Seven Beasts_Reverse Harem Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  “Show me the man who made kingdoms crumble and lesser kings fall to their knees. Don’t hold back—I want to satisfy all of your desires.” I squeezed him tight and felt his hips start to move a little faster.

  His cock started to move against my g-spot without stopping or even moving from it. The incredible girth and remarkable length kept him buried deep while he moaned with pleasure. My orgasm had been on the edge of an explosion for so long that the feeling made it feel like a bubble that just needed to be popped. My muscles started to ache with the need for a release. My breathing picked up and I could feel my heart beating against my chest and it matched his. It felt like they were connected as our bodies were pressed together. His lips pressed to mine again and his tongue ran between them. The fury of his kiss combined with the speed of his thrusts pushed me past that point of no return and I felt my body reacting. My pussy started to spasm as my muscles released and I moaned louder against his lips. He kept his thrusts pounding into my body erupted in his embrace. My pussy squeezed his cock and if his lips weren’t silencing me, I would have screamed with pleasure. Even as I massaged his dick with the spasms of my orgasm, he still continued his steady thrusts. I could feel his cock throbbing, but he didn’t show any sign of slowing down. The instant my orgasm ended, I felt another one building up against him.

  I’m not even going to get a break!

  He pulled back from my lips and I could see the storm raging in his eyes. His blue eyes lit up like the heavens on a stormy night as the lighting surged through his body. He was close, but he still wasn’t forcing his body to chase the release I knew he craved. My second orgasm began with little warning, tightening on his cock until it took even more force to keep pushing it deep inside me. My head flew back and my lips parted with a scream that made my whole body vibrate. I felt pleasure consume me and take me to another realm of excitement. A second orgasm still wasn’t enough for the man who once wielded Excalibur. His cock moved almost as fast as the lightning I could see in his eyes and the sound of his hips slamming between my thighs was like thunder against the stone walls surrounding us.

  He was going to make me cum again and if that one wasn’t enough to make him feel the sweetness of bliss, he was going to do it another time. My body was exhausted, but the fire wouldn’t die out in his embrace. He wasted little time driving my body to the point of a third orgasm and when I started to cum, I thought my muscles were going to collapse my bones with the fury of their release. Another scream lifted from my lips and he started to kiss around them, sucking on the bottom one while I felt it tremble.

  “There’s nothing left...” I felt my lips go numb and my body started to follow as the feeling of exhaustion swept over me.

  “I’m not done with you.” He shook his head. “I will show you that the legend in your mind is nothing compared to the man who holds you in his arms.”

  I thought there was no way he could go faster, but I was wrong. It was almost like his body became a blur, heightened by the fact that my eyes were practically glazed over from the pleasure I had felt. I was sure my body was done—completely spent with nothing left to offer either of us but the desire he craved. I was wrong. He kept his body moving against mine until I felt another orgasm start to build. His cock throbbed to the point I thought he was finally going to release his seed inside of me, but he was still holding back the satisfaction he craved. The feeling of his pulsating cock against my g-spot was more than I could endure without a physical reaction. The orgasm was like fire in my veins, forcing the tired muscles to once against taste the sweet surrender of his embrace. My abdomen twisted in knots for a moment and then the release came once more. It was so powerful that my eyes rolled back in my head and all I saw were stars. My lips tried to form words, to accompany the bliss with a verbal response, but he engulfed them with his. I felt pillaged, ravaged beyond the point of repair—but the lust in Arthur’s body was still unsatisfied.

  “Now you’re ready to bring my pleasure to life.” He pulled from my lips and kissed my neck.

  My readiness didn’t seem to matter. I had been ready time and time again before he sent me to a stratosphere of pleasure while his simply simmered. I felt his cock throbbing with more intensity and pulsating inside me. It refused to let me simply satisfy him. It brought life back to my ragged frame like I had been resurrected from the dead. My eyes came back into focus and I felt like I was on a cloud of bliss with Arthur’s storm touching every nerve in my body. His hips started to shift in an erratic fashion and he roared as he went deep. The first explosion of his cum inside of me was more than my body could handle without another passion-fueled reaction of pleasure. I orgasmed again while he unloaded his manhood inside of me. It seemed to make him cum even harder as his hips pulled back and drove his cock in deep for another explosion. He held himself there and I felt the muscles in my pussy massaging his cock with my spasms while he continued to release the last of his passion. When he was spent, he fell onto the bed beside me, wrapping his hand around mine and squeezing it tight before he pulled me against his muscled chest.

  “You truly do make me feel like a man again...” He leaned his head against my neck.

  “Tomorrow we figure out how to break this curse once and for all.” My eyes closed and a sigh raised from my lips. “But tonight, all I can think of is sleep.”

  “If we can’t, then I have found the happiness I lost all those years ago.” He kissed my check and left his lips pressed against me.

  Chapter 19: Alexander

  What started as one night with the amazing Anabelle had blossomed into something I never imagined. She had saved my life and then we had almost died trying to recapture the freedom we lost at the hand of the witch—which we finally knew as the woman who once wed King Arthur. Guinevere had been alive longer than any of us could have understood before we met the man who owned the castle and learned it was the fabled Camelot. I had never thought to start breaking down walls while I was in the castle. I found what I needed and stayed within the confines. To think that there was someone else there behind the wall the entire time was a strange feeling. I understood his reason for hiding, but there were a lot of lonely nights when I would have loved to hear a friendly voice. I didn’t know if I would have blamed him back when I first arrived, but I didn’t have any despair towards him after learning the reason for the curse. Arthur had given us permission to look around the area he had been inhabiting and I was mesmerized by the riches. Even in my day it would have been worth more than most men could have accumulated in a lifetime.

  “Have you tried to pull Excalibur from the stone?” Anabelle walked into Arthur’s room and stared at the sword.

  “My heart isn’t innocent enough for that.” I walked to the legendary sword and wrapped my hand around the hilt.

  “We should all try, just to make sure the answer isn’t closer than we realize.” Anabelle nodded to me.

  “Here goes...” I pulled with all my might until I could feel my temples vibrating, but I couldn’t even budge it.

  “I’ll get the others.” Anabelle let out a sigh and walked out of the room.

  As much as I would have loved to pull the sword free and figure out how to defeat the witch, I didn’t feel like I really deserved it. I wasn’t sure I could resist the temptation it would bring. The legends told of an unstoppable man who wielded a sword forged from pure magic. That much power would likely lead to me doing something stupid and having it once again sink into the stone. Even though I was no longer a beast, the years had done something to me. They had left me scarred with the things I had done to survive. Anabelle returned with the rest of the men and they each tried to pull Excalibur from the stone, but each of them were met with the same response I was. If the sword judged us, then none of us were found worthy of the power it held. Anabelle continued looking around the room, touching the various objects she saw. Her search in the library may have come to an end, but she was still looking for something that could defeat the witch.

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p; “It may be time we face the reality of what is in front of us.” Boone stepped forward and put his hand on Anabelle’s shoulder. “We are trapped in this castle for eternity.”

  “I just can’t accept that.” She shook her head angrily. “There has to be a way.”

  “What if we cut your rose free and rooted it like the others?” Randall looked over at Arthur. “You’re a skilled fighter, and there are weapons in here that are a lot better than my bow. We might be able to get past the witches.”

  “My rose cannot be severed from the vine.” Arthur shook his head back and forth. “I tried that when I wanted to die. The instant it hits the ground, it grows again.”

  “Why are these mirrors not cracked?” Anabelle walked over to the wall where several round mirrors were hanging. “Every mirror in this castle is broken but these.”

  “Those are Merlin’s mirrors.” Arthur walked over and tapped one of them. Instead of meeting the resistance of the surface, his finger dipped into it for a moment before he withdrew it.

  “These are the ones he used to see into the past, present and future?” Anabelle looked at Arthur and then back at the wall.

  “They are.” Arthur nodded. “But it would take a wizard of immense power to use them in that manner again. You can see the present, but looking into the past or the future requires much more than your touch. Even with Merlin’s vast power, he couldn’t see the horrific fate that would befall Camelot.”

  “You can see the present? How?” Randall walked up to one of the mirrors.

  “Think of the person you want to see and touch the mirror.” Arthur motioned to one of them.

  “Okay.” Randall pushed his finger into the mirror’s surface and it sprang to life. “Oh my god—that’s my daughter.”

  “She’s beautiful.” Anabelle smiled and put her arm around Randall’s waist as the scene widened and we saw Randall’s daughter in the middle of a kitchen. “She’s a chef!”

  “Maybe she didn’t grow up hating me.” Randall put his hand to his cheek and I could see a tear in his eye.

  “Anyone you want to check on, Shane?” Braden looked to his brother.

  “No, I don’t want to see everyone we knew having a good time while we’re trapped here.” Shane shook his head.

  “Yeah...” Braden nodded in understanding.

  “I should try to check on my father.” Anabelle pushed her finger into the surface of another mirror.

  The mirror showed a man that looked ten years older than the one I had imprisoned in the castle, yet I could tell it was grief that aged him instead of time. He was sitting alone in a room surrounded by books. In his right hand was a glass that appeared to be filled with whiskey and in his left hand was a smoldering cigarette. He looked disheveled with a thick beard on his face that hadn’t seen a razor in a while. He lifted the cigarette to his lips and I saw tears in his eyes as he exhaled smoke. The smoke had barely left his lips before he emptied the glass into his mouth and filled it with more liquor from the bottle sitting next to him. I could see pain on Anabelle’s face as she stared at him. He certainly didn’t look well.

  Her finger moved to another mirror and I saw a woman that looked similar to Anabelle appear. She was dancing in the middle of lights that hurt my eyes. Anabelle’s finger moved to another mirror and I saw another woman appear. She was sitting on a long slender cushioned object with a man holding her close while the two of them watched a magic mirror in front of them. I didn’t quite understand the sight, and it seemed to illicit curiosity from some of the others, but Shane and Braden didn’t seem impressed by what they saw.

  “My father is wallowing in despair.” Anabelle pulled her hands free from the mirrors. “And my sisters have abandoned him.”

  “Maybe he drove them away.” I tried to provide some glimmer of hope, but I could see that she was broken up by what she saw. “It couldn’t have been easy to lose you.”

  “He’s drinking—he’s smoking again. He needs me.” Anabelle let out a sigh and I could see she was fighting back tears.

  “Arthur, is there any way to get word to the outside world? Is there any way we could let him know Anabelle is okay?” I turned towards the illustrious king.

  “I wish there was.” Arthur shook his head and sighed. “I watched everyone I loved grieve and eventually die while I sat in this room.”

  “Are there other items here with Merlin’s magic in them? Surely he had more than mirrors and the useless sword in the stone.” I looked around the room.

  “Most of them stopped working when he drew his last breath. That was a terrible thing to see. I didn’t think the wizard would ever die.” Arthur looked around the room. “I wonder if these would work...”

  “What are those?” Anabelle turned towards him.

  “Our wedding rings. Guinevere left her ring here when she cursed me, but there was a time when they could be used to draw the other person to them in an instant.” He slid one of the rings onto his left hand.

  “How do they work?” Anabelle took the other one from him.

  “They’re magic...” Arthur shrugged.

  “I mean, what will they do—how are they used?” Anabelle held the ring in front of her face.

  “They would allow me to close my fist.” He demonstrated the motion. “And I would be with Guinevere in an instant. They also allowed me to communicate with her. I could think what I wanted her to know and she would have that thought.”

  “She could do the same for you?” Anabelle pushed the ring onto her left hand.

  “Yes.” Arthur nodded. “She never wore it when she was with Lancelot or I would have known about their betrayal a lot earlier.”

  “If this works...” I put my hand to my chin. “Anabelle could leave the castle and if she gets in trouble, she could return.”

  “I wouldn’t have to fear the wolves.” Anabelle stared at the ring. “This ring would allow me to escape.”

  “Perhaps this would allow her to bring you out of the castle and escape the curse.” I tilted my head in contemplation.

  “One by one...” Braden’s eyes lit up.

  “The roses would still make it complicated.” Shane shook his head back and forth. “We don’t need to think about escape right now, we just need to help Anabelle get to her father.”

  “If this works,” Arthur put his hands on Anabelle’s shoulders, you don’t have to come back. If you are free, you are under no obligation to return.”

  “I need to go to my father, but I won’t stay. I will return, regardless of the situation.” Anabelle looked up at Arthur and then shifted her focus to the room. “You have my word.”

  Anabelle and Arthur started to test the rings, moving to different areas of the castle and using the magic to appear to the other. They seemed to work as long as both of them were wearing the golden bands. If one of them removed their ring, the magic was voided. I felt a great sadness overcome me when I watched Anabelle set out into the snow. Arthur gave her a sword and some armor that his archers wore at Camelot. She looked a bit ridiculous and I didn’t think she would even try to survive a wolf attack if they came at her, but she wasn’t as vulnerable as she would have been without it. I understood her motive. As much as we cared about her, she had a family outside of the cursed walls of Camelot. She didn’t deserve to be there. I was a fool for imprisoning her to begin with for what her father did. We watched until she was nearly out of sight and then returned to the castle. There was nothing we could do but wait. If she returned, we would be blessed. If she decided she didn’t want to return, there was nothing we could do about it. I sat down in the chair next to the fireplace, feeling my heart heavy with concern.

  “I can’t go to her.” Arthur held his hand out. “The magic doesn’t work for me now that she has passed the border of Camelot.”

  “At least we know it works for her.” Boone held his hands up to the fire. “We have to trust her.”

  “I can’t survive on trust.” Arthur shook his head back and forth. “I’m
going to watch her on the mirrors.”

  Chapter 20: Anabelle

  Leaving the castle and the seven men that were trapped in the curse was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. Nothing tried to stop me when I left. There was no sign of the wolves that attacked us before. It seemed like they only came after us because those that cursed tried to escape. I kept my hand partially clenched, ready to return if anything didn’t seem right. I passed the point where the storm raged and saw Lake Vaughn in the distance. I had left my car near the road, but when I got there, I didn’t see a sign of my father’s car. My cell phone was completely drained of power during my time at the castle, so I started walking.

  It was at least five miles before I would even see a gas station, but I had come so far that I wasn’t going to turn back. I walked along the road, which kept my feet out of the snow while I walked on the tire tracks. I finally got out of the wooded area and saw the lights of civilization in the distance. My emotions were flooded with thoughts of the men I left behind and my father who clearly needed to know I was alive. I walked into the gas station and asked to use the phone—it was time for me to return to the world I had been so quick to dismiss.

  “Daddy?” I felt my hands trembling when he picked up the phone.

  “I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER see you again! How did you escape?” My father’s arms wrapped around me and hugged me tight when he pulled into the gas station parking lot.

  “It...” I paused for a moment as I considered my words. “It wasn’t easy, but I found a way back.”

  “I told the police all about it. I told them about the castle, the beasts that imprisoned us, and they looked for you—they sent out search parties.” He tightened his grip and I heard his tone turning to one of remorse. “They didn’t believe me. They didn’t believe you were still out there. I spent days searching for you myself, but I finally had to accept that I wasn’t going to find the castle unless the beasts allowed me to.”