"Which one of you wants a dead one?"

"Me." Muscles wasted no time, throwing his food to the side and getting to his feet. "I thought you didn't want her until later,” Charming handed Jawline another steak, “guessing you’ll want another one then.”

"Ahem." Muscles stopped dead in his tracks, his excited stride steamrolled by the call to attention. “Forgetting something?” Pulling a hunting blade from his pocket, he smirked, “fine,” before handing it to Viking.

Strolling through the bush and coming across her lifeless, battered body brought joy to his heart. What a gift! He surveyed her first, rolling her over and exposing her face. Touching it gently, he slid in between her legs and thrust his hard cock inside her.

With him almost drooling on her as she woke up, she let out a small whimper, grabbed onto his shirt and closed her eyes again. “Look at me.” Opening her eyes and looking up, they made eye contact for the first time.

“I’m slitting your throat when we’re done with you.” Fear overcame pleasure and she started to fight back. Towering over her and pounding as she helplessly clawed at him and the ground around her.

“What hope do you have?” He tore his shirt off, throwing it away and screaming, “look at me!”

She had no hope, she didn't want any; his glorious masculine frame exuded more confidence than his personality did. “Come on, I won’t even try. Go.” He relaxed, pinning her down with his cock and watching as she struggled to free herself. “See… you’re hopeless.”

His hand wrapped around her throat, her hand slowly gliding up and wrapping gently around his. Taking his cock, she let out a soft moan.

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