Harvest: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance

by Piper Stone

  Her face flushed, a warm pink turning into a vibrant rose color dancing across her cheeks. “I don’t think you want to do that. I certainly learned my lessons in the past.”

  I didn’t want to ask her about her past, but I could see pain in her eyes. Two entirely different species with the same fears and concerns. I nodded and moved toward the bathtub, finally turning off the water after a few minutes. She disappeared, leaving me to myself. I considered racing to the door, praying that it was unlocked, but I knew better.

  After undressing and grabbing two towels, I slid into the tub, surprised how quickly the hot water soothed my aching joints. The pull of the plug positioned solidly in my ass as well as the continued stinging from my spankings actually gave me a smile. I splashed the water, giggling until another dose of reality set in. Tonight, I’d be taken in the most brutal manners by not one but three aliens. I’d seen cocks before, but I’d heard about the makeup of the Centurions. They had an extra special gift, if that’s what you could call it, an addition to their main shafts. Even the other girls in the colonies told wild stories about how their cocks expanded, their tips growing to twice their size. I couldn’t imagine being stretched to that degree, so filled, but my pussy clenched at the thought.

  Eyeing the razor, I grimaced even at the thought of being forced to shave. No hair. I’d never shaved between my legs. That wasn’t something girls did. My hand shaking, I picked it up, making several faces at the damn thing. I certainly wasn’t adept at this, but there was a first time for everything.

  I sat on the edge of the tub and lathered my pussy with soap, saying a silent prayer that I wouldn’t cut myself to ribbons. As I began to cut away the fluff between my legs, I felt even more tingling sensations. After every swipe, I wiped the razor on one of the towels. I was surprised how easily everything went and seconds later, I ran my hand over my now bald pussy. The smoothness was a powerful moment, almost freeing in a bizarre manner.

  The deed completed, I slipped back into the water, closing my eyes. Almost instantly, Voltar’s face came as a dazzling image. He had such full lips and I wondered what it would be like to have his cock buried deep inside. My mind eased into a sinful series of visions, imagining his naked body standing in front of me, commanding me to suck his cock.

  I opened my legs as far as the tub would allow and slipped my hands in between, rubbing the tips of my fingers around my clit. Between the smoothness of my pussy and the warmth of the water, I was so turned on my nipples stood fully erect. Licking my lips, I slipped my fingers further down, rubbing between my lips. Wicked sensations rocketed through me, grabbing at my already irregular breathing.

  “You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself without permission.”

  The deep resonance of his voice sent another wave of electricity straight into the depths of my pussy. I jerked up, my eyes opening wide. Seeing Voltar’s stern expression, I knew I was in some kind of trouble. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Not as sorry as your ass is going to be. Out of the water,” he commanded, his eyes sweeping across my chest.

  There was no denying my fate or the massive creature standing in front of me. “Yes, sir.” My legs were shaking as I attempted to stand, fighting the urge to cover myself.

  He narrowed his eyes, but I could see his chest rising and falling. His hands were clenched at his sides. The aura of absolute lust was in the air. I was finally his for the taking. After tossing me a towel, he took a step back, but only until I’d exited the tub. Using rough hands, he snagged the towel from me, rubbing the water off every inch of my quivering body.

  I felt so helpless, like a lost waif needing her daddy to take care of her. As he rubbed vigorously, he mumbled words in his language, the phrases scattered with heavy sighs.

  I took several deep breaths, my heart racing from a high dose of adrenaline. When I was completely dry, he tossed the towel then used both hands, sliding them down from my neck, his fingers tickling my skin, but the gesture turned more demanding. He lifted both breasts, squeezing them with enough pressure I whimpered. Then he pinched my nipples brutally, twisting my tender flesh.

  My body swayed as he continued, pain washing through me like a tidal wave. My throat was so dry, but the way juice trickled down from my pussy, staining my legs was a telling statement. He knew how much I wanted him, craved having him do whatever he wanted with my body. My toes curled as the anguish continued but actual goosebumps covered every inch of my naked skin.

  “Your body calls for me as it had since the day I met you.” His husky voice penetrated every synapse in my brain.

  I wanted to deny his lurid accusations, but how could I when my hardened buds were so erect, my pussy dripping?

  Voltar chuckled as he moved his hands down to my waist. He was probing my body, as if I could hide some weapon under tissue or... My eyes opened wide as he neared my groin.

  “Open your legs,” he said with no inflection.

  “Yes, sir.” I did as I was told, and his exploration continued. When his fingers danced down my stomach, caressing the area just above my pussy, I gasped. I’d never been touched so intimately in my life. Stars floated in front of my eyes and I had difficulty breathing.

  He slid his hands along my hipbones to my inner thighs. Every touch was so gentle, feathery in a manner I hadn’t anticipated. “You will learn everything about what I desire. There will never be a day you don’t pleasure me.”

  His words reverberated into my ears. When his hand finally reached my pussy, lightly fingering the skin just to the outside, the scent of my arousal floated between us. I moaned, more out of embarrassment than anything.

  Voltar took a deep breath as he swirled the tip of his finger around my clit, taking his time. I wanted him to thrust his fingers deep inside, driving in a brutal manner, but he did no such thing. He was merely exploring, three fingers slipping just inside and flexing open. I was shocked how my pussy muscles tried to grab onto his long digits immediately, my body’s betrayal creating beads of perspiration over my upper lip. With every thrust of his fingers, I swayed forward involuntarily, fucking his hand. His eyes darted up to mine, his pupils enlarging.

  My fists were clenched at my sides, my fingernails digging into my skin. I shouldn’t want this.

  But I did, oh-so desperately.

  Removing and holding his fingers into the light, he twisted them back and forth as he gazed at the slickness covering them. “Turn around and bend over. Open your ass cheeks.”

  I was shocked at the directness but did as I was told. I was so exposed, so open for him. I closed my eyes, as if doing so would keep the shame from slithering into my system.

  It didn’t.

  I resisted whimpering as he twisted the plug back and forth. The sensations roaring through me were undeniable, forcing me to imagine his cock buried to the hilt. He finally patted both ass cheeks before crowding behind me, pulling me into a standing position by using my breasts as handles. I was standing in front of a mirror and the reflection of the girl staring back at me was unknown. She was a little harlot, a hungry slut waiting for her master to claim her.

  He shifted his groin back and forth across my ass, grinding into me as he rubbed my aching nipples. “There are rules you will follow.”

  “Yes... sir,” I managed.

  “You will remain naked at all times.” He nuzzled his head against my neck, blowing across my skin.

  “Yes, sir.” This time, I gritted my teeth. I was expected to walk the halls this way? The shame would never cease.

  A growl escaped his mouth as he licked the base of my earlobe. “And you will stay in your room unless accompanied by one of us.”

  “I understand, sir.” I could feel his cock expanding, doubling in size. I was trying to concentrate on what he was saying, but everything was fuzzy. Even the sound of my own heart beating was muffled.

  “You will not speak to anyone other than your masters, unless we allow.” He nipped my neck, dragging the edge of his teeth back and forth
. “And you will keep your eyes on the floor at all times when not with us.”

  “Uh-huh. I mean, yes, sir.”

  He brushed the palms of his hands down to my stomach, caressing. “And you will be punished for every infraction, no matter where we are. You have no more freedoms other than what we give you, Felicity. You belong to the Centurions. You are our property. Never forget that. Never.”

  I shuddered at his last words, my skin prickling. I didn’t want to answer him, to confess to something that I would never be able to stand. His eyes flashed, sensing my continued defiance. Very quickly his gentle demeanor seemed to shut down.

  Voltar eased back, his hands moving to grip my thighs, opening them wide. “I have the right to take you first and I will. When you submit easily, you will be pleasured. When you defy us, even as you just did, there is no recourse but to teach you a lesson.”

  Fisting my hair, he pushed me over the counter until my elbows were pressed hard against the surface. I watched in shock as he unfastened his belt, uncertain whether I was going to be punished. The air seemed to be cut off in my throat when he removed his pants, yanking them past his carved hips. He was going to fuck me. Right here. Like this. He was taking my virginity.

  A mixture of fear as well as raging desire tore through my body, igniting what was left of the embers. I continued to be so mortified at my reactions, but I was no longer the girl in the colony. I was owned by the Centurions. I caught a glimpse of his rock-hard cock, the same bronze color covering the entire shaft, but the bulbous head was a magnificent shade of purple. The slit wasn’t as I’d seen in picture books. It was longer and wider, fulfilling the fantasy regarding his tendril.

  He issued several savage growls as he pressed his hand on the small of my back and yanked the wad of hair in his hand. His expression was that of a wild man, let loose from his cage and so very hungry. He slid the tip up and down my wetness, pushing just slightly. The head of his cock was so hot, scorching against my skin, taking my very breath away.

  My pussy was already yielding for him. I was conflicted, but the longing shoved it aside. He was going to fuck me like the savage he was and there was nothing more that I wanted.

  When his cock was just inside, my pussy lips pulsing over his thickness, he twisted the plug. Then he grabbed my hip with his other hand. “My pet. My possession. My slave.” He slid his shaft in several inches pushing past the point of no return. I was no longer unsullied.

  I was owned, taken, and used. The thought was riveting, and my channel widened even more, ready to accept his engorged shaft.

  I whimpered, pain and pure bliss merging together as he grew in size, spreading me so wide. Panting, my mouth remained open as he watched me in the mirror, his breathing just as ragged as mine. After he was halfway in, he held his stance, reaching his arm around and pinching my clit.

  “Oh!” The whimper bubbled up from my throat, the beautiful anguish forcing me onto my toes. This was insane. This was delicious. I jutted my hips back, whining like a bad little girl, begging for more. I was already so full, the ass plug making its presence known. I could only imagine what having two cocks would feel like.

  “This is just the beginning.” Tossing back his head, he thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside. His roar filled the small space, mixing with my cries of anguish. The pain was blinding for several seconds, but then something amazing happened. I fell into the most sublime state of ecstasy, my muscles clamping around the thick invasion, trying desperately to draw him in further. How could I want something so brutal?

  But I did.

  Fuck me. Use me.

  The words were whispered in my mind over and over again.

  I wiggled, gyrating my hips as he swirled his finger around my clit then pinched again, repeating the combination over and over again as he pummeled into me.

  His growls were feral, more like the beast I thought him to be and his skin took on a bright glow. I was drawn into his amazing power as his cock swelled even more the harder he drove into my quivering pussy. I was smoldering from deep within the core of my being, the heat flashes telling me I was very much alive.

  He seemed to enjoy watching my expressions change, his eyes glistening every time I moaned.

  There was no way I could take any more but as he tensed, strings of sweat sliding down both sides of his face, I felt it. Oh. My. God. The tingling sensations were unlike anything I’d ever known. I was frozen, lost in time and space as something slithered into my cervix. I slapped my hand on the counter, blinking furiously but there was no way to focus any longer. I was catapulted into extreme pleasure as his tendril moved in some incredible orchestration. Strangled moans were all I could issue.

  Voltar was so pleased, his dark and dangerous look more like a predator feasting. “Mine.”

  The single word of possession meant more than he would admit. I dropped my head, my hair dangling over my face and simply watched as salty beads of perspiration dripped one by one onto the counter. I couldn’t help but think I’d get into trouble for messing up the space.

  I heard the deep rumble coming up from his chest, felt the shaking of his body. When he yanked me backward, switching the angle, my system gave me the ultimate betrayal.

  I climaxed without being allowed and without being able to stop it. My body thrashed uncontrollably, loud purrs pushing past my pursed lips.

  I knew he was growling, so displeased but he wasn’t able to stop, his hard pounding even more brutal than before.

  Adrift in waves of pleasure, the orgasm became a long and delicious ride into bliss. This had to be what heaven was like.

  His breathing almost stopped completely just seconds before he issued a gruff howl. I knew he was filling me with his seed and as shocked and horrified as I wanted to be, I actually smiled like the wanton human I’d become.

  Voltar shook violently then he covered my body with his, slamming his hands on the counter just next to mine. I’d never seen such a primal look on any Centurion’s face. I expected him to pull back, smacking my bottom for such egregious behavior then a shockwave bolted electricity into every cell.

  His cock was swelling even more, throbbing faster. How could this be happening? My instincts were to try to run, to get away, but he held me fast. He said no words as the tip of his cock ballooned, stuffing me full.

  The shock quickly turned into ravenous pleasure, more scintillating than anything I’d ever experienced. I had difficulty breathing, yet I was in such a peaceful place. My thighs were thick with remnants of his cum as well as my own.

  His husky sounds remained animalistic as he dragged his rough tongue across my shoulder and the back of my neck. “Imagine if you submit fully and completely.”

  I shuddered at the thought.

  “And you will.”

  When his engorged tip began to subside, he eased back, pulsing his cock in shallow moves. He smacked my ass several times, the sound of his hand hitting my sore bottom ringing like a beacon. I knew there would be another round of punishment.

  I was surprised after he pulled out completely that he plopped me onto the counter, spreading my legs. I resisted, trying to clamp them together. Given the extreme pleasure, I’d almost forgotten about the horrific scar. Now he would see. He would know that I wasn’t perfect. He hadn’t been standing close enough before, but the doctors must have told him. I almost hyperventilated, my hand reaching out to try to push him away.

  “What is wrong, Felicity? You know I will see every inch of you, taking every hole. Yield to me,” he commanded.

  “Na... no. Please.” I was even more ashamed at the mark. The fact the bastard had gotten that close, branding me as his own could be my death warrant.

  Voltar’s eyes moved to my legs then back to my face. He palmed my face, the tips of his fingers brushing across my heated skin. “Is there a problem?”

  “No problem. I just...” I tried to look away, but he refused to allow me. I swallowed and moved my hands up and down the tops of my legs, s
o terrified he would toss me away.

  “Allow me to see.”

  I expected him to jerk my legs apart brutally, but he gave me a look of concern then slowly coaxed my legs apart. I clenched my eyes shut, now gulping for air. “I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything. I swear to God. I was never touched by a man, I mean a man’s cock before you. I just...” I was whining, pleading for perhaps my very life. I knew what happened to girls who’d gone against the rules.

  Just as expected, a snarl erupted from somewhere so deep inside, the sound resonated like the call from an angry beast.

  “Please, sir. Please...” Please what? What was I supposed to beg for? A full minute passed by and I jumped as he rubbed his finger across the mark.

  “I will take care of this,” he said in such a quiet manner.

  “It’s nothing.”

  “I know what this means, Felicity. I am no fool. You were hunted and you were captured. The bastard who did this to you will die by my hands.”

  My eyes flew open. I heard his words and they were so unexpected. “No! He could hurt you. You could die.”

  Snickering, he grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water. After yanking my ass to the edge, he leaned over, kissing the top of my head. “You will tell me the story at some point.”

  “There’s nothing to tell.”

  “You remain so disobedient.” His sigh was as somber as his face. I had the distinct feeling that he knew exactly who’d branded me, but how?

  “It was an accident.”

  “Hmmm...”

  He darted his gaze in my direction before gently washing my pussy, taking his time to remove any remnants of his cum. The roughness of the cloth was arousing, and I found myself wet once again, another round of desire building. He tossed the cloth then fingered my shorn pussy, as if inspecting for any hairs.

  Even though I was so titillated, I took short breaths and tried to control my nerves. I’d never been around any man this way and had no idea what I was supposed to do or even say. I couldn’t bear to look at the mark. I’d hidden it away from everyone, even myself, refusing to acknowledge that it was even there. There would never be a way I could forget the wretched agony as I was held down, forced to endure the hot branding while others watched.