Branded Captive (Wren's Song 1)

They didn’t smell of her family.

Yet that was where the grinning Toby put her down. Reaching for a pillow, he fluffed it and said, “Should this go here, or here?”

It should go in the garbage. Had Wren the strength, she would have grabbed it right out of his hands and thrown it out the door herself. The bedding wasn’t hers. It stank of male sweat and… rolling on her belly to take a deeper sniff, Wren found more than sweat marked the bedding.

Cum.

Someone had sprayed fresh seed all over the unwelcome things. The same scented seed that leaked from her pussy when she sneezed.

“Caspian and Kieran have never tended a female when they’re done; they just rush them back to the pen. I take good care of my things. Spoil them.” Toby set the pillow aside, grabbing a bottle from the piled supplies. Creeping over the naked girl, he gently rolled her to her back and gave her what might have been a charming grin if something off-putting didn’t hide behind his eyes. “Thirsty?”

A drop of water on her sandpaper tongue and Wren gulped for more. Toby held the jug to her lips, allowing her to guzzle at will, sweet as could be when she came up for air. He wiped her face, praised her, continuing the process until her stomach sloshed.

Sated, she flopped back, settling into fabric softer than any she could remember—right on the cusp of drug-laced sleep.

“What a playful ray of sunshine you are.” Water forgotten, hot, searching lips found her sternum, kissing a trail lower. “That’s right, smile for me. Lay back, thighs spread. Now, show me the sign for delicious.”

The man sat back on his heels, watching the flop of her arms and repeating it. “Like this.”

Wren made the sign for yes.

“How do you say no?”

She motioned with a lazy nod of her wrist, laughing so hard at his big stupid hands a wet squish of fluid leaked from her pussy.

“Look at the mess you made.” He palmed the bony protrusion at her hip, tutting as a creamy dollop continue to leak from her slit. “Someone has to clean up that dirty pussy, lick you all better.”

Too tired to pay him any more attention, Wren began to fade into the beauty singing under her skin—riding a high that had grown even stronger now that her thirst had been quenched—almost too euphoric to notice the slippery rasp of a spit-smeared tongue dragging over puffed flesh.

Groaning, she tried to turn away from the attention, but stronger arms prevailed.

Cracking open a lid, she found the shaved head of Toby tucked between her bruised thighs. He caught her eye, his tongue fully extended and covered in cream. Gazes locked, thoroughly wicked, he flicked up his tongue, the gob caught up into his mouth.

He made the sign for delicious.

She signed no. He signed yes.

Creeping over her where she sprawled, Toby pinched her jaw, easing it open in her daze to slowly drip the viscous mixture onto her tongue as if it were a special treat of rare candy.

Crude sounds of distress chirped from her throat until the flavor registered. Ambrosia, better than the chicken she’d devoured hours before. Caspian’s cum. Kieran’s cum. The spit of a man full of pheromones that spoke of virility. The three of them all laced with the sweetness of her slick.

Gobbling it down, licking at the source Wren swallowed all he offered, opening her mouth readily like a baby bird for more.

He obliged, sucking the fluids from her slit. Every drop relished with a mhhhmmmmm that buzzed against her and left Wren’s eyes rolling back.

Lick, suck, spit. Over and over, mouthfuls of slick-laced cum gathered into his mouth so he might share it with her. On it went until his tongue scoured her clean on the inside and nothing was left for him to drip into her waiting, open mouth.

“God, that was beautiful.” Lolling her head to the side, Wren found the brown haired, green-eyed man who’d comforted her watching from the door. Kieran sounded fully impressed as he spoke to his friend. “Even Rosie never took to your more deviant habits with a smile.”

A loud, final slurp between her thighs and Toby looked up, winking at his feast. “Still hungry?”

Snuggling down into covers that didn’t quite stink as bad as they had before, Wren nodded.

Kieran stepped closer, voice firm. “Don’t get carried away. Caspian’s going to want her mouth first.”

“You saw her nod. She’s hungry.” Kisses peppered her inner thighs, Toby chuckling before he took a nibble. “Aren’t you, sunshine? I got plenty you can swallow.”

He bit again, hard enough for pain to register past the drugs. At the sound of her yelp, Kieran flew forward and kicked the Third in the ribs.

Suction broke where teeth met thigh, and a snarling man jerked up his head to hiss. “I’m not done!”