Page 76 of Bull Moon Rising

“It doesn’t look shorter to me.”

I want to growl at her to trust me, to quit asking so many questions, but instead I simply tighten my grip on her arm and hurry her along. I know I’m rushing her, but I can let her yell at me when we get back to the dormitory. I know of far too many guild students who have been accosted by thieves on these streets after dark simply because someone thought they might have an artifact of value upon them. Stupid, but most thieves are stupid. Or drunk. Or both.

We turn down a second alley, only to see a crowd of people outside another tavern, and then I realize my mistake. It’s not a tavern. It’s a brothel.

Aspeth sucks in a sharp breath. “Are those…What…what are they doing?”

The musky scent of sex carries on the breeze, making my knot tighten at the base of my shaft. It’s an orgy in the street. I recognize it immediately. As the hand of the god falls more and more heavily upon his sons, the Taurians, we become far more hedonistic. It’s not uncommon for Taurians to use sex workers to slake their thirsts as the moon rises, and public sex just adds another titillating edge to things. It’s not surprising to me to see the multiple Taurians out in the alley with the brothel’s women. It likely started with just one Taurian looking to get relief from one of the women who ply their wares against the alley wall due to the crowd in the brothel. From there, it escalated with multiple other sex workers and males joining in until the alley seems full of writhing, rutting bodies and the wet slap of hips meeting hips.

At my side, Aspeth makes a strangled sound and immediately turns her back to them. “They’re in the street,” she hisses. “Fornicating!”

For some reason, her prissy words just piss me off. In less than two weeks, I’m going to be doing the exact same thing to her, just not in an alley. There’s no time left to be missish about things. “You should watch.”

The look she gives me is incredulous, her head jerking up. Her breathing is rapid and in the low light, I can see there’s a stain of a blush on her cheeks. “It’s not polite—”

“Damnpoliteness.” When one of the Taurians raises his head and looks in our direction, I step to the side and pull her into the shadows so we won’t get invited to join. She lets me tug her along, and I try to turn her around. She immediately tries to turn her back to the orgy once more, and I grab her and forcefully turn her around. I tighten one arm around her waist, pinning her against me, and with my other hand, I clamp her jaw in my grasp and force her head in their direction. “Look at them, Aspeth. This is as good an education as any as to what you’ve agreed to do.”

She whimpers, going still in my arms. Her breath remains quick, panting.

Holding her like this sets my senses on fire. I can smell all of her like this, erotic despite the oniony perfume. Her form is hot against mine,supple and firm. It makes my cock rise, and the sound of bodies slapping and the grunts of the bulls in the alley in front of us isn’t helping.

“I want you to watch,” I murmur in her ear. She trembles, and I hesitate. “Am I hurting you? Are you scared?”

Aspeth shakes her head as much as she can in my grip. She pants, and I follow her gaze to the nearest couple. It’s a Taurian who has a woman bent over, her hands on the wall in front of her. Her tits spill out of a low-cut corset, bobbing violently with the force of the thrusting Taurian behind her. Her skirts are piled up to her waist and the male has her by the hips, dragging them back as he works her over his cock.

“Watch them,” I croon into her ear, still holding her jaw. I nuzzle against her neck, and when she makes a strangled sound of pleasure, I realize that Aspeth is enjoying the sight of them. It’s her prudish upbringing that made her turn away.

That ends tonight. I want her to see everything. I want her to get a good fucking look. I want her to sate her curiosity because I want her to want this—want me—just as much as I want her.

I glance over at the male as he thrusts vigorously into the squealing woman. There are other couples twined together farther down the alley, but these two interest me. He’s giving her quick, shallow thrusts, and I realize why. The female he’s rutting reaches back and slaps at his hip, indicating that she needs a break, and he releases her, his wet, hard cock slipping free.

Aspeth trembles at the sight of it.

“He’s bigger than you expected, isn’t he?” I rub my muzzle against her ear, my hips grinding against her backside as I do. My cock is just as hard as the stranger’s, need making me ache. I can’t stop myself from pressing up against Aspeth, letting her know just how aroused I am. “That’s how big my cock is, little bird. I’m going to hollow you out when I take you, but I’ll make it so fucking good you won’t even care.”

She whimpers against my hand, and I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

The Taurian gestures and another female comes running forward, her bare tits bouncing. Her dress is falling off of her, and she’s clearly enjoying the attentions of multiple Taurians tonight. She immediately assumesthe position that the other female vacated, shoving her arse into the air as she plants her hands on the wall. There’s an eager expression on her face.

“He’s got a knot,” the exhausted woman tells her, leaning against the wall nearby. “Mind your cunt.”

Aspeth twitches in my grasp.

“It’s a bit early for that, ain’t it?” the first woman says.

“I like ’em” is all the new woman says, and gives her ass a cheeky jiggle. “Do as you like. I can take it.”

As the Taurian mounts her, I lean in close to whisper into Aspeth’s ear. “Some Taurians have the god’s hand upon them at all times. Those males are cursed—some say blessed—to have a knot at all times. He must be one of them. Can you see it?”

“I can’t see anything,” she whispers back to me. “It’s too bloody dark.”

I love that she sounds disappointed. I’d love to know what she’s thinking. If the thought of the male knotting the woman in front of him arouses her like it does me. Then again, a gentle brush of fabric arouses me right about now. I rock against her hips again and groan when she presses back against me.

“Describe it to me,” Aspeth whispers. “Please.”

“His cock is thick, engorged with blood.” I rub mine against her backside. “At the base, there’s a swelling that makes it thicker than usual, like a fist wrapped around the shaft. When I sink into you”—her breath catches and she trembles, and at the same time, the sex worker cries out with pleasure as the Taurian plunges into her—“I’m going to fill your tight cunt so full. Some women don’t like it, but it’s because they’ve not been prepared. I’ll make sure you’re soaking wet and hungry for it, Aspeth. You’ll want my knot, won’t you?”

“Please,” she whispers, her gaze locked on the rutting couple.

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