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CHAPTER 19

R ona bolted upright on the bed, her wide eyes fixed on the knife in Zeth’s hand.

“What is that for?” she asked.

Zeth smiled sweetly, an innocent angel’s smile.

“We have to break your seal.”

“My seal? ”

It took Rona a moment to understand what the young Merc was referring to.

As soon as she did, a jolt of adrenaline sent her scrambling backwards across the bed.

Before she could get very far, Aeron and Murdok were there on both sides of her, holding her firmly in place.

“Do not be afraid,” Zeth said, kneeling on the bed in front of her.

“It will only hurt a little. Far less than the traditional method…”

With his free hand, he gripped his hard cock and shook it.

“This is a blunt instrument,” he said.

“It can only tear you. But this…” He held the knife up in front of his face.

“This will be much cleaner.”

Rona clenched as she stared at the weapon.

The damn thing was so big it would have looked like a sword in the hands of an ordinary man.

The blade was broad and serrated near the base, but the tip of it tapered off into a crescent as thin and sharp as a talon.

The steel was polished to a mirror finish, and Rona could see her own horrified expression reflected back at her.

Zeth licked the end of the blade.

Then he turned it over and licked it again.

“He’s cleaning it,” Aeron said.

“With his spit?”

“We Mercs have antiseptic nanites in our saliva,” he explained.

“It will also help stop the bleeding and make it heal almost immediately. Now just lie back and relax. It will all be over in a moment.”

So that was why Murdok had kissed her cut.

The Mercs guided Rona down onto the bed.

As soon as the knife had come out, she had closed her legs.

Now the Mercs pried them open again.

Zeth moved into position.

Rona squeezed her eyes shut and clutched at the sheets.

Her heart was in her throat.

“Good girl,” Zeth’s voice purred, so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin.

“Now, I need you to hold perfectly still.”

Rona could feel his fingers between her legs, carefully spreading her labia.

Then his tongue was there, licking her inside and out, coating every inch of her with his saliva.

Rona’s body wanted to buck and writhe with pleasure, but the other Mercs’ hands kept her pinned in place.

“ Perfectly still ,” Zeth whispered.

For a moment, Rona felt nothing.

Then…

The young Merc had told her true.

It didn’t hurt very much at all.

She could feel something , but it wasn’t pain, not exactly.

Only a kind of loosening, an opening, and then a trickle of something hotter than Zeth’s saliva or her own seeping arousal.

Zeth kissed her between the legs again, working his tongue inside her before finally pulling back.

“It is done,” he said.

Rona opened her eyes.

Zeth was kneeling between her open thighs, all smooth skin and hard muscle.

The knife was still in his hand, but now the very tip of it was tinged with scarlet.

He threw it, and the blade embedded itself deep in the expensive wooden headboard behind her.

Rona gasped, then gasped again as the young Merc fell upon her and mounted her.

“Be gentle,” she whimpered.

“ Please .”

He was, for the most part.

He didn’t enter her all at once.

He took his time with it, teasing her with his tip until she blossomed for him fully.

It hurt a little when he started to go deeper and her walls stretched around him, but her need was more important than the pain.

She spread her legs as wide as she could, begging him to go deeper still.

He accepted her invitation and pushed farther inside, until there was nowhere left for him to go.

He held himself there, not moving, just letting her feel every magnificent inch of him within her, hot and pulsing with desire.

He brought his face in close and brushed his lips against hers.

“Do you feel how hard you make me?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” Rona murmured.

“It feels… good.”

Zeth bowed his face and kissed her slow and deep.

He kissed her until her lungs ached for air, but Rona didn’t want him to stop.

She wanted to drown in that kiss, wanted to drown with this gorgeous man’s hard cock buried deep inside her.

When he finally separated his lips from hers, she whined like a spoiled child.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered.

“And you feel even better.”

He pulled his dick back slowly, letting it slip against her wet inner flesh, letting her feel every detail of his anatomy, every contour, every vein.

He pulled back until only his tip was still inside, then he plunged it into her again, filling her completely with his throbbing heat.

Rona dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned.

“Fuck me,” she gasped.

“Fuck me, fuck me…”

And he did, slow and steady and deep.

With every thrust, his tip kissed the deepest part of her, mingling his wetness with hers.

He was naked inside her, raw and unprotected, with nothing to separate his body from hers, nothing to shield her from the consequences of what they were doing.

That should have scared her, and maybe it did a little, but it excited her too, each dangerous thrust stoking a fire that was burning hot and wild within her.

She could feel her muscles contracting around him, trying to suck him even deeper inside, milking him for the climax her body so desperately needed.

Not her climax, but his.

The thing he had done all over her face in the bathroom.

The thing she wanted him to do inside her now.

“Come in me,” she begged.

“Please, I want you to come …”

“You first.”

The Merc changed his angle of attack, driving the head of his cock up into the front wall of her vagina, targeting a tender spot that Rona hadn’t even known she possessed.

The effect was immediate and intense.

She didn’t even have a chance to brace for the climax.

It hit her like a bomb going off, brutal and big.

Her whole body shook with the force of it.

She screamed and screamed and screamed.

And then, through the fog of her coming, Rona was dimly aware that Zeth was coming too, coming inside her, hard and deep, flooding her pussy with the liquid warmth of his semen.

It was pumping out of him and into her, gushing against the deepest part of her, against the entrance to her womb.

“Take it,” Zeth growled.

“Take my seed. Take it all.”

She wanted to, but it was so much more than her pussy could ever hold, and she overflowed long before Zeth ran out of ammunition.

It flowed out of her and oozed down her ass in thick globs.

It pooled beneath her on the sheets, all sticky and warm.

“Not bad,” Aeron said beside her.

“The woman can take a cock,” Murdok agreed.

Rona’s whole body blushed, from the roots of her sweat-damp hair, all the way down to the tips of her curled toes.

She’d been so lost in the throes of her passion, she’d actually forgotten there were two more men there watching her.

Two more deadly killers who were going to fuck her and breed her and fill her with their cum.

“She can take a cock,” Zeth said, pulling out of her.

“And she can take a load as well. Just look at that beautiful cream pie. So… who’s next?”

Rona lay back, struggling to catch her breath.

She felt like she had just run five miles uphill.

She felt like she could sleep for a week.

She felt half dead.

“Wait,” she gasped.

“Please… I need to rest.”

“You can rest later,” Murdok said.

“Right now, it’s breeding time.”

His belt and fly were already unfastened, and now he pushed his pants down his thighs.

When Rona saw the thing that came springing out, her heart stopped, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.