Page 41 of Condemned

“She is an efsana. I thought as much from how she affected me and the taste of her. Now I’m certain. But because she’s never mated properly, she’s still changing. In a few days, it will hit her and us and anyone else who tastes her and maybe a few who smell her.”

“Efsana—that legend. This one? Zo... You mean—and I did taste her days ago. So that’s why—”

“Why your cock is twitching like it’s found a pot of gold and your balls are ready to explode, fuck, yes. Help me get her down.”

“If we tell Takk...”

“He might decide to get rid of her early, yes.”

“You think that all of us could... should?”

“Yes!”

While they’d been talking, her head had decided to spin off into space and so she’d barely followed the meaning. She wasn’t going to throw up but felt distinctly odd.

They released her hands from the overhead tie and carried her to what, from the prickles under her belly, was a bale covered by cloth.

One of them unlocked the manacles then relocked them to her wrists at the small of her back.

Those hands on her, the glance of sharp claws. And one of them was far too near her pussy. Awareness zeroed in, down, Avalon wriggled, straining to lift her butt from the bale, only to be held down by the two mauleons.

One was at her head end, the other behind her.

“Zo, why tie her, won’t she, like, enjoy this?”

“And do you think that might look strange? Even if Takk is ready to yank his sausage and Timin is leaning so far forward he will tip over any second.”

“Oh! Yes. I think he’s memorizing her parts. I see. Yes.”

“Here. Gag her with this.”

“I’ve got something better than a rag,” someone said.

That same someone shoved their cock between her teeth and they groaned loudly, even though her mouth wasn’t large enough to take much. Her teeth scraped on them, pressing into the hard-softness of mauleon dick. He backed away, leaving her gasping, her mouth an eager O.

“Not fair!” he hissed. “I’m going to come too soon, Zo. Swap. Give me her cunt.”

“Your problem,” Zo declared softly. “You think I’m going to do better? If she gets any wetter, I’ll need a paddle.” His fingers probed her, two, three, pushing, thrusting, going in and out with the gusto of a hot battering ram, and she could hear the squelch. “Maybe after.”

He stuffed his cock into her pussy entrance. Her eyes rolled up as she felt the impact and the thrust, the familiar epic squeeze as a mauleon with a far too large cock tried to enter her far too small hole. Tried to... and... was succeeding.

She arched, groaning, clutching at air with her fingers, her claws popping out of their sheaths from the stress, and wishing she could bury her face down low so as to present herself better. She needed him deep.

Then Kondio returned to her mouth and she was preoccupied as this one thrust and slid then the other did, rocking her, with her nipples, belly, and the fronts of her thighs being scratched as the hay stalks poked her through the cloth.

The bale rocked back and forth and both of them came when she did, her muscles pulling against the bonds of metal, at the straps on her ankles, and excruciatingly aware of the mauleon claws digging into her bottom, jaw, and hair. Ecstasy struck her senseless and she cried out, shaking. At the last moment, with the blood in her arteries thumping hard, she sucked in a huge breath and then collapsed limp over the bale.

Messiness spilled from her mouth, down her chin, and down her legs.

The distant curses made her wonder if something bad had happened to the mauleons who’d watched. Exhausted by the birching and the sex, Avalon smiled dreamily.

None of what had happened was right, her mind tried to tell her, but she shushed it, drifting as they freed her. Someone hoisted her into their arms and carried her away into the night.

“When do we tell them, Zo? And I think I near killed my cock. There’s teeth scrapes down it. I should do her ass next time.”

“Sure. Maybe. Eventually. We have to take this slow. We don’t tell them. Let me choose a time. Once in the mountains.”

“Okay. I should go rescue Timin. I think he fell off that stack of bales. Seems like he’s already smitten.”