Shared Reverse Harem Bundle 1

by Kaylee Kane

  His cock pulsated in my cunt as hot loads of cum filled up my tummy.

  Zonor let out a breathless gasp as he pulled out and peeled from me. A pool of sweat puddled on my chest.

  Zonor shot the rest of the cum all over my pussy and over my tummy until it filled up my belly button.

  I grinned sheepishly to myself and opened my mouth cheekily. “You little freak,” sniggered Zonor as he shot his yummy juicy cum over my face and into my mouth.

  I swallowed it greedily and licked my lips.

  Zonor crashed next to me as our breathing synchronized.

  “Promise me you will never leave me,” gasped Zonor between his ragged breaths. He shot me a naughty grin. “You know you don’t want to miss this beast.”

  Zonor was right.

  I could not live without his monstrous cock…

  8

  Present

  Zonor

  Today three centuries ago, Cezane had left me. She was gone forever. Dead. And I hated myself more for I was the reason behind it. I looked up at the full moon hung in the dark of the night as sorrow gnawed my heart away.

  I could have stopped father from banishing Cezane from Athyles. But I was a coward. I was too afraid to lose the throne if I protected Cezane.

  I clenched and unclenched my fists as the futile anger brewed within me, burning into my bones. The mental images of Cezane flounced in my mind, taunting me for my failure of not being able to keep her by my side. I still remembered the first time I met her. In the hallway.

  She bumped into me. Her perky breast with her hard as pebble nipples slipped from her oversized blouse. Oh fuck. Cezane was so fucking hot. The fragrance of her perfume lingered in my nose. She had no fucking idea how much I wanted to scoop her up and throw her in my bed right away.

  My cock splintered when I thought of the time when I claimed her innocence and bury my baby seeds in her tummy. The feeling of my cock buried deep in the warmth of her pussy was still fresh in my mind. It was the first and the last time I had fucked her.

  “Argh,” I grunted.

  I was already getting so horny by thinking about stuffing Cezane’s sweet human pussy with my cock and filling her up with my Athylian cum. I could look at the lustful look of her face twisting in aching agony forever. The sound of her purring moan was like music to my ears.

  No other Athylian women could make me feel the same way as she did. No one could replace Cezane. My Cezane…

  “Why did you execute her, father?” I looked up at the altar in the Hall of the Royals where the soul of King Zelius had rested.

  I could imagine in his voice telling me, “You are the firstborn, the descendant to the throne. You should know better than to mate with the earthling. Cezane is not your true queen. She is a backup plan.” I could imagine the contempt in his voice especially when he mentioned ‘earthling’ as if it was a cuss word.

  Anger scorched through me. I went through King Zelius’ mind. I inherited King Zelius’ mind reading power. King Zelius never considered Cezane as his own. She was only here to rescue our species if the Plague should come. She was a tool.

  I turned around to exit the Hall of the Royals and made towards my room. I could not help but to stop at the hallway where I first saw Cezane. I did that every time. I could not help but to wish one day, she would appear there again.

  A heavy veil of sorrow hung over the air. As a matter of fact, the gray cloud loomed all over Athyles. The Plague that father feared most had befallen upon us. Last week, three thousand Athylians were lost to a mysterious disease. Most of the cities were closed down under quarantine to prevent further spread of the disease.

  My heart almost leaped when I saw another girl standing there. I almost thought it was Cezane. Then, I realized the other girl did not have the exotic brunette curls that flowed down Cezane’s petite waist.

  The girl must have heard I was there and turned around. She did not have Cezane’s gorgeous emerald eyes either. Then, I remembered she was Rosia, the girl who attempted to help Cezane escape Athyles. In fact, they were best friends. I remembered Rosia canceled her Discovery Party as a tribute for Cezane.

  I was about to walk away when Rosia sped towards me. “Prince Zonor!”

  I stopped and she stood in front of me. She must have noticed the sullen look on my face. “I am sorry for your loss.”

  “No, I am sorry.” I sucked in a deep breath. “I…I should have let Cezane go. She would not have been banished by father.”

  Rosia did not answer immediately. She shook her head. “She would not have made it if she escaped. She could not pilot a spacejet. She would have died from the radiation.”

  I nodded matter-of-factly when I realized something was not right. I shifted my feet and looked straight into her eyes. “Are you telling me something?”

  There was a long shrill silence that I could feel the static in the air. If she did not tell me the next second, I would read her mind. Rosia sucked in a deep breath. “King Zonor, Cezane is still alive.”

  My eyes flew open. I staggered back until my back was connected to the wall behind me. A gasp escaped from my chest. “What?” I could not conceal my smile as the hope I thought long gone flickered in me for the first time after so long. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me.

  Rosia glanced out through the arched window at the city skyline and said in a hushed voice. “Don’t be too happy first, King Zonor. I promised Cezane not to tell anyone. But I believe I must do this right now if I want to rescue Athyles from the Plague.”

  “No!” I growled and shook my head. Guilt pricked me. I still remembered how King Zelius wanted to use Cezane as a backup. He never wanted Cezane to bear my children. She was only there if the Plague happened and I had no choice but to save our species.

  “I am not doing this to Cezane again!” I looked sternly into Rosia’s widened eyes. “I love Cezane. More than you could understand. If this was a part of a rescue plan that you have come up with, I am not doing this. Tell me where Cezane is!”

  “You don’t understand, my liege!” Rosia cried and stepped back from me. “This…this plague…it’s not a natural phenomenon! It’s the good deed of your elder brother, Dykron!”

  All the blood drained from my face. I clenched my fists as a wave of anger surged in me. Dykron! Why did this name have to resurface again now? “I thought he was long gone!”

  “No, he is not! Listen, I have been in contact with several neighboring planets. Dykron have been in contact with their leaders to collect their genetic information. Some sources told me that he had been working on this special virus that only attacks unique regions of genes in our DNA. He is trying to wipe us all out!”

  “Argh!” I grunted and slammed my fist against the column next to me until it shattered into rubbles that fell on the ground. Rosia glanced at my bleeding knuckles and rolled her eyes. I let her go this time. “Why didn’t you tell me she was alive all the while? You knew I mourned for her!”

  “I cannot tell you this. The fewer people know about Cezane’s existence, the longer I could keep her safe.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Rosia gulped. “Dykron. He has been trying to sell the Athyleum to the earthlings but their inferior DNA cannot take it. It becomes a poison. So Dykron becomes obsolete to them.”

  Everything suddenly became so clear in my head. “Cezane. She has the Athylian DNA in her.”

  Rosia nodded grimly. “And she has found her calling. If Dykron knows about this, Cezane will become his next target. Cezane’s blood…the hybrid of Athylian and human would be the elixir to the Plague that Dykron caused to us…we have to get to Cezane before Dykron does.”

  “Dykron…” I growled. He was the firstborn, the supposed true king of the Athylian throne. He had to be a curse. Ever since that name came to my life, bad luck had loomed over me like a gray cloud that would not go away. First, I had lost Cezane and now, the Plague.

  I tore my gaze
from Rosia’s hopeful face and looked out through the arched window again. My mind spun from father’s words. “How well do you know Dykron?”

  Rosia lowered her bright pink face. “Every inch of him…”

  I rolled my eyes at her. “How could you sleep with the traitor?”

  Rosia shook her head quickly. “That was before I knew who he was.”

  “How come you never got banished? How come Cezane got banished?”

  A sheepish grin quirked Rosia’s lips. “Good girls are bad girls who don’t get caught.” Rosia cleared her throat. “We better get moving if you want to get Cezane back.”

  I held my hand up when Rosia was about to move. “Whoa, whoa, hold on there, where is this ‘we’ coming from? You are not in this with me.”

  Rosia arched her brow. “Well, do you know where Cezane is?”

  I shifted my feet. “No.”

  Rosia smirked. “And can you fly a spacejet?”

  I cleared my throat. “No. Point is?”

  “Well, Cezane is my sister and my best friend. So I think I will be able to convince her more than you…” She glanced at me up and down in slight contempt. “A one night stand could do.”

  I pursed my lips, slighted. “I am more than just her one night stand, woman.”

  9

  Cezane

  I should have been dead right now.

  From my observation, most earthlings lived up to their eighties. Very few lived past hundred. Maybe, after all, I had found my calling. I was the girl who could not die…who could not age…

  I looked into the black screen of my laptop at my own reflection that I had learned to love. It had been three hundred years, I hardly remembered anything from the planet where I was from. Athyles. Yes, I tried not to remember it. Sometimes, I wondered if it still existed.

  For once, I was grateful I still looked the same since I was twenty. Many things had happened since yet my youthful looks still lived on. I witnessed my earthling friends age and wilt away like flowers in autumn. The more I witnessed it, the more I appreciated myself.

  I did not have friends that last longer than ten years. I had to move away and ghost them before they found out I could not age like them. I went to all of their funerals. Secretly, of course. In the end, I gave up making friends.

  I could not live through the same sorrow again and again. I’d rather be solo and live my life on my own terms.

  This decade, my name was Sophia. I had been Rebeca, Pamela, Katherine…I could not remember the full list.

  A strange feeling had been looming over my head since morning. I woke up with a bad headache so I decided to skip the morning class. Maybe it was aging kicking in. It was Advanced Chemistry, and I took the class for over twenty times already, in different lives. I almost took all the degrees from different field and soon would be running out of courses to sign up for.

  I looked away from the laptop where I had been watching random series from and reached for the edge of the bed for my phone that was buzzing away from under the couch.

  My stomach leaped when I got a match from HookApp. I checked out my match’s photos. I chewed my lip while my stomach fluttered. I had not had a dick for months and my pussy was screaming in need for one.

  My heart pounded in my chest when I saw the slick dark curly hair and deep brooding brown eyes to match. Tall, aquiline nose and cheekbones. And his lips looked so deliciously sexy. His jawline was so sleek it could cut. Damn! How could a mortal man look so fucking gorgeous! It was illegal!

  I checked out his name and all the blood drained from my veins.

  Dykron.

  I tilted my head to one side. That did not sound like an earthly name. But it sounded painfully familiar.

  Wait! A wave of fear bounced around me. He was the true firstborn of King Zelius of Athyles! What the fuck was he doing on my profile? My heart thundered in my chest. My thoughts went to Zonor.

  Zonor…my first kiss. The Athylian prince whom I gave my V-card to. All the painful memories I tried so hard to bury flooded back in me.

  I took one last glance at Dykron’s photos. Damn. Why did these alien princes have to look so fucking hot? I could give him a try…but he was off-limits! As much as I hated King Zelius, I would not stoop so low to fuck his son just to spite him. Sucking in a deep breath, I deleted Dykron’s profile from mine.

  Tossing the phone on the coffee table, I sprawled on the sofa and let out a sigh. I peeked through the space between the curtains at the night sky. Maybe I should hit the bar tonight.

  I could not fuck Dykron. It did not mean that I could not go out and fuck some strangers tonight. A sheepish grin split my face. I got up and went to get into the showiest dress I could find in my closet and slipped it on.

  I took a long look at myself and cupped on my breasts to make them look fuller. Rosia’s words still echoed in my mind.

  “Men would die for those, I tell you.”

  Rosia was right. Some female earthlings underwent surgery to make them look bigger. I was blessed with these natural big ones. I winked at my own reflection on the full-length mirror and left my apartment.

  The cold breezy wind blustered my long brunette hair. Over the decades, I had done so much makeover. I had had blonde, ash, black, and even red like Rosia’s. I had always wanted red hair like Rosia and the rest of the Athylians. When I finally got it, even when it was the same shade and tone, it just did not feel right.

  I felt myself most in my brunette hair.

  I pushed through the saloon bar into the corner bar I frequented. The moment I stepped in, my blood froze in my veins. My gaze fell on the dark brooding brown eyes. I recognized the slick black hair at once. A gasp escaped from my chest. I knew exactly the brooding gorgeous alpha male sitting at the bar.

  Dykron. Why was he here? Fuck. I needed to get out. I was about to turn around and leave when he saw me. My nerves rose in me when his damn sexy eyes trailed along my body up and down, checking me out.

  It felt strangely hot to be checked out by your own exiled villain stepbrother. Actually, why should I even be afraid? I was no longer an Athylian. Heck, I had nothing to do with them to start with. Their business with Dykron was not mine.

  I took a deep breath and strutted into the bar. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Dykron continue checking me out. I smiled sheepishly to myself as I catwalked in his direction. I tried to sway my hips dramatically to show off my petite figure.

  Dykron’s face tensed up for a brief while before he relaxed into a wicked smile. He shifted in his chair and flexed his thick, ripped thighs. My heart reeled in my chest at the sight of his throbbing package between his legs.

  All the blood rushed into my head. I lost my balance and keeled forward. My stomach lurched as I plunged towards him. Dykron reached forward and grabbed me by the upper arm.

  When I looked up, Dykron was looking down at me with a smug look on his face. I glanced down to see if my boobs were hanging out.

  My heart was pounding quickly. The warmth of his grip sizzled through my skin.

  Dykron had a great view of my cleavage but they were still tucked in my dress. I felt something hard prodding against my palm. I looked to my right and noticed that my palm was on his crotch!

  Shame burned my face when I quickly pulled away and straightened myself. I looked away and cleared my throat. “Thanks,” I said timidly. Did I just fucking grab his crotch? Damn. Even in a brief time, I could feel how massive his shaft was!

  “You are welcome,” said Dykron. “Nice to meet you. My name is Dykron.”

  I put on a straight face and fought not to look down at his crotch. “Hi. Um. I’m Daisy–I mean, Sophia. Sorry.” Shit. Daisy was my old name. I liked that name. I could not think straight right now.

  Dykron laughed. “Sophia is a beautiful name. What are you? A spy living a double life?”

  “I don’t think I am doing very well at it!”

  “So…can I get you a drink?”
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  I cleared my throat and took the empty chair next to him. Really? With this hot hung alien sitting right in front of me, could I really be bothered what I would be drinking? Dirty thoughts multiplied in my head.

  Dykron looked even hotter in person. His shoulders looked broad and strong in the tight, body-hugging black tank that showed off his engorged biceps. He stretched his arm across the bench to reach for the menu.

  I forgot how to breathe when I ogled at the pulsing veins running through the lean muscles. “Why don’t you have a look at the menu?”