With his thumbs, Aeron separated the woman’s labia and spread her pussy open until he could see inside her. The augmetic implants in his eyes allowed him to look into the darkness of her open cavity. Sure enough, it was just as Murdok had told him. Her hymen was still intact.
Rona was a virgin.
Between his own legs, Aeron’s hard cock leapt with increased arousal. Precum flowed out of him in quantities exceeding an average man’s complete orgasm. A growl rose from deep within his chest. A hungry, animal sound. It had been far too long since he had last tasted of a woman. With a snarl, he pressed his face between her legs and started to feast.
Above him, the woman screamed.
CHAPTER 8
The pleasure was almost more than Rona could stand. Her body was still weak from the brutal succession of orgasms Murdok had forced her to endure, and her legs would have already given out, had she not been bound to the wall hand and foot. Her sex was still tender after her previous torture, and the touch of Aeron’s wet tongue against her hypersensitive lips was giving her a pleasure so intense it verged on pain.
“Stop it!” she gasped. “Oh God, please stop…”
Aeron either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Rona suspected it was the second option, though it could just as easily have been the first. Her voice was whisper-weak and barely audible over the hungry, slavering noises issuing from between her legs. The mercenary was snorting and grunting wetly as he ate her, growling like a ravenous beast devouring its prey.
And that prey was her. Specifically, it was the part of her anatomy that lay nestled between her legs. The part which Aeron had been inspecting a moment ago, when he had discovered the truth about Rona’s sex life—namely, that it was nonexistent. She had never been with a man before. Not even once. There had been plenty who had tried over the years, but she had shut them all down, sometimes with words, other times with violence. She had a feeling neither strategy would work now. She was stripped, bound, and defenseless, totally at the mercy of her new owners.
“Please,” she whimpered, struggling feebly against her restraints. “Oh my God,please…”
But Aeron was unrelenting. He alternated between sucking and licking. His lips pulled on hers like he was trying to give her a hickey down there. His wet tongue worked between her equally wet folds, stimulating her sensitive flesh with his textured taste buds.
Her eyes began to water again, not from shame, but from the sheer intensity of what Aeron was doing to her. They reminded her of the tears that came after knocking back a shot of strong liquor.
“Please…”
Down below, Aeron’s growling became a little less savage, the movements of his mouth and tongue more controlled. He shifted his attention slightly upward, focusing all of his energy on her clitoris, first lapping with broad, flat strokes of his tongue, then sucking and licking her at the same time, drawing her hypersensitive nub between his lips and strumming it in a rapid tremolo style. Rona could feel another orgasm brewing within her, threatening to explode at a moment’s notice. Her body trembled violently. Her muscles tensed in preparation. She tilted her head back against the wall and squeezed her eyelids shut, sending hot tears rolling down her temples.
Aeron stopped.
Rona let out a gasp of shocked frustration. Her body was humming with her unfulfilled release. She dropped her head and glared through her tears at the big, naked brute kneeling before her.
He wasn’t looking at her. His attention was directed at her feet. With terrifying quickness, he lunged to one side and tore open the clasp holding Rona’s right ankle. A half a heartbeat later,her other ankle was also free. For a moment, her body sagged, supported only by the bindings holding her wrists. Then Aeron’s powerful arms were hooking themselves beneath her shivering thighs. The leather straps of her outfit creaked as he hoisted her hips, lifting her until she was horizontal. His deadly eyes gleamed between her open legs.
“You are fucking delicious,” he snarled.
Then he began to devour her again.
His beard felt coarse and scratchy against the bare skin of her inner thighs, but his lips and tongue were soft and warm and wet against her most sensitive places. He licked every inch of her with a savage intensity, until she was dripping wet with his saliva and her own leaking arousal. His hands clutched her hips, and somewhere in the back of Rona’s mind, behind the swirling flux of sensations and emotions, she found herself wondering how many lives those hands had ended. Hundreds? Thousands?
He could tear me apart if he wanted to. He could split me in two.
Her hips started moving of their own accord, grinding her sex against the mercenary’s growling mouth. Her unresolved climax returned with a vengeance, looming over her like a stormcloud.
No, she thought.No, no no…
And at the same time:Yes! Yes! Yes!
Once again, Aeron released her at the last possible moment, leaving her pleasure incomplete. It burned like fire between her legs and smoldered deep within her aching core. She hissed in frustration and glared into Aeron’s faintly glowing eyes.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
The mercenary just smirked.
“Most folks do.”
He lowered her hips until her pelvis was level with his own, and she gasped as she felt the hard length of his erection pressing against her bare skin. He dragged his hips back until his shaft had cleared her body, then he pressed forward again, nestling his tip against her dripping folds. One quick thrust was now all it would take for him to be inside her.
This is it, Rona thought.He’s going to breed me now.
