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enough to cause even a slippery God like himself, some difficulties. Deciding to take a more
expedient route to Mount Olympus, Zephyr sped away, leaving behind calm seas.
She could see them now; the huge monsters come to take her life. Still caught up in the
rapture of pure surrender, she raised her voice again, singing praise to the power and grandeur of
krakens.
Poseidon saw the hearts of men, which they had turned from worshipping him. In his
wisdom, he sent the krakens, fierce warriors, mighty sea serpents to sweep all clean before them.
Their arms are strong to deal justice, their intent unmovable and incorruptible. See them split the
waters with their sensuous bodies, their long and beautiful bodies covered in iridescent scales.
Leaning as far out as her bonds would allow, Daphne offered herself to them, calling out,
Hurry to me, krakens! Hasten to the feast I offer gladly! Come and gorge on my flesh and drink
me down. When you have dined, beg of your father forgiveness for me, my land, and my
people.
As she sang, the three great beasts arrived at the rock. Taller than the rock, they bent their
heads to be level with the platform on which Daphne stood. This close to them, she saw every
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detail of their fearsome forms and found herself strangely fearless.
Wide wedged heads, larger than her entire body, bristled with fearsome teeth. Their ears, an
upstanding frilled flange standing up around their crowns, gave the monsters a horned look.
Metallic scales of variegated greens, blues, and ocher covered their massive bodies, serving as
protection as well as adornment.
By the Gods, they are beautiful!
She told them so, crooning to them as if they were tired children at their mother s lap and
their massive bodies swayed before her, lulled by her song. In response, their throats emitted a
low, thrumming bass note, setting off vibrations that traveled through the rocky outcrop, up her
legs to pulsate in the deepest core of her woman s flesh.
Daphne s song stuttered and came to a gasping halt as her body twisted under the unnerving
stimulus. Immediately, the spell was broken.
The three beasts reared back their hoary heads, roaring their displeasure to the lightening
sky. One serpent swung its head lower, fixing its gimlet stare on Daphne. Under that relentless,
almost sentient gaze, she felt her nakedness most keenly.
Fear returned, rushing in so swiftly she felt faint. Determined not to lose consciousness or
her resolve to face her death courageously she ignored her beaded nipples and pebbled flesh to
lift her head. Pulse grown thready and uneven, heart pounding strongly, Daphne chose to meet
her fate head on& staring up and up and up into a blue-green, intently focused eye that was
somehow familiar&
Her knees sagged. The only thing keeping her upright was the heavy loops of chains at
chest, waist and hips. Daphne s jaw fell open in true shock as the memories of a certain
afternoon came flooding back.
My lords, the Gods are merciful! Her cry held all the wondering disbelief of her joyous
heart. Poseidon, thank you for answered prayer. How could I fear anything at the hands of your
sons?
Do you think we will not devour you, kore? Plador stood before her, having shifted faster
than her eye could track. He looked down at her, his expression stern and forbidding.
Daphne shook her head. I know you always do the will of your father.
Polyphemus brushed her windswept hair back from her forehead with a gentle hand. You
willingly place your life in our hands?
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Porimus, still in serpent form, lowered his great head and opened his mouth, drawing close
enough for his form to blur in her vision. His forked tongue snaked out, flickering over her
nipples repeatedly, as if sampling the thick crests before readying to bite&
Was it dread that shook her frame& or something else, entirely? Hanging slack in her bonds,
Daphne didn t know. Heat blossomed, its focal point the vulnerable fleshy tip under attack by the
long, raspy tongue that twined about and tugged at her responsive flesh. In the end, this was all
that mattered the touch of their flesh on hers welcome and glorious, despite it ending in her
death.
I do.
I do!
I DO!
Her first answer was a whisper, her last a shout, and Porimus was there, his corded arms
about her, mouth covering hers to drink it from her lips. Good girl!
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Do not doubt that we will, indeed, devour you, kore.
Daphne moaned, incapable of responding to Plador s warning while Porimus tongue
claimed and conquered her mouth. It still felt forked, both tips sliding against her teeth before [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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