In a way, she was almost grateful it would happen like this, while her body was thrumming with unfulfilled need. It didn’t matter if the man was a bastard for doing this to her. It didn’t matter if she despised her own weakness for desiring him in that moment. All that mattered now was finding some relief from the agony burning inside her, an agony only a man could extinguish. There would be shame afterward, shame and regret, but Rona would deal with those feelings when the time came. For now, all she could do was surrender and accept her fate.
Aeron thrust forward…
But he did not penetrate. Instead, his hardened shaft grazed across Rona’s vulva without entering. His smooth, heavy balls thumped against her body, and his tip reached almost to her belly button. Rona’s inner muscles clenched as she imagined how that huge member would have felt inside her.
Aeron pulled back and thrust again.
And again his hard arousal slipped against her without going in. He pumped his hips, stroking his rigid shaft against her wet folds. His tip brushed her clitoris, and they both moaned in unison as the most sensitive parts of both their bodies rubbed together, wet and swollen with lust.
“Does that feel good?” the Merc growled.
“No,” Rona lied. “No…”
“Oh yeah? Well, it feels pretty good to me.”
Aeron adjusted his grip on her body so that he was supporting her hips with only one hand. Then he brought his free hand around and gripped the base of his shaft, levering it down until his cockhead was grinding hard against her clit. His tip was drooling precum, spreading it all over her aching, pink bud.
“Come for me,” the Merc growled. “You know you want to.”
“No…”
Yes.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…
Aeron gripped her with both hands and started to thrust again (yes!) sliding the full length of his hard, wet cock against her clitoris (yes!) and his smooth, heavy balls were slapping against her bottom, the same way they would have done if he’d been inside her (yes! yes!) only he wasn’t inside, he was only rubbing himself against her (yes!) rubbing and stroking and sliding (oh God, yes!) And Rona raised her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, rubbing herself against him while he rubbed against her, begging for an end to her agony, begging for the release sheso desperately needed, begging for his release too, humping, thrusting, begging, dying.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
And then they were both coming together, Rona shuddering and screaming through her climax, Aeron grunting and gushing through his. Hot seed splattered across Rona’s erect nipples and flowed into the hollow between her breasts. It striped her belly and dripped down her ribs and pooled in the cup of her navel. The scent of it filled the air around them, salty and pungent and obscene. It was a long time before either of them finished, and when they finally did, Rona’s front was thoroughly stained with Aeron’s spend. She could hear it drip-drip-dripping on the metal floor below.
“Fuck,” Aeron grunted as the dregs of his orgasm oozed out onto her pubic mound. “Fuuuck…”
Something buzzed nearby.
“Hey boss?” Murdok’s tinny voice said through a speaker in the wall. “We’re in position.”
Aeron nodded, sweat dripping down his face and body.
“Acknowledged,” he said. “We’re coming.”
When Murdok replied, there was a snicker in his voice.
“Yeah, we heard.”
The intercom clicked off.
Rona flushed as she realized how much noise she had just made, how loudly she had moaned while she had climaxed and Aeronhad climaxed on her. She realized how she had begged for it, not with words perhaps, but with her body, with her voice.
Slowly, carefully, Aeron set her down on her own two feet again. Her legs were weak and wobbly. Cum dripped down her body like melted butter. Aeron pressed in close against her, and Rona felt that he was still fully erect and throbbing with male arousal.
He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.
Had Rona been in her right mind, she would never have accepted that kiss. She would have turned her face aside or pressed her lips together in a tight seam. But she was weak and exhausted and still half drunk from everything Aeron had just done to her. She parted her lips and let him plunder her mouth, rolling her tongue against his in a slow, deep kiss that seemed to go on forever. When at last the mercenary separated his lips from hers, she whined softly at the deprivation.
“Come on,” Aeron whispered gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up…”
He unfastened the shackles holding her wrists. Rona swayed and almost fell to her knees, but the mercenary caught her and held her upright.
