“Uh-huh,” Rona murmured. “It feels… good.”
Zeth bowed his face and kissed her slow and deep. He kissed her until her lungs ached for air, but Rona didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to drown in that kiss, wanted to drown with this gorgeous man’s hard cock buried deep inside her. When he finally separated his lips from hers, she whined like a spoiled child.
“You taste amazing,” he whispered. “And you feel even better.”
He pulled his dick back slowly, letting it slip against her wet inner flesh, letting her feel every detail of his anatomy, every contour, every vein. He pulled back until only his tip was still inside, then he plunged it into her again, filling her completely with his throbbing heat. Rona dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me…”
And he did, slow and steady and deep.
With every thrust, his tip kissed the deepest part of her, mingling his wetness with hers. He was naked inside her, raw and unprotected, with nothing to separate his body from hers, nothing to shield her from the consequences of what they were doing. That should have scared her, and maybe it did a little, but it excited her too, each dangerous thrust stoking a fire that was burning hot and wild within her. She could feel her muscles contracting around him, trying to suck him even deeper inside, milking him for the climax her body so desperately needed. Not her climax, but his. The thing he had done all over her face in the bathroom. The thing she wanted him to do inside her now.
“Come in me,” she begged. “Please, I want you tocome…”
“You first.”
The Merc changed his angle of attack, driving the head of his cock up into the front wall of her vagina, targeting a tender spot that Rona hadn’t even known she possessed. The effect was immediate and intense. She didn’t even have a chance to brace for the climax. It hit her like a bomb going off, brutal and big.Her whole body shook with the force of it. She screamed and screamed and screamed.
And then, through the fog of her coming, Rona was dimly aware that Zeth was coming too, coming inside her, hard and deep, flooding her pussy with the liquid warmth of his semen. It was pumping out of him and into her, gushing against the deepest part of her, against the entrance to her womb.
“Take it,” Zeth growled. “Take my seed. Take it all.”
She wanted to, but it was so much more than her pussy could ever hold, and she overflowed long before Zeth ran out of ammunition. It flowed out of her and oozed down her ass in thick globs. It pooled beneath her on the sheets, all sticky and warm.
“Not bad,” Aeron said beside her.
“The woman can take a cock,” Murdok agreed.
Rona’s whole body blushed, from the roots of her sweat-damp hair, all the way down to the tips of her curled toes. She’d been so lost in the throes of her passion, she’d actually forgotten there were two more men there watching her. Two more deadly killers who were going to fuck her and breed her and fill her with their cum.
“She can take a cock,” Zeth said, pulling out of her. “And she can take a load as well. Just look at that beautiful cream pie. So… who’s next?”
Rona lay back, struggling to catch her breath. She felt like she had just run five miles uphill. She felt like she could sleep for a week. She felt half dead.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Please… I need to rest.”
“You can rest later,” Murdok said. “Right now, it’s breeding time.”
His belt and fly were already unfastened, and now he pushed his pants down his thighs. When Rona saw the thing that came springing out, her heart stopped, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
CHAPTER 20
Murdok always got a kick out of showing a woman his scars for the first time. Not the ones on his face or his body. The ones down below.
His manhood scars.
The first reaction was always horror, perhaps even disgust. Murdok certainly read both of those emotions on the face of the woman lying on the bed in front of him now. He was not offended. Not even slightly. It was a look he’d seen a thousand times before, and it always changed. Always.
That change was the part Murdok really enjoyed. The part when the initial shock began to wear off, and the horror gave way to curiosity. The part when a woman stopped worrying about what his cock looked like, and started to consider how it wouldfeel.
The scarring was extensive, and it ran the entire length of his member. Thick hypertrophic rings encircled the shaft, giving it a deeply ribbed texture, and the glans was studded with dozens of hard nubs designed to stimulate a woman’s deepest and most sensitive places.
It wasn’t pretty, but it got the job done.
Kind of like Murdok himself.
He pulled his pants all the way off and tossed them aside. Then he crawled across the bed toward the naked, trembling woman. Her eyes had the look of prey, and Murdok could tell she wanted to run, but she thought better of it and held her ground admirably.
