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CHAPTER 8

T he pleasure was almost more than Rona could stand.

Her body was still weak from the brutal succession of orgasms Murdok had forced her to endure, and her legs would have already given out, had she not been bound to the wall hand and foot.

Her sex was still tender after her previous torture, and the touch of Aeron’s wet tongue against her hypersensitive lips was giving her a pleasure so intense it verged on pain.

“Stop it!” she gasped.

“Oh God, please stop…”

Aeron either didn’t hear or didn’t care.

Rona suspected it was the second option, though it could just as easily have been the first. Her voice was whisper-weak and barely audible over the hungry, slavering noises issuing from between her legs.

The mercenary was snorting and grunting wetly as he ate her, growling like a ravenous beast devouring its prey.

And that prey was her.

Specifically, it was the part of her anatomy that lay nestled between her legs.

The part which Aeron had been inspecting a moment ago, when he had discovered the truth about Rona’s sex life—namely, that it was nonexistent.

She had never been with a man before.

Not even once. There had been plenty who had tried over the years, but she had shut them all down, sometimes with words, other times with violence.

She had a feeling neither strategy would work now.

She was stripped, bound, and defenseless, totally at the mercy of her new owners.

“Please,” she whimpered, struggling feebly against her restraints.

“Oh my God, please …”

But Aeron was unrelenting.

He alternated between sucking and licking.

His lips pulled on hers like he was trying to give her a hickey down there.

His wet tongue worked between her equally wet folds, stimulating her sensitive flesh with his textured taste buds.

Her eyes began to water again, not from shame, but from the sheer intensity of what Aeron was doing to her.

They reminded her of the tears that came after knocking back a shot of strong liquor.

“ Please… ”

Down below, Aeron’s growling became a little less savage, the movements of his mouth and tongue more controlled.

He shifted his attention slightly upward, focusing all of his energy on her clitoris, first lapping with broad, flat strokes of his tongue, then sucking and licking her at the same time, drawing her hypersensitive nub between his lips and strumming it in a rapid tremolo style.

Rona could feel another orgasm brewing within her, threatening to explode at a moment’s notice.

Her body trembled violently.

Her muscles tensed in preparation.

She tilted her head back against the wall and squeezed her eyelids shut, sending hot tears rolling down her temples.

Aeron stopped.

Rona let out a gasp of shocked frustration.

Her body was humming with her unfulfilled release.

She dropped her head and glared through her tears at the big, naked brute kneeling before her.

He wasn’t looking at her.

His attention was directed at her feet.

With terrifying quickness, he lunged to one side and tore open the clasp holding Rona’s right ankle.

A half a heartbeat later, her other ankle was also free.

For a moment, her body sagged, supported only by the bindings holding her wrists.

Then Aeron’s powerful arms were hooking themselves beneath her shivering thighs.

The leather straps of her outfit creaked as he hoisted her hips, lifting her until she was horizontal.

His deadly eyes gleamed between her open legs.

“You are fucking delicious,” he snarled.

Then he began to devour her again.

His beard felt coarse and scratchy against the bare skin of her inner thighs, but his lips and tongue were soft and warm and wet against her most sensitive places.

He licked every inch of her with a savage intensity, until she was dripping wet with his saliva and her own leaking arousal.

His hands clutched her hips, and somewhere in the back of Rona’s mind, behind the swirling flux of sensations and emotions, she found herself wondering how many lives those hands had ended.

Hundreds? Thousands?

He could tear me apart if he wanted to.

He could split me in two.

Her hips started moving of their own accord, grinding her sex against the mercenary’s growling mouth.

Her unresolved climax returned with a vengeance, looming over her like a stormcloud.

No , she thought. No, no no …

And at the same time: Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Once again, Aeron released her at the last possible moment, leaving her pleasure incomplete.

It burned like fire between her legs and smoldered deep within her aching core.

She hissed in frustration and glared into Aeron’s faintly glowing eyes.

“I hate you,” she whispered.

The mercenary just smirked.

“Most folks do.”

He lowered her hips until her pelvis was level with his own, and she gasped as she felt the hard length of his erection pressing against her bare skin.

He dragged his hips back until his shaft had cleared her body, then he pressed forward again, nestling his tip against her dripping folds.

One quick thrust was now all it would take for him to be inside her.

This is it , Rona thought.

He’s going to breed me now.

In a way, she was almost grateful it would happen like this, while her body was thrumming with unfulfilled need.

It didn’t matter if the man was a bastard for doing this to her.

It didn’t matter if she despised her own weakness for desiring him in that moment.

All that mattered now was finding some relief from the agony burning inside her, an agony only a man could extinguish.

There would be shame afterward, shame and regret, but Rona would deal with those feelings when the time came.

For now, all she could do was surrender and accept her fate.

Aeron thrust forward…

But he did not penetrate.

Instead, his hardened shaft grazed across Rona’s vulva without entering.

His smooth, heavy balls thumped against her body, and his tip reached almost to her belly button.

Rona’s inner muscles clenched as she imagined how that huge member would have felt inside her.

Aeron pulled back and thrust again.

And again his hard arousal slipped against her without going in.

He pumped his hips, stroking his rigid shaft against her wet folds.

His tip brushed her clitoris, and they both moaned in unison as the most sensitive parts of both their bodies rubbed together, wet and swollen with lust.

“Does that feel good?” the Merc growled.

“No,” Rona lied. “No…”

“Oh yeah? Well, it feels pretty good to me.”

Aeron adjusted his grip on her body so that he was supporting her hips with only one hand.

Then he brought his free hand around and gripped the base of his shaft, levering it down until his cockhead was grinding hard against her clit.

His tip was drooling precum, spreading it all over her aching, pink bud.

“Come for me,” the Merc growled.

“You know you want to.”

“No…”

Yes.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…

Aeron gripped her with both hands and started to thrust again (yes!) sliding the full length of his hard, wet cock against her clitoris (yes!) and his smooth, heavy balls were slapping against her bottom, the same way they would have done if he’d been inside her (yes!

yes!) only he wasn’t inside, he was only rubbing himself against her (yes!) rubbing and stroking and sliding (oh God, yes!) And Rona raised her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, rubbing herself against him while he rubbed against her, begging for an end to her agony, begging for the release she so desperately needed, begging for his release too, humping, thrusting, begging, dying.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

And then they were both coming together, Rona shuddering and screaming through her climax, Aeron grunting and gushing through his.

Hot seed splattered across Rona’s erect nipples and flowed into the hollow between her breasts.

It striped her belly and dripped down her ribs and pooled in the cup of her navel.

The scent of it filled the air around them, salty and pungent and obscene.

It was a long time before either of them finished, and when they finally did, Rona’s front was thoroughly stained with Aeron’s spend.

She could hear it drip-drip-dripping on the metal floor below.

“Fuck,” Aeron grunted as the dregs of his orgasm oozed out onto her pubic mound.

“ Fuuuck …”

Something buzzed nearby.

“Hey boss?” Murdok’s tinny voice said through a speaker in the wall.

“We’re in position.”

Aeron nodded, sweat dripping down his face and body.

“Acknowledged,” he said.

“We’re coming.”

When Murdok replied, there was a snicker in his voice.

“Yeah, we heard.”

The intercom clicked off.

Rona flushed as she realized how much noise she had just made, how loudly she had moaned while she had climaxed and Aeron had climaxed on her.

She realized how she had begged for it, not with words perhaps, but with her body, with her voice.

Slowly, carefully, Aeron set her down on her own two feet again.

Her legs were weak and wobbly.

Cum dripped down her body like melted butter.

Aeron pressed in close against her, and Rona felt that he was still fully erect and throbbing with male arousal.

He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.

Had Rona been in her right mind, she would never have accepted that kiss.

She would have turned her face aside or pressed her lips together in a tight seam.

But she was weak and exhausted and still half drunk from everything Aeron had just done to her.

She parted her lips and let him plunder her mouth, rolling her tongue against his in a slow, deep kiss that seemed to go on forever.

When at last the mercenary separated his lips from hers, she whined softly at the deprivation.

“Come on,” Aeron whispered gently.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…”

He unfastened the shackles holding her wrists.

Rona swayed and almost fell to her knees, but the mercenary caught her and held her upright.

“Not now,” he said, smirking.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

“I hate you,” Rona whispered.

“I know.”

Then he scooped her up in his arms, like a groom with his bride, and he carried her out of the holding cell, still shivering and slathered with his warm, sticky seed.