Savages: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Loki Renard

  “Please, sir,” I say, finding my most polite words. “If you could take me home…”

  “No.”

  A flat refusal. I open my mouth, but close it again when I realize there is nothing to say or do about it. He has refused. So either I must stay with them, or take my chances against the wilderness, both the animals and the poisonous plants and the sheer distance. I do not know how to live out here. I need protection.

  “I have shed blood, so I will take you first.”

  I have no idea what he is talking about. Take me? What does that mean? The other three men go and sit by the fire, leaving me inside the hut with their wounded leader.

  “Sit,” he says, pointing to the bedding. I do as I am told, perching on the edge uncomfortably as he lowers his large, powerful body toward me. I lean back until I am lying on my back, this great leader of savages poised over me.

  He is looking at me in a way that makes that tingle between my thighs burst into life all over again. I’ve felt this way a few times before in my life. Usually it goes away on its own. Sometimes I have to rub the spot until it hits a peak and subsides. I’ve never felt it this strongly though.

  Maverick’s hand slides between my thighs. His fingers run slowly up the inside of my leg. The skirt I’m wearing rides up beneath his fingers and I find myself holding my breath as little tingles emanate where his hand has been.

  “What are you doing!?” I slap his hand away, scandalized by his bold touch.

  “You are ours,” he growls, cupping the soft mound of my panty-clad sex. “And we will use you.”

  My eyes go wide. I stare at him in utter shock. Is that what they have been talking about all this time? Sex? I’m familiar with the general outline of the concept of course, but sex just isn’t done in the city. Certainly not with other people anyway. It’s regarded as very gauche and unsophisticated to copulate.

  Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that is what these savages want from me, but I am. Surprised, and confused. The fingers pressed against my lower lips are revealing something I didn’t know. His fingers slip back and forth with gentle motions, sliding over the fabric easily. I don’t know how, but the gusset of my underwear is soaked.

  “Oh, my…” My voice comes in one of those whimpers I am not allowed to make. “What… what are you doing?”

  He looks at me, his brows raised. “You don’t know?”

  I shake my head. I mean, I know something, of course. I’m not ignorant, but I didn’t know a man would want to touch me like this—and I didn’t know it would feel this good when he did.

  “What do you know about your cunt, Riley?”

  He called it my cunt. My face flares with red embarrassment and arousal.

  “I go toilet there, and I have my monthly. Neither of those things should be of any interest to you.”

  “Do you know why you bleed monthly?”

  “Yes, because a woman is made to suffer.”

  He looks at me with a small frown. “Has nobody told you about the ways of men and women?”

  I shake my head.

  He sits up and whistles. The men rise from the fire and come to stand at the entrance of the hut, curious expressions on their handsome faces. I feel embarrassed and small as they crowd around.

  “She does not know what her body is for. How is that possible?”

  The question makes me feel foolish and ignorant. I know what my body is for. I just don’t know what he is talking about. My mother told me that some men would have perverted intentions toward me, but I never thought I would meet one, let alone be his captive.

  “The city doesn’t put much stock in breeding,” Stryker says. “And most everything sexual is censored. She might actually not know. Most parents teach their offspring, but if her mother didn’t…”

  “Teenagers don’t talk in the city?”

  “Not in person. Online. Communication is censored. So…”

  “A virgin,” Ice says, his smile broad and predatory. “Maverick, you have a prize.”

  “Breaking virgins is no work for a wounded man,” Maverick says, sliding his hand from between my thighs. “Hans. You are the most patient among us. You will train her.”

  I look into those dark eyes and feel myself blush as Hans gives me a wicked grin with an impish edge. Whatever he has in store for me, I get the impression I will enjoy it.

  “Why Hans?” Ice speaks up, his voice rough. He looks displeased. “Hans will spoil her. He will not teach her what it means to belong to us fully. Hans lets his women talk back to him. They are rarely submissive. I will not have our mate be spoiled from the outset. She should be broken to our will properly. Trained properly.”

  I bite my lower lip and slide a little further away from Ice. I don’t fully understand what he is talking about, but the words submissive and broken leap out.

  “Hans will take her,” Maverick repeats himself, glowering at the need to. I get the impression he does not like being defied or questioned by the others. “We do not need a broken girl.”

  “As you wish,” Ice says in a low growl. He turns on his heel and goes back to the fire. Stryker goes with him.

  “Listen to Hans,” Maverick tells me. “And do as he says. He will be kind, I know.”

  He leaves too, and then it is just Hans and me. I look at this heavily tattooed man, so handsome and kind and yet also so dangerous too. I am nervous. I know he is going to do something to me, I’m just not sure what.

  “Lie down on your stomach,” Hans says.

  I obey, a little frightened of what might be coming, but knowing I have no choice. When I am laid out on the soft furs, Hans begins to run his hands over my back, rubbing my muscles in slow circles. It is a kind, relaxing touch and I feel myself giving into it with a soft sigh.

  “What do you know about how babies are made?”

  “Well, if a man and a woman want a baby…”

  “Yes,” he encourages me.

  “They go to the bureau of licensing and they make an application. If they’re successful, they will be issued a permit to procreate, which is valid for a period of one year.”

  Hans’ hands still on my back. “What?”

  “It’s a license,” I explain. “So they can legally procreate.”

  He makes a sound of disbelief, but lets the moment slide. “And then what do they do?”

  “Then they go home, and they cook a great many hot meals,” I say, remembering what I have been told. “And in the course of the year, a baby will be delivered.”

  “Delivered?”

  “Yes,” I say. I have very strong memories of my mother talking about how it was when I was delivered. It was a difficult delivery. I don’t know if she was home at the time, but all these years later she still becomes quite pale when she speaks on the subject.

  “What do you know about sex?”

  “It’s something people used to do, but civilized people don’t do it.”

  “We’re going to do it,” Hans says, his hands sliding from my back to find my bottom.

  “Sex?”

  “Sex,” he says as his hand massages my lower cheeks with nice gentle strokes. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  A little thrill of excitement runs through me. Everything he has done to me feels good, and I think sex will feel good too. Hans isn’t the kind of man to hurt me. His large hands caress me into a state of calm, which helps me to relax. His palms run from my rear, all the way up my back to my neck and then slide back down again to my thighs. My clothes are beginning to feel like an impedance to feeling even better. The material between him and me needs to go.

  Slowly, he begins to peel my clothing from me. My panties are pulled down my thighs, a thin barrier to virginity removed by large hands that take care not to tear the delicate fabric. Those are the only ones I have and he seems to understand that as he tosses them down next to me. They land near my face, a pile of crumpled silky fabric soaked with my scent. Seeing them brings this home all the more. I am going to be fucked by a
man—taken by a savage. I am going to do something no good city girl should ever do. I am going to let him fuck me.

  He leaves the skirt on. It’s not in his way as he picks me up from the bed and turns me around to face him, wrapped in his arms as he presses his face toward me and kisses me. I’ve seen this in the old stories. I never thought I would know what it is like to have strong arms wrapped around me, and a man’s lips against mine.

  The kiss deepens. My mouth opens out of some old instinct and I feel his tongue warm against my own. His hands roam my body, caressing my hips, my breasts. He is gentle and sensual, but I feel the raw power of his potential with every move he makes.

  They have chosen the largest of the savages to take me, and I do not know if he will show me mercy. He sits on the very edge of the platform and moves me so I am sitting on his lap, facing toward him, my legs spread lewdly around his waist. His pants are open and there is something very hard and very male between us.

  His cock is hard against my belly. I am almost afraid to look down at it. I have never seen one in the real world before. I cannot imagine what a beast it must be, but I already know it extends much further up the length of my stomach than I could imagine.

  Still kissing me, Hans takes my hand and guides it down between us. I touch his flesh and find it hard and hot against my fingertips. At first I am scared, but as he keeps kissing me, I gain the courage to explore his manhood, wrapping my hand around it and feeling the parts of it against my palm. It is like a great fleshy spear. There is a tapered tip that is softer than the rest of it. Nature has made this instrument for plundering women, and I know it will soon be inside me—but I don’t entirely understand how I will open myself for it.

  “It’s too big,” I whimper against his mouth.

  “It’s not,” he reassures me, stroking my back with one hand. “You were made to take cocks. Your body knows what to do.”

  My body is betraying me in waves of desire that are making this illegal act more alluring than I can describe.

  His fingers are between my legs, stroking my soft lower lips. I feel that wetness that I have not often felt before.

  “Are you ready, little rabbit?”

  A thick finger dips inside my sex, parting my lips and stirring the wet juices within.

  I nod. I am ready. I need this. Whatever is to come, my body is demanding it.

  He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing at all, and positions my wet sex over the spear of his cock. The two are made to go together, I know that, but there is still a moment of fear as I feel how very thick and hard he is, and how much bigger than my pussy he seems to be.

  Gently, slowly, Hans draws me down on his hard spear. I hold on to his massive shoulders, look deep into his dark eyes. I need him so badly. I need him for comfort. I need him for reassurance. I need every inch of his rock-hard cock to keep stretching me open in these slow degrees.

  There is pain, little sharp moments that hurt, but there is pleasure too. As I am stretched, my walls grip his hardness and my juices make me slicker so I slide ever more easily down the cock of this great brutal savage who is taking me.

  Finally, after what feels like a mile of thick cock has slid inside me, my bottom touches his thighs. I am sitting on his cock; he has filled me as deep as my virginal pussy can go.

  He holds me there and kisses me, caressing my back and my breasts, his strong fingers finding my nipples too, pinching the little pink buds in a way that sends shocks to the core of me and heightens the arousal all the more.

  Then he takes hold of my hips and begins to rock me back and forth on his cock, drawing out a little way and then pushing back in. The pleasure makes my toes curl, as my wet pussy is taken time and time again, that thick rod working in and out of me.

  “Does that feel good, little rabbit?”

  “Yes,” I moan against his mouth. “Oh, god, yes.”

  There is a rumbling chuckle from behind us, and I am suddenly reminded that I am being watched. Three other men are seeing my pussy spread around this hard cock for the first time. I am being publicly deflowered and there is nothing I can do about it.

  Hans’ hands reach for my cheeks and spread them lewdly. I feel cool air on my bottom hole and on my pussy too. He is holding me on display, lifting me up enough that everyone can see him sliding in and out of my little hole.

  “Her lips grip him so tightly,” someone says. I think it might be Stryker. I don’t know their voices very well yet.

  I let out a little whimper and squirm, embarrassed by what they’re seeing, but knowing I can’t stop them from watching.

  “She’s tight,” Hans confirms, making my pussy clench all the more.

  I whimper as it starts to get painful. I am a little tense, and it makes the sting of losing my virginity more intense than before.

  “Relax,” he soothes, pulling me down deep on his cock. He pulls my hips forward and grinds me against his hard pubic bone, my clit hard against the ridge. I have rubbed my clit before, but never like this. Little wails of excitement escape me as he shows me what my pussy is truly for, and how my clit can be stimulated by the body of a large, rough, savage man.

  Soon Hans begins to stroke harder and faster, drawing me up and down on his cock with more insistent motions. Now I am being fucked. Now his cock is demanding everything from me. There’s no more patient caresses or allowances for my recent virginal state. He is a savage, with savage desires and my body will satisfy his lust.

  I bounce on his dick like the bunny they call me, my bottom slapping against his thighs with every stroke until it starts to sting.

  “We’re all going to fuck you,” he says. “We’re all going to fill you with our cum. And if you’re a good girl, you’ll enjoy it.”

  “What if I’m bad?” I gasp the question as he pounds me, his muscles rippling as he lifts me up and down, taking total control of my body.

  “You’ll probably still enjoy it,” he winks, one hand leaving my hips to slap my ass hard enough to make me yowl.

  Hans leans back on the bed, still keeping me on his cock, but giving me position above him.

  The others have gathered around closer. I feel their hands on my body, rubbing my ass, caressing my back, finding my breasts and rubbing them as I sit on Hans’ dick.

  “Fuck him, girl.” A slap to my bottom urges me. I recognize Maverick’s voice as he commands me to work my pussy on the thick cock still deep inside me.

  I lean forward a little and urge my hips into action. It feels different, now that I am in control. I move more slowly, feeling every inch of him as I slide myself back and forth along the thick rod.

  “Good girl,” Maverick praises from behind me. “You have a very pretty pussy, little rabbit. Let me see it come.” He raises his voice a little more. “Fill her up, Hans. Make her drip.”

  Hans grabs me and rolls me over onto my back. Now I feel small, with his great muscular frame covering mine. He begins to fuck me from the top, his cock slamming between my thighs. I am pinned against the bed, taking every rough thrust he has for my tender pussy, ground back against the furs as I am ravaged thoroughly by this savage man whose cock is like a hot sword inside me.

  I scream, forgetting that I’m supposed to be silent. I can’t be quiet. He is pounding my pussy, slamming his cock into me over and over and my pussy is gripping him through every rough stroke.

  He cries out and thrusts himself deep inside me, holding himself in place. There’s a flood of warmth inside me and then, when he pulls his cock out, it comes out of me too, a hot trickle of masculine seed.

  The savages let out a cry of triumph as they see how my aching pussy has been marked. I lie there, my city skirt lewdly tangled about my waist, my legs spread, my cum-soaked slit on display.

  He pushes his cock back along the seam of my pussy, but not inside me. The head of his cock finds my clit and he uses it to massage his cum into that tingling bud of pleasure. I was close to a climax when he was inside me, but now that this beautiful brute is ru
bbing my greedy little bud, I can’t hold back. I start to come almost immediately, my legs shaking as he pins me down and keeps the pressure on my clit, wet hot motions of his cock rubbing round it until one orgasm turns to two, heat and pleasure rushing through my body in equal measure.

  “She’s a bit sore,” Hans says when I am done convulsing with pure pleasure. He lies down next to me and gathers my exhausted frame up close to his body. “We should give her a day to recover.”

  There is a growling rumble from those who wished to also have me, but they take mercy upon me.

  They smell of the rich fermented drink as they settle around us. Maverick takes up a place next to me. Stryker slips in behind him. Ice lies behind Hans. The hut is full and cozy with all five of us inside.

  I fall asleep tucked up in Hans’ arms. There are strong men all around me. The threat of the wilderness outside recedes. The long-toothed creatures are prowling, but I have my savages protecting me and I am safe.

  Chapter Five

  The morning has come, and the savages are at work. I sit up in the bed platform and watch as they affix shards of old metal and stone to long pieces of wood.

  “What is happening?” I ask Hans the question. He is the closest to me, and after what we did last night, he is the man I am closest to in all the world.

  “We are preparing to hunt.”

  “What are you going to hunt?”

  “The bear.”

  “The same bear that attacked us?”

  “Yes.”

  They are short with me, focused on the task at hand. Hans and Maverick are using knives to sharpen fresh spears.

  “Why can’t we just leave the bear alone? It’s dangerous. It already wounded Maverick. It could kill us this time.”

  “You angered the bear and now it is hurt,” Ice says. “We will have to kill it before it kills others. Wounded predators become man-eaters. It was bleeding yesterday. Today we will hunt it down and finish it off.”

  It sounds cruel. The bear tried to harm me, and it did wound Maverick, but chasing after it to kill it doesn’t seem fair.