Rona took her lips off Zeth long enough to catch her breath.
“But only your dicks,” she whispered. “Only your three dicks.”
“That’s right,” Aeron said, gently pushing her face back down into Zeth’s lap. “Our three dicks, and they’re only for you. Youown them, woman, the same way we own you. That’s our pact, and now we’re gonna sign it with our seed…”
The Mercs picked up the pace, pumping her harder and faster.
Rona could scarcely believe it was really happening. Three men were inside her at the same time. Three hard and brutal men. They grunted like animals as they used her. Their bodies were drenched in sweat.
It was Aeron, the leader, who finished first, filling Rona’s ass with an eruption of sticky warmth. His orgasm set off a chain reaction of pleasure. Rona’s pussy flexed in response, milking Murdok’s hard cock, and the scarred Merc exploded a second later, painting her insides with his seed. The sensation of two men coming inside her was enough to trigger Rona’s climax, and her soft, wet moans were more than Zeth could handle. He unloaded into her mouth, and when she couldn’t swallow any more, he finished on her face.
When it was over, Rona was absolutely dripping with cum. Dripping from every hole. It felt so dirty, so good.
The three Mercs held and stroked her as she caught her breath. They owned her now, body and soul. She was theirs to use, theirs to protect, theirs to breed and impregnate. Rona smiled.
She was in good hands.
EPILOGUE
“Overwatch, do you have eyes on the target?”
Rona leaned forward in the pilot’s seat, her eyes glued to the display in front of her. In addition to the bird’s-eye-view that she used for most missions, this time she also had access to an array of smaller images running across the bottom. These images were coming from the security cameras inside the building her teammates were currently infiltrating. A few minutes earlier, Zeth had hacked the camera system to stream directly to the ship. He’d also set it up so that the guards in the security station would be seeing a loop of old images. That way they wouldn’t see the other Mercs stalking.
But such a ruse would only work for so long. Eventually, someone in the security station would finally notice. That meant Rona and her guys couldn’t drag ass. They needed to work fast.
Rona quickly scanned her eyes over the security camera images. They showed the interior of a large and lavishly appointed penthouse condominium. Two big foyers with elevator access, one for the north side of the building, one for the south. A spacious living room area with a sunken lounge in the center. A kitchen where an entire team of chefs were currently hard at work preparing dinner. A bedroom where a trio of expensive-looking prostitutes were snorting neurocaine off a mirror.
And there, in the southeast quadrant, was the target.
Robert Dietrick was a lithe, athletic man who appeared to be in his late thirties, though Rona knew from reading his dossier that he was closer to seventy-five. His youthful appearance andphysique had nothing to do with clean living. Rather, they were the result of numerous plastic surgeries, bionic augmentations, and nanotech treatments—luxuries which he could afford thanks to his numerous and diverse business investments.
At the moment, Dietrick was doing laps.
“Got him,” Rona said. “Indoor pool, southeast quadrant. Continue straight until the end of the corridor, then left. Be advised, there are two guards waiting around the corner.”
“Acknowledged.”
Rona watched as Aeron advanced on the map, his body a bright-white heat signature moving down the length of the corridor. Murdok was right behind him, covering his sexy rear.
Without taking her eyes off the map, Rona turned her head slightly so her lips could reach the large straw positioned beside her head. She took a big slurp of the smoothie she had prepared just before the mission. Banana, peanut butter, oats, and honey all blended together with milk. It was ice cold and absolutely delicious.
And of course, her three mates had flavored it with some of their own thick cream. The touch of saltiness balanced out the sweetness of the honey perfectly.
The fact that Rona was enjoying a little snack while performing her overwatch duties was in no way indicative of laziness on her part. Quite the opposite, in fact. These days, she was hungry all the time. Having some nutrients on hand was an absolute necessity for keeping her mind sharp and focused.
On the map, Aeron and Murdok reached the corner and paused.
“Two guards?” Aeron asked.
“Affirmative,” Rona answered. “Looks like they’re talking. You should have no trouble taking them both down before they even know you’re there.”
“Let’s see…”
Rona watched as Aeron quickly rolled past the corner and fired two short bursts from his rifle. The suppressor on the end of the barrel swallowed most of the sound. The guards painted the wall behind them with their blood, then slumped to the floor.
“Two down,” Aeron said. “Where to next?”
Rona brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. She’d been letting it grow for the past eight months, and now it was at that annoying stage where it was still too short to tie it back, but long enough to get in the way. Still, she liked the way it felt when her guys pulled it, so she decided to keep letting it grow.
