The purple water around us seemed to boil as Thalor lost the last of his restraint. He wasn't gentle anymore and was moving with a raw, surging power, pounding into me with a sharp slapping sound that overlapped with the water splashing over us.
"Arinya! Arinya!"
He barked my name, his voice cracking with a desperation that made my skin tingle.
He held me with a strength that was terrifying and intoxicating all at once, his webbed fingers digging into my hips to keep me slammed against him.
I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Every time he pushed deeper into me, his thick cock hit the very back of my womb, sending a jolt of electric heat through my entire nervous system.
At this rate, I might get pregnant again. I'm not on my estrus, but still, with the way he's intently pushing into me, the way it feels like he wants to tie us together in the deepest part of my body, I just might lay fish eggs.
Ah, fish eggs… is that even possible?
