Page 10 of Condemned

She shut her eyes, opened them, allowing him a beautiful view into her soul, or so it felt to him. Such a pretty color blue. Mauleons were rarely blue-eyed.

“Tell me.”

How to put this nicely? There was no way he could think of. “You will agree to obey us if we get you away safely. You will share the bed of any of us that choose you, until the day we sell you.” Even that made her pale. “The priests at Omage are asking for humans. They are a religion of love and will no doubt wish to whore you out as a reward for their followers, or use you on the altar while they pray, but you will be alive.”

“Some religion,” she scoffed, surprising him. Humor at this moment? “Obeying you could lead to anything.” She gulped then said softly, “Me with any of you might kill me.”

The blush reddening her face was cute.

“How do you think huleons are made? The largeness of our cocks is no barrier to sex between human and mauleon. It is possible, with care.” The dildo he aimed to use on the spear was smaller than any one of them. Takk smiled. “However, it is true that my demand for your obedience is open-ended and could lead to many outcomes.”

Smart girl. Her reply led him into new ideas, into dire temptation—into thinking of things he could tell her to do. To him.

Her blush deepened and she shook her head. “This is crazy and yet, yet I—”

“Have little choice. But you do have some. Choose death or choose what I offer.”

He waited for her to think this through, to feel her way through what must be a muddle of emotions.

Perhaps he should’ve asked himself more questions? Perhaps. It was done. They would sell her at the end because it was the only wise choice. They could not keep her. In home territory, everyone who saw a human girl in their hands would add up the facts.

They would sell her. He followed rules. Except the stupid bureaucratic ones. Rescue girl, let the men have their fun, sell her, go home. Yes.

“Yes.” The girl echoed him.

“Good. Then this is what we will do. And what you will do.

“We have to put on a show. Once outside we will surround you, concealing how we add a blunt dildo to the spearhead. Also concealing the bursting of a bag of blood to make spectators think we pierced your flesh. You must scream. Okay?”

She nodded, with those eyes so wide he wondered if she was blinking at all.

“I have a flask of liquor to help you appear overcome by the wound. You will drink it all. If it renders you unconscious, do not fear for you will be tied upright. This will also help prevent the spearhead from cutting through the dildo since it will take your weight... “

He continued on, describing the plan and trying not to stare at her lusciously curved body. So many things could go wrong with his plan. He detested bad plans.

She was small yet enticing. If he didn’t know better, he would think some torm pheromones and chemicals were affecting his desires.

If ...

She is huleon, not pure.It was one thing to aid her, another to fuck her. He might be kind but he should not lower himself to the point of letting a human or huleon share his bed. Even if his erection had another opinion.

What did humans call it? A boner? Well, he had a boner to rival a god’s, and he wanted it gone. Watching Kondio stick his in her would be curious to endure.

“Have you ever lain with a mauleon?”

“What?”

And there came that blush again.

“No. I have not!”

Her indignation amused him.

“Then we may have to do something to get you to take this dildo. Turn and pull down the clothing covering your ass.” What was the name her race used? Underwear? Panties? “Your panties.”

After a long few seconds where her hands appeared to massage the floor, she turned.

“Actually, you will remove all your underwear.”