Page 45 of Brine and Bone
"Sun fucked, perfect little wretch," Thalos snarled, the crude words vibrating inside Nyxarion's clenched fist. Fighting the pleasure as Kore's body was made to glide over his shaft.
Something dark burned in Nyx's chest, then.
Something ravenous.
His cock kicked, pulsing. A bead of sperm burped from his slit as his hips worked against her. Electric pleasure. The sensation enough to make him hunch into her, sending a rope of seed lashing against her belly. A hot, possessive flood. Painting her navel with a ribbon of brine, he marked her. Coated her skin where their child grew. Rubbing it in.
More.
Already, there was more churning in his sack. His balls aching with the drive to flood her with every drop. To prove he was the better mate.
Instinct surged, hot and deadly. Primal. The drive to tear Thalos away and replace him. To bury himself so deep inside her that she'd forget everything except him. What it was to belong to Nyxarion Korrides.
But he resisted.
Claws dimpling Thalos' throat.
Waiting for that perfect moment.
For Thalos' rhythm to change. Become ragged and short. Choppy.
He didn't have to wait long.
There was a stutter in the current. A hitch in the flawless motion of those accursed, moonlit scales. Hips snapping with an animalistic desperation, Thalos' restraint grew frayed and sloppy.
Nyx grinned. Baring teeth.
Breath haggard, Thalos dragged the poisoned waters through his gills. Crimson filaments flaring wide around each, broken, hitching breath. Polar blue eyes lost their shine, glazed by need. Pupils blown wide enough to swallow any whisper of color as the muscles in his throat danced against Nyxarion's fingers.
Tendons in his neck growing taut with strain as he fought to hold back. To prolong the pleasure.
Claws tightening, Nyx squeezed.
Just a little.
Five merciless prickles of pressure.
And then, "Do it," Nyxarion ordered, guttural. Low. An imperial command that dripped with something far more toxic than hatred. "Breed her, you wretched fuck."
Glassy eyes snapped to his. Rimmed in white. Predator-dark.
"Give it to her."
Something shattered between them. All three.
A fin brushed Nyxarion's tail.
Involuntary. A spasm that lasted a mere half a heartbeat, but rewrote something fundamental in the water.
Voltage.
Pure, electric sensation that shot through both males.
Thalos came.
Violently.
"Take it," he snarled, hunching as he shuddered into her. Buried to his limit. "Such… such a perfect little monster," hegroaned, rocking into her. Pumping cum against a womb already filled and sealed shut, he snarled. Shuddering. Chromatophores flickering as he lost control.
