Page 46 of Brine and Bone
And then Thalos lunged, wrenching free of Nyxarion's grip.
Hit teeth found flesh.
Fangs sank into Kore's shoulder.
Deep.
Pumping her full of cum and venom. Both at once.
Body shuddering. Taking shallow, stuttering breaths, Thalos convulsed. Hips working as he grunted against her throat.
But Nyxarion would not be made to wait another instant.
Burying his hand in Thalos' hair, he wrenched the Shallow King's head back. Free of Kore's shoulder, peeling Thalos off his bride with a raunchyschluuuckand ribbons of cum still gushing from Thalos' cock.
Throwing him bodily away.
Desperate for relief, blood hotter than it had ever been, Nyxarion seized both of Kore's hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowing only long enough to let his cock find where she was soiled before he was driving into her.
Sloppy.
Rough.
Each greedy slap of their hips dragged another cloud of sperm into dark waters. Scouring her clean of Thalos' cream. The current grew thick, cloudy with the blend of all that was lewd.
It made Nyx snarl. The scent of another male leaking from a place that belonged tohim.
"Gone," he rasped, pulsing a vibrant blue as the desperation started to hum in his chest. "I want it all gone."
Bottoming out, he surged into her. Tip kissing her cervix, he let the mushroom flare drag through her sodden trench. Emptying her of any whisper that Thalos had touched her.
Kore's spine arched.
Lips parting, jaws hanging slack, her skin throbbed. Color. Building to a crescendo.
"Yes," Nyx snarled, watching her. His glorious, alien bride. "You greedy girl. Take what you need. Every drop."
His pace was fast.
Hard.
The rhythm of a male reclaiming what another had touched.
Groaning, pupils blown, his gaze fixed toher, Nyx fucked her with wild abandon. Ravenous for more. To set his claim. His every thrust heaving great, concussive waves of water aside.
She was close.
It was there in the way her belly grew taut. Flexing. In the blinding pulse of biolume racing across her scales in frantic waves of gold and indigo. The grip on his cock, pussy clenching so tight, it was almost enough to force him still.
"Almost," he hissed, hands peeling the globes of her ass apart as he used her body. Hunting his own pleasure, too. Fighting the urge to fall before her.
A hand appeared.
Pale fingers.
Opalescent scales.
Thalos.
