Page 83 of Song of the Abyss

He’d learned her enough then, because the onslaught of his passion was unleashed with those words. She became incoherent as he plunged his tongue into her. That appendage belonged to a man possessed. Claws dug into her thigh and the one time she opened her eyes and looked down at the beast between her legs, she could see him breathing her blood into his gills.

He looked up at her, those flashing teeth glinting above her mound, and then he grinned.

Daios fucked her with his tongue, diving deep inside her. And it was big. Bigger than a tongue had any right to be, because it felt the same size as a human man’s cock. Should she be worried? What if all of him was this large?

But oh, that thought was just as tempting. Just as tantalizing.

“Daios,” she whined, twisting the kelp around her arms as she tried to reach for him. “I’m going to... to...”

“Yes,” he growled. “More.”

She ground against his face, searching for that pressure and the need and the desire and then splintered apart on his tongue as his teeth dug just a bit into her skin and she couldn’t think beyond the pain and the pleasure of it all.

Thank the heavens he was breathing for her, because she might have forgotten to do that.

Breathing hard, she finally opened her eyes as water flowed over her body. It was replaced by scorching heat as he settled against her. His abs pressed against her, the hard muscles pressing against her clit so hard it was distracting. And yet, she noticed that he dragged her hair out of her face to make her look at him again.

“Beautiful,” he said as he dragged a single claw down her temple.

She didn’t know what to say. Other than, “I still need you.”

“Then you shall have me. But we are not the same as achromo males.”

“Good,” she replied, her voice ragged and raw. “I don’t want one of them.”

How could she? Not when he released her wrists from the kelp so she could drag her hand down his chest and over those rippling abs. He was a massive creature, and she knew that this should terrify her, but it didn’t matter. When she got somewhere around where his hips where, all she felt was scales. But then she went a little lower—because he was much larger than her—and palmed his cock.

Oh, he was huge. Significantly larger than even her imagination could conjure up, but the tapered tip made her think they could work this time. It might hurt, but clearly she enjoyed the pain when it came to him. This was doable. She could manage?—

Then something bumped against the back of her fingers. He must have seen the slight widening of her gaze because he grinned down at her. “That’s right, kalon. I have two.”

“Two,” she whispered, all the possibilities running wild in her head. “Well, that’s an interesting development.”

Anya stroked her hand up and down him, marveling at the width and length of the appendage that could easily tear her in two. But she wanted to try. With its slick texture, she felt like this might slide effortlessly and the thought made everything inside her clench.

He groaned, his hips bucking against her, and she wasn’t sure what to do now. Did she guide him to her? Yes, that’s what she was already doing. Like her body knew what she wanted.

She drew him closer, the wildness inside her screaming that she needed him.

Daios tilted, his chest arching away from hers because he was so big and he needed room. Through the haze of desire, she noticed he tied another kelp strand around his shorter arm, weaving it around another so he could pull on it as though he had a second hand. Then he slid his free hand underneath her neck, his teeth nipping at the long length as she moved with him between her legs.

Her fingers brushed against her clit, sending fire igniting through her entire form as the head of his cock brushed against her. It wasn’t that large, compared to the thickness at the base. But she knew there was so much more that would stretch her beyond breath.

“Slow,” she whispered against his mouth. “Slower than you ever have before.”

“We fight to breed,” he growled against her. His hips rocked, dragging his cock up and down her entrance, sliding along her clit. “We battle and whoever wins is the one who pins the other. It is unnatural to fuck with someone tied up like this.”

“Is it? Because you seem to enjoy it.”

“Oh, I do, kalon. I love nothing more than to see you helpless and writhing.”

Then he reached between them. She leaned back on the kelp hammock, watching as he presented his cocks to her. That massive clawed hand grasped the bottom one, squeezing it hard enough that a drop of pearlescent liquid appeared at the end. Lining it up with her entrance, he stuttered out a breath that she felt through her entire body.

He pushed inside her, just the tip, just enough so that she arched her back and felt every muscle in her pussy spasm around him. She looked down, watching the dark flesh sinking inside her. His top cock slid over her clit, pressing down and moving slick over her skin.

He was a burning brand that she knew no one else would ever compare to. He sank deeper until she gasped, her mouth opening as she had to remind herself she didn’t have to breathe. He was doing it for her.

“Tell me how it feels,” she whispered, the words ragged and raw in her throat. “Tell me.”

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