Seven Beasts_Reverse Harem Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  I started to lift up on Boone’s cock and Randall matched my motion, withdrawing at the same speed and pushing his dick deep when I started to slide down again. The combination sent me into a frenzy with my body craving both of them and trying to go faster so I could enjoy the feeling. Gill climbed onto the bed and pulled me towards him, guiding his cock towards my mouth. I had no idea how I was going to concentrate on him with the pleasure I was engulfed in, but I started taking him into my mouth and massaging his dick with my tongue. The pressure in my anus was still pretty intense but started to get better the more Randall fucked me in my tightest hole. Boone’s cock kept my g-spot stimulated and since I could control it with my motions I made sure he was against it every time I slid down his shaft. My body was in turmoil with pleasure coming at me from every angle. Alexander climbed onto the bed and kissed my neck. His hands started to massage and squeeze my breasts while he kissed, sending more currents of bliss through me while my body spiraled towards an orgasm.

  I’m gonna cum—oh my god!

  My pussy started to spasm first with Boone’s cock buried deep inside me. I had to stop moving my hips as my body reacted and my muscles tensed up. Randall picked up the pace and pounded my anus as hard as he could while I erupted with pleasure surging through me. Alexander moved a hand down to my pussy and started furiously rubbing my clitoris when the orgasm started, which sent it to a new height of bliss. Randall’s thrusts got so fast and furious that he started bouncing me on Boone’s cock without me moving at all. I couldn’t even concentrate on Gill, but he was hammering my mouth so hard my lips were covered in saliva and numb. Once the orgasm began, it just didn’t want to stop. The sensations were too strong and with Randall sending me up and down on Boone’s cock with his thrusts, I couldn’t do anything but let my body react. The first orgasm ended, but it felt more like a pause because the next one came roaring from within me without warning. My pussy squeezed Boone’s dick even more and with Alexander’s finger circling my clitoris, I couldn’t do anything but endure the pleasure they were giving me.

  “I’m gonna explode!” Randall’s words came out in a growl.

  “Me too!” Boone grunted his words beneath a loud moan.

  I couldn’t even tell which one of them started to ejaculate first. Randall’s cum started to fill my ass while Boone rapidly erupted in my pussy like a volcano. The combination sent me spiraling into bliss with a third orgasm causing every muscle to tense up and release the pressure in one motion. If Gill wasn’t buried in my throat, I would have screamed louder than I did when Alexander fucked me for the first time. Randall finally started to slow down when his load was spent and I thought my anus was going to get a break, but Alexander immediately took his place. Alexander shoved himself in fast and immediately started pounding me. His enormous girth stretched my anus wider than it had been stretched by Randall, but his lust was unbridled. Boone was still buried inside of me and once Alexander started to hammer my anus, I felt his cock started to get harder—he definitely wasn’t done. As the sensations started sending me back to the point of craving another orgasm, I felt Gill begin to pulsate in my mouth.

  “Oh god...” He moaned and drove his cock deep into my throat.

  I massaged his cock with my tongue and my throat as I felt he cum surging through his shaft. A second later he was filling my mouth with his sticky cum. I swallowed hard, forcing his seed down my throat, but the vibrations seem to cause him to tense again. He grabbed my head and started thrusting his cock into my mouth even faster. His dick pulsated and throbbed again, clearly searching for another release. The fury of their lust left my body ravaged, but I knew I was going to cum again.

  I tried to prepare as I felt it building up once more, but before I could release it, I heard a growl erupt from Alexander. He was close. The speed of his thrusts were picking up and even though he hadn’t been inside me long, he was clearly chasing his orgasm with reckless abandon. The virgin that had him for the first time was gone. I was a woman who craved everything that was happening and so much more. Alexander started to ejaculate in my ass and I felt Boone throbbing again.

  “Keep going, I’m so close!” Boone started bucking his hips upwards, trying to force my body to keep moving.

  Alexander squeezed my ass so hard that I thought he was going to bruise it as he unloaded. He released the first explosion of semen and then started to thrust again, slamming his hips into me hard enough to send me up the entire length of Boone’s cock. He continued to cum as he slammed into me and then I felt Boone’s body shaking. Everything spiraled into a peak that I couldn’t escape as I started to orgasm for the fourth time. Gill held my head still and steadily pounded my mouth while the other two sent me over the edge to the point I thought I was going to never stop the eruption of pleasure surging through my body.

  I felt both of them start to slow down when they were spent and I slumped forward on my hands, feeling Gill throbbing in my mouth. Gill drove his cock deep and while it wasn’t the same intensity as his first eruption, he still coated my mouth with his cum before he was finally ready to stop. He withdrew first and then the other two lifted me up so that they could pull their cocks free from my exhausted holes. Randall slid onto the bed next to me and pulled me close as the others slumped down with nothing left inside of them.

  “I don’t think I’ll move from this spot—ever.” Boone stretched out his arms above his head.

  “We’re going to need a bigger bed.” Gill chuckled as he pushed Boone’s arm aside and lay down next to me.

  We were a tangled mess of spent pleasures and sweat when we finally went to sleep. My mind was exhausted from the day of research and my body was pillaged by their desires. When I got to sleep, I once again dreamed of the man in the golden armor, but this time the beasts that surrounded him had faces—at least four of the did. They joined him as more beasts surrounded us and the five of them formed a circle around me to keep me safe from the snarls and the growls at the edge of the darkness. I didn’t understand what it meant, but I woke up the next morning feeling like I had slept for an eternity. Randall was already gone, but the other three men were still sleeping. I put my blue dress on and walked down the hallway to the kitchen, feeling every muscle in my body protesting the movement. I was sore from head to toe. Randall had food simmering in a pot and smiled when I sat down at the table.

  “I assume you’ll be spending another day in the library?” He put some soup in a bowl and put it in front of me, along with a piece of bread.

  “Yeah.” I nodded and felt sick to my stomach when I saw another petal hanging from Alexander’s rose that was about to fall.

  “Well at least let us give you a massage and get you cleaned up.” He sat down across from me and bit down on his piece of bread.

  “That sounds wonderful.” I smiled at the thought of feeling their hands on my body.

  We were almost done with our meal when the other three joined us, but they all agreed that I deserved to be taken care of after what we did the night before. They prepared the bath and all four of them massaged my tired muscles while I soaked in the warm water. As enjoyable as it was, my mind was still racing with the thoughts of my dream and the research ahead of me. I got dressed after they were done, choosing a nice red dress that was warmer than the other two. I headed to the library and Randall started dressing to go on a hunt. Boone decided to join him, but none of us thought it would be a good idea for Alexander to leave with his rose already in the shape it was in. He joined me in the library for a while, but the effects of losing another petal seemed to make him weaker than normal—or perhaps that was partly my doing. He went to take a nap and I kept turning the pages in the tomes, trying to find something that would help. A couple of hours passed and I heard the door open. I assumed it was one of them entering, but when I turned my head, I saw two large hulking beasts glaring at me.

  “Who—you.” My mind started to swirl and when I saw the similarities between them, I started to understand. “You must be
the twins...”

  “Yes.” One of them growled as he took a step towards me. I didn’t see any kindness in his eyes and I started to tremble with terror.

  “Hel—” Before the words could come out of my mouth, he closed the distance between us and clamped a hand over my mouth.

  “You’ll do plenty of screaming when we get you to the west wing, but right now I think you should just keep quiet.” The beast behind the one with his hand clamped over my mouth snarled as he spoke.

  The one who had spoken reached down and grabbed my legs while the other kept a hand clamped over my mouth. They carried me out of the library and while I tried to struggle, they were much too powerful for me. I was alone in the castle except for Alexander and he was likely still sleeping if he hadn’t returned to the library. They carried me down a dark corridor that seemed to stretch on for miles. The others had told me about the twins, but they said they never ventured out of the west wing. They carried me to a large room that had a roaring fire and a lot of wolf pelts on the floor. Something was shoved into my mouth once we arrived, but I couldn’t see what it was. The one that held my feet dropped them onto the floor and grabbed a piece of rope. They secured it to my hands and then did the same to my feet. I looked up at them as they circled me like wolves staring at their prey.

  “I’m going to remove the gag from your mouth, but if you scream, you won’t like what I do to you,” one of them said angrily.

  “Yes.” My words were muffled through the gag, but they were audible enough for them to understand.

  “My name is Braden. This is my twin brother Shane.” He pulled my gag away and stared into my eyes.

  “We’ve been watching you, Anabelle.” Shane chuckled. “We really like what we see.”

  “We like it a lot.” Braden nodded and stood back up, tossing the gag towards the fireplace.

  Chapter 12: Braden

  1987

  I was supposed to be the good twin. Nobody would know that if they walked in and saw me standing over the body of a drug dealer with a briefcase of money in one hand and well over a million dollars worth of cocaine at my feet. My brother started gathering it as I tucked my gun back into the back of my pants. The money and the drugs were our retirement plan. We had been selling cocaine in Miami for nearly three years and we were wealthy, but as long as the kingpin of Miami’s drug trade had us on his payroll, we would never be able to enjoy it. We planned the hit for months, carefully moving the chess pieces until we had everything in place. It would look like a drug deal gone bad and nobody was going to mourn the bastard we killed. We had practically did the police a favor, even if it was only for our benefit. The only thing that we had to do was walk out the warehouse, get into our Porsche, and ride off into the sunset. New York seemed like a good place to unload the product and start over with a new life.

  “We did it!” Shane let out a howl as I cranked up the car and put it in drive.

  “Yes we did.” I looked over at him and smiled.

  “I bet that was a bigger rush that scoring a touchdown—fuck the NFL. You’re still getting your million dollars.” He slammed his fist into the dashboard several times and let out another howl.

  When I was the good twin, football was my life. I was the hottest quarterback coming out of high school, so I naturally chose to commit to Miami State College. They already had one national championship under their belt and I planned to bring several more home before I moved on to the NFL and lived out my fantasy of becoming a professional football player. My brother came along for the ride. They gave him a scholarship, but he didn’t have coaches throwing money at him, so he found another way to make it. I chastised him for his choices until I went down in the last game of my college career with a hit to my knee that snapped my leg in half. I went from being the number one prospect in the draft to facing a career ending injury. Surgery was unsuccessful, and a year after I played my last game, I was working at a bank instead of scoring touchdowns. I wanted the life I thought I deserved and when my brother said I could make a whole month’s salary in one night, I gave in and joined his cocaine crusade.

  “Nobody will even know us in New York. We’ll unload this coke a little at a time and when it is gone, we’ll never have to work again.” He stared at the bag of powder. “But maybe just a taste?”

  “We’re definitely not selling all of it.” I winked at him and he opened one of the bags.

  New York was a dream come true. We no longer had to worry about one of our deals going bad because people knew how much product we were moving. We were literally nobodies in a city that loved cocaine. We could sell what we could move without much effort and our pockets were always full of cash without touching our retirement fund. We snorted our way through a couple of bags while we enjoyed the city and the beautiful women in it. Life was a party seven days a week. Our spending habit attracted a bit of attention, but most of it was good. If someone crossed us, we knew how to deal with them. Most of the time it was just a back-alley brawl or a dispute we settled in the parking lot without ever having to brandish a weapon. We were so high that we didn’t think we would ever have to come down and that was just fine with us. Life was a gift and we intended to enjoy every second of it until we had our fill and settled down.

  “Do you ever miss Miami?” My brother ran a hundred-dollar bill through a line of cocaine and leaned back with a smile when the sting hit his nostril.

  “Not at all.” I shook my head and followed his lead.

  “Someone certainly misses you...” A voice broke our drug fueled laughter and I turned to see a woman with emerald eyes walking towards us. “Or rather they miss the money and the drugs you stole.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” I stood up and towered over the woman.

  “Someone who doesn’t like thieves, especially when they steal from me.” As she got closer, I noticed what appeared to be a faint green glow around her.

  “We didn’t steal from you.” Shane stood up. “We don’t even know you.”

  “But you did...” Her eyes narrowed, almost covering the shimmer that reflected off of them. “Every time I find someone I care about—every fucking time—someone like you comes along and takes him from me.”

  “What?” I looked at my brother.

  “Lady, we don’t know you.” He held up his hands.

  It seemed like nobody else in the club was even paying attention to the woman or the green glow she was surrounded by. I tried to take a step forward, but my foot wouldn’t move. It felt like it was rooted in place or glued to the floor. The woman got closer and I looked to Shane in a panic but I saw the same reflection of fear in his eyes. My hand went to the back of my pants, but my gun wasn’t there. I desperately felt around but there was no sign of it. When I looked back towards the woman who was approaching, I saw it in her hand. She tossed it to the side and it landed right next to a group of people who were talking, but they didn’t even look our way. It was like we were completely invisible to them. I started to yell, trying to get their attention, but they didn’t even look my way. The woman got so close that I could feel her breath on my face before she lifted her hand.

  “The two of you will suffer for eternity for what you have done.” With a flick of her wrist the world collapsed on itself and I was spinning in darkness with Shane right beside me.

  Chapter 13: Shane

  It was supposed to be hell, but purgatory was covered in ice and snow and instead of fire and brimstone. The three beasts we encountered in the castle resembled little more than savages. They used primitive weapons to hunt animals in the snow, always babbling about their rose. It was a while before we saw the conjoined rose that represented our life and felt the pain of trying to leave the castle. Only one of us could walk through the gate at once or the pain was excruciating. If one of us left, it wasn’t as bad as long as we returned quickly. We foraged for what we could, but neither of us could taken down an animal on our own. Especially a wolf—most of the time they traveled in packs. That led to us
eating berries and even tree bark when we were really hungry. We secluded ourselves in the west wing of the castle for a while, but that just led to us practically starving to death.

  Eventually we were forced to join the savages and we became a part of their tribe. Five victims of a witch. We shared our stories, and we learned how to hunt. When Randall came, things changed. He was a skilled hunter, and he knew how to grow crops, even in the winter. My brother and I no longer wanted our humanity. We were addicted to the beasts we had become and so we secluded ourselves to the west wing, hunting and roasting our meat like we had done in the past. The one thing we didn’t have was a woman, but like the other things we desired—we planned to take what we wanted.

  “Please don’t hurt me!” The young woman on the floor looked up at the two of us with fear in her eyes.

  “We don’t have to hurt you.” I leaned down and traced the edge of her red dress. “As long as you do what we want.”

  “The same thing you’ve been doing for all of the other cursed beasts in this castle.” Braden narrowed his eyes at her. “We’ve been alone for a very long time.”

  “They didn’t force me to do it!” She struggled against the rope on her hands and feet.

  “Why would you give yourself to wretched beasts?” Braden tilted his head with curiosity. “A woman as beautiful as you choosing that fate?”

  “You must not have been watching very closely then.” She struggled against the ropes again. “I didn’t give myself to beasts, I helped them realize that they were still men.”

  “Oh, I see. First they get someone to cook for them and then they think they’re men again. It doesn’t work that way. We are cursed to live as beasts.” I leaned closer to her.

  “Is that why you chose to seclude yourself from the others?” She looked at Braden and then to me.