She tried to call out to him, her voice hoarse, but the tentacle in her mouth made it impossible to form words.

The repeated assault of his thick length was making her s*x throb, a dull ache spreading through her. Her limbs were bound, her voice stolen. All she could do was clench around him, trying to find some semblance of control.

“Ha…”

Triton’s movements stilled, a low sigh escaping his lips. He pulled her close, his hand gently stroking her belly. A different kind of heat, slow and teasing, spread through her.

“Haaah…Hah…Uhhn…Ahh…”

Livia trembled, her body on edge. Fear of another brutal assault made her tighten her grip on him, her thighs clenching.

Her body shook with silent sobs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Triton exhaled sharply, his frustration evident.

“….”

A string of curses, harsh and guttural, filled the air. Never before had Livia heard such raw, primal language from him.

He seemed to regain his composure, his voice strained as he spoke.

“I was doing so well…”

He muttered, almost to himself, then gripped her hips, spreading her wide. “But you broke it, Livia,” he whispered, a dark promise in his voice.

Before she could comprehend his words, she felt him swelling inside her, growing even larger. Her eyes flew open in disbelief, her head shaking frantically.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her, a primal fear gripped her heart.

‘No, if he keeps going…’

The feeling of being stretched to her limit, her most sensitive flesh filled to the point of bursting, was terrifying, no matter how many times she experienced it.

She whimpered, desperate to plead with him. As if taking pity on her, the tentacle in her mouth retreated.

“Huuuh…Ahh…”

Finally free to speak, all that escaped her were choked sobs. Her tongue, abused and raw, throbbed painfully.

Triton, still buried deep inside her, tilted her head up, capturing her lips with his.

He kissed her relentlessly, tasting her tears, his voice a soothing balm against her ear. “Shh, Livia… It’s alright. You’ve taken me so many times before, haven’t you?”

His voice, sweet and gentle, threatened to unravel the last vestiges of her control.

‘No, I can’t give in.’

She shook her head, fighting against the urge to melt into him. He chuckled, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Why are you being so difficult today?”

“No, no…Huuuh…”

Triton frowned at her incoherent denial. Her attempts to push him away, to deny him, angered him. He reached for her, his grip harsh, but then…

“Hold me, Triton…”

His movements stilled.

“Look at me. Please…let me see you.”

She pressed her cheek against his, her face seeking his. Unable to move her bound limbs, she nuzzled against him, her voice a desperate plea.

Her tears fell against his jaw, her hair brushing against his neck. The innocent intimacy of her touch disarmed him.

‘Why? Why does this affect me so?’

He was exasperated, yet he couldn’t deny her. This insignificant human, this female, had somehow become anything but insignificant to him.

No matter how enraged he felt, how badly he wanted to be rough with her, the fear of hurting her fragile body always forced him to restrain himself, to constantly heal her with his power.

‘She defied me.’ The memory of Livia striking him, leaving him vulnerable, still stung.

He wanted to inflict that same pain on her, to make her understand the depth of his anger. He wanted to hurt her.

If it were anyone else, he would have torn them limb from limb, erased them from existence.

‘But why…why can’t I do the same to her?’

This frail, delicate creature… If he so much as tore off a limb, she would surely die from the pain alone.

He couldn’t bear the thought of spilling her precious blood, scattering her flesh.

His eyes, dark and turbulent, stared into the distance. He kissed her shoulder, an unconscious gesture of comfort. The wound Zagreus’s poison had inflicted was long gone, healed by his power, yet the memory of her mangled flesh lingered.

He never wanted to witness such a sight again.

The only pain Livia should ever feel from him was the pleasure of his touch. Anything else was unacceptable.

‘I want to hurt her, yet I can’t stand to see her in pain…’

How ironic.

He gritted his teeth, pulling her close, his embrace crushing. Her soft, warm body molded against his larger frame.

Beneath the rage, the anger, simmered a possessive, all-consuming desire. The need to claim her, to cherish and protect, tempered his fury.

“…What am I supposed to do with you?” he murmured, his voice husky.

He turned her around to face him, and as if on cue, her arms, weak and trembling, reached for him, circling his neck.

Her breath, hot and ragged, caressed his ear. Her soft, yielding form held him captive, a silken cage he had no desire to escape.

“My god,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

No apologies, no pleas for forgiveness, yet her words struck a chord deep within him.

“My…one and only god.”

Triton closed his eyes, his chest constricting with a soundless sigh.

The only human who could bind him, weaken him, bring him to his knees.

Her defiance had intrigued him, her resilience, her ability to survive every challenge and find her way back to him, had captivated him.

He desired her, even though she brought him no tangible benefit. He wanted her, even though keeping her by his side was a constant struggle.

He craved her completely, wanted her world to be filled with him, and only him.

‘…Her family. They still have a hold on her.’

‘Then…’

His eyes darkened, a plan forming in his mind.

He pulled her close, showering her neck with kisses. He kissed her flushed cheeks, her reddened nose, her tear-stained eyelids. She responded instantly, her lips seeking his, desperate for his touch.

“Mmm…”

He delved deeper, his tongue tasting the inside of her mouth, eliciting a soft moan.

He could feel her relaxing, her body no longer resisting the intrusion of his double phallus.

He seized the moment, his hands tightening around her, and thrust into her.

“Haaah…!”

He devoured her gasp, his hips moving relentlessly, sending tremors through her body.

White foam, like the crest of a wave, bubbled between them, her slick arousal coating him, making him slick.

“Haaah…Ah…Mmm…!”

“Livia, Livia…”

He kissed her breathlessly, his two shafts moving within her, stroking every inch of her sensitive walls.

“Ah…Hnnng…Ahh…!”

She writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, yet unable to deny the pleasure that radiated from his rough intrusions.

Then, he felt it, his second shaft releasing a flood of his essence deep inside her. Her moans changed, taking on a desperate edge as pleasure washed over her.

“Hnnng…So…So good…Yes! Ah!”

He captured her tongue, his hands moving to cup her swaying br*asts.

“If family is what you treasure most…” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper against her ear.

“…Then become family with me, Livia.”