Hers From The Start: A Collection of First In Series Reverse Harem

by Laura Greenwood

  Anthony slipped one finger inside me, and I screamed out his name.

  “Say my name again, and I'll make your beautiful pussy cream for me.” Anthony’s voice was low, husky.

  “Anthony! Elias, Anthony. God this is divine.” Anthony moved his legs so he rested beside me instead of straddling me.

  “Spread your knees for us, Riley,” said Elias. He moved opposite of Anthony. I let my knees fall to the sides as Anthony stroked his finger in a come-hither motion inside me. My breath came out in loud pants, and I shuddered as Elias added his finger to my clit.

  My orgasm built rapidly. I’d never been at the mercy of two men at once, which added to my desire. Elias leaned up, his fingers still dancing over my clit, and took my nipple into his mouth again. When he gave it a sharp bite, I came unglued. Liquid drenched Anthony’s hand as his promise to make me cream came true. Pleasure coursed through my tense, arched body as they continued their work to make sure I got the most out of my orgasm. I collapsed, limp, once it ran its course.

  “Are you on birth control?” asked Elias.

  “Yes, actually. I have a ring in. It makes my periods—”

  “Hush, Riles. I was just making sure,” he muttered. “We didn’t bring any condoms.”

  They stepped off the bed simultaneously and stripped. It was like watching an erotic stage show. They teased me, knowing I was dying to see what lay under the wrapping.

  Elias sprung free first, and my eyes widened at his girth. He's either going to be the best dick I've ever felt, or it's gonna freaking hurt.

  He was impressively long, but the sheer width of him made me wonder if he’d fit. I shifted my gaze to Anthony and wasn't disappointed. Not quite as wide, he was equally as long as Elias, if not longer. My body quivered in anticipation. Michael was a particularly well-endowed man, but five years was a long time to be lonely, and the eye-candy in front of me made me squirm.

  “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable yet with taking you at the same time…” I intentionally worded the sentence that way, leaving it open to the possibility of us sharing a bed in the future. I already knew I’d want to repeat this experience.

  “You're mine first, Riley Effler. I’ve wanted your hot, tight pussy since I laid eyes on you.” Elias climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs. He rubbed the head of his dick on my clit and moistened it with the wetness that continued to spread as I became more and more turned on.

  "Elias, I need you," I said. He leaned down and caressed my lips as he pushed his head into me. I moaned into his mouth. He was already stretching me, but it was delectable. Anthony slid into the bed beside me and put his hand on my ribs. His mouth explored my shoulder as Elias grunted with the effort of sliding into me without losing control.

  I arched my back, unable to keep still as he filled me. His head rubbed over my most sensitive inner spot and I cried out. He froze and slid out of me so that he could fill me again and hit that wonderful bundle of nerves.

  Anthony whispered into my ear, “Riley, let me bite you. I promise it'll increase your pleasure.”

  “Yes, Anthony, yes. Fuck yes,” I moaned. I resolved to sort out what sort of person wants a vampire to bite them later.

  Anthony shifted his position so that the length of his body pressed against my side, and Elias continued to barely enter me so that his head would hit my g-spot. Elias watched Anthony’s movements, pupils dilated. As Anthony sank his fangs into my neck, Elias thrust fully into me.

  I screamed, the simultaneous pleasure of being filled to the brim and the chemical pleasure from the fangs in my neck gave me the best orgasm of my life. I reached out and took Anthony’s rock hard cock in my hand and stroked him to the beat of Elias's thrusts.

  I never knew sex could be that phenomenal. Michael never failed to give me at least one orgasm, but he thought he needed to be gentle with me. This was raw and primal and sweltering. Each time Elias's pelvis met mine, an ongoing orgasm jolted me.

  Anthony didn't keep his teeth in my neck long. Soon, he licked me. "I'm healing the bite mark, beautiful. Enjoy the high." He trailed kisses down and swirled his tongue around my nipple. His remarkable cock went out of reach, and I whimpered when I let go of it.

  Elias grabbed me by the waist and almost violently turned me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up so my ass pointed straight up into the air and I was on my knees. Even more exposed, a fresh wave of desire swept over me. His fingers played, exploring, and I writhed.

  Anthony shifted so that his body was in front of my face, the head of his dick staring me in the face. I moaned at the sight of it until he rubbed it across my lips. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to taste him. The skin on his dick was velvety soft on my tongue as I licked up the side. I admired him through my lashes, appreciating his masculine beauty as he pushed himself into my mouth.

  I could smell the heat of his body, a sweet smell. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head into the right position. I sucked as I watched his reaction. He contemplated my face and grunted. His hips shifted forward, and I opened my mouth wide to accommodate his girth.

  Elias finally slipped inside me again and glided into me faster and harder. His force behind me pushed my head on and off of Anthony's dick. It was the most sensual thing I'd ever been a part of.

  I moaned on Anthony, causing him to tighten his fingers in my hair, which sent a jolt of lightning down my body. I exploded in a violent, wet orgasm. When he realized pulling my hair caused me to react, Anthony tightened his grip even more and thrusted into my mouth, matching Elias's rhythm.

  My orgasm was ongoing; Anthony and Elias wouldn't let it stop until they were both about to release. Their thrusts became wild and erratic. As soon as one orgasm ended, another built, spurred by their abandon.

  I was at the point of screaming out their names again. Elias leaned over, seating himself as far inside me as he could, his hips pressed firmly against my ass. He then bit my shoulder, releasing his euphoric hormones into my system. I screamed around Anthony’s dick. He tilted my head to watch me as I swallowed his semen with relish. With a final few thrusts Elias spent himself deep inside me.

  I collapsed face down onto the bed with Elias still inside me. Anthony and Elias curled themselves around me and I fell asleep quickly, sated and safe.

  Chapter Six

  My bladder screamed at me as I woke. I lifted my head and gazed down at a tangled mess of limbs. Elias slept with his face against my stomach. Anthony was curled around my head, giving me a bird's eye view of the fact that he was a shower, not a grower. I sat up and untangled my legs from Elias's arms. I slipped off the bed and looked at the two men who’d given me a night I'd never forget. Then, I ran to the bathroom before I peed on the floor.

  Small stings assaulted me as the urine hit the night’s friction spots. It was a welcome sting, one that meant I got to have sex. Good sex.

  My body ached as it would the day after an intense workout. It dawned on me that I’d slept like a baby after being fucked into oblivion. I made quick work of a shower and shaved my legs. Ew, the hair was longer than I'd realized. Those wonderful men hadn’t even blinked an eye, if they’d noticed the stubble. Still, I was mortified. I’d begun to give the love rug a trim when I heard a bang on the bathroom door.

  "Riley? Are you okay? You've been in there a while," Anthony yelled through the door.

  "Jesus Christ, Anthony!” I yelled after a near miss with the blade. “You don't interrupt a woman when she's in the bathroom. I could be pooping. Leave me alone," I yelled, clutching the razor. I would've cut off half my twat if I'd already started shaving.

  "You're not pooping, Riley. I’d be able to smell it."

  Well, I can never poop again. I jerked the shower curtain open and dripped across the bathroom, razor in hand. I opened the door, naked, to a bemused Anthony.

  "Are you serious right now? If I went number two, you would smell it through a closed door with the fan on in here?" He nodded his head, eyes glued to m
y chest. "So that means Michael knew exactly what I was doing every single time I used the bathroom?" He nodded his head again, mirth in his eyes.

  "Riley, everybody poops. Didn't you read that book when you were a child?"

  I answered by slamming the door in his face. His deep chuckles faded as he walked down the hall to give me some privacy.

  I finished prettying myself up. The full length mirror hanging behind the door showed me a girl with long, strawberry blonde hair, a chubby face, and a bit of an acne problem. The lighting made my deep set hazel eyes brown, but they liked to change. Later on they might be green, then brown again. I smiled and studied my white, slightly uneven teeth, wrapped with full lips. My braces never worked as a child, though there was nothing about my teeth to cause me alarm.

  I looked at my body critically. I'd lost most of my cellulite working out, but there was a chunk on both outer thighs that would never go away. Of course, my stretch marks would also never go away, but I’d never minded the stretch marks. They gave me my babies.

  I patted my almost flat belly and flexed my arms and thighs in the mirror. For a human, I was pretty kickass. The door slammed against the wall when I threw it open and stalked down the hall to the bedroom to find clothes.

  Once I was clothed and groomed, I made my way downstairs to the smell of bacon. Eli and Anthony sat at the kitchen table with bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee set out for me. They both sipped mugs of blood, a sight I didn’t think I’d ever get used to.

  Shyness and eating never meshed for me. As a teenager, especially, my friends would feign fullness and refuse to eat in front of any male in the vicinity. Then when we were alone, they'd pack it away like a starving linebacker. I was never like that. When I was hungry, I ate, at times with a gusto. With no qualms, I dug into the delicious breakfast.

  Elias quirked an eyebrow as I tried to talk with my mouth full. "Who made this?" I mumbled around my eggs.

  "I did," said Anthony.

  "Thanks." I said after washing my eggs down with scalding hot coffee. "It's delicious. How do you cook so well when you can't eat?"

  "We do eat, though we don't need to eat. We crave foods at random the same way you would, although probably less often."

  "Sure, sure. Okay. So. I'm going to be a Supay?" I asked, changing the subject abruptly.

  "We hope," Elias said with a sigh. "Many Supay have tried to find the entrance to the underworld. In theory, if we can find it, we can get you to the springs, which gives extended life. We don't know that you'll become a true Supay.”

  Anthony interrupted. “But, if you drink from the springs, the Junta will be forced to allow you access to the Unseen. We won't be hunted, and you'll be able to stay with your children."

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. "And if we aren't successful?"

  "More than likely we'll die." Anthony’s eyes held a challenge—could I handle it?

  "My choices are to try to find the entrance to an underworld that nobody has seen in literally thousands of years, go into hiding and never see my children again, or surrender to your council people, and they'll likely kill me?" I set my fork down, appetite lost.

  "Well, the Junta wouldn't kill you. In all likelihood, they would make you have more children," Elias said with a grimace.

  "What the fuck, E?" I asked. He gave me a half smile, and shrugged. My temper flared. My options were limited. Normal life was a shattered illusion for me. I supposed I could've let them go, moved to a new city, convinced Elias to make me a new identity, and tried to start over, but I couldn't stomach the idea of walking away from my children, so I scrapped that idea.

  "There's still a teensy bit more we need to tell you." Elias looked at me sheepishly.

  "You're kidding me! You've still not told me the entire truth?" I regretted our fuckscapade the night before in the light of his continued deception.

  “The reason the Junta is after you may not be because we've told you the truth," Eli said. "There’s another reason. David has begun to exhibit special abilities."

  I was stumped. I didn't see why that would cause the council to come after me. I looked at Eli with my bitch-face on and waited for him to clarify.

  "If you remember," Anthony said, "only pureblood Supay have ever exhibited abilities. Your sons aren't pureblood."

  I jerked my head to face Anthony in shock. “Then why do they have abilities?”

  Elias continued. "Danyelus told us while we were at the manor—that's part of what took me so long to get back to you. They were telling me their suspicions. David is starting to go through puberty. His aging process will slow, and he'll begin to crave blood. Danyelus and Tammy have been taking him into town to walk around the local mall and be around humans. It's important he not be secluded as he changes from child to grown Supay."

  "Why?" I asked.

  "He’d be fine while he was away from humans. He’d drink bagged blood. But being confronted all at once with human smells and sounds could push him over the edge. He might kill," said Anthony.

  "If he’s around humans while his cravings start to build, he'll be accustomed to fighting off the urges. Anyway, Danyelus noticed a strange phenomenon as David walked around among the humans." Elias continued the story. "Humans started following David. He seems to be entrancing people without trying."

  "I thought that was Michael's ability, entrancing humans," I said, missing the point.

  "Right. Michael entranced humans, and Anthony can calm them. But the children of pure Supay and humans have never manifested any abilities. Also, Danyelus wasn't able to find any record of a child manifesting their parent's same ability."

  Anthony took their mugs to the sink as he continued the explanation. "Not only is David showing the same abilities, they're multiplied tenfold. Michael had to focus to snare one human, and he was near adulthood before his power manifested. David is at the beginning of puberty and already stronger than Michael ever aspired to be."

  "He's always been a bright, energetic kid. I'm not surprised he’d be special," I said with pride.

  “Riley, it's not just that he's special," Elias said as Anthony grabbed my dishes and washed them. "He's too special. For him to have this ability, it means that both of his parents must also be special. They must both be Unseen."

  Here we go again. Unseen. They think I’m a vampire or something? This is getting ridiculous.

  "Am I in a novel? My life is being written into a novel, isn't it? Am I breaking the fourth wall right now?” Hysteria rose up my throat. “This is a hundred percent ridiculous! I'm not some distant relative of an Unseen creature! I've read this book. It ends in heartbreak. It's a fluke that David is showing extra-strong powers." I grew more panicked, overwhelmed. “I don’t want to die in a bloodbath, guys. That’s not how I should go out. I want to grow old and have more babies, watch my babies have babies, and be a cranky old Southern woman, and I want to—”

  "Riley!" Anthony exclaimed, shattering the mug in his hand. "Stop being so obstinate! Yes, this is a large pill to swallow, but this is real life—it happens to be crazier than you imagined. We’re on your side. We’re hiding you from those that want to harm or study or breed with you. We’re proposing a solution, a way to help you stay with your children.” I gaped at him while he ranted and blood dripped down his hand. “And we're willing to make this journey with you, leaving our own children behind, and possibly die beside you. Damn it, woman! We care about you!"

  I looked ridiculous as I processed that outburst from the reserved Anthony. My mouth hung open, my eyes were wide, and my pulse raced. I stood and walked over to Anthony, partly angry at his tone of voice, partly touched. I stood in front of him as he glared down at me, undecided if I wanted to punch him or hug him. Surprising myself, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close. After reaching around me to rinse the blood from his already healed hands, he scooped me up by the ass and hugged me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled.

  "I'm sorry, Anthony. You've proven to me, w
ithout a doubt, that your words are true. If I wasn't convinced before, the bites last night would be proof enough that the world is so much bigger than anyone expects it to be."

  Elias came up behind me and hugged both of us. I was a comforted Riley sandwich. I tried to let myself relax in relief and safety, but my mind warred with itself.

  If you keep letting them comfort and fawn over you, you're going to get too used to it…I think they’re the real deal, though.

  They set me down, and we moved to the table. "How can I possibly be Unseen, though? I'm not arguing with you about this, I'm curious how it could happen if you said that the Unseen gene is always dominant? And also, how could I not know?”

  "That's what we don't know," said Elias. "We’re clueless. And the Junta would most likely stick you in a cell disguised as a posh room and force us to impregnate you over and over. Once the children reached puberty, they'd be monitored closely to find any possible abilities. You would probably be bred until you were too old, or your body gave out. They would say it was in the name of increasing the strength of the Supay to justify the atrocity."

  "The new Fae leader of the Junta is making strides to change the ways of the Unseen world, but something of this magnitude would be out of his hands. Even the Supay elders that are unconnected to the Junta would want the same thing out of you. A hundred years ago, it wasn't uncommon to take a human woman hostage if she produced a female child. Of course, we know now it’s the man that biologically decides the sex of the baby, but there are still those who refuse to believe that." Anthony sighed, disgusted.

  Elias nodded his head. "It’s one of the downfalls of long life. We find it difficult to change. Old dogs and whatnot."

  I threw my hands up, exasperated. "I can't leave my children. I can't go hide and start over and pretend they don't exist. And Michael! I need to find his grave, I need to say goodbye. Since I won't let myself be taken by the Junta, I guess our only option is the underworld. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Hopeless sarcasm laced my voice.