Taking pity on her, laughing deep in the barrel of his chest, Nyxarion descended once more. Tongue dragging through her pussy, drinking her down in sloppy, greedy gulps, it was his turn to groan, and it was a sound laced with a primal edge of male satisfaction.
“Gods,yesss…” she hissed, chin tilting back. Exposing her throat as she got what she needed. Gills flared wide in a helpless display of crimson submission, her breath frozen between her ribs, for his lips had sealed around her clit once more.
And she was so close…
Right…there…
Pleasure started to crest, her colors burning bright. Building.
He pulled back, sending a stream of cool water to temper the blistering heat of an inferno ready to ignite.
Spine twisting, she flinched away from the jet of water and found herself trapped by merciless hands. Hips pinned in place, her petals peeled apart by the crude sweep of his thumbs. "Please," she said, sobbing now. Coming undone at the seams. "Please, I need it.Please?—"
It was a dance.
A murder.
Glacial and devastating.
The meticulous destruction of everything she was.
At every crest, he would pull her back from the summit. Lap at her slick and drink her in as she cooled, only to suck her clit and force her back up. Higher. The mountain of luxury rising above the highest tide she’d ever known.
“Nyxarion," she said, weeping as he made a mess of her. Working at her own nipples with clumsy fingers. Trying to mimic what he’d been doing to her, those long, milking pulls. "Nyx, I can't… I can't take it. I… I need…"
Grinning now, he relented. Worshiping her clit until her colors betrayed her. Pulsing in waves of gold and violet.
Until she was babbling and begging. "I'll do anything,” she said, words spilling forth in a desperate stream. "A-anything you want, just…please. Pleaselet me cum,” she rasped, belly coiled and tight, wound past the point of sanity.
Another denial.
A stream of black waters robbing her of relief, while his hands traced her scales as if searching. Petting every inch of her body. The dip at her waist, the hollows between each of her ribs. Where her hips shimmered with scales. Everywhere his venom had rendered her changed with scales or fins, he touched. Mapping the overlapping edges, like he might find something hidden between them.
But Kore couldn’t think.
Or breathe.
There was only the maddening pace of pleasure and denial. Touch that lit her skin ablaze as the frantic exploration grew frenzied.
And then she started cursing. “You… you in-insufferable, barnacle encrusted monster." The insults tumbled from her lips, foul and jagged, language she'd heard while chained in the hold of an Athenian trireme. "Cock sucking, unforsaken, malevolent fuckingbeast?—"
Nyxarion laughed.
Rich, bubbling amusement rattled the brine in her bones with the tenor of unrepentant mirth.
“I'mpregnant, you absolute brute." Voice crackling, a whine splintered through her teeth. "Pregnant, and you're… you… you’re torturing me.Pleeease."
Moving to plant a kiss on the taut bulge of her belly, where she was coiled and miserable with the ache of pleasure, he nosed at her scales. Tasting. A tender sweep of his tongue that was too fucking far from where she so desperately needed it to be.
Arching beneath him, fingers knotted in his hair as she tried to shove him back down, she said, “I hate you,” through a broken moan. "I hate you so much. So…somuch…"
Grinning, eyes gleaming in the reflection of her suffering, he laughed again. Her wicked, evil leviathan.
And when he took pity on her at long last, drawing her pearl between his lips, she keened. Thighs clamping shut, slinging one thigh over his shoulder to keep him pinned in place. Trapping him there, determined to take it.
He rewarded her with a purr.
Resonance poured through her petals. Ripples of sound that crashed against what little remained of her sanity, and quaked in her marrow.