“Hard as a fucking bullet,” he purred.
He pinched and pulled, the same way he’d done when he had searched her yesterday in the holding cell. She moaned in response, and her pussy fluttered around his ribbed shaft.
Murdok slid his hand down her belly and touched her clit. It was every bit as hard as her nipples, and even more sensitive. When he pinched it, the woman bucked and yelped in response. He began to fuck her again, sliding his cock in and out of her body with slow, deep strokes. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear.
“You may hate me,” he whispered, “but your pussy is madly in love with my cock… and the feeling’s fucking mutual.”
The woman turned her face toward his, her eyes filled with something truly deadly.
Their mouths came crashing together then, hard and violent and hungry. Murdok pulled her body upright with his own and clasped both of her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as he kissed and fucked her. The woman growled into his mouth. She snarled and bit. Her nails dug into his flesh like she was trying to rip the skin off his body.
Then, suddenly, she pulled back with a gasp.
A ruby drop welled on her lower lip. She had cut herself on his fangs. She licked the blood, then moaned and caught her lip with her teeth.
“Careful,” Murdok warned. “Don’t get too carried away.”
“Fuck you,” she whispered.
“No,” Murdok whispered back. “Fuckyou.”
He shoved her down hard on the bed and started to pound her from behind, fucking her hard and deep, spanking her bottom with his pelvis, slapping her clit with his balls. The woman screamed as he ravaged her. She cursed. She pushed back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, not begging for his seed, but demanding it.
Murdok forced her to climax three times before he finally gave in and joined her, coming harder than he’d ever come in his life. The first gush filled her completely. The second overflowed. It took a dozen more for him to empty himself, and even then, he wasn’t truly empty. He could keep going for days if he wanted to, but he had his teammates to think about. He had to share.
With his cock still throbbing inside her. Murdok leaned down and kissed the woman’s sweaty back, her shoulder, her neck. Then he kissed her mouth, which she presented willingly.
“Don’t get it twisted,” she whispered. “I still hate you.”
“I love the way you hate me,” Murdok replied.
He kissed her again, and she moaned softly as her pussy flexed around him, obviously savoring his scars.
“Don’t go getting too comfortable,” he told her. “You’ve still got one more cock to satisfy…”
Then he pulled out.
CHAPTER 21
Rona shuddered as Murdok’s cock slid out of her.
That cock, like the man it was attached to, was a monstrous looking thing, covered from top to bottom in scars. Rona could scarcely believe it was possible to derive pleasure from something so hideous, but she had—and it had all but broken her.
Now, as Murdok exited her body, the brutal ribbing of his shaft abraded Rona’s inner walls one final time, and the sensation nearly made her climax yet again, as if she hadn’t already done enough of that for one evening.
Then came the gushing.
As had happened before with Zeth, a huge amount of semen came flowing from her pussy. It spilled out of her, all hot and viscous, dripping down her thighs like honey, staining the satin sheets like sin. Rona gasped at the sensation, and her face burned with a shame that she was starting to enjoy almost as much as the pleasure itself.
“My turn,” a voice growled from the head of the massive bed.
Rona darted her eyes in the direction of the sound. It was Aeron. The lead Merc was sitting naked with his back against the headboard and his hard cock gripped tightly in his fist. He lifted his other hand and flexed his trigger finger, giving Rona a “come-here” gesture.
She didn’t just see that gesture with her eyes, she felt it too, as surely as if Aeron had inserted his finger into her pussy and stroked that special, tender spot on her front wall.
How? How could she need him so badly? After the way the other two Mercs had just bred her, she should have been exhausted, but there was something inside her that demanded more, something that would not be satisfied until she had experienced all three of them.
Rona crawled across the bed on hands and knees that were no longer her own. Her body was moving of its own accord, driven by something deeper than desire, deeper even than instinct.
