The Shallow King had resumed his place at her back.
Reaching around her, chest pressing against her back, he found where she was swollen and slick. Circling her clit, even as Nyxarion's pearls bumped over it. Two fingers bracketed that swollen bead and worked it.
Fast.
Relentless.
Matching Nyx's pistoning hips, Thalos’ digits were a blur of motion against slippery, engorged flesh.
"Such a good girl," Thalos crooned, lips ghosting against Kore's ear. Tongue tracing her shoulder, where his bite wept into the water. "Taking us both. Letting us fill you up."
"Don't—" Hissing, teeth gleaming, pressure built at the base of Nyx's spine. Coiling tight and hot. Growing feral with the need to conquer and possess. "She ismine, you wretched cur," he growled, but couldn't stop. Not with Kore gripping him like that. With the obscene friction Thalos worked into her clit while Nyx split her open. Groaning, his fins spread. Rattling as his hips worked. "All mine… my perfect girl."
She seized around him.
Violet light crackling at her edges, the Queen's Lightning pulsed beneath her scales. Just for an instant.
And then she shattered.
A long, low wail spilled from her lips.
Siren song.
Haunting.
Shattered.
The anthem of the Black Sea.
Liquid, clenching heat gripped him. Clamping down around him, she dragged him deeper. Milking him with the sort of ferocity that edged toward pain.
Her climax ignited her biolume with a stunning rainbow. Skin ablaze.
Strobing color, deep cool shades, and vibrant warmth competing beneath her skin.
Roaring, Nyxarion erupted. Hips crashing into her one last time, he seated his cock and unleashed the wrath that had been building. Swollen glans gripping her cervix, he sent pulse after pulse of scalding cum into her. Emptying himself into the slit Thalos had claimed only minutes before.
Heated brine that splashed against a gate he could not enter. A cunt that refused his seed but took his knot. Stretching around him, she gripped his girth and milked. Pulsed.
"Mine," he snarled, jaws dropping open. Fangs bared as a sound was wrenched from his chest. "Taking it all for me. So perfect. Almost done," he crooned, petting her. Touching and tender, even as he used her to sate his own lewd needs.
And all the while… Thalos' fingers continued to work.
Slower now.
Coaxing aftershocks from her elegant, trembling little body.
She sobbed. Limp. Going boneless, despite the way her body clenched around him. Drinking in every drop of sperm he could give.
"Almost," Thalos murmured, free hand moving up. Cupping her breast, he rolled her nipple. Kneading it between forefinger and thumb. "Just a little more."
And for a moment, in the aftermath, everything was quiet. Just the rhythm of bodies breathing.
A melody that had no right to exist between enemies, yet persisted all the same.
Heartbeats and breaths the only thing that disturbed the quiet lull.
And for three breaths, there was nothing else. Just the heat of his Siren draped across his scales, and the strange, terrible ache of what he'd done.