Page 32 of Taken By the Leviathan King

We drift toward the sleeping platform, the cool water gliding over our skin, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization, a silent dance in the liquid embrace of the Abyss. A gentle tug at my ankle, and I realize his tail has wrapped around me, not constricting, but possessive, pulling me subtly closer, a constant reminder of his presence. Since my transformation, swimming has become as natural as walking once was, my body adapted to life in the Abyss while retaining its human appearance.

“The delegation from the Legacy arrives tomorrow,” I say as we settle onto the platform, his larger body curving protectively around mine. “Captain Harris wants to discuss expanding the human settlement on the western shoals.”

“And what does my queen think of this proposal?” His fingers trace idle patterns on my skin, sending shivers of pleasure along my nerve endings.

I consider the question seriously. The balance between my responsibilities to Earth and to the Abyss remains complex, even with our bond making communication effortless.

“I think it’s time,” I say finally. “Expanding the human presence will fundamentally alter Sanos, and offering the choice of where to live is a freedom humans haven’t experienced in a very long time.”

He nods, his expression thoughtful. “And the young ones? Will they come as well?”

The question touches on a conversation we’ve had several times—the children in cryosleep aboard the Legacy, Earth’s next generation waiting for a home.

“Some of them,” I confirm. “Those old enough to adapt to life here. The youngest will remain in stasis until we’re certain of long-term compatibility.”

His hand settles on my abdomen, a gesture loaded with meaning. Through our bond, I feel his unspoken question—one that has been growing in both our minds.

“Nira says it’s possible,” I answer softly. “Our physiologies are compatible now, thanks to my transformation. Any children would be . . . unique. Like me.”

The thought still amazes me—that I could carry his child, a perfect blend of our species, of our worlds. The first true bridge between humans and Leviathans.

“Unique,” he echoes, his voice dropping to that deep register that sends heat pooling low in my belly. “And fierce, like their mother.”

I laugh, turning in his arms to face him. “And stubborn, like their father.”

His silver eyes darken as he studies my face. “Does the thought please you? Creating life together?”

The vulnerability in his question touches me deeply. This powerful king, who commands thousands with a gesture, still seeks reassurance in our most intimate moments.

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching up to trace the royal markings on his face. “More than I ever imagined it would.”

His response is immediate and physical—a growl that vibrates through the water as he pulls me flush against him. His mouth claims mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly blazes into something more primal, more demanding.

I respond with equal fervor, my hands exploring the familiar terrain of his powerful body. A thrill, both familiar and shockingly new, courses through me. This intimacy, this connection, is unlike anything I could have ever imagined on Earth, a bond forged in the depths of an alien sea. Our bond amplifies every sensation, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that makes it impossible to tell where my desire ends and his begins.

“Mine,” he rumbles against my throat, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “My queen. My mate.”

“Yours,” I agree, my voice breathless as his hands map possessive paths across my body. “As you are mine.”

In the privacy of our sanctuary, we come together with the same intensity that has defined our relationship from the beginning—challenging, consuming, transformative. The kiss deepens, a wild, open-mouthed exploration that has my senses spinning. My fingers tangle in his damp hair, tugging gently, eliciting a low growl that vibrates through the water and straight to my core. He tastes of salt and storm and something uniquelyhim, a flavor I’ve become addicted to. His tail wraps more firmly around my leg, not just possessive now, but almost anchoring, as his body covers mine. The weight of him, the sheermassof this powerful Leviathan, is a delicious pressure that grounds me in the floating weightlessness of our underwater world.

I arch against him, feeling the hard ridges of his scaled chest against my breasts, the subtle scrape of his skin a thrilling contrast to the smooth glide of water around us. He shifts, pressing me further into the soft bedding, one large hand sliding down to cup my bottom, fingers kneading possessively. A gasp escapes me as his other hand finds the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through me.

“Mine,” he rumbles against my throat, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a bite that is both possessive and exquisitely arousing. His hand moves higher, tracing the edge of my most intimate place, teasing me with delicate strokes that leave me craving more. I moan softly, my body aching with need as he continues to explore, his fingers delving deeper, finding the slick heat that betrays my desire.

“Krak’zol,” I whisper, my voice a plea as his fingers slide inside me, filling me with a delicious stretch that leaves me panting. His thumb circles the sensitive nub at my center, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin as he builds the tension higher and higher, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

He breaks away, his silver eyes dark with desire as he gazes down at me. “You are everything to me,Imoogeen,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “My queen, my mate, my heart.”

With a swift, fluid motion, he positions himself between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, urging him forward, and with a single, powerful thrust, he fills me completely. We both groan at the sensation, our bodies joined in the most primal way.

His movements are slow and deliberate at first, each stroke drawing out the pleasure, building the intensity. But as our passion grows, so does the urgency of his movements. He thrustsdeeper, harder, his body claiming mine with a ferocity that leaves me gasping for breath.

“More,” I beg, my voice a ragged whisper. “I need more of you.”

He growls in response, his tail tightening around my leg as he drives into me with renewed vigor. The water around us churns with our movements, creating a whirlpool of sensation that heightens every touch, every kiss. His hands roam over my body, possessive and demanding, as if he can’t get enough of me.

I meet his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The pleasure builds, a tight coil of need that threatens to consume me entirely. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he sends me over the edge, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me.

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