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CHAPTER 16

“Y ou want me to lick your blood?” Rona asked incredulously.

“No,” answered Zeth.

“ You want to.”

A surge of heat filled Rona’s whole body, hotter than the soapy bathwater in the tub where she was kneeling.

She was tempted to spring to her feet and punch the cocky bastard right in his gorgeous face, but she didn’t.

For one thing, she knew she would only end up hurting her own hand.

And for another thing, she knew that he was right.

Her eyes fell from the mercenary’s perfect face and slid down his perfect body until they finally came to rest on the perfect cock jutting proudly from between his legs.

It was right in front of her, only inches from her lips.

His balls were smooth and wet from Rona’s recent shaving.

There was a small stripe of red on one side where she had nicked him, and the blood had run.

A single ruby droplet hung from the bottom of his sacs, trembling.

Then it let go and plipped into the water below.

Zeth was right. She wanted to taste him.

She’d wanted it from the moment he had taken his shirt off, exposing all of those hard muscles and smooth skin.

When he’d taken his pants off and stepped into the tub with her, she’d wanted it even more.

It was so wrong, so dirty…

but nobody would ever have to know.

Nobody would have to know anything that happened between her and the Mercs.

Sure, the people in her village would know what had happened when she came back knocked up.

But Rona had already made up her mind not to live there anymore.

She had the shares of stock Aeron had given her, and soon she would be able to sell them for many times their current value.

She would be rich. She could live anywhere, and nobody would know her dark secret.

Nobody but her… and the Mercs.

She could live with that.

Rona placed her hands on Zeth’s muscular thighs and leaned toward him.

His scent was stronger down between his legs, and it enveloped her senses like an invisible cloud of desire.

Her mouth salivated in response.

The hard shaft of Zeth’s cock brushed against her cheek as she leaned in to kiss the place where she had cut him.

She licked away the blood.

It was warm and coppery on her tongue.

Above her, Zeth hissed softly.

Rona kissed his cock next, even though she didn’t have to.

She started from the base and worked her way along the hard length of his shaft.

It took a total of ten kisses before she finally reached his tip and tasted the precum that was leaking out of him.

It tasted good.

God, why did it taste so good?

Rona teased his urethra with the tip of her tongue, begging for more of that warm, sticky nectar.

Zeth gave it to her, and Rona moaned with enjoyment as the salty-sweet fluid spread across her taste buds.

Then she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started to suck.

Zeth purred softly and caressed her head.

“Damn,” he whispered.

“I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but I was wrong. You look so perfect with my cock inside your mouth.”

Rona blushed and took him deeper.

His shaft slid into her mouth, warm and smooth.

It was thick and heavy on her tongue, and she could feel it swelling and contracting with his pulse.

Her own pulse quickened in response.

She could feel it thumping at the base of her throat.

“A little deeper,” Zeth whispered above her.

“There you go. Oh fuck, that feels gooood .”

He drew the last word out in a long, slow groan that set Rona’s skin on fire.

She began to bob her head, sliding her circled lips as far down his shaft as she could go without gagging.

Once or twice, she took it a little too deep, and she had to pull away, gasping.

Then she leaned forward again and sucked him even more hungrily than before.

“So good,” Zeth growled above her.

“So fucking good.”

The mercenary’s words of approbation sent a rash of goosebumps rippling across Rona’s bare skin.

Her nipples felt as hard and erect as the cock that was filling her mouth.

Her pussy throbbed.

She wasn’t just sucking the Merc’s cock.

She was pleasuring him with her mouth, and he was actually enjoying it.

The muscles of his thighs were tensing and twitching beneath her fingers.

His breath was growing ragged and tight.

She was controlling his pleasure, controlling it with her mouth, her lips, her tongue…

And it felt fucking amazing.

Rona gripped the base of Zeth’s exposed shaft and stroked him while she sucked, spreading her saliva over the parts of him her lips could not reach.

With her free hand, she fondled his clean-shaven sacs, squeezing and massaging his heavy balls.

He spilled more of his precum onto her tongue, but it wasn’t enough.

She needed the real thing.

She needed to taste it.

She needed to feel it sliding down her throat.

She pulled back, flushed and desperate.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she gasped.

“Please.”

“That can be arranged,” Zeth purred.

“But it’s going to happen on my terms.”

Rona didn’t have to ask what those terms were.

She already knew. The Merc would accept nothing less than her complete and total submission, and she had no choice but to give it.

She made no attempt to pull away from him when he took her head between his hands and slid his hard cock into her open, waiting lips.

He used her then, slow and deep, thrusting into her mouth as if it were her pussy, mating with it, fucking it.

His tip was all the way down her throat, tripping her gag reflex, but she didn’t resist, she let it happen.

She let the tears flow down her cheeks, let the saliva spill from her circled lips, let the man’s smooth, heavy testicles slap-slap-slap against her chin.

“That’s it,” Zeth grunted.

“Take that dick like a good girl. Take it nice and deep…”

Rona answered him with wet, wordless sounds.

The Merc drove himself into her one more time and held it.

Then he shoved her head back, and she came off him gasping.

Thick strings of saliva and precum stretched between her lips and the glistening pink head of his cock.

“Keep your mouth open,” he demanded.

Rona obeyed. She opened wide and stuck out her tongue in preparation.

The Merc gripped his cock in his fist and began to jerk it frantically.

His sacs tightened against the base of his shaft in anticipation of his hot release.

Here it comes , Rona thought.

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes…

Someone cleared their throat at the far end of the room.

Startled, Rona turned her face to look, and she saw Aeron standing just inside the doorway of the bathroom, watching.

Murdok was behind him, leaning against the door frame, grinning from ear to ear.

Then Zeth was coming.

Hard. With Rona’s mouth out of alignment, his seed gushed all over her face instead.

She cried out and shut her eyes as he painted her with his hot, thick cream.

It went everywhere. In her hair, on her skin.

It ran down her face and dripped into the bath.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of it.

Above her, Zeth grunted like an animal as he rang the last few drops onto her naked breasts.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed “Oh fuuuck… ”

By the door, Aeron laughed.

“Hell, kid. When I told you to bathe her, I didn’t mean with cum. Get her cleaned up and bring her into the bedroom. We have some important matters to discuss.”