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CHAPTER 20

M urdok always got a kick out of showing a woman his scars for the first time.

Not the ones on his face or his body.

The ones down below.

His manhood scars.

The first reaction was always horror, perhaps even disgust. Murdok certainly read both of those emotions on the face of the woman lying on the bed in front of him now.

He was not offended.

Not even slightly. It was a look he’d seen a thousand times before, and it always changed.

Always.

That change was the part Murdok really enjoyed.

The part when the initial shock began to wear off, and the horror gave way to curiosity.

The part when a woman stopped worrying about what his cock looked like, and started to consider how it would feel .

The scarring was extensive, and it ran the entire length of his member.

Thick hypertrophic rings encircled the shaft, giving it a deeply ribbed texture, and the glans was studded with dozens of hard nubs designed to stimulate a woman’s deepest and most sensitive places.

It wasn’t pretty, but it got the job done.

Kind of like Murdok himself.

He pulled his pants all the way off and tossed them aside.

Then he crawled across the bed toward the naked, trembling woman.

Her eyes had the look of prey, and Murdok could tell she wanted to run, but she thought better of it and held her ground admirably.

She was probably remembering the way he and Aeron had held her down so Zeth could have his way with her.

She’d learned her lesson then, and she’d learned it well.

She knew she was going to take all three of their dicks, whether she wanted to or not.

It seemed she still hadn’t made up her mind about that, but Murdok was confident he could make her come around.

He could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.

So could his scars.

“Turn her over,” he growled.

“I’m gonna hit it from behind.”

The Mercs worked as a team, flipping the woman onto her belly.

Then Murdok grabbed her around the waist and lifted, forcing her onto all fours.

It was the same position she’d been in a few minutes ago when Aeron had spanked her.

The woman’s ass was still ruddy from that punishment, but now it was also glazed with cum.

Zeth’s cum.

Murdok wasn’t squeamish about touching his teammate’s jizz.

Not even a little. He grabbed the woman’s ass without hesitation, and started to rub the stuff into her skin like lotion.

The woman gasped softly and the muscles of her back bunched with tension.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“No,” the woman answered.

Her voice was almost breaking with pleasure.

Murdok laughed.

“Liar.”

He thrust forward slowly, not entering her yet, just gliding the top of his shaft against her vulva, letting the washboard of his scars rub against the erect button of her clitoris.

She moaned and leaked in response.

“Oh God,” she whispered under her breath.

“Oh my God…”

Murdok smirked.

Among the tribe in which he’d been raised, the scars were a sign of manhood, inscribed when a male reached the age eighteen.

The scarring was performed by a wise woman, and various herbal stimulants were employed to allow a male to remain erect during the process.

If, at any point, he cried out in pain, his manhood would be considered forfeit.

Murdok hadn’t made a peep.

A few months later, the Mercs had come to take him away.

Guild surgeons had offered to “repair” his cock for him, but Murdok had refused.

Why would he want to give up such a gift?

Murdok continued to thrust his hips, dragging his textured shaft back and forth against Rona’s clit, and she began to roll her hips, grinding herself even harder against him.

Soon, her little body was quivering and shaking, signaling on oncoming climax.

Murdok brought her right up to the precipice, then stopped.

The woman whined at her unexpected denial.

She turned her head and glared at him over her shoulder, her eyes fierce and full of defiance.

Murdok just grinned…

and worked his tip between her folds.

At first, the tip was all he gave her, sliding it in and out of her hole with short, shallow thrusts.

Then, when he sensed she was ready, he let her feel everything, sliding into her slow and deep.

The woman held her breath as he entered her, but when he finally bottomed out, she let it go in one long, shuddering exhalation.

Murdok swiveled his hips, not thrusting, but simply stirring his cock within her, lightly caressing her cervix with his scar-studded tip.

The woman moaned and squealed in response.

“You like that,” Murdok said.

“Don’t you?”

The woman said nothing.

Her face was turned away from him, but he could easily imagine her defiant scowl.

She would never admit her pleasure with words, but he could make her admit it in other, more primal ways.

“I asked you a question,” Murdok growled.

“Do—You—Like—That?”

With each word, he thrust into her hard and deep, and with each thrust, the woman cried out in obvious pleasure.

The walls of her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his cock in a hungry, needful embrace.

“Fuck,” Murdok said, chuckling.

“You don’t just like it… you love it.”

“I hate it,” the woman answered, panting hard.

“And I hate you too.”

“Oh yeah?”

With his cock still buried deep inside her, Murdok lowered himself down against the woman’s bare back.

Her skin was slick with sweat and fragrant with pheromonal need.

He curled one arm beneath her body and cupped one of her breasts, testing her nipple.

“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.

“Fuck you .”

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.