Shared Reverse Harem Bundle 1

by Kaylee Kane

  I was already so close to the edge. I scratched my nails across the wall when I felt his cock enter me. The rigid shaft pushed and spread through my tight, throbbing cunt.

  “Oh my god!” My body ached with a sweet thrill as the mix of pain and pleasure bounced around my body.

  One hand on my hip and the other one guiding his cock, Dykron sank slowly into me. My blood pounded in my ears as I let out a long and lusty moan.

  “You are so tight…it’s so good…” Dykron grinned sheepishly and slapped me on my ass cheek, making my pussy throb even more. Dykron was going so slow it was driving me insane.

  I thought my body was going to combust into thin air. I could no longer contain the rampant desire growing inside me. I bucked my hips back against him and looked back at him pleadingly.

  “Look at you…such a greedy little slut…” growled Dykron. I did not care what I looked like right now. I just wanted a release…

  Dykron bent over and sank his whole length deep into me. The warmth of his solid chest emanated against my back. His warm breath pricked the skin on the back of my neck.

  In a hushed, dark voice, he said, “I cannot imagine the look on Zonor’s face when he finds out that his beloved stepsister Cezane betrays him and let his elder brother fuck her like a slutty whore.”

  The blood that pounded through me turned icy cold.

  11

  Cezane

  For a full minute, my whole body trembled with fear and excitement. My eyes were interlocked with Dykron’s eyes that slowly transformed into bright royal purple, mimicking Zonor’s. I let my eyes stray on his face.

  Dark bushy brows, aquiline tall nose, the sexy, kissable lips, and the tongue that could send you out of the world and back…You did not need DNA tests to know that they were brothers.

  Dykron’s cock was deep inside me, stretching my throbbing pussy. Dykron was hovering over my shoulder, breathing his hot damn exhale against my face. His hands stroked up and down my hips and groped my breasts, making it so hard to focus on what he just said.

  “What the fuck?” I mouthed.

  “You really think I had no idea who you were, Cezane?” he said and immediately all my senses came back. I was lost for words. My heart thumped steadily. I wasn’t even sure if it was from fear or desire.

  Dykron trailed his kisses along my neck and nibbled my ears. My mouth and throat suddenly went dry.

  “You think you could fool me by simply changing your name and looks?”

  My pussy was twitching with need but Dykron was not doing anything about it. I tried to move my feet to grind against his alien cock but I did not want to appear desperate. My body was sparking with excitement and the last thing I wanted to hear was about Athyles.

  “What do you want from me?” I gasped through my bated breath.

  It was so hard to ignore the hot wetness forming between my legs and started dribbling down my thighs. Dykron noticed my urgency and gave it a soft, unsatisfying push that made my itch even greater.

  “What do I want from you? Really? Haven’t you heard?” growled Dykron.

  I really could not be bothered right now when my own need was ripping through me. “No, I don’t give a damn about Athyles anymore.” I bucked my hips back against him. Dykron sneered at me and started ramming me. His cock slid in and out and fitted snugly in my cunt.

  “Mmm…fuck! OH my god, it’s so fucking good…” I muttered and hung my head low when Dykron reached forward and tugged my hair so that I tilted my head back up.

  “So you have not heard about the Plague?”

  My eyes sprang open. The Plague…King Zelius had always mentioned in…about a curse…a prophecy…Dykron sped up his thrusts, sending bolts of pleasure straight into my core.

  “Some shit…damn…fuck…that I don’t give a fuck about!” I hissed through my tight lips.

  “You don’t have to worry about it…Cezane…” Dykron’s voice was getting hoarser when he bent me over the toilet bowl and continued to slam with full throttle into my pussy.

  I bucked my back greedily against him, desperately reaching for my orgasm. Eclectic shock sizzled through my body. I was getting so close to the edge. I barely listened to what he said anymore with the loud blood racing in my ears. I moaned as loud as I could, could not be bothered even if someone else heard me.

  “And if you bear my child…I could go back and claim the throne…you will become my queen and the mother of my heirs!”

  My body firmed up. “What the fuck?”

  I turned around and saw a wicked look on Dykron’s face. I reached my hand behind me to push him but when his ripped six pecs pressed against my palm, it sent a shiver down my spine. My bones melted inside. I was crying out in needy pleasure when he pounded me like a fucking slut. Part of me wanted to stop but my slut side wanted a release.

  Dykron fucked me hard and fast. He slammed deep inside me for one last time when hot spot blossomed deep in my tummy. “Oh fuck! Oh yes! Fuck!”

  I thought my soul had escaped from my body at the moment. My head was spinning so quickly I thought I might pass out. I gasped loudly as his hot cum dripped from my pussy and ran down my thighs.

  Dykron sneered and pulled out with a filthy wet plop. With a rough movement, he grabbed my hips to turn me around. Grabbing onto the back of my neck, he thrust my face towards his cock.

  I opened my mouth naturally, taking in his erection as he pumped the rest of his baby seeds into my mouth.

  “That’s my good girl, Cezane…my future queen…”

  Suddenly, all the senses came back to me. I jerked away and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

  “What the fuck were you…” I caught my breath. “What the fuck were you talking about?”

  Dykron smirked as he zipped up his cock and glanced at me up and down patronizingly. “You know you should not use that kind of tone on me, right? I am the true king of Athyles. And you will bear my children.”

  I frowned at him as confusion bounced around me. “I don’t get it. Zonor is the true king.”

  “He thought he was the true king too. But I am the firstborn and the true heir to the throne.”

  “King Zelius has banished you!”

  Dykron snorted. “That is because he does not have big ambitions.” I fixed up my dress and tried to ignore that his cum was rolling down my thighs. Damn, I smelled like sex right now and I badly needed a bath.

  “Since four centuries ago, there has been this prophecy about the Plague. Our planet has a long lineage of purebred Athylians. One single plague could wipe out our species. Our species are not best at medical technology. So as the noble future king I was, I went to seek help from planets all around Creamy Way.”

  I fought to catch my breath, the stuffy air seared my lungs. But I listened intently. Never before someone shared the history of Athyles with me. Not even Rosia.

  “And then I found this planet Earth. Due to their obsession with wars among themselves, they have developed excellent medical technology. I had a secret discussion with their leaders, who were interested in our most precious natural resources…”

  “Athyleum…”

  A hint of awe flickered on Dykron’s face. “You know…”

  “I do…” A wave of sorrow swept over me. I looked down at my toes which were slick with Dykron’s pre-cum right now. Even the base of my heels felt slippery and sticky. “That is why I am still here…after so many years.”

  And then, it hit me. “You are here for the Athyleum? You want to harvest it from my Athyleum-infused blood?”

  A nasty smile peeked from Dykron’s lips. “Not at all.”

  I looked at him warily. “I have already got my hands on the Athyleum since centuries ago. Humans are too weak for Athyleum. Instead, it becomes a poison, so the deal was called off.”

  Another wave of confusion bounced around me. “You are special, Cezane.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Then, he pulled me into his embrace
. I almost fell over but he caught me in his arms. His muscular chest was delicious against my raw, stiff nipples.

  “I have no idea what you have in you but your body could take in the Athyleum with no problem at all.” I cringed when his dreamy eyes glazed over my body like a tiger over his prey. He trailed a finger along my jawline and tilted my chin up.

  “I do not know what is it but the cocktail of your blood is a very valuable asset to King Zelius. You were his insurance if the Plague should happen.” I could feel the venom of hatred towards King Zelius dripping from his every word. “But of course, he could not allow a lowborn like yourself to taint his bloodline, right? How could you even dare to fuck Zonor, his beloved sole heir to the throne now?”

  I clenched my fists as the blood boiled inside me. The anger I had had for King Zelius and Athyles I thought I had buried behind me in the past suddenly reignited. I could not tell which part I hated about King Zelius more? The fact that he had lied to me for my whole life or for the fact that he had banished me to death when Zonor walked away as if nothing happened?

  If it was not for Rosia, I would have been dead a long, long time ago. On the night before my execution, Rosia had broken me out of prison and fled me to Earth. I promised here Cezane would be dead ever since.

  And she promised to never make contact. I had no idea whatever happened to her, I only wished she had not faced the same fate as I did.

  “But of course, if the Plague happened before this, you would have been still in Athyles, pumping out babies for the King of Athyles.”

  I looked away as I glared into the space. “What do you want me to do?”

  Dykron sneered. “Well, both you and I have been banished by King Zelius. You and I are survivors, strong genes there. When I become king, you will become my queen and serve by my side.”

  “Why would you want to go back to the planet who threw you out?”

  “Because the throne is mine and I am not letting Zonor get what belongs to me.” His eyes almost popped out of his head when he spat through gritted teeth.

  “Fine.”

  “I am sure you do not want the man who walked free after screwing you over to inherit the throne, right?”

  I pursed my lips and thought. After so long, did I really want to get back into this shit? Like, really? I could have a simple, happy life watching TV drama series and drinking wine right?

  Then, I glanced down at Dykron’s crotch and saw his massive package prodding against his jeans.

  Did I really want to miss this cock right there? A wave of lust for him coursed over me. What was the worst that could happen if I accepted this deal? I could have his cock all for myself!

  Not really.

  With a cheeky smile, I said, “Deal.”

  12

  Cezane

  Dykron and I were walking out of the bar, on the way to his place when he suddenly pulled up. It happened so quickly I almost fell over. When I looked up, I saw the two silhouettes standing right in front of me, shrouded by the dark of the night.

  I squinted my eyes to peer into the darkness to see who that was. I could feel the tension in Dykron.

  “Cezane!” A familiar female voice called out. I knew instantly who the voice had belonged to. I had not heard this for a long, long time and I forgot how much I missed it. One of the silhouettes stepped into the shard of light from the streetlights and revealed her face.

  “Rosia…” I muttered, unable to believe my own eyes. The other silhouette stepped forward. All the memories that I had been trying to forget rushed into my head like a broken dam.

  “Zonor…” My voice slipped out of my lips. I could not tear my eyes off his handsome, perfect face. How could someone even look that hot? Zonor had not changed. Dark curls over his shoulders. High cheekbones. Arched brows and manicured stubble.

  And that damn sexy lips I missed kissing so much!

  I thought I might have overdosed on the drinks.

  “Cezane…” growled Zonor. His voice tensed with urgency. His purple eyes roamed over my face and he frowned. “What happened to your eyes?”

  I blinked quickly and looked away. I had been using these purple contacts since I discovered them. I had always been jealous of Rosia’s purple eyes and now who was he to judge me for using them?

  “What are you doing here, brother?” I almost forgot Dykron was with me. I blinked quickly and shook my head to bring the senses back to me. I glanced at Dykron and saw his eyes flashed with a wicked gleam.

  Zonor and Rosia glared at Dykron in sync. “You know better why we are here, Dykron,” said Zonor, clenching his fists. He glanced at me and a sliver of disappointment flashed on his eyes. Guilt pricked at my conscience.

  A smirk quirked up Dykron’s lips. “No, I do not care about the business of Athyles anymore.”

  “Really? If you really don’t, you would not have unleashed the Plague!” cried Rosia.

  My eyes sprang open. I glared at Dykron. “Did you really do that?”

  Dykron pursed his lips for a brief while before his face relaxed. “Really? You would believe these two Athylians who have betrayed you before, Cezane?”

  My head was spinning quickly. My gaze darted between the two, wondering whose side I should take right now.

  “We are not traitors, Dykron. Speak for yourself,” retorted Rosia.

  I glanced at Rosia.

  “Really?” laughed Dykron in contempt. “You are so-called Cezane’s best friend but you hid the truth from her.” The anger surged within me. I clenched my fists and glared at Rosia while she looked away from me in shame. “And you, my dear brother, you walked away from the whole shit leaving Cezane to receive King Zelius’ punishment by herself. You did not even fucking try to rectify the situation.”

  I turned away from Zonor when he gave me the pleading face.

  Dykron’s arm slithered around my waist and pulled me into his warm embrace. He kissed me on the cheek and said, “And I bet you two are fucking each other now that Cezane was gone.”

  I gritted my teeth as the mix of anger and jealousy swarmed over me. What would be worse than that?

  “No, that is not true!” cried Rosia. “I would not betray Cezane like that!”

  “Oh, Rosia…” Dykron glanced at Rosia up and down. “I know well what a slut you are, Rosia…you would not miss a chance to jump on any dicks!”

  Rosia gritted her teeth. She was about to jump Dykron when Zonor pulled her arm back. “No, stop, Rosia. It is a trap.” He stepped forward. “Cezane, please listen to me. Dykron is not someone you can trust. He is lying to you.”

  “Oh really?” I snapped back, unable to hold back the anger boiling in my system. “Should I trust you two again and let you screw me over again? I don’t fucking want anything to do with both of you anymore! I am not a fucking Athylian and the last thing I want is to be dragged in this shit!”

  “No, Cezane…please…I am sorry I have wronged you. But trust me, I hate myself more than this for causing you so much pain…” His voice was heavy with sorrow and pain. I could not bear to look at his face.

  Tears dribbled down my cheeks and I roughly wiped off with the back of my hand.

  “You don’t have to say anything now, Zonor. You and I both know that I am nothing but a tool to your father.” I glanced at Rosia. “You did not even intend to tell me that.”

  I turned around to leave when Zonor picked up at me. Dykron stepped behind me to stop him. When I spun around, all I saw was fists in the air. My stomach reeled when I stepped back.

  Zonor lunged at Dykron and the two men crashed few feet behind Dykron. The two alpha aliens rolled on the ground where they started trading punches.

  “Argh! Fuck you, Dykron, I have always been wanting to punch the fuck out of you!” snarled Zonor as he continued to slam his fist onto Dykron’s face. A stream of blood dribbled from his nose.

  “Dykron!” I cried out and ran towards the fighting scene when Rosia pulled me
back.

  “No, Cezane! Please! He is trying to manipulate you!” shouted Rosia.

  I swung her hand off mine. “That was what you guys have been doing to me, right?”

  Rosia rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “It has been three centuries, Cezane! Get over it!”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh, am I supposed to get over the fact that you fucked Zonor as well?”

  Rosia twisted her face in disgust. “No, Dykron was lying to you! Why would I fuck your man? Plus, Zonor has not touched another woman for the last three centuries! He was mourning for you!”