Charged: An Otherwordly Reverse Harem (The Otherworlds Series Book 1)

by Gillian Zane

  “No, I wasn’t, but I had never been with anyone of your…” She indicated their dicks which were hard as rocks and standing out against their flat stomachs.

  “You have not had a man our size before? That seems strange. On Earth, we did not stand-out in size like we do here on Polaridis,” Roc said.

  “I, well,” she faltered. “Yes, I mean, I’ve been with men that have been large, but then I took both of you, and then the butt thing, I’ve never done that before. A girl has to get used to things a bit before she goes crazy and starts a new hobby,” Bobbie laughed, but she was met with three very sober faces.

  “You don’t wish to repeat what we did last night?” Finn asked.

  “We are Charge Mates, there is no going back,” Tam said petulantly.

  “Look, I didn’t say that. Sure, we can have a repeat of last night, it’s not like I can go anywhere, you guys have me at a disadvantage. I’m on a whole other planet, and you’re the only ones I know here, along with the keeper of the spaceship. But this Charge Mate thing, that’s like forever, right? Like a marriage?”

  “A marriage like you have on Earth can be broken. A charged mating cannot be broken,” Roc explained.

  “See, that’s a lot to think about. That’s forever and I just met you guys. You’re great, especially in bed, and I really do like you, all of you.” She said that last part under her breath and continued, “But you know, big commitment before I can sign up for something like that. I need a bit of space. Let’s have fun, but just stop with all the mate stuff.” Bobbie’s mouth was running and she couldn’t control. She was in a panic, and the usual sabotage her life reaction was in full effect. Last night she had been all about a big old orgy with her favorite guys, and today she was about to have a panic attack when they started talking about feelings. Wasn’t she supposed to be the one begging for a commitment?

  “It is already done, you are our Charge Mate,” Roc said. “And you were the one talking about five is one yesterday. Why the change of heart?” He stood with a frown on his face.

  “I’m kinda freaking out here. Please, a moment.” Bobbie fluttered her hands in a gesture she knew was an outward sign of her inner panic. She didn’t understand why she was all worked up, but it was almost as if she couldn’t help it.

  “When we entered your body and our charges matched and aligned, we became Charge Mates. You wanted this last night, Bobbie,” Finn said in a more reasonable tone.

  “The only one of us you are not mated to is Von,” Tam said.

  “This is ridiculous.” Bobbie managed to get off the bed. “You would think someone would have asked my permission through this entire thing. You kidnap me and take me off my planet, then you have freaky lightning sex with me that binds me to you for the rest of our lives. How is that consent?”

  Bobbie scrambled back when Roc reached for her. She really didn’t think she was as mad as her words were making her out to be, but what she spoke was the truth as she felt at the moment. She hadn’t agreed to this weird alien marriage thing. Now she was stuck with these four, no three, guys for the rest of her life? What if they met another hot alien—what if she did? What if these particular hot aliens got on her nerves? What if she got knocked up by these hot aliens and they changed, wanting to only sit on the sofa and watch football while they ordered her around, expecting her to put out all the time?

  Bobbie stomped into the bathroom and tried to slam the door, but pocket doors that close with a tap of the finger don’t allow any kind of outward displays of temper.

  “Bobbie.” The door whooshed open the moment she closed it. Roc stood largely, and very much nude in the doorway, his cock still semi-erect. She had to try really hard not to look at it.

  “Go away!” She turned her back on him, but he put his hands on her shoulders and he was spinning her around, forcing her to look at him.

  “Did you not want to have sex with me on the ship coming here?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “Did you not want it as much as I did?” His voice was earnest.

  “I did,” Bobbie admitted.

  “Then what is this of consent?”

  “I didn’t have a choice in this Charge Mate thing, that consent thing. Sex is one thing, forever is another!” she fired back.

  “I did not know there would be such a unique match to our charges. I did not think my true match would be on another planet far from my own. I had as much choice about you as you did about me,” he said and Bobbie frowned. “And do you think I asked for that same charge to change me like this? To separate me. It’s changing me as much as it’s changing you. I never asked for this, but I’m going to deal with it.”

  “So, you’re going to deal with me?” She huffed.

  “Not at all, I’m trying to get it across to you that I’m as much of a player in fate as you are.” He held out his hands in supplication.

  “The only thing I’m getting from this conversation is that you had no choice in being with me. Nice,” she scoffed.

  “Not at all. I’m only trying to say that it was fate that linked us, and neither of us can fight against fate. You said it yourself yesterday. Five is One.” “So fate has me stuck with you guys for the rest of my life? Is that what that means?” Bobbie rolled her eyes.

  “We are becoming one,” he said quietly. “The charge is changing us. It’s changing me, and might be changing you.”

  Bobbie’s eyes widened.

  “What do you mean changing me?”

  “We are becoming a unit. Our charges melding to be perfectly seamless. The side effect is what is becoming of the others, and things might change with you as well. Five is one,” he repeated.

  “You could have mentioned this before, Roc. So, now on top of being the mate to four men, I also might see some weird changes happen to me?”

  “Nothing is going to happen to you. You’ll be fine. I think your body will just learn to harness energy like us.”

  “Like us,” she sighed.

  “Is it so bad being with us? Do you want someone else? You were not with someone else on Earth, were you?”

  “No, I wasn’t. But forever is a big deal, Roc. That’s something you commit to with someone you love, and I only just met you guys.” Her words faded away as he trailed a finger about an inch away from her skin, down her arm, and sparks rose to meet his fingertips as if that was enough to prove she belonged to him.

  “You cannot deny this. This means we are forever linked, no matter how you rage against the situation. This means the cells in our bodies yearn to be near each other, that when we align we bring each other pleasure that can’t be recreated with anyone else. This charge right here means our children will be some of the most powerful beings on this planet,” Roc whispered.

  “Our children?” Bobbie gulped.

  “The way you have taken our seed, it might have already happened.” Roc placed a hand on Bobbie’s stomach and she slapped his hand away.

  “I’m on birth control, dammit, stop with the children! I’m not even used to the marriage thing!”

  “Your words wound me, Bobbie,” Roc said.

  “Give me a break, Roc, this is all new to me,” she huffed.

  “You’re right. I have been knowing about my Charge Mate since I could sit and listen to a story at my mother’s feet. I forget that you are not a part of this world. You fit so well, until you act like this.”

  “She’s a part of this world, even now,” Finn said from the doorway. “Roc, I hate to interrupt, but the Healer is in the atrium, she’s insisting on seeing you.”

  “Fine, see to Bobbie that she feels better,” Roc said. He leaned down and captured Bobbie’s lips in a quick kiss, then turned and exited the room, leaving Bobbie to shoot Finn a look that didn’t quite convey how mixed up she felt in the moment.

  “Do you hurt, Bobbie? Is that why you strike out at us with words?” Finn asked.

  “It’s not why. I’m feeling a little confused right now, give me a break. I’m on an alien world, married off
to four hot aliens, when a week ago I didn’t even believe in UFOs.” Bobbie opened her mouth, even her cheeks hurt. That was a first.

  “UFOs?” Finn asked.

  “Unidentified Flying Objects, what they call unknown alien ships that supposedly visit our world all the time.”

  “These ships are seen?”

  “Some people think they see them all the time. I used to think those people were crazy, but I was wrong, wasn’t I? Because you guys had to get to my planet in a UFO, right?”

  “We don’t visit your planet often enough to cause that much of a sensation. Let me care for your hurting, Bobbie.” Finn went to the panel on the wall and punched in something, causing a drawer to open. He took out what looked like a tub of cream.

  “I’m fine,” Bobbie said stubbornly.

  “Let me help,” Finn pressed another button on the panel and a wide chaise like chair rose from the floor. “Sit,” he ordered. Bobbie was unsure of what to do. She was a little sore, but giving in to Finn would be admitting defeat, and she never liked to give in easily.

  “I said I was fine.” Bobbie crossed her arms over her bare breasts.

  “Please,” Finn said, his eyes soft, his words soothing. How could she resist that? She took a seat on the chaise. He knelt down near it, making the chair move and widen, rocking her back in the seat and spreading her legs.

  “What are you going to do?” Bobbie asked nervously. Her legs were up and her head was down as if she was about to get an OBGYN exam.

  “Ease your soreness,” Finn said soothingly. He dipped his fingers into the little tin and stretched his arm out like he was about to touch her.

  “No, really, what are you going to do?” Bobbie closed her legs.

  “It’s a lotion, it’ll speed up the healing,” Finn soothed and used his free hand to spread her legs again. He slipped his fingers between her legs and began to massage the lotion through the folds of her sex, along with the outer mound and down to her ass. At first, she felt nothing, and then things began to tingle. Finn’s fingers rubbed against her clinically, but Bobbie couldn’t help her reactions, sparks popped along her legs and she could feel moisture pouring from her as she became turned on. She was such a slut, she chided herself as Finn’s pleased chuckle rolled across her skin.

  “Can you feel it working?” he said softly, dipping his fingers back into the little tin and then bringing them back between her legs. Of all the inappropriate thoughts to pop into her head, she was hoping this lotion was a single time use lotion, and that no one else would be using it in the future because it was now full of her girl juices.

  “Sort of.” She didn’t know what was working, only that she wanted to squirm and spread her legs wider like the whore she was. Who cared that she was on an alien planet, or that she was now married off to four hot aliens? They were hot, and they had big dicks, and they knew how to touch her in a way that made her body thrum like a fucking guitar. Yep. She was a slut. Damn, she was shaming her own self.

  Finn slipped a finger inside of her, spreading the lotion on her insides, the tingling sensation spreading up and around her. He pulled out of her and got more of the healing balm. This time, spreading it along her ass, pushing a finger inside of her and making sure he coated every inch of her insides. By the time he was done, she was moaning and writhing against the chaise, begging him to touch her more.

  “Now, now, now, Bobbie, we have to let the lotion work.” He smirked at her as she rubbed at her own tits and pushed her hips up for him to inspect.

  “Please!” Bobbie moaned, and Finn’s fingers slid from her ass to her clit, this time rubbing against it, not to apply the lotion, but to bring her to heel.

  “Is that what you want?” he whispered.

  “Yes,” she moaned and his finger slipped into her. Nothing much, just a thrum of her sensitive clit and a curved finger in and out. It didn’t take long for Bobbie to buck against him, gripping the edge of the chair as she broke apart under his touches. She panted against the feeling of the orgasm, loving how the intensity of it was visible by the light show that erupted off both them.

  “You are absolutely stunning,” Finn cooed as Bobbie fell back against the chair. She didn’t respond—all she could do was shiver out a nod. “And funny,” he chuckled. He began to clean himself up and then brought a cloth to Bobbie and began wiping at her.

  “I think we should clean ourselves in the shower,” he said and helped her get to her feet.

  “I’m a mess,” Bobbie whispered.

  “Aren’t we all?”

  32

  Bored Royals

  Later that day, Roc himself escorted Bobbie to her next dinner, and it was as uneventful as the last one. There were new faces, new snide comments from the Consort, who was technically Roc’s stepmother, and a plethora of pleasantries that meant hardly anything at all. This dinner was an evening affair, and it ended with cocktails in some sort of sitting room, with the men on one side and the females on the other. Since there were only a handful of women to the twenty or so men, Bobbie didn’t expect to learn much from this segregation.

  What did surprise her though, was the Healer she had met earlier in the week was here. Bobbie racked her brain for the woman’s name, but she was horrible with those kinds of things.

  “Lagara.” The woman placed her hand in Bobbie’s and Bobbie shook it making the Healer frown. Must be some other way of greeting on Polaridis.

  “Thank you, I didn’t want to be rude and ask it again,” Bobbie said.

  “I know you are probably overwhelmed,” Lagara smiled pleasantly.

  “I am.” Bobbie smile weakly.

  “So, why are you at this dinner? I thought it was only about politics at these things?” When Lagara frowned, Bobbie bit her lip thinking she had said something wrong.

  “Everything is always about politics, my dear.” Tormi, the Emperor’s Consort, in a sea of white lace walked around to Bobbie, and while she was shorter than Bobbie, she managed to look down on her. “Lagara is happily married to a gentleman from House Navi.” The woman waved a dismissive hand to an elderly gentleman sitting near the Emperor. It was the first old looking person Bobbie had seen on this world.

  “That’s your husband?” Bobbie asked, regretting the surprised tone in her voice when Lagara frowned. Maybe she loved him.

  “His house is very influential and I’m the third girl born of my own house.” Lagara shrugged like this was supposed to make sense. When she saw the look of confusion on Bobbie’s façade, she went on. “Blessed with healing only, while my sisters have the sight.” She said this like it was going to clarify things.

  “Oh, you act like you are a nothing, Healer Lagara,” Tormi tsked. Lagara shot the woman a look that Bobbie couldn’t interpret.

  “But I thought you marry if you share a charge. I thought that was how things worked here?” Bobbie asked.

  “Not many people on our world find their Charge Mate—it’s rather rare,” Lagara said. “So, when you are reaching an advanced age, and your parents want to make a suitable match for increased influence,” she trailed off and looked at her husband. There was something sad in her eyes. Bobbie looked at her mate’s stepmother and saw a very different look on her face; it was calculating. There was something going on here that Bobbie wasn’t understanding.

  “Your husband is an influential man, and it landed you a position in the palace, not many people can say they are so lucky.” Tormi stifled a yawn, sipping from a tiny glass that held a liquid that Bobbie could only compare to a rum punch, but not quite. She had abandoned hers after one sip.

  “I am a lucky woman,” Lagara said, but her words did not reach her eyes.

  “If you could bare him a child, your future would be secure,” Tormi said.

  “Sort of like yours, Lady Consort?” Lagara turned flaming eyes on the woman.

  “It is not without trying.” Tormi rolled her eyes at the spite in Lagara’s tone. “Speaking of which, I’ve heard that you’ve been quite busy
with the Prince the last couple of days.” All eyes turned to Bobbie, including women that were technically not in the conversation.

  “I wondered if the mating techniques on your world would be similar to those on ours. We are supposed to be able to reproduce with Earthlings, but we have no inclination of what kind of primitive mating rituals were in place in your culture.” Tormi looked at Bobbie like she was nothing more than a curiosity.

  “Lady Tormi, please,” Lagara said.

  “Hush, Healer, it’s all everyone is talking about, especially now that your official split filing has become public. Rochford is now of three. Can a primitive Earthling know how to handle such a prolific male?”

  “Insert tab A into slot B? And C, and D?” Bobbie held up her finger and inserted it into her thumb and forefinger which she had made into a circle. Tormi looked at her horrified and Lagara placed a hand over her mouth to hide her delighted reaction. “What, you guys don’t do it that way? Is that too primitive?” Bobbie asked in feigned embarrassment.

  “We certainly don’t talk about it in polite company,” Tormi said from her lofty snobbish height.

  “You’re the one that brought it up.” Bobbie finished off her drink, trying not to taste it.

  “Making nice, stepmother?” Roc slipped an arm around Bobbie.

  “As always, I’m the pinnacle of proper social behavior.” Tormi smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. It seemed like that was the thing on this side of the room, while the men laughed raucously on the other side of the room.

  “I’m sure,” Roc said and dismissed her with a glance.

  “We were just discussing your split. Congratulations on the pinnacle of power,” Tormi said and tipped her head to the side in faked deference.

  “I highly doubt I’m at my pinnacle,” Roc said in a haughty tone that had Lagara’s eyes widening in surprise and Tormi looking even more pinched.

  “Bobbie, are you ready?” She nodded, as there was only so much of this proper social politeness she could handle. They gave their goodbyes to the two women.