Page 52 of Condemned

“Nothing, yet.”

“Ha!”

But he stood, still wrestling with right, wrong, and this terrible need to fuck her no matter which this was.

Doing with her.As if he could do whatever he wanted to. Like he was her god, and the others too—Kon, Zo, even Captain Takk. Perhaps they were. There was the question—should he do anything with her?

Her desire was a compulsion.

He could create compulsion in himself, by swallowing some of her pussy wetness. Was it the answer for him—to even things up?

“Last night, after I heard what she was, I asked around, found someone who knew the local wise man.” He’d found the mauleon he wanted only a few doors down from the tavern. The drenkeeg as he was called in the old language. Only this wise man had a computer—a rusted, scratched, cracked piece of junk that worked when the generator was cranked up.

Timin took the bottom hem of Avalon’s stained tunic, raised it high, and drew it off over her head. Next, he undid and removed her bra, amused she let him do it with zero protest. He stood adoring the beauty of her breasts.

Because... tits. He cupped them, gently lifting them, entranced by their softness and weight. Watching her face, he brushed his thumbs beneath her areolas.

The slow, sultry closing of her eyes and the way she pushed out her chest was enough to convince him.

He should take what she offered.

Any other mauleon would. The bad ones would cast her aside afterward; he would not.

“And?” Takk prompted.

What had they been saying? He sorted through the conversation. “He has a computer. The town techie tinkers with it, keeps it running. He found efsana on the old database. They’ve always been rare.”

He stooped to tug off her leggings, slipped them from her dainty toes. The panties he removed last.

“Naked girl. Mmm.” He kept his voice quiet, afraid he might stir her to greater awareness. Touching her body drew sighs from her. She nuzzled his arm, nibbling him, turning when he urged her. “They’ve also always been huleon. It wears off after a week maybe, or a bit less. According to Zo, she’s been changing for days. Haven’t you.”

It wasn’t really a question and she didn’t answer it.

Her eyes were glued to his, her nipples shrinking to taut buttons, her ass squirming about as she summoned him to fuck what lay between her legs. She was ripe and in the middle of this efsana change. At the peak even. Her resisting the lure of a male must be nigh impossible.

He could have her, no questions.

Takk smiled a hard smile. “Be sure of this.”

They both knew this meant Timin fucking her.

With the tips of his fingers, he traced from her upper spine to her nape then he gathered her lush scarlet hair into one hand. He fisted it and pulled her into him, smiling at her frantic squeak and long shivery exhale. That back of hers, gods, where it ventured downward to swell into the hills of those ass cheeks, and that ass of hers rubbing on his cock through the cloth.

She waggled that ass again. He’d swear his cock could read every dip and hill of her body, even with his pants in the way.

This was fucking agony but the good sort.

Releasing her, he shucked off boots and clothes then kissed the top of her head. “I can smell her, and you know that’s weird. I think maybe she’s the only scent I can detect. A proper taste will likely trigger me.”

“Dangerous, see. She’ll haul you in, a big fish caught on her pretty girly hook.”

“And you, Takk?” He raised his head while keeping a firm grip on her neck. “Here you are, Captain Logical, sitting in a closed room with her, ready to watch me wash her down. That perfume Zo used will be gone.”

The frown said the captain had forgotten the result of washing her. Clean girl, perfect pheromone scent.

Which of them was the lure, which the master?

In some ways it was her. But her magnetism to males was automatic and out of her control.