Her Immortal Harem Book Two

by Savannah Skye

  More than that, while I had enjoyed the intensity of that first time in New York, this was already feeling more fun. There was no pressure - we could do it again tomorrow. There would be a tomorrow, and a next week, and a next year. Back then, it had been an ultimate expression of our feelings, this was still an expression of our love for each other, but it was also a chance to have sex because we all loved it.

  We writhed across the bed, laughing like teenagers as I yanked off a pair of pants here, a shirt there, kissed a nipple or stroked a hard cock. There was so much to choose from and I didn't want to neglect anyone. That was the problem with this otherwise delightful situation - I loved them all and I wanted them all, to share in that supreme moment. Last time had been great but they had essentially taken turns and that wasn't what I wanted, I wanted them all. I wanted the beautiful intimacy of making love to one man, but with all three of them. As the guys removed the last of my clothes, kissing everything they revealed with diligence and love, a plan formed in my mind.

  Drawing my men around me, I kissed, bit and sucked at them, bringing them all to a pitch point of arousal. Next, I drew Alexei down to the bed with me. He started to ease me onto my back, but I pushed him back the other way.

  "Lie down," I said, kissing Nico absently as I addressed his friend.

  There was something wonderfully casual and open about how the four of us were together. There was no jealousy and no recrimination, but we also never even stopped to wonder why should there be? What was there to be jealous about? The guys didn't share me, they didn't fight over me - we were all together. When I kissed Christoph, I wasn't ignoring Alexei. If I spent a night with Nico, it wasn't because I preferred him to the others. If Alexei and I took a weekend away together, then I would still come home to the three of them. There was enough love to go around. Although I had to admit that the majority of that love came my way, which I wasn't exactly sorry about. But just because I had gotten very lucky, and was a little spoiled, was no reason not to recognize what the four of us had together as what it was; love. An unconventional love, perhaps, but no less intimate, no less honest and no less genuine for that. This morning I hoped to find the ultimate expression of that. And have some fun, too.

  Alexei lay back with his head on the pillows at the top of the bed. His fist was wrapped around his bounding organ - as ever, that wild beast needed to be kept in check. His green eyes were trained on mine, sharing this moment with me, and I held that eye contact as I dipped my head to suck long and luxuriously at him, making him moan in satisfaction. Behind me, I felt Nico and Christoph kissing their way across my hind quarters, Nico bending low to put his head between my legs and lick at me, while Christoph's tongue probed at my bottom. My hips swayed and bobbed with their attention but I remained focused on Alexei, on his bright eyes and on the pulsing head filling my mouth.

  After a little while of this, I released Alexei, his member springing free like a living thing, and grabbed it around the base. Reluctantly, I edged away from the two mouths that had been thrilling me and they willingly let me go. I straddled Alexei's taut body and guided his swollen cock to my core. As the throbbing head slipped into my wet heat, I gasped and Alexei sighed with pleasure. His gentle hands slid up my thighs to rest on my hips, guiding my movements. After a few half strokes to get me used to him, I ground my hips down to swallow the whole of his length inside me, gasping with my fullness. I held still a moment, letting us both enjoy the sensation; his cock throbbing within me, my pussy muscles palpitating along his iron-hard shaft. Then we began to move, and I closed my eyes as the bright pleasure began to sing through my body. I rode Alexei quickly and lightly, arcing my body up and down on his thick shaft. He caught the rhythm but also the tone, his fingers dancing across my skin, exciting me but also sometimes tickling me, making me chuckle in high happiness. The intensity of our last encounter was replaced by a wild joy.

  Opening my eyes, I beckoned to Christoph with a look and took his curved cock into my mouth, bathing his hot organ with my saliva as I sucked at him. Once he was slick from base to tip, I let him go and, letting my hands leave Alexei, I reached around to pry apart my butt cheeks. Christoph's eyes danced and he sucked at his middle finger, ready to give me the double penetration I wanted.

  But I shook my head. "No, baby. Not that."

  I leaned forward and kissed the head of his straining cock. Christoph instantly understood what I was asking, but hesitated a moment, afraid of hurting me.

  "Please," I said, which was enough to dispel his doubts.

  As Christoph went behind me, I slowed my undulations on Alexei, who generously reached forward to caress my clit with one hand, while with his other he helped spread my ass cheeks for his friend. I bent forward to kiss Alexei on the mouth as I felt Christoph's blunt head nudge up against my bottom hole. Again he hesitated, worried about me, but I had no such qualms - this would not be my first time through that entrance, though I had a hunch it would be the best. I reached back, taking Christoph in hand and pressing him firmly against that tender ring. There was a moment of pressure and then I gasped into Alexei's mouth as Christoph popped past my outer defenses and slid into my bottom with aching perfection. I could not help giggling as I heard him issue a long drawling groan of pleasure.

  With gentle strokes, going a little deeper each time, Christoph began to work his way into my bottom, setting off pleasure receptors that I seldom used and very much enjoyed. Now I turned to Nico.

  "Come to me."

  There was no need to say any more. Nico's cock filled my mouth and I sucked at him with long hard strokes, then varied my rhythm, focusing on just the head; I let my teeth graze his swollen member and slicked my tongue up and down the underside. Nico stroked my head and groaned as I took him to the heights of passion, pulling back just short of the ultimate pleasure. With one hand, I took hold of the base of his shaft - as Nico was far too large for me to take the whole of him - and stroked along it, my pace matching that of my bobbing head. My other hand slid down his strong legs, teasing around his backside or tugging at his balls - anywhere I could torture him.

  I took a minute to reflect on the moment. Alexei was beneath me, his cock throbbing in my pussy. Behind me, Christoph was now all the way in and I could feel every ridge on his member as he sawed in and out of my bottom with metronomic regularity. In my mouth I felt Nico pulse and strain with desire.

  I had them all inside me and I had never felt so full. And my heart had never felt so full, either. If anyone had asked me how I might expect to feel being fucked by three men at once, I would have first said that that would never happen, and then added a bunch of adjectives along the lines of “sordid”, “dirty” and so on. But what I felt was energized, and above all, loved.

  The act itself is unimportant, all that matters is the people you are with.

  Stimulated from every angle and in every conceivable way, I was fast approaching my limit, a bubbling in my nether regions had been building for a while now, pre-empting an epic orgasm that now began to erupt. As I began to move more quickly, more furiously, against my three lovers, so they too approached their point of no return, and as my body went into convulsions, I felt them answer my ecstasy with their own. In my mouth, Nico exploded and I desperately swallowed, not wanting to lose a drop. Christoph and Alexei followed, crying out with pleasure and emptying themselves into my willing body.

  Exhausted and spent, we all dropped to the bed in a heap of naked, sweating limbs. A quiet bliss settled over me. We were going to do this again, and often. In fact, once the guys had had a little while to recover, they could all trade places and we would begin again. This was part of my life now. Just a part, because family was important, too, and my new quest to save the world. But this - this loving bond between four people - this was the backbone that would sustain it.

  Once we had gotten our breath back, we sat up on the bed and chatted about the future.

  "So how do we go about saving the world?" asked Nico. “Again,” he add
ed.

  I shrugged - it fascinated me how comfortable I had become sitting there naked with three equally naked men around me. "I would say that I'm the brains, and you're... not."

  They laughed.

  "Seriously, the great news is that we already know we can do this. We still get to be bad-ass grifters but now we have a good cause to use it for." It was an ideal situation and a solution to many a world crisis which, I was pretty sure, no one had yet tried.

  "So where first?" asked Christoph.

  "New York first," I said. "Because, this time, we're not on a clock to save the world and I am going to spend some time with my mom and with Remi." I could barely wait for that. It was the unexpected culmination of a long dream and I still could not quite believe that it was really going to happen. "I'd like for them to meet you, too." I looked about the little circle of guys. "Eventually. It may take a little explaining." It would probably take a lot of explaining, but once they saw that the guys made me happy – like, really happy - then I was confident Remi and Mom would be fine with it.

  "Then where?" asked Alexei. "Where do you start trying to save the world?"

  I shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. "Connecticut."

  "Connecticut?"

  “Gotta see a man about a whale."

  You had to start somewhere.

  The End

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  The pain came first. An ache in my chest like an icy fist resided there.

  I forced myself to open my eyes, but it felt as though I hadn’t woken from the nightmares that had been plaguing me since I fell asleep.

  With a groan, I flicked my gaze around the cell and found nothing new; I had this place committed to memory now. It felt as though I’d been trapped in here a lifetime, but it had only been four or five days. Though a lifetime in here wasn’t off the table yet…

  I got to my feet, the shackles around my ankles clanking loudly, stretching my hands above my head and doing my best to work out the kinks in my muscles, but they still ached with every movement I made. I hadn’t been able to shift the whole time I was here – the six-by-six of my cell was too small for that, and I didn’t want to damage property on top of everything else that I’d done – but being trapped in this skin, in my human skin, was starting to drive me a little crazy. Ever since I’d first shifted all those years ago, I hadn’t gone more than a day or two without doing it. It was the only way I could cling on to that side of myself, to remind myself that I was as much animal as human, to stretch and feel the freedom my wolf form offered.

  But they had locked me up in here to make sure that I couldn’t do anything of the sort, and they all knew just how dangerous that was. It felt as though my muscles were beginning to curdle under my skin, my bones growing thick and heavy and weighing me down. I didn’t feel right. Some half of me was missing, and they knew how painful it was to be stuck in my human shape for this long without reprieve.

  I inhaled a great lungful of air, hoping it would clear my head, but instead was met with the choking stench of damp and rat droppings. I wasn’t sure how long ago this place had been built, but it hadn’t been cleaned since it was constructed and it was dank, disgusting and falling apart. Too bad that, despite it’s disrepair, the stone walls that kept me in were thick and heavy and not going anywhere; I should know, since I’d spent my first few days in this place clawing at them, screaming for someone to let me out, begging for some sort of release.

  No one heard me. Or if they did, no one came to my rescue.

  I paced back and forth in the cell, trying to work off the nervous energy that was pulsing through my system from not having shifted in the past few days. I was still half-asleep, fatigued by the indolence of the last week, and it wasn’t until I heard a cluster of voices outside that I remembered what day it was. I came to a standstill, eyes wide, and pricked my ears to try and make out what was being said; today was the day they were coming for me. Today was the day I couldn’t avoid my fate any longer.

  In truth, I would have taken anything to get out of that cage for a while, although what was waiting for me would likely be just as bad. I couldn’t make out the details of what anyone out there was talking about but I didn’t need to – I knew that it concerned me. That was all anyone had been discussing around here the last week since my capture. I couldn’t blame them.

  I began pacing again, trying to work out the kinks in my human muscles. I could feel the beast inside me, sense it snorting and pawing impatiently at the ground as it waited for me to finally give in to what I wanted and shift. But I couldn’t. Where the hell would I go? This damp, dank cage was specifically meant to keep in people like me, and even if I shifted right as they opened the door to take me out, I would be facing off against at least another dozen wolves who were better fed, better rested, and better prepared than I was. It would have been a suicide mission, one that I didn’t want any part of.

  I placed a hand flat on one of the stones in front of me, letting the coolness of the brick calm me down a little. It had always worked, ever since I was young – touching something natural, something that came from the real world, made me feel better. I could make out the curves and contours of the stone beneath my fingers, just like I had done a dozen times before with wood or water or moss. I loved the way it felt, the unpredictability of the pattern rich under my hand. For a moment, I could forget the act that I was locked in this godforsaken place, could forget that I honestly didn’t know if I was ever going to see my freedom again, and pretend that I was somewhere far distant, a forest a hundred miles from here, running alongside a river, the cool stones under the pads of my paws as I ran and I ran and I ran-

  I was whipped from my reverie by the sound of the door scraping open before me, and I blinked against the light that came pouring through – I felt thirsty for the sun, and moved towards the door, staring up into it for a moment before I realized who was standing there in front of me.

  “Cora?” I asked, my voice sounding half-choked in my throat. She didn’t reply but I knew it was her. I knew her form almost as well as I knew my own, we’d spent so much time together over the years. Long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail to keep it up off her face, pale blue eyes that shone in the early morning light, the exact opposite to me in almost every way. My best friend. Well, not any longer.

  “Hi,” I greeted her awkwardly. I had no idea what to say to her given our current situation.

  I knew what she had to do as well as she did, and that she had no choice in the matter, but it felt profoundly wrong not to be able to joke around with her as we had always done. I had known her since the two of us were kids and now she could barely even look me in the eye.

  My heart twisted and I felt another stab of sadness in my chest. I knew she couldn’t treat me the way she used to, but that didn’t mean the memories of everything we’d shared together over the years vanished from my mind. I could still remember her goofy laugh, all those nights we’d sat up late whispering to each other across the bedroom, the discoveries we’d made together. And now…nothing.

  She was dressed in her uniform, I noticed, as she went to undo the shackles around my ankles. The uniform that meant that the two of us couldn’t so much as exchange a greeting without getting her branded as a traitor as well. She kept her gaze firmly down, as though she couldn’t bear to look me in the eye, and I wondered what I would have done in her situation, if it were her in these shackles instead.

  Her fingers brushed up against me for a moment as she went to undo my bindings, and I realized it was the
first human contact I’d had in days. Tears pricked my eyes. And how long would I be in here if they found me guilty?

  I dashed them away with the back of my hand as Cora stood up again and took my elbow. She finally looked at me, and I saw a hint of something behind her eyes. Maybe it was sadness, maybe even anger, but she wiped it away at once and pointed to the door.

  “Come on, you need to get cleaned up,” she muttered, her voice passive.

  The snow outside was thick on the ground and the air was icy cold, but the sun was glimmering down above us and I tilted my head back to take it in for a moment, glad to bathe in natural light for a change instead of being stuck up in that place. Cora paused for a moment, and I turned to her, finding her regarding me with that expression once more.

  “Whatever happens, I forgive you,” I murmured, keeping my voice low enough that not even the most attuned listeners in the pack could have caught us. Cora’s mouth tightened and she blinked, but she didn’t say a word back. Instead, she straightened her shoulders and marched me up towards the enormous stone keep where I would meet my fate. We ducked inside and I was glad for the warmth. I needed my fur in this weather.

  “In there.” She nodded to a door at the end of the corridor we’d just entered. “Go take a shower.”

  She led me down the corridor, and I stumbled a couple of times, my feet feeling dangerous below me as I tried to get used to walking more than three feet at a time once more. She pushed me gently into the room, still showing these tiny hints of tenderness that told me she was as sorry about this as I was, and then closed the door behind me. I hurried to the shower, glad to be able to wash some of the grime and dirt of the last few days off of me. I switched it on and climbed beneath the roasting water, scrubbing at my skin gratefully and wondering how long it might be until I was allowed a shower again after this.