Page 81 of Condemned

Again he jolted her with a hard thrust. “What-do-you-want? Say cock and I’ll be kind.”

Her eyes fluttered open. She stared at him, and him with his arm between her legs almost in her cunt. Her bent over like a bar melted and hammered on by a blacksmith. Thighs straining. Cunt straining.

He grinned mercilessly.

The high priest had literally begged him to take her back. The money they’d paid had been paltry to appease his brother priests.

Mouse-bot and that other bot-that-fucked had been allowed to exit already. It was puzzling.

“Say it.” He shook her throat.

Something weird was forcing the temple into this. He’d figure it out later. Once he scratched this itch the way he wanted to. By fucking her in these chains.

“I... I want Zo.” Her eyes widened and a firm stare hit him. “He’s bigger than you.”

At her annoyingly bratty challenge, he laughed, low and somewhat evilly. He hoped.

They both knew it was a game. A sexy thrilling game that would likely get her used so badly she might have trouble walking afterward.

He considered her, roving his gaze over her quietly. Not a word from him unless it fucked with her head. “I really need to buy some of these chains for the farm. My barn has nice high beams. I can tie you to those so we can use you in between herding, plowing, sowing seed, branding. Branding makes some critters scream. Especially ones with delicate girly skin.”

“Oh.” She hit her upper teeth with her tongue tip, let it hover there a second. “Takk...”

“Yes? Maybe you should think about your answers better next time.”

Her mouth formed an O.

He chuckled. Her eyes narrowed and he was sure she was wondering if she dared annoy him again.

“Think before you curse.” He nudged a claw into her chin.

His hard-on grew harder, threatening to poke a hole in his pants. Takk ripped open the fastenings there, let it out, grabbed his cock and stroked it before he leaned over her.

Eyes fixed on hers, he entered her. First time in her pussy and his throat tried to stop him breathing. In... deep, deeper, and her panting then seizing up, and him thinking fuck, this is good. Never had a female been so in tune with him, so aroused, so wet that her pussy made noises with every move he made inside her.

He fucked her into the stone, his hand pinning her throat. “Lucky you’re flexible.”

Avalon voiced no complaints this time and he bit her neck, her tits, the underside of them, and right over both of her nipple rings. Made her make this sweet mewing noise, like he’d stunned her, sent her into the heavens. He jammed himself deeper, balls squishing, and she arched. Nailed by his cock, pussy juices slicking onto his dick and balls, she pushed herself up.

Against his bulk, she went precisely nowhere.

He outweighed her, had her at throat and cunt, and he worked his cock, rotating himself a bit to the left, a bit to the right, as if he were screwing himself into place, permanently.

When she was crying out desperately, he thrust at her, smacking in, jangling the chains.

One second, she was squirming and whining, and the next second, ready to come on his cock—judging by how she’d gone rigid and rocked deep and stuck herself there.

Knowing it’d interrupt her on the verge of an orgasm, he pulled out of the stricken girl.

He unsheathed his claws and sank them into her neck, pricking her.

She panted and panted then glared.

“As if I’d let you come when you want to.”

After unraveling the chain, he made her sprawl on the floor and blanket, spread-eagled, pussy open to his view, and smacked her thigh when she tried to close her legs.

“Mine. Remember? Answer.”