Page 48 of Brine and Bone
Thalos was the first to move.
Withdrawing his fingers from between her legs, he gave one final, raunchy pull at Kore's nipple. Kissing her shoulder, where his mark had been sewn into flesh. "Spectacular little beast," he crooned, milking her. Fingers working in gentle pulses. "You made a mess, Kore."
Claws flashing, Nyxarion's hand shot out.
Aimed at the gills fluttering in Thalos' throat.
Too slow.
A flick of opalescent fins sent Thalos back. Beyond Nyxarion's reach.
Twisting, the Shallow King slipped through the current with infuriating grace. Cock still bloated, dragging through dark waters. Lips curling around a smirk, he said, "You know where to find me," in a voice made rough by pleasure. Not unaffected. "When she grows desperate for more."
And then he was dissolving into the current.
Chromatic camouflage cascading in a wave from tip to tail, he was there and gone between breaths.
"Insufferable prick," Nyx spat, fins spread to hold in the tepid current of the mid-ground. Jaw locked.
Kore made a sound against him. Scarcely audible—a thin, exhausted whine. Pussy twitching as she shuddered around him.
Fingers tangling in her hair, he tugged her head back with the sort of gentleness he hadn't thought himself capable of.
Tracing the blades of her cheeks, he cupped her face in his palms.
"Rest now, sweet Kore," he murmured, sending another gushing pulse of seed into her depths. "Going to feel better now," he added, and one palm slid down. To where her belly was growing heavier by the day, thumb tracing the swell of taut, luminous skin. "The babe will be strong because you took every last drop." Lips pressed against her forehead. "So perfect, my sweet bride."
Crooning against his chest, Kore tucked her face into the hollow beneath his jaw. Lips tracing the flare of scarred gills.
Boneless and pliant, she shivered. A tiny gush of water pressed against his gill slits, teasing the filaments as she settled.
Sedated by the brine and venom of two kings.
CHAPTER 11
Consciousness returned slowly, then all at once.
Eyes snapping open, Kore gasped. Gills flaring wide, her fins spreading to catch the current. An unconscious gesture that was a part of her now.
Darkness.
Utterly weightless, floating in the mid-ground. Disoriented.
But she was full. Stretched to her limit, made to take something massive and warm. Something alive that pulsed inside her in exactly the way she needed to keep her blood liquid, her muscles lax.
Nyxarion.
She knew it without thought.
Couldfeelhim. Buried to the hilt, cock thick and ridged. His pearls pulsing inside her, squirming against the walls of her tender, swollen pussy. Painting her womb with thick globs of seed. Lazy, contented globs. Shuddering as he bred her. Every twitch of his hips pulled an answer from her body. Oversensitive flesh that echoed the depraved claim staining her white from the inside out.
A thing she'd come to crave.
But there was a hint of… something else in the current.
Something cold in her veins. Icy.
Head tilting away from where Nyx held her pressed to his throat, Kore sucked a breath through her lips. Sending the sea through her gills. Dazed by the glassy memory fogged through the haze of venom.
