Tales of the Shareem: Tales of the Shareem: Rees

by Allyson James

  He trickled something from the tube onto his finger, and brushed it onto his cock.

  “Spread it on me,” he commanded, tossing the tube aside.

  Talan reached up. The lubricant was cool, but not cold, slick and wet.

  His cock was so big. She spread the lube all over it while he knelt above her.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. This will make it go in easier.”

  His fists were clenched, the sinews standing out in his arms.

  She liked touching his cock. It felt so nice under her fingers, smooth and soft, at the same time it was hard. The harder it was, the more she liked it.

  She wanted to take it in her mouth and suck and suck, like he’d taught her this morning.

  She wanted to run her tongue around the tip.

  She wanted to bite it, just hard enough to make him say ouch.

  She wanted it in her, all the way to his balls.

  “Now, Rees?” she asked.

  “Now, baby.”

  She released her hold. Her whole body shook. The rolled-up blanket was cool beneath her backside.

  He put his hands on her knees, pushed them apart. He leaned over her, taking his weight on his hands, and put that huge cock right against her opening.

  She gasped. The tip nudged its way in.

  He was slick and there was no friction to stop him. He would slide all the way in, and it would hurt.

  “Rees,” she said, panicked. She clutched his forearms.

  “It’s all right, baby,” he said, his voice Shareem soothing. “I’ll make it good.”

  “It will hurt. You said it would hurt.”

  He put his face close to hers. “I was lying, baby. Just playing.”

  “Were you?” she asked hopefully.

  “Look at my eyes,” he said softly. “And feel me.”

  She looked. His eyes were blue, deep and large and drawing her in. She felt her panic ease, her limbs stop shaking.

  His body was warm along the length of hers, his breath on her face hot. His hair brushed her shoulder.

  Her mind relaxed. She could only think of the blue of his eyes, his warmth, and being surrounded by him.

  “There,” he said. “Here we go.”

  In one long move, he slid himself in.

  * * * * *

  One of the DNA programmers who’d volunteered to turn herself loose in a holo-simulation with R294E8S swore he had empathic abilities. The woman had to have counseling therapy for months after the experiment.

  Another of the female scientists had helped him get free. She’d been found in nothing but her lab coat, huddled by the door of his room in a daze.

  She’d had to have counseling, too.

  Rees didn’t know what all he could do, either. He only knew that to survive he had to lay low and pretend to be an everyday, average Shareem.

  Rees knew that he could calm a woman simply by wanting her to be calm. He didn’t have to touch her, he only had to look at her.

  He could make a woman his slave.

  He’d done it before, and they’d wept when he’d finished and left them.

  Under him, he felt Talan grow warm and limp and receptive. He pushed himself further in.

  She was hot and tight. He threw back his head in unbelievable ecstasy. The barrier within her moved, and broke.

  He saw pain flood Talan’s eyes. He smothered it with excitement.

  She moaned and lifted her hips. That’s right, baby. Let me.

  She was sweet. She smelled good.

  He went in farther. Her pussy pulsed around him. He’d never felt anything so good in his life.

  He’d meant to just rest inside her, let her get used to the feel. But he wanted more and more and more.

  His hips rocked. Her face twisted in passion. The hurt had gone and he knew she was feeling good.

  You belong to me, he made her believe. You’re mine, and you’ll beg me to do to you whatever I want.

  “Rees,” she moaned. “Please.”

  “Please what, darling?” he said. “Please what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “I am, beautiful.”

  He moved himself in and out. The friction was hot and good.

  “Rees, gods. What do I feel?”

  “What I want you to feel,” he whispered.

  “You’re so big. I can’t—”

  “Yes, you can.” He kissed her lips. “You’re taking it, Talan. Every inch of it. You love it.”

  “I do love it.”

  “I love feeling you too, sweetheart.”

  He stroked her, in and out and in again. Her cunt was swallowing him. It was wet and slick and squeezing him hard.

  Gods, he wanted her forever. Not just now, not just to teach her, but for always.

  The thought was so strong, it almost pulled him out of his ecstasy.

  Not quite. He kept going, kept riding her. She squirmed and squealed, loving what he did.

  “It’s good,” he murmured. “This is good fucking, Talan.”

  She made another wordless noise, lost in joy.

  He kissed her again. She tasted good. He licked her skin.

  He smelled her sex on the air, smelled the sweet scent of her hair. He kissed her forehead and plowed her some more.

  Would her ass be as good? he wondered. He wanted her ass, he wanted her in every way, and he’d make her beg him for it.

  He sensed danger, but he couldn’t stop to worry about it. She wanted him to show her what sex was. Well, he would show her every single thing about it. Every single way to fuck.

  “Beg me for more, Talan.”

  Her eyes squeezed shut. “More, Rees, please.”

  He slid even further in, buried all the way to his balls. She whimpered.

  “Do you love it, Talan?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I love it. I love you.”

  “I know, baby. I’m making you say it.”

  She opened her eyes. The blue of them held anguish. “No, I mean—”

  “Oh, gods, no. What the hell—?”

  He was coming. A black tide of excitement swept over him.

  Rees had wanted to go for another hour or so. But he was coming, now. Her sweet tight cunt was making him come.

  “Rees.” She had tears on her face. He licked them off.

  “Talan, baby, take my come.”

  He shot it deep into her, hot and thick.

  She came too. He laid down on her as she squirmed and screamed and raked her nails down his back.

  He gave her one more thrust, filling her to the brim, then he let out his breath.

  Her hips thrust against his, hard, four or five more times, riding it out until the very end.

  Then she collapsed.

  Everything quieted.

  Talan opened her eyes, smiled at him dreamily.

  He raked her hair from her face. He was shaking and sweating. He’d just come and come and come, and her sweet little pussy was already making him hard again.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

  He kissed her swollen lips.

  “I liked that,” she said. She brushed her palm over his shoulder. “It was much better than I thought it would be.”

  He stared. “You’ve just been screwed by a Shareem and that’s all you can say?”

  “I said it was much better.”

  He chuckled. His engorged cock gave a throb. “Want to go again?”

  She looked hopeful. “Can we?”

  “All night, if you want it.”

  “Yes. I want it.”

  “Then ask me.” He nipped her lips. “No, beg me.”

  “Fuck me all night, Rees,” she said.

  “Say please, little girl.”

  “Please, Rees. Please fuck me all night, pretty please.”

  His cock danced inside her. “And this from the woman who was going to give herself to philosophy.”

  “I will. Later. First, fuck me. Fuck me all night, Rees.”

  He did.

  A
ll through the afternoon and well into the dark hours, Rees drove his needy cock into her.

  He showed her how to straddle him, pleasuring herself. He showed her how to lay with her ass on the edge of the bed while he lifted her legs and penetrated her. He liked it best when he lay on top of her, where he could hold her and kiss her.

  By the time she fell asleep, he’d fucked his lady five times, and still his cock begged for more.

  Chapter Ten

  Talan woke later that night to find herself snuggled naked against Rees.

  His arm lay across her abdomen and his breath, sonorous and slow, warmed her ear.

  She thought about everything they’d done and blushed. She thought about it again, and smiled.

  Having her very own Shareem was educational.

  And fun.

  Lady Ursula had written about this in her diary. She’d had a level one Shareem, and her descriptions of his warm, slow hands on her body had fired Talan’s imagination.

  Rees was a level two, so it must be different. Rees was wild and laughing and teasing.

  He was sound asleep now. Sleep relaxed his muscles, and with his Shareem eyes closed, he looked like a normal man.

  A gorgeous, normal man who’d made love to her all night.

  She was curious about his life before she’d met him. She wanted to know all about him. Soon, she’d have to let him go.

  Soon, all she’d have would be her diary account, something to read and remind herself what he’d been like.

  Talan gently eased out from under his arm. He frowned in his sleep, but didn’t wake.

  She stood beside the bed and looked down at him for a long time, then she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

  That didn’t wake him up either. His skin had cooled, no longer burning hot like when he’d made love to her.

  She’d have to ask him about that. She’d been hot and flushed, too, but nothing like he’d been. A normal man would have been burning up with fever at that temperature.

  The high window above the bed showed black darkness. Talan walked to the bathroom, feeling a bit sore. The soreness didn’t make her want to wince. It made her want to giggle.

  The bathroom was clean and neat, except for a tunic he’d dropped in a corner. She picked it up the tunic and smoothed it out. The fabric was thick and sun-protective, and expensive. She folded it and left it on a shelf.

  She used the necessary, then sterilized her hands and face.

  She noticed he had a water shower, not a body sterilizer. She was tempted to use it, but she decided to first send a message to Lady Petronella.

  Talan left the bathroom and quietly crossed the room to Rees’ monitor. She sat gingerly on a chair in front of the terminal, and input a text message to Lady Pet telling her she was in the city with Rees and not to worry.

  Once the message was gone, she remained in the chair, studying the picture of Rees, Rio, and Judith next to the terminal. All three were laughing. She felt a pang of envy.

  Judith wasn’t a rich woman looking for a night of forbidden pleasure with a Shareem. She talked to Rio and went out with him because she liked him, and he liked her. Talan envied their easy comradeship. She and Rees were pretending to have such a relationship right now, but Talan knew that would soon end.

  She touched a button to scroll through the picture monitor. There were more pictures of Rio and some of Rees or Judith with him. One was on a tropical beach—a holo-room.

  Rio was naked except for a loincloth, and he had a very nice body, indeed. Talan felt a bit disloyal to Rees for looking at it, but she could not help herself. Her womanly instincts made her stare.

  Rio was posing and being silly. Rees stood next to him wearing a sleeveless tunic and rolling his eyes at Rio’s antics.

  Talan smiled and scrolled past the picture.

  She noticed that in all the pictures, while Rio and Judith hung on each other and laughed, Rees stood a little apart from them, like he didn’t quite belong. She’d sensed that in the bar, too. She wondered why that should be. Maybe Rees was different because he was more thoughtful. He had brains. So did Rio, she sensed, but Rio liked his bad-boy act.

  She scrolled to the next picture. This one was of Rio with a different woman. The woman had brown hair and a pretty face. She wore upper-class robes, and Rio had his arm around her.

  The next four pictures were of her and Rio, too, in various places around the city.

  Another upper-class woman taken with a Shareem. Talan didn’t recognize the woman, which was odd. The woman was not from off-planet—her robes and features were definitely Bor Nargan.

  A pair of strong arms slid around her waist, and Rees leaned down and kissed her neck.

  She felt herself melt to him again, felt her mind succumb to his Shareem presence.

  “Who is she?” she asked, touching the screen.

  Rees looked. “Her name was Serena.”

  “She likes Shareem.”

  “She liked Rio. And he liked her. A lot.”

  Talan looked up at him. “What happened?”

  “Nothing. Serena got married and moved off-world. Rio knew she’d go sooner or later. He just expected it to be later.”

  Talan turned around on the chair. She was still naked, except for the necklace Rees had given her. The silver ball was cool against her chest.

  “He was in love with her?” she asked, surprised.

  “I think so.”

  Talan fingered the necklace. “But Shareem can’t fall in love. I read that. Your emotions, like unhappiness and grief and love, were suppressed or eliminated.”

  Rees’ expression was quiet. “That isn’t true. Shareem can fall in love.”

  “Then why do the books say they can’t?”

  Rees put his fingers under her chin. “Because the books aren’t written by Shareem.”

  Talan thought about Lady Ursula’s diary, how it had cut off after the last page, and how Lady Ursula had never been seen again.

  “Shareem are not allowed to leave the planet,” she murmured.

  “No, they’re not.”

  “Does Rio want to leave because of Serena? Does he want to find her?”

  Rees traced a soothing finger down her neck. “No. He knows he doesn’t have a chance with her. He just wants…freedom.”

  “What about you?”

  Rees leaned and kissed her cheek. His warm, silken hair brushed her jaw. “What about me?”

  “Do you want to leave Bor Narga?”

  He smiled. “No.”

  “You don’t want your freedom?”

  “I have freedom. Besides, there’s a few reasons I want to stay here.”

  His smile made her shiver. Wouldn’t it be nice if one of those reasons was her?

  Well, she could dream, couldn’t she?

  “Rees.”

  He kissed the hollow of her throat. “I’m right here, baby.”

  “Is there more? I mean, you showed me so much already, and I’m not technically a virgin anymore.”

  “I’d say you’re definitely not a virgin anymore.”

  “But is that all? Are we finished?”

  He raised his head. His eyes were darkening. “Sweet baby, I can show you anything you want.”

  “Level one?”

  “What?”

  “We skipped over level one, didn’t we?”

  He stopped. “Maybe a little.”

  Talan knew she was drawing this out on purpose. She could easily tell him they were done and go home, never see him again, but she didn’t want to. Not yet.

  “Can you show me level one?” Her gaze drifted to the sealed door of the bathroom. “Maybe in your water shower?”

  His smile returned. “You’re a vixen.”

  “Maybe.”

  She smiled back at him. He leaned down, scooped her up, and carried her into the bathroom.

  Hours later, she was damp and exhausted and curled up on the bed with him again. The window was going gray with morning.

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nbsp; “Level two, next?” she asked sleepily.

  His laughter moved the bed. “You’re insatiable, Talan.”

  That was true. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  Talan didn’t know whether that was because he was Shareem and had gotten under her skin, or maybe just because he was Rees.

  “I want level two again.”

  He laughed.

  She sat up, looked at him indignantly. “Is something funny?”

  “When you first saw me, you were afraid to touch me.”

  “I didn’t know you, then.”

  Rees propped himself up on one elbow. “You asked for my DNA. That’s not something a woman asks a man every day. At least not unless she’s married to him and wants a kid.”

  “I told you, I’m doing research on Shareem.”

  “You really know how to flatter a guy, don’t you?”

  She widened her eyes. “Were you offended?”

  “No. For some reason I wanted to do anything you told me.”

  She thought about what her computer program had showed her. “I looked at your DNA. It’s human. It’s exactly like mine. Well, I mean not exactly. You’re you, and I’m me. But it’s human.”

  “You’re sweet.”

  “It’s true. I could see where they messed with you, but it’s human DNA. You’re not a different species.”

  He went quiet. “But I’m not human, Talan.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  He gave her an impatient look. “I was created in a laboratory. I had about twenty different DNA donors, including other Shareem. That’s not normal.”

  “Yes it is. We all are created when DNA comes together. Maybe most of us have only two donors at a time, but we have grandparents and great-grandparents and we all get DNA from them. You just got yours all at once.”

  “And you don’t think that’s weird?”

  “Well, it’s unusual. If you think you’re special for not having parents, I was dumped in a crate on the shelter’s doorstep. Can you imagine that? Being left because no one wanted to take care of you?”

  He brushed a strand of damp hair from her cheek. “Lady Petronella took care of you.”

  “I know. I was lucky. And I love her, but it’s not the same thing, is it?”

  “Poor Talan.”

  “The point is, I don’t feel special or not normal because of it. It just happened.”