Primal: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance (Alpha Unknown Book 1)

by Penelope Woods

  Letting go, he looked away. “I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, but I’m sorry for nearly hurting you. My senses are coming back to me. A bit too slow for my liking, but back nonetheless. When the spell wears off, I will be forced to take you with my friends. I have to warn you. It won’t be pleasant.”

  I swallowed and kept stroking his cock. He was leaking lubricant for me to use. “I... I want it,” I said. “It’s not forcing me if I ask for it. I can get used to a certain level of pain.”

  And it was the truth. I did want it. The taste of eternal. The taste of sweet.

  Even if I died the most horrible death, it meant knowing the unknowable. I’d be the first human in the world to see it and experience it, and poof! I’d disappear into darkness once more, folding my body to ease their deepest sexual frustrations.

  He looked down and heaved his hips forward again. His cock grew even bigger than before. I closed my eyes and nodded. I could do this.

  “Lie down on your back and get comfortable. I must take you gently, while I’m still subdued,” he grumbled, low and virile.

  I lowered my hands to his balls and caressed them softly. I let go and slowly laid back. He wasted no time in pinning my legs back with enormous force. His arms circled over and clenched around my back, locking me in place. Lips suctioning against my neck, he tenderly kissed and huffed profoundly. “You are the one to complete us. Perhaps you always have been,” he muttered with adoration.

  Did he mean that? My heart was racing. I curled my toes against the sheets with extreme anticipation and mild apprehension. My desire was obsessive, and I was daring, but he was so large I worried he might be designed to break a human in half. “Wait,” I said, panting and stretching away. “There’s something I need to request.”

  He curled up and stared in silence, his thick and meaty fingers grappling the front of my shirt. Slowly, he began to tear the fabric down in a straight and perfect line.

  “Please,” I gasped. “One thing. That’s all I ask.”

  “What is it?” he growled, teeth so sharp he could bite right through me.

  “It’s Zane. I don’t want you to hurt him.”

  “Ah, yes. He is in this cabin. I can smell him from here and see his vitals within my sight. He is no harm to you or me, at the moment.”

  “So you won’t touch him?” I asked.

  Right now, I live to serve you, but this request, I cannot grant. Not after what Cadmar and I have seen and experienced. In the morning, I will take you to a safe place where you can nest with us. I will keep you secure, warm, and loved. However, my partners will tear his limbs off, one by one. It is in our nature.”

  “But he isn’t a threat,” I said with urgency. “I know him. Not only is he lost, but also pathetically weak. I promised myself I’d get him back home. We won’t have to see him again.” Something I had wished for some time now...

  Searching, ever searching like a snuffling hound for the one grain of truth that could release his true spirit. He sniffed up my neck and latched his lips around the flesh. He left a small red mark and dragged his teeth down.

  His cock throbbed and searched like a bent and fleshy tusk. Bull-like hips surging for the prize, for my drenched pathway, he let out another roar. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll see what I can work out.”

  Moans of pleasure sifted from his mouth as he lined his cock against my tight hole. I reached down and spread my lips apart for him, and he let out another sound.

  “You’ll leave him be?” I asked, one hand against his chest, the other at the base of his shaft.

  He pushed his hips back. “He may be granted exit,” he said. “But you must stay in our keep. Those are the rules, buttercup.”

  There was no time to think. “Then, I guess I have no choice. I will stay.”

  He took my hand. The searing pain from the fresh cut of the blade took me by surprise, and I tried to pull back. “Open,” he said.

  Slowly, but surely, he opened my palm. The cut had already begun to heal as a thick scar. He opened his own hand and showed her the same exact scar. “Buttercup, we are now blood brothers, as you may call it.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek and forced a smile.

  He licked the blood away and cut his own hand.

  “Blood brothers,” I said, tossing the blade away. It slid underneath the door, out of sight.

  “No more talking. Ease back. I will show you what it is like to be primal.”

  7

  Magnus

  We weren’t monsters. We weren’t evil beasts hell-bent on killing either. The urges had been difficult to control, but we’d put mechanisms in place to ease the suffering of lost individuals. For instance, if the portal had somehow been found, we were to meet in the center of our world to discuss the situation. After we understood the motives of the source, we would split up until one of us found the intruder.

  There was a reason for this, of course. If we stuck together, we could all suffer an attack. How many times had we run through similar routines? Oh, yes. Thousands of times. Not counting the goat that once made his way through to eat the supernatural plants sprouting here.

  Cadmar and Donovan’s motives were different from mine. I lived by the fire. Donovan lived in the air, and Cadmar was floating within the currents of the sea. I questioned everything he told us about our possible freedom, even if I knew the words to be true. That is, I questioned it until I saw her.

  She was someone different. As I sat wounded, with my heart on my sleeve, she ran the softness of her hands and lips over my cock. Despite my size, she took me down, inch by inch, until a bubbly choking noise grew and she needed to duck up for air. When she closed her mouth to swallow and take a breath, she looked at me for approval.

  “Good. So good,” I moaned, petting the back of her silky hair. And then she’d go right back to work.

  Leaning back with my hips in the air, I groaned in satisfaction, pumping forward. Her mouth hung open, loosely, tongue draped across the underside of my shaft. The warm, slick spit dripped down her naked and cold body.

  I reached forward to feel the underside of her small perky breasts. She arched her back, so I could get a better feel, elevating her head. Pleasured, I lowered my face and tasted her, softly suckling on the taut nipples, rolling over and over again.

  My cock was throbbing and uncontrollable, an object to pierce the most delicate flower in front of me. This was a woman who had the most precious beauty among all women in the world, but she hid it away in fear that it might come back to haunt her again.

  That ex-boyfriend. That motherfucking maggot. I should have snapped off his arm when I had the chance. There were just too many scenarios in which I could end him as he had so clearly tried to injure me. That dust, the powder he threw in my eye. I didn’t know what the hell it was, but it took a part of me away for a brief period of time. He must have obtained it from Donovan’s greenhouses. Even in her bed, I stared at her and felt how most humans must have felt on a daily basis.

  Sadness. Confusion. Loss. They were the most unsettling feelings I had ever felt. Though, as time went on, I started to gain my rightful powers back.

  I thrust my hips high into the air, easing my way to the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and took my shaft, circling down one more time with tears. She rolled onto her tiny round ass and lay down, breathing cautiously. “Go slow for me.”

  But my adrenaline was spiking again. As soon as I pushed her legs wide, I could tell I was already straining her; her dripping pussy lips hung waiting to be forced open. Everything was stiff inside and outside of my body, preparing to explode from the burden of such a dirty, filthy need. I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers. “Any pain I give you, sweetheart, is out of love. I will reward you tenfold for your bravery.”

  I must breed her. I must thrust her open.

  No. I must wait.

  Adeline’s ankles fell over my shoulders as I propped her back, tits wide and staring back like targets. I dove d
own, kissed her stomach once before feeling the incredible hunger absorb me until I became something else. Yes, I had fallen back into my more primal self, carrying the most carnal hunger.

  I spat down on my young love’s cunt and small tuft of pubic hair, ran through it with my hand to get her nice and smooth for me. I slipped one finger inside to toy around, and I followed it with a smooth second, watching how easily she opened for me. She nudged her hips up, and I rolled my fingers against the soft spongy bed. Her mouth fell open, and she whimpered, head twisting back and forth. “Mag,” she moaned. “Keep... Just keep going...”

  I hooked my wrist back and forth, faster and harder until she begged for more. Within my scope of vision, I could see every pleasure point light up and moved to extremes. Most of the time, humans operated as robotic vehicles—a variation of pathetic, sad, and useless. They were simple workers. But she exuded forgiveness, understanding, and total enthrallment. Yes, when her eyes darted open, I knew what my vision was telling me.

  She was in love with me. With us. With this shifting place we were forced to call home.

  Adeline’s slick and my saliva mixed to an easier and more pleasurable entrance. Edging forward, my thick head caught against her walls, sliding up her clit to play. A slow and steady whimper issued from her mouth, but I bent and kissed her temple lightly. I felt the softness of her cheeks before meeting her breathtaking lips. Our tongues coiled, tasted, and vowed to explore more.

  And at that point, she was an open book, ready to be fiddled through before being understood. She bore our markings. Soon, she’d wear them with absolute pride.

  By the end of all of this, she was going to have to let go of what broke her. Her family. Her town. The country she grew up in. All of that would have to be forgotten. She’d fall into a world with meaning and purpose. Here, all her best dreams would turn to reality. Here, we had each other. And the times we could sleep, it would only mean reliving the worthwhile moments of our awakened selves.

  But she would not be able to leave the way she came in. There was that harsh truth...

  There was so much to tell her, so much she chose not to understand. But now was not the time.

  As she loosened up from my digging kisses, I scooped my shaft against her hole. Finally, I felt the clench of Adeline’s tight walls slowly make way for my pulsating force. I inched deeper, cock piercing with each thrust of my hips. Compared to her body, I was massive, like a steed. That was half my enjoyment, but she did not flinch. Though her mouth stayed propped open, she seemed to enjoy my girth.

  Reaching up to take the sides of my head, she brought me lower to whisper, “Hold me closer, so I can’t escape.”

  “This is what you want?” I asked, shocked a human would request measures of restraint be taken before an action like this.

  “Zane,” she murmured guiltily. “He is in the other room. He must not wake.”

  She was already learning, and that satisfied me to no end. I brought my arms under and around her, securing her in place. Now, it was impossible for her to move. I placed my palm over her mouth and drove until my pelvis smacked her clit before grinding back. “Like this,” I whispered. “Just keep quiet like a good slut, and we’ll have no problem.”

  “Mmmfff,” she moaned again, only this time her words meant nothing. With complete control over her, I moved faster. My hips were strong and ready to pulverize her depths, but I was still gentle as I promised and wouldn’t go against my word. As I hit the back of her gaping, candied pussy hole, I held myself inside her, neck bent forward, giving me new life.

  “Ohhh.” I wagged my head and smiled. “Does this hurt you?”

  She shook and let go of me, nodding with the faintness of tears sparkling around her darling eyes. There was so much I could do to her, but I kissed her mouth and breathed in her rosy scent. These were touches and smells that did not grow in our world, and it felt like the first time again. Soon, the look of trouble slipped away from her face. She trusted me, so I jerked back and spat against her clit. I lightly toyed up, down, and around her lips, focusing only on her.

  I brought her to her shaky baseline. I rocked her body to the core in a way no human could. I showed her what it was like to edge and hang near the cliff of a beautiful orgasm, never quite falling into it but always dramatically close.

  I could give her so much if she were able to take it. Sometime soon, the three of us would take her together. All of her wildest fantasies would come true.

  “Urgghh,” she screamed, a mess of word salad. But it was obvious what she wanted. More. Deeper and harder. Everything I had stored—give it to her.

  She fell into a delightful spell of palpitating wet joy. Pouncing, I wrapped my palm around her throat without squeezing. The temptation to choke was hot enough, but I needed to keep this one. Cadmar was right. She was the fucking one. The woman of all women. The excitement swelled within me, made me grow thicker and more defined. How did she find us when so very few could?

  I propelled my cock against her lips, nuzzling her small ear. I sucked in her perfumed scent, as wonderful as the flowers we never got to experience in this dark, pale shadow of earth. “This is what love feels like,” I grunted. “Stay with us. Stay here.”

  “I—”

  I pushed her onto her hands, steering her into the position I wanted. I knew what her answer would be. She wished to find the Holy Grail, the portal to the other side, but she couldn’t bear the consequences. Humans—they were so adorable. It didn’t matter. I was going to show her the way.

  “I’m going to fuck you like I mean it,” I warned.

  Propped her ass up. Wiped her pussy clean. Spanked her like I owned her. Spanked her until she fucking learned to keep her ass high up in the air for me. “This,” she whispered. “This what you want?”

  I leaned my head down toward hers, grinning wickedly. I must have looked menacing because her eyes bore all the markings of fear. But I was not against her. I, as well as the other two, was the only one on her side. “All I want from you, honey, is to do what I say,” I said. “Can you do that?”

  One more spank for good measure. The handprint quickly turned red against her smooth and creamy flesh. She barely even rocked forward at the blow, and though there were tears in her eyes, she remained a stoic babe for me. “Yes, master,” she said.

  A rush of heat ran through me, giving me power. I took her hips and mounted. She was already so wet her honey-glazed stickiness dangled from each ripple of lip. Her pussy gleamed against the light, and my cock went straight for it. Survival. I needed to spill my seed. If I didn’t, I would perish. It could have been anyone. For fuck’s sake, it could have been Zane. But I chose her. She was the only one suitable to love for the rest of my obscure existence.

  I didn’t even have to thrust. She sank her hips back, rocking her core open, a leaking hole designed for the worst of me. My mind raced with obsessive desires. Everything I wanted to do to her came in full view. It would have taken centuries to complete the list.

  I forced in deeper and deeper until my balls knocked against her clit. She propped her hands flat, keeping those cheeks in the air for me. I spread them open, staring down at both of her holes. The other looked unused. It was tightly closed, but puckering enough to drive me wild. I ran my hand over the soft and tightly sunken skin. She thrust back, moaning heavily.

  “Don’t,” she whispered. I lightly teased my thumb into it, and she flinched. “Please. Not here. Zane’s in the other room.”

  I gave a sharp grin. “If he comes in here, what do you think will happen?”

  She looked back at me with worry, but she knew what she had to give up for me. Wetting her hand with her tongue, she whimpered and ran the saliva around her hole.

  “I’ll keep it pleasant,” I said, leaning over her. “For you, I’ll make this so enjoyable you’ll come the hardest you’ve ever come before.”

  Adeline bit her lower lip and acquiesced, not because she knew she had to, but because she knew if she didn
’t, she might go against our wishes. And that meant not seeing the stone tablet, the myth of all myths, and possibly all of our salvation. The truth was, none of us had seen it.

  I teased my thumb against her ass until she started to open. Her pussy shook around my cock as I slowly pushed the rest of the finger inside. It suctioned over my knuckle perfectly. She moved back slightly, but I eased her worries by lifting her long, flowing hair and kissing across her neck. Kissing her like she was a ripe and delicious fruit, I moved back down her spine, softly edging another finger inside. And when that took hold, I added a third. With enough desire building, it was much easier than I thought.

  I hooked her, feeling the snug pressure close around my cock. The thin barrier separating became even thinner. Her moans grew louder, so loud she had to force her face into a pillow. With my free hand, I grabbed the root of her beautiful, long and flowing hair, firmly pulling to secure her. I kept her face in the softness of that pillow, hearing the muffled cries of salvation. She was two seconds away from flying straight into heaven, and all it took was getting fucked by a devil. Who would’ve thought?

  Pump after pump, thrust after thrust, every aching hole and cavity gave way to slippery fluids and palpitating pleasure. I couldn’t take any more of it, and neither could she. I tightened my hold on her and drilled her down until her white wetness caked around my cock. I felt her core tremble wildly as she hugged around the base of me.

  When I pulled up by her hair up to give her some air, she nearly screamed, “I’m comi—”

  I pushed her back down and pulled out of her ass to cup her round and beautiful breasts, to feel the nipples that stood erect from her sensitive nerves, and push her close so I could really ride her. She was a wild bitch, and she sure knew how to fuck. She was willing to give everything to me. A first for most earthly concubines.

  She quaked under pressure, screaming languishing cries into the pillow below. Her cunt squeezed around my shaft, threatening to take me in forever. Fucking perfect. My drive was coming back to me, and I could last until morning if she begged for it hard enough. Thick pools of lubricant spilled across my shaft. I fucked her faster, fucked her harder than ever before. She had seen me falter, once, as a fluke. That would never happen again. I made sure she knew how strong I was, that I was built enough to defend her against all harm.