Page 133 of Bull Moon Rising

HAWK

Mine.

Find Aspeth. Knot her. Claim her.

Fill her belly with your seed.

The thoughts echo and repeat inside my foggy mind. I’d had the presence of mind to grab both Magpie and Barnabus before they could escape and bound them together before hauling them down to the guild, but the Conquest Moon has now risen and I can barely think. I’m dimly aware that I’m still at the guild hall. Still listening to the order question both Barnabus and Magpie, and all the while, the hand of the god tightens upon my cock, my knot throbbing.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

I don’t have to look at the sky to know that the Conquest Moon is blazing across the heavens. I can feel it in every beat of my pulse.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

I move through a fog of red haze, my cock hard and throbbing. It’s intolerable right now, but by tonight, I’ll be insensible. I have things to do before I completely lose myself. I try to focus. I head to the nearest room and take myself in hand, imagining Aspeth’s creamy breasts spilling from her bodice. I come hard, milking my knot as best I can, but it rises just as quickly once more, leaving me unsatisfied.

Fuck. This is going to be a long day.

I grab a curtain and rip it from its moorings, using it to clean off the mess I’ve made. Normal-thinking Hawk would be horrified. ConquestMoon–crazed Hawk doesn’t give a fuck. I tuck my sensitive cock into my pants and make my way back to the guild magistrate’s office, where Magpie and Barnabus are being questioned separately.

Find her.

Knot her.

Fill her with your seed.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Rooster appears in the fog and I snarl at him. He backs up a step, but remains close. “It appears that Drop Thirteen has been collapsed.”

“She told you that?”Mine. Mine. Mine.

Find Aspeth.

Get her squirming on your knot.

“No. But we’ve done a cursory check of the drops and Thirteen looks as if it’s been tampered with. We had a man stationed there and he hasn’t reported back. This is terrible. Just terrible.” He peers at me. “Are your eyes…red?”

Mine. Mine.

Aspeth. Where is Aspeth?

Aspeth’s cunt clenching around my knot. Aspeth panting and rocking against me. The scent of her in my nose.

Find her.

Knot her.

“…going?”

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