Naked Scripts
I come with him shattering, screaming his name so loud it drowns the storm, milk squirting from my nipples in perfect arcs that splatter the glass.
Lightning flashes one final time, freezing the image: me pinned to the lantern, glowing, stuffed, claimed, milk and come dripping down my thighs while the sea god breeds his eternal bride.
Nerites wraps every tentacle around me, cradling my shaking, glowing body against his chest.
“Mine,” he whispers, kissing milk from my lips. “Forever.”
I laugh through the tears and aftershocks, clinging to him.