“Correct,” Zeth said, reaching down to fondle the big sacs hanging from the base of his shaft. “I want you to shave my balls for me. It will make it feel better when you suck on them.”
“But… I’ve never done it before. Especially not with a knife like this. What if I cut you?”
Zeth smiled calmly. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Rona could hardly believe what she was hearing. Just yesterday, she had stabbed this man repeatedly. Now he was trusting her to use a blade on his exposed privates. Either he was extremely foolish or extremely confident—and Rona was pretty sure he was no fool.
She sank to her knees in front of him. His hard cock was right there in her face, huge and jutting.
The canister of shaving foam was still on the side of the tub where Zeth had placed it earlier. Rona set down the dagger and filled her hands with a good amount of the thick, white cream. Then, very carefully, she began to work the lather over the mercenary’s scrotum. His balls felt huge and heavy in her hand. There was no hair on the shaft of his penis, and therefore no reason to apply the shaving foam to that part of his body, but there was a part of her that wanted to do it anyway, just to see what it would feel like. She wanted to tug on it and stroke it. She wanted to make it—
God, what iswrongwith me?Rona thought.
She dipped her hands into the water and washed them clean. Then she picked up the dagger, and prepared to shave him.
“Here,” Zeth said gently. “Let me help you.”
For the first stroke, he guided her hands, turning the blade just so and sliding it across his lathered balls, revealing a strip of clean, hairless skin.
“See?” he asked.
Rona nodded that she did.
He released her hands and let her do the rest on her own. After a few strokes, she got the hang of it. She cradled his balls in her left hand and shaved them with her right, all the while trying not to get distracted by his massive erection, which was pointing right at her head like a loaded gun.
“Um… you said you would tell me something about yourself,” she said.
“What would you like to know?”
“You said you weretechnicallya bastard. What did you mean?”
“I was born and raised on Almalex-9, an old and wealthy planet ruled by aristocrats. My father—or mystepfather, I should say—was the head of a once great family that had fallen from its former glory. He hired the mercenaries to eliminate some of his rivals. Since he didn’t have enough money to pay for the killings up front, the Mercs offered him a discount… in exchange for one night with his wife.”
Rona stopped shaving and looked up at the big, naked warrior towering over her.
“He let them havesexwith her?”
“He didn’t just let them do it. He watched. At least that’s what he told me one time when he was in his cups. Anyway, I was the spawn of that coupling. Or perhaps I should call it an octupling. There were seven Mercs involved.”
Rona swallowed a gasp. Seven? God, she was getting off easy with only three.
She dropped her eyes back to Zeth’s pelvis and continued shaving him. She had already finished one side. Now she started on the other.
“So um… how did you end up becoming a mercenary?”
“Didn’t Aeron tell you?” Zeth asked. “It is the way of the Guild. Whenever a team of Mercs impregnates a woman, they allow her to raise the child until he is of age. Then the Guild will collecthim so that he may begin his training. In my case, I remained on Almalex-9 with my father’s family. After the assassination of his enemies, his fortunes improved, so we were able to live a fairly lavish lifestyle.”
“It must have been hard leaving that behind.”
The big mercenary laughed. “Are you kidding? I couldn’t have been more overjoyed. The blood of the Mercs flows in my veins. I am a natural born killer. It’s what I was bred to do.”
“Great,” Rona mumbled. “And now you’re going to knock me up with a little natural born killer of my own.”
The Merc gently stroked the top of her head.
“Do not be troubled,” he said. “Being born to the Mercenaries Guild is a blessing, not a curse. It is a dangerous life to be sure, but it is also a life full of excitement and adventure, a life free from the fear of death. It is a good life, perhaps even the best.”
He smirked.
