She was probably remembering the way he and Aeron had held her down so Zeth could have his way with her. She’d learned her lesson then, and she’d learned it well. She knew she was going to take all three of their dicks, whether she wanted to or not.
It seemed she still hadn’t made up her mind about that, but Murdok was confident he could make her come around. He could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.
So could his scars.
“Turn her over,” he growled. “I’m gonna hit it from behind.”
The Mercs worked as a team, flipping the woman onto her belly. Then Murdok grabbed her around the waist and lifted, forcing her onto all fours. It was the same position she’d been in a few minutes ago when Aeron had spanked her. The woman’s ass was still ruddy from that punishment, but now it was also glazed with cum.
Zeth’s cum.
Murdok wasn’t squeamish about touching his teammate’s jizz. Not even a little. He grabbed the woman’s ass without hesitation, and started to rub the stuff into her skin like lotion. The woman gasped softly and the muscles of her back bunched with tension.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“No,” the woman answered. Her voice was almost breaking with pleasure.
Murdok laughed.
“Liar.”
He thrust forward slowly, not entering her yet, just gliding the top of his shaft against her vulva, letting the washboard of his scars rub against the erect button of her clitoris. She moaned and leaked in response.
“Oh God,” she whispered under her breath. “Oh my God…”
Murdok smirked.
Among the tribe in which he’d been raised, the scars were a sign of manhood, inscribed when a male reached the age eighteen. The scarring was performed by a wise woman, and various herbal stimulants were employed to allow a male to remain erect during the process. If, at any point, he cried out in pain, his manhood would be considered forfeit. Murdok hadn’t made a peep.
A few months later, the Mercs had come to take him away. Guild surgeons had offered to “repair” his cock for him, but Murdok had refused.
Why would he want to give up such a gift?
Murdok continued to thrust his hips, dragging his textured shaft back and forth against Rona’s clit, and she began to roll her hips, grinding herself even harder against him. Soon, her little body was quivering and shaking, signaling on oncoming climax. Murdok brought her right up to the precipice, then stopped.
The woman whined at her unexpected denial. She turned her head and glared at him over her shoulder, her eyes fierce and full of defiance.
Murdok just grinned… and worked his tip between her folds.
At first, the tip was all he gave her, sliding it in and out of her hole with short, shallow thrusts. Then, when he sensed she was ready, he let her feel everything, sliding into her slow and deep. The woman held her breath as he entered her, but when he finally bottomed out, she let it go in one long, shuddering exhalation.
Murdok swiveled his hips, not thrusting, but simply stirring his cock within her, lightly caressing her cervix with his scar-studded tip. The woman moaned and squealed in response.
“You like that,” Murdok said. “Don’t you?”
The woman said nothing. Her face was turned away from him, but he could easily imagine her defiant scowl. She would never admit her pleasure with words, but he could make her admit it in other, more primal ways.
“I asked you a question,” Murdok growled. “Do—You—Like—That?”
With each word, he thrust into her hard and deep, and with each thrust, the woman cried out in obvious pleasure. The walls of her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his cock in a hungry, needful embrace.
“Fuck,” Murdok said, chuckling. “You don’t just like it… you love it.”
“I hate it,” the woman answered, panting hard. “And I hate you too.”
“Oh yeah?”
With his cock still buried deep inside her, Murdok lowered himself down against the woman’s bare back. Her skin was slickwith sweat and fragrant with pheromonal need. He curled one arm beneath her body and cupped one of her breasts, testing her nipple.
