Page 88 of Brine and Bone
Breath hitching, Thalos' pupils ballooned out, yawning wide. Expanding around a gasp, glassy and dark. For with an obscene throb, his cock pressed at his seam. Bursting through his slit with an oily pulse.
He groaned.
Helplessly.
Unguarded. Laid bare, he was stripped of composure. Left desperate and raw, because he could taste it. Beneath the electric tang of slick. The furious ozone of Nyxation's wrath.
His own venom.
Because he was the anchor pulling her up from the bottom of the sea. Braided through her body. Already inside her.
And he’d grownsoweary of waiting.
Flexing, his cock snaked between them. Hunting what was already greased with slick. He caught her edge, the fat, blunt tip notched at the rim of all that was warm and wet.
But he paused.
Just long enough to feel the child kick at his palms. Enough to feel something feral ignite behind his ribs.
Hips snapping forward, he sank into that velvet grip.
"Sun-fucked little—" Head falling back, Thalos shuddered. Tail flicking through the current, his spines clattering as he faltered, then buried his face against her pulse.
Exhaling only so he might drag another breath between his lips. Another sip of her.
Burrowing deep as he could, seating himself to the root, he groaned. Suffering. A relentless press through flesh that was unbearably snug.
"Such a tight little thing," he snarled, voice a guttural hiss. Eyes squeezed shut as he bumped her end. "So slick for me, Kore. So tight," he murmured, withholding his venom. Desperate to see another hint of the wild thing who dared to challenge him. Offering a slow roll of his hips, Thalos pressed deeper. Eyes glazed. "Warm," he rasped, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear. "This perfect little cunt is so fucking warm like this. Pregnancy suits you."
Huffing and irate, Nyx captured Kore’s face in enormous hands. Cradling her jaw, he tilted her chin back. Stealing her attention for himself. Covetous and greedy, despite the obscenity they were committing together.
He kissed her.
Deeply.
Forcing her lips to part, plunging inside, he devoured her.
Kore melted.
A tiny, desperate whine bled from her lips. Escaping through a cloud of delicate little bubbles that trickled from her throat when that cry danced through her gills.
And every muscle inside that luxurious, velvet cunt clenched around Thalos with a wanton grip that made him lurch.
"Fuck." Shuddering, his fins snapped tight to his scales as he fought to endure.
Gasping.
Vision blanching white as her body milked him in rhythmic, greedy pulses. "Fucking—stop," he snarled at neither, fighting the squeeze strangling his cock. Denying the flood of venom that filled his venom sacks, aching to be emptied.
It was instinct. The drive to chase that high and flood her with everything he had.
Jaw flexed, teeth bared, he went still. Buried to the root. Letting her pussy ripple and clench.
And then he felt it.
The press of something unmistakably blunt. Warm. Seeking a slit already filled, it was nudging and insistent.
Nyxarion’s cock.
