Page 25 of Condemned

“So, um. I found out I was good at stealing. I knew the ways in, the locks, how people liked to guard their wealth. I’d lived a rich life even if I wasn’t allowed h—allowed to live with Uncle.”

“You rebelled. Not unexpected. Go on.”

Rebelled? She hadn’t really sensed any future for herself after school. Nothing had lain ahead.

“I stole and one day I was caught. Uncle found out. He had me trained in fighting, weapons, map reading, how to enter and exit cleanly to get a target.” She sucked in a breath through her nose, recalling the harsh training. How she’d been hurt to make her go faster, learn faster, achieve better results.

She’d let them train her, figuring she had no choice, same as she had none with these mauleons. The tree canopy above swayed against the sky. Here she sat and probably he mocked her inside, despite all his—

She gasped, looked down.

Zo touched her below. His finger stroked between her legs, bumping over and around her clit, massaging her, then his other hand gripped her arm, keeping her still, balanced. Heat prickled, tingled, rose up her body. She could feel every part of her flesh livening and wishing him to keep doing what he did.

Her clit plumped as he toyed with it.

“They taught you to steal better. Keep talking.”

“I...” She stared at his finger, felt the dig of his claws in her bicep then one sneaked out and stirred her clit, slid along to her pussy lips. His claws were huge, long, and sharp. The nasty versions of what she possessed.

He stroked her there with his claw. Avalon shuddered, her mouth opening.

“Talk or I’ll fuck you with my claws out.”

Oh. Oh, shit.

She made herself concentrate. “Uh. Okay. I...” Though she couldn’t help wriggling, she spoke. “One day, they came to me, said I’d been sentenced in absentia at court to fifteen years in prison for my thieving. They gave me this mission. Do it or else.”

“More.” His claws locked onto her pussy lips, pinning them together, inserting pain, heat, and the knowledge that this mauleon could rip her there if he so chose to.

He wouldn’t but he could, and she so wanted, needed to be fucked. A whine broke from her as another claw toggled her clit. She held her breath, found her body jerking, thighs closing onto his.

“Ohhh. F—”

A minor climax had ravaged her and she stalled, head lowered, huffing. It was over all too soon and left her unsatisfied.

“Closer.” Zo beckoned and this time he had hold of one nipple ring. Not enough force to make her but enough to satisfy that part of her that said no but yes, but no. He held the base of his cock. “You can tell me about that flare on the roof and that mouse, once you’re seated.”

His eyes twinkled with what she imagined to be both threat and laughter.

Bastard mauleon.

She swallowed, knowing she was going to obey. Troubled by her crumbling willpower, yet craving impalement on that monstrosity of a cock, she inched forward along his thighs with her legs. When she was close enough, he dragged her nipple ring downward until she bent at the waist and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

Hands still fastened at her back, she swirled her tongue over him. To her surprise he tasted... good.

After the rankness of the mauleon scent before, this made her wonder. Was she changing? Was he? She sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as possible and Zo growled. So she bit, lightly. Or had the stream washed away enough that... She sucked, licked, bit harder.

Another growl erupted from Zo. Startled, she sat up and found him lifting her by the waist.

“Did I say bite? Punishment,” he said, smirking, as he shoved her down onto his cock.

She sank in... oh, gods, her mouth gaped wide as he opened her, split her below.

“Your cunt likes me.” He bit her neck, as if in revenge, and jerked himself upward, penetrating, sliding. “Going in more than Kon. Mmm.”

He jerked again, pulled her down onto him.

So fucking rigid. Her pussy tried to crush inward onto him and failed, pulsing. There was pain also, sharp twinges, for the stretching couldn’t help but cause some. She ducked her head, groaning as the pain was swamped by lust.