“A whore only gives a man pleasure. You’re going to give us a lot more than that. You’re going to give us offspring. Now start riding my dick like a good girl so I can fill your sweet little pussy with my cum.”
“Can you show me how?”
Aeron nodded, but not to Rona. He was looking over her shoulder again, the same way he had done a moment before.
Suddenly, she felt Zeth’s body against her back. His right arm curved around in front of her, and he touched her between her open legs, right above the place where Aeron was penetrating her.
“Do you like it when I touch your little clit?” Zeth whispered, working his fingertip in slow circles.
“Yes,” Rona answered, her hips rocking with the motion of the younger Merc’s stroking.
“Yeah?” he asked. “Does it feel good?”
“Mm-hm…”
He was rubbing her harder now, harder and faster, and Rona naturally altered her rocking to match his pace and pressure.
“Yeah, you want to come, don’t you? You want to come with Aeron’s big dick inside your tight little pussy.”
“Mm-hm!”
And then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, Zeth was gone. His body was no longer pressing against her back. His fingers were no longer touching her clit.
Rona whimpered at the sudden denial, but she knew how to fix it. She leaned forward until her clit was pressing against the hard lump of Aeron’s pelvic bone, and she continued to rock her hips, grinding herself into him.
“That’s it,” Aeron purred. “Just like that…”
The motion of Rona’s hips was causing the Merc’s hard cock to slide in and out of her pussy with short, half strokes. She felt his muscular body tensing beneath her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That feels fuckinggood. Don’t stop, woman. Don’t fucking stop.”
Rona didn’t stop. Her own arousal was growing stronger and hotter with every thrust of her pelvis. The man lying beneath her was a deadly killer, a warrior born and bred. He could easily rip her apart if he so desired. But for the time being, Rona was the one in control. She was the one making his muscles bunch and his back arch with pleasure. She was the one making his eyes roll back in his head.
She braced her hands against his chest and started to bounce up and down on his lap, sliding her pussy all the way up his hard shaft before slamming herself down onto him again. Skin clapped skin, and the air grew thick with the smell of sweat and sex.
“Come inside me,” she begged. “Please come inside me.”
Rona’s legs trembled with the strain. Her heart was pounding and her lungs burned, but she kept riding him, hard and fast.
“Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!”
Suddenly, Aeron took over. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up off of his lap, then he started to pound his cock into her from below. Rona braced her hands against the headboard for support while the Merc fucked her hard and deep.
The first few spurts of cum shot out of him with so much force that it hurt her, but she savored the pain, just as much as she savored the intense pleasure that followed. She screamed as she came, and her pussy contracted around him, milking him for the seed which he so generously provided.
When it was finally over, Rona turned her head to one side, and she saw that a knife was right there by her face, embedded in the headboard. It was the knife Zeth had thrown there earlier. The one he had used to sever her virginity. The blade was buried deep in the wood, just as Aeron’s hard cock was buried between her legs, sheathed inside her wet, aching heat. She gave the blade a kiss. Then collapsed on top of Aeron and started kissing him too.
She had never felt so exhausted in all her life.
Or so satisfied.
But she had a feeling she wouldn’t be allowed to rest for long. The other two Mercs were kneeling on either side of her, and when Rona reached out her hands to touch them, she discovered their cocks were still as hard as steel.
“We’ll let all that cum soak inside her for a minute,” Aeron said. “Then, when she’s ready, we’ll run the train on her pussy again.” He kissed Rona’s face and smiled darkly. “And this time,I’mgoing first.”
CHAPTER 22
It was well after midnight when the rain finally stopped, and the patrons began filtering out into the streets of Jeriko and the warm, acid-laced steam that hung in the air, scorching eyes and sinuses and lungs.
