Page 77 of Bull Moon Rising

One of the Taurians gets impatient when his partner leaves. He grabs the nearest woman—who’s being taken from behind—and shoves his cock into her mouth. She clasps his hips hungrily and he shuttles between her lips.

Aspeth makes a gaspy sound. “Is he…Are they…?”

“In her mouth, aye. Not his knot. Just sucking on his cock.”

“Ohhh…” She draws the word out in a long, gusty sigh. “Gods have mercy. I can’t believe we’re watching her.”

“You like the sight of it?”

She whimpers, and I think she does. “It looks…so big.”

“Aye, but you can take it.” I stroke my thumb against her soft jaw. “Your mouth won’t fit everything, but you can just lick a cock like a treat. Like she’s doing.” A new sex worker arrives to the group and immediately drops to her knees, licking at the exposed sac of the Taurian fucking the woman’s mouth.

Aspeth moans, the sound soft and yearning. “But…are you sure it will fit inside me?”

Ah, the age-old question of virgins everywhere. “Aye, I’ll fit in your cunt, Aspeth. With my scent in your nose, you’ll get slick. Slicker than you’ve ever been. It’ll ensure you can take me. I’ll ease into you gently at first, getting you stretched around my cock.”

She moans, the sound soft and yearning, and her hips rock against mine. I thrust against her backside again, and then because it feels so good, I keep doing it. I’m using her to rub myself off, but I don’t fucking care and I don’t think Aspeth does, either. I keep grinding against her plump backside, the rustle of fabric as I thrust betraying our actions.

“When I come, my knot swells. I’ll be trapped inside your pussy, locked there until I’ve flooded you with my seed.” I let my hand fall from her face and cup her between her thighs. She gasps again and then rocks against my hand. “You’ll come so hard, over and over.” As the woman in the alley cries out and the Taurian’s hooves clack against the pavement, I suspect he’s doing just that. I’m not looking at them any longer, though. I’m too focused on Aspeth’s heavy-lidded eyes, the part of her lips, the hunger on her face. I drag my fingers over her clothed pussy, rubbing, and love when she bites down on her lip, her eyes fluttering closed.

“And I’ll make you feel so fucking good,” I promise her. “I vow it, Aspeth. Because I like to watch you come. I like to watch it too damn much.”

“Please,” she whispers again, her eyes closing. “Make me come right now.”

I groan, and any shred of control I had disappears. I turn Aspeth until she’s pressed to the stone wall of the alley, against an armorer’s stall. Her cheek presses against the stone as I tilt her hips out and mimic theposition of the couple we were watching. Her little whimper excites me, as does the spreading of her thighs. She’s still fully clothed—as am I—but it doesn’t matter. I push her thighs farther apart and then thrust against the juncture there.

Aspeth moans, the sound encouraging me.

I push up the front of her skirts and rub harder against the bloomers she wears underneath. I’m not sure if this’ll feel as good for her as it does for me, but if she needs more, I’ll give her more. I shove my hand into the front of her bloomers and seek out her clit. Her cunt is soaked, slippery with arousal, and I drag my fingers through it before circling her clit. She jerks against the wall, gasping, and I rest a finger against her clit, then drive into her from behind, letting the momentum of our bodies do the work for me.

“Gods,” Aspeth whimpers, shuddering against me. “Oh gods.”

“They’re watching us, just like we were watching,” I tell her with ragged breaths. “Give them a show, little bird.”

When she comes, quaking against my fingers, I lose it. I burrow against her, driving between her thighs as if sheer force can somehow tear the layers of clothing between us and let me sink home into her cunt. I buck, holding her in place and using her as she trembles, my breath so hot and heavy that it steams the air around us. I’m so lost in the moment that when I come, it’s surprising to feel the heat soak my pants instead of shooting into her. My thighs shiver with the force of my release, and my tail lashes so hard that it smacks the wall next to her.

I collapse over Aspeth, pinning her against the stone as she gulps in deep breaths. A quick glance over at the orgy shows that the couple we were watching is still there, the male with a sated expression as he rubs the sex worker’s shoulders. He looms over her, their hips joined, and as I watch, he reaches up and squeezes her tit, enjoying the moment.

Unlucky bull. What must it be like to have a knot every day? To be constantly grasped in the insistent fist of lust? To know that every time you take your female, you’re trapping her under you? Old Garesh must truly test those that he places his hand upon.

Then again, I can’t complain about how he’s treating me. I ease off Aspeth, catching my breath, and adjust the now-wet crotch of my pants against my throbbing cock. I want to pull Aspeth against me and cradleher tight. I want to lick the taste of her off my fingers and savor making her come again. I want to drag her to the nearest bed and lap between her thighs for hours.

But then I’m reminded that we don’t have hours, because she needs to sleep. We’ve been running her ragged with drills and training, and instead of resting…Aspeth has spent her time sneaking off to meet someone.

Someone she won’t tell me about.

It’s like cold water poured over my ardor. I shove her skirts down and step away, but the small, vindictive part of me can’t help but lean in as she adjusts her clothing. “Let that be a lesson for you.”

Her huff of outrage tells me that my comment stings her pride.

TWENTY-FOUR

ASPETH

5 Days Before the Conquest Moon

Iyawn as westand in line at the guild hall, ignoring Gwenna when she elbows me. I know what she’ll say. It’s my fault I was up so late. And it was. The past few days of training have left me so exhausted that I should be sleeping like a babe. But I couldn’t fall asleep last night. Too many things were racing through my mind.

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