will be heavy with my seed. Always."
Her cunt seized around him.
A tender warning of her climax.
"But… it might already be too late," he hissed, teeth gleaming in the brilliant glow of his reef.
And again, his palm swept over her belly, where he could see the faint glow of his pearls, where they moved inside her.
"Asterion spawn might already be rooted here," he snarled, and the thought made him feral with the urge to force the other male out. "Might already be too late."
At this, violet light crackled along her edges.
And Kore screamed.
Spasming around him, she broke with a sound that filled the Black Sea with a haunting melody. Her climax rippled around him in brutal, demanding waves of liquid heat that set her skin ablaze in a chaotic cascade of flashing color.
Gold.
White.
Brilliant violet and deep, hypnotic blue.
That was all it took.
Roaring, Nyxarion bucked into her one last time. Unleashing a final stroke that carried enough force to bully his knot inside, he burrowed deeper. His swollen glans kissed her end and nosed at the mouth of her womb. Sought that tight ring of muscle and demanded entrance.
Relentless, he squirmed inside her. Sealed and clung.
Eyes rolling white, Kore's cry guttered out until they were little more than tiny, broken gasps of pleasure.
The stretch? It was obscene.
Her dainty body remade to accept the invasion. To make space for his knot where it ballooned inside her. Where it swelled in a burst of possessive heat and locked behind her pelvic bone.
Sealing her shut.
Full.
"You will"—he snarled, balls flexing as a truly titanic surge of sperm boiled up—"you will take it. Every… every drop." Pumping her full of thick, gushing pulses, he sealed his claim. Left his mark in her womb, making her bulge around the volume.
Kore nodded, eyes wide. Desperate as her skin pulsed in a frantic, erratic pattern.
Chaos cascading across every inch that synced in perfect harmony with each surge he crammed inside.
Milking him. Drawing him out, his balls flexing and lifting, enticing him to pour everything he was into her trembling body.
Claimed.
Utterly, irrevocably his.
"Look at you," he breathed, petting her.
Touching and teasing the defiant creature who'd ordered him to yield.
Who'd sat atop his cock and claimed her right to exist above him.
Gone now. "So broken for me. So perfect.
" The word spilled over his lips with a hushed reverence.
Sincere as he watched her body work to empty his balls.
"Let me feel it," he whispered, tracing her belly.
Obsessed with the swell. "Stretch for me, pretty Siren. Let me fill you."
Sobbing, her head rolled forward. Eyes glassy and half-lidded.
"I know," he crooned, flexing inside her.
Soothing and possessive. The action bordering on cruel.
"But you're beautiful like this. Fat with seed.
Full and aching." He groaned, head tipped back, gills aching as a ragged breath clattered through the damage.
"Mine. All… all mine," he sang, and sent another gush to flood her.
Eyes molten, Nyxarion looked upon the girl impaled upon his cock and saw what she'd become.
Not the prey she'd been.
Sovereign.
His.
"You own me, Kore," he murmured, not sure if she could hear him. Saying it anyway, he brought her down and pressed his forehead to hers. Tasting her breath. "In the deepest dark. Every piece. Yours. My Queen."
Hefting his fluke, Nyx lifted off the trench floor. Hands drifting to her thighs, he held her close. Knot locked inside her, wounds throbbing with lingering pain, he drifted above Vorynthar. Fins spread wide to let the gentle current take them.
Showing off his Queen to any who might look.
The reef worshipped her.
A wave of color glowing bright in a magnetic ripple that followed where they passed. Polyps extending not to the king that had given it life, but to its fledgling queen.
And, belly pressed to his, Kore dozed. Cheek pressed to his shoulder. Submitted. Impaled. Drained of all resistance.
Exactly where she was always meant to be.
"Rest now," he murmured, knot flexing. Another pulse of seed burping from his slit. Pleased when she couldn't utter so much as a whisper of protest. She just took it.
And when the Abyssari began to emerge, returning to the dark, Nyxarion didn't hide what he had claimed.
He turned.
Spinning in a slow barrel roll that displayed her swollen body. Her strobing, chromatic scales. The knot that bound them together.
Letting them look.