The manacles would be a bad idea in the mountains, freezing metal could peel off skin, so he’d left them off her—besides, she could pick their lock. Watching her closely would work as well for the next few days.
The road through this forest was getting overgrown. It was little more than a track. He surveyed the surroundings they passed. With the war on and martial law, bandits had become few. Of course if anyone dared to try robbing his band, they’d get a big surprise. He loosened his pistol in its belt holster, checked the hilt of his sword. All as they should be.
The laz rifle in the scabbard behind his right leg was within reach. Of her as well as him, but she’d not dare grab his weapons. Takk smiled. If she did, he’d give her a surprise.
And how awful was it that his mind magicked up a vision of him bending her over a log and paddling her ass?
He sniffed, which only made the nose plugs suck deeper into his nostrils.
In an attempt to ignore the rising hard-on, he adjusted the braids at his back, his belt buckle, and then, furtively, his pants.
If he hadn’t bought the packet of nose plugs he’d be smelling her. Avalon seemed oblivious to her effect. Tactical ACME nose plugs. They were supposed to be good against chemical gas attacks. The ridiculous Old Earth brand name had made him wonder if these would work. They did. He hadn’t smelled anything at the baths, or since then.
He’d be happy to get rid of her. A disruptive influence, yes. And Zo thought she’d heal his soldiers, make them forget the war? Whatever healing she might accomplish had three days left to go.
“Why are you the only one who refuses to fuck me?”
The unexpected question derailed his thoughts.
“What?”
“You heard me, sir.”
The sir was slurred and definitely insubordinate. Takk gritted his teeth.
“Because you’re just a slutty bitch in heat and a huleon. I don’t fuck those.”
“So you’re a racist, and you think this efsana condition I have is somehow voluntary? Yes, I remember the words that were said. Though things got vague last night.”
She stopped talking and wriggled on the saddle. In heat still then. Or uncomfortable remembering what she’d done? He didn’t care to find out which. Did not care, full stop.
“I didn’t ask for this,” she added quietly.
They both ducked to avoid a branch hanging low over the track and he grabbed her arm when she slipped sideways. Then let her go fast.
“I know you didn’t.” He did know, it was just... “You fucked up my soldiers. They’re obsessed.”
“Is that so bad?” Avalon sighed. “Yeah, I am too, with them. And I don’t know what to do.”
“You won’t have any worries soon. You’re going to be sold to Omage.”
She let out a derisory sound. “You think I will stay there? If you do that?”
“I know so.”
The security at most mauleon temples was pretty thorough. You didn’t leave until they said so, whether you were a devotee or a slave. His brother-in-law had worked at one. Omage had a reputation for being strict, though he’d never visited it.
“I’ll get over this efsana thing and be gone from there.”
“It’s baked into your genes. You’ll attract males repeatedly until one, or several, claim you. You’re a slutty bitch whether or not you want to be.”
Her petite growly sound had him smirking.
“And you’re a coward or... or something.”
Takk fisted her hair where it fell in a ponytail down her back—that pretty red river he’d been admiring. He dragged on her head, forcing her to look backward and up at him.
“You don’t get to growl at me or call me a coward.”
For a second or two she whined, then Avalon panted out a reply. “Then fuck me. What are you afraid of?”
“You’re in heat!” he hissed, shaking her. “Out of control. I’m not obliged to fuck you, girl.”
She frowned, in spite of her upside-down position. “What’s that in your nose?”
“Nose plugs. So I don’t smell your rutting cunt.”
“So that’s how you... Hah.” She opened her mouth, paused, then, “Fuck. You. Coward.”
He laughed then noticed his florse had come to a stop, and the others were ahead and waiting for him. Zo raised one sharp-edged eyebrow. Kon leaned on his florse’s neck. Timin just grinned. They thought this amusing?
She was glaring at him.
She thought it was somehow brave to screw her? The logic escaped him. Perhaps she goaded him for a reason other than cock? Takk shook his head.
“Gorram it.” He hesitated before untying a sack that carried his extra purchases, then he slipped off his florse.
He pulled Avalon off too and regained his hair grip on her even though she grumbled. “Time for some discipline. You stay here!” He waved at the three then headed for the forest with her in tow, stomping at first until he calmed. Further in, he could see it where the trees thinned.
Beneath a wide red-leaved tree where dead leaves crunched under boot, he stopped and stripped her damp fur coat from her, then pushed her chest to the trunk.
Breasts, actually. He stared at where they’d squashed to the bark and winced. Shut up, cock.
Takk pointed his finger at the girl. “Stay there. Move and this will be worse. Hands on the tree.”
When she immediately went to turn and protest, he shoved her back in place with his hand on her back.
“Avalon, do you know how hard I can paddle your ass?” Not that he had a paddle.
That silenced her, after one last twitch of her shoulders. Quivering with indignation, she waited.
He took a moment, letting his breathing settle, unbuckling the belt for his pants one-handed and slipping it free, slowly. “You don’t disrespect me. You don’t make announcements to me like you did. I don’t take orders from you. Hear me?”
After a sniff, she nodded, said a yes. A very curt yes, but he figured this wasn’t like punishing a soldier. His dominance only had to hold until Omage.
The discarded coat lay crumpled to the side. Already twigs, brown leaf fragments, and bark were stuck to the fur. Such a pity he’d wasted money on this girl.
“Good.”
Then he very deliberately pulled down her leggings and underwear, baring her cute ass to the cold air. He strapped her with his doubled-over belt for ten strikes. Not soft, not blindingly hard, but hard enough to make her bruise, and for her yelps to satisfy him.
Again, he said, “Good.” He dropped the belt on top of her coat, and stared at that lovely red ass with the darker marks that would likely go purple in the coming days.
“I don’t take your orders. Say it, girl.”
She inhaled then said it clearly. “You don’t take my orders.”
“But you obey mine.”
This time he saw her grimace but again she said the words, and he nodded.
“Good girl.” He used his boot to nudge her leggings further down her legs, spellbound by the curves he revealed. This was like unwrapping a nice present. “If I fuck you, it’s my decision. Take your feet out.”
She slipped off her boots, using her toes to pry them loose, then did the same with the leggings while he helpfully pinned them to the ground between her feet. If the others watched, he didn’t care. This was for him, not her, not them.
“Now the shirt.” She had on one Zo had brought from Timin’s relatives. Still large but it’d do temporarily. “Loosen your hair.” She did both, pulled off the shirt, and he undid the bra at the back and peeled it off her arms. Everything ended up in a neat pile on top of the coat.
The sun chose then to flicker a few rays through the above foliage.
Avalon all naked, for him, and lit up by the sun. It seemed as if fated, as Zo would say.
He held her by the neck again and stroked her back, watching the goosebumps rise, seeing the gold light reflect on the fine hairs. This was different from her telling him to fuck her,
because he didn’t plan to.
“Stick out that slutty ass.”
Slowly, she did this. Then he stooped, he went to one knee. He rummaged in the sack he’d brought and found the two items in there. No lube, but he knew she’d supply that. Already he could see wetness glistening between her cunt lips. Forbidden territory for him. No tasting.
Unfortunately.
He could imagine her on his tongue. The beautiful undulations of her pussy lips were just there.
No. Takk shook his head, bringing himself back to sensible territory.
With a grunt, he crept nearer, staying on one knee, and he shoved the first hefty item into her without any warning. Her sharp inhale, her rise onto her toes as he fucked her slowly with this enormous tentacle-like blue dildo he’d bought, her whole posture and her shaking legs, it said she was reacting. Efsana.
Males being close and wanting to fuck her seemed to trigger this quickly.
Noted. He smiled, loving how he had the control. She whisked it away from his mauleon brothers, but not him. He’d bought these and the nose plugs, hoping to see a way to use them that would not compromise him.
This was it.
“This is going in your ass.” He extracted the blue dildo, pleased at how it dripped with her slickness then, grinning, he stuck the pink one into her cunt. “Now this one is pink. Pink, say goodbye to Blue,” he murmured. “It’s dark and wet up inside her.”
“Heyyy,” she breathed.
“Shhh.”
Just to get her worked up some more he thrust Pink in and out a few times, then left it fully inserted. It was so tempting to kiss and bite this ass before him. He choked back the temptation.
“Fuck,” she said softly, to no one in particular.
Maybe to the tree. Her head was bowed low and he could see her pinched-shut mouth slowly open wide as she struggled with what he did to her.
“Close your fucking legs so Pink doesn’t fall out.”
He’d said that harshly, as if he’d swallowed gravel. It was excruciating not to put fangs to her, not to mark her. Not to fuck her.
When she’d done that, locking her legs together and trapping the pink dildo inside her, he began to work the blue dildo into her ass, Pink’s twin. This might be his favorite disappearing trick.
The last of it took a while to edge in but it popped in quite satisfactorily, made her jerk and gasp. And whine.
Definitely his favorite trick.
“There. Now you’re well plugged, turn around, let me see you. Keep those legs shut. If Pink falls out, I will be strapping your ass for another ten.”
Thrilling at this scene he’d created, he watched her turn—the slow reveal of her front, those pretty, bouncy tits, and the tiny triangle of hair decorating her mound. The pretty golden ring on her clit. The other cute indentation too, her belly button. He did crave licking her.
Might be that efsana thing trying to overcome him. Molecules of her scent could’ve sneaked past the plugs.
Takk sighed, studying her, evil-eyed, evil-minded. He could fuck her without actually tasting her. Once in the mountains, getting this naked would involve risking frostbite. Last chance to get a ride.
Again, as at the baths, little Avalon was sunken into a daze, and seemed unlikely to talk.
“I wonder if fucking you is enough to trigger a mauleon?” As if this were some intellectual curiosity he stood, legs shoulder-width apart, tapping his chin.
She didn’t answer, only waited with her palms on the tree trunk behind her, perhaps to stop herself from falling.
“Hmmm.” He reached down and toyed with one of her nipples, pulling on the ring then circling her areola, while watching her expression. The shudder as he kept toying with her, the flush on her chest, the way she trembled and watched his fingers... surely it would be easy to get her to come?
He pressed closer, leaned on her, with his arm locked across her neck, and he placed his palm over her mons area. Waited a mite of time, seeing her stir, wriggle her lower body sensuously. He placed his forefinger on her clit, then stirred it around and around, sometimes drawing wetness from her slit. Between her legs was a sodden, engorged mess.
Again, he circled her clit.
She began humping his hand, her eyes glazed, half watching him until another shudder took her, until she simply must try to force herself forward. He held her down though, arm over neck, lips curving upward.
Her breathing would become ragged, then it would cease and she’d stiffen, thrust herself. That was when he withdrew his hand—he would only tease her again once she calmed.
“This is who has the control, girl,” he murmured to her, letting his breath brush the side of her neck, because that too made her squirm. “Me, not you. I fuck who I want to. You want to be fucked in your pussy? Answer me.”
She gulped, shook her head until he clasped her jaw and stopped her.
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
Avalon shut her eyes, then slowly nodded.
He could simply come all over her. Takk tilted his head, thinking of how that would look. Nice, but there was another possibility he preferred.
“Good, because I’m not. You however...”
He toggled her clit and brought her close to coming again, with her striving to break free of his hold at first before she clutched at his arm where it barred her neck—as if it were an anchor. She pushed and clawed, while he squeezed on and massaged her clit, round and round, back and forth.
He was watching her, watching these intimate moments, enthralled in what he did to this huleon girl who thought she could order him about.
Here was a female about to come. The mewling she made was not a sound she’d ever make before him voluntarily.
Seconds later an orgasm exploded through her, making her breathing shut down, making her ram herself into his lower hand with startling force. His arm would have punctures from her little claws. Cute.
He smiled, supporting her when she seemed about to slide to the ground.
“Turn. Get down on all fours.” Takk wrenched her about and let her fall to her knees then onto hands and knees. He wriggled Blue from her ass, with her panting and crying out. Her breasts swung, her hands flattened, she was almost kissing the ground. That panicked squeaking when he’d pulled on Blue made him decide to break his vow not to fuck her, anywhere.
And also the look of her beneath him, trembling, having come because he’d made her do so.
He would do this, because he wanted to.
While he undid his pants and pulled out his favorite monstrosity, Takk kept her kneeling in the dirt and leaves. At the feel of his dick in his hands, he found himself groaning at the prospect of fucking her. His cock stirred to greater heights, growing harder than he recalled it could be. Half his fucking blood supply was probably in there.
Once in position behind her, he grabbed her ass cheek and aimed for her asshole. Conveniently it was still partly open from having Blue inside. Nice. He plunged in, sort of slow, sort of not.
Then he made himself pause. He wrapped a hand about the base of her neck and growled to her, told her his demand. “You took most of Kon. You’ll take all of me.”
She didn’t answer at first, no doubt preoccupied with how mauleon cock felt inside her ass, but then she nodded, her hair rustling through the dry leaves.
He commenced the fucking of her ass, again. Pulled out, then speared in.
The ecstasy of the slide and glide, of the pressure from her ass as he forced himself further. The vanishing act, part two, with his cock not Blue, it was multitudes of magnitude better.
He fucked her well, smacking into her, rocking her forward, building up speed and depth. He was ready to come in seconds, so he halted, panting, with the tip barely squeezed into that potent ring.
His cock pulsed in his hand, begging him, as it liked to, to get in there and finish this.
With her head turned to the side and leaves in her pretty tousled hair, Avalon was babbling; her hands were grabbi
ng at dirt and tree roots.
Takk took hold of both sides of her ass, and thrust.
And thrust again. The compelling rhythm of sex took over.
He grunted and ran in deep, held himself in her, counted to ten. Then he began again, fucking her, this girl who tried to order him about, to control him.
He held himself back until finally, finally, he could not...
The gush from him into her seemed unending. When she pushed her butt higher, he managed another small jet of cum, then another. The girl slid forward, resting her head on her outstretched arms.
For a hundred or so thundering heartbeats, he stayed within her, savoring the conquest.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Wait here.” Takk stalked away, leaving her curled on the ground, recovering, with his cum leaking from her ass. She hadn’t thought any of them, any mauleon cock, would ever entirely fit up there. Now she knew.
He’d said he’d done this for himself, not her, but...
She shivered, thinking back, remembering both him impaling her and that other time at the baths. Impaling, the word, had a certain feel to it. She shivered again, her pussy squeezing in, as an echo of what he’d done ran happily through her body.
Memories... Hah.
Yet, it was the sort of memory she wanted to keep. As with Kon, the pleasure had far outweighed the early pains. The orgasm had been mind-blowing with a dildo inside her as well. Slowly, aching somewhat, she raised herself into a sitting position.
Takk was returning through the forest, the shadows flitting across him. Quiet here except for the birds, but also cold.
The leaves in her hair and her clothes would surely take forever to remove.
And herself? How could she get clean? Shakily, she stood and looked down at the mess, brushing the bits of tree from her body but not the stickiness, pursing her lips.
When Takk arrived, she raised her palms. “How am I to get clean? I can’t ride like this.” You really should have thought. She held that accusation back, putting her hands over her ass protectively and frowning. He might smack her again if she said that.
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