The Devourer: A Reverse Harem Fantasy (Airshan Chronicles Book 3)

by Nhys Glover

  “Gods, so tight,” Laric growled out, his head thrown back, shoulders hard and defined as he fought for control.

  I heard Prior groaning out his first ever release by his own hand. I had just enough brain to register the meaning of the sound and to look his way. By then he was finished and grinning cheekily at me.

  “Not as good, but sure better than the nothing of the last twenty suns,” he told me.

  I grinned back, before returning my focus to the point where Laric and I were joined.

  He was fully seated inside me now, filling me up so I felt... whole. There was no other word for it. Whole. Not like I’d felt with the others... because even though those joinings had been wonderful, I hadn’t felt quite complete. Now, with the final piece joined with me... with us. I felt it. We were one!

  “Not going to last,” Laric said shakily, as he began lifting my hips away from him and then pulling me close again. I started helping. Long, hot slides in and then out. Because, aye, he was very hot inside me. And I loved it. Gods, was there a better feeling than this: the heady sensation of a cock slipping in and out of the very core of me?

  But, true to his word, Laric didn’t last. After maybe ten such exquisite strokes, he surged hard into me and came on a loud, agonised, grunting moan.

  Though I hadn’t reached my own climax, I didn’t care. It was enough to know he had, this first time. I had more than enough men who would meet my needs.

  While we still clung together, I gazed around at the others through half-lidded eyes. I was not satiated like Laric, but momentarily content and filled with a sense of completion that had little to do with the sexual act itself.

  Prior was floating on his back, a smile on his lips. Landor was still looking on with desire in his eyes, and Zem had his eyes closed tight as he worked himself to release.

  Laric kissed me tenderly and let me go, knowing I wanted to be with Landor next.

  I crossed the distance and flung my arms around my white husband’s shoulders, climbing his tall body so I could wrap my legs around his hips.

  Landor clung to me for a moment, not needing more.

  “I felt it. That sense of wholeness. I felt it,” he whispered against my ear.

  I smiled serenely. Of any of them, I knew it would be Landor who felt the bond complete itself.

  But the moment didn’t last. Though it was sweet, I wanted more. I wanted something hot and passionate. And so did he. I read the need he had for me from his open mind. Saw him watching me ride Laric to his climax, feeling that man’s pleasure as if it were his own, yet wanting my arms around him. Wanting his cock inside me. Only then could he come.

  Kissing his hot mouth, duelling with his tongue in a way I was coming to love, I seated myself on Landor’s cock. The pleasure was intense, fuelled by what I’d experienced with Laric and what I had read in Landor’s mind. His excitement and arousal was the best aphrodisiac in the world. His satisfaction over being where he had wanted to be for the last quarter turn, further stimulated my own need.

  My sensual delight must have broadcast itself to the others, even to Zem who had just finished, because they all closed in around Landor and me.

  Kisses rained down on me from every direction. Hot wet bodies pressed in from all sides. All the while, I revelled in the pleasure Landor was giving me. Laric had started the burn and Landor was bringing me to the boil. I tightened my inner muscles around him, enjoying the way his eyes flew open. They grew even hotter as I caressed him with my inner walls. There were no long strokes here. Our bodies barely slid against each other. Instead, I rocked and tightened and loosened my core.

  This was intense intimacy. This was being one, not just with the man inside me, but with the three pressed in against me. And as I kissed Landor’s open lips, sucking on his full bottom lip and rocked, I drove us both over the edge. All the while hands stroked my skin everywhere.

  That’s when I realised Prior erection was pressing hard into my back. He had recovered from his first release. If I wanted to make the most of the water, I needed to claim him now. Though my body still thrummed with the pleasure I’d found with Landor, I wanted more.

  Sliding off Landor, his satiated smile all the farewell I needed, I turned to face Prior.

  “You aren’t too sore?” he asked uncertainly. “I’ve heard a woman can get sore...”

  I smirked, so aroused I wanted to jump out of my skin. “Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight I want to make up for a quarter turn without you. And I want the pleasure of making love to you without worrying about my lightning or your fire, or without the need for control of any kind.”

  He grinned. I loved seeing his white teeth in the darkness. It was like it existed as a separate entity to him.

  “My control has had to be even tighter than ever during the sea voyage. The others could take the pressure off, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was you, of the memory of your beautiful body bent over... Gods, it was torture pushing that down.”

  I grinned. “No pushing anything down tonight. This is the pleasure and relief we all need. And we are building our bond. I felt it. When I joined with Laric, I felt it.”

  Prior pressed his forehead to mine and drew in several deep breaths, his hands running over my bare skin beneath the water. In his mind, he was imagining what he was touching, memorizing it. And though his hands were searingly hot, I felt no burn from him.

  But I wanted more than touch and stroking. And, as Zem had plastered himself to my back and was also running his hands over every inch of skin, I had plenty.

  Prior lifted me up and sheathed himself in me on a long, satisfied sigh. I giggled.

  Where had that come from? I wasn’t a giggly girl. I refused to be a giggly girl!

  But thoughts of what I was or wasn’t, were driven from my mind as Prior began pumping into me, hard and very thoroughly. With each thrust, I felt pleasure right to my toes. I grunted, little female sounds I’d never made before. Even with his fire quenched, Prior was all flames, all heat. He was like those contraptions the Highlunders built that used steam to keep them turning. Thrust, thrust, thrust... hard and fast... and getting faster.

  Biting down on my bottom lip, I tried to draw in enough air to sustain me. Gasping, grunting, moaning, I was being driven crazy with desire. With need. Zem pulled my head back and claimed my mouth, thrusting inside me there while Prior thrust inside me lower. His kiss was hungry and demanding and as crazy as mine. I bit his lip instead of my own, and I tasted blood.

  He pressed his cock against me, feeling the stroke of my skin against him every time Prior moved me back and forward with his arms.

  I let go and fell back onto Zem, lifting my arms over my head and around his neck as he leaned in sidewards to continue kissing me. It was awkward, and rough, especially as Prior was ramping it up even more. My small breasts jiggled and Zem grabbed one and tweaked the nipple hard. I flew over the edge, the pain all I needed to complete my climb to that ledge. I cried out.

  Fingers found my nub of pleasure—Laric’s fingers—and his dark head leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard and flicked at my nub in time to Prior’s thrusts. I couldn’t keep kissing Zem, as I was gasping and panting and moaning. I was going to climax again any moment.

  Prior roared, surging one last time inside me, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. But I didn’t care. Gods, his climax was all it took to throw me over the edge yet again.

  Zem pulled me roughly from Prior before either of us had recovered. Fiercely, possessively, he thrust into me from behind. My head momentarily went under the water, but Laric was there to hold me up, and kiss my mouth as Zem slammed into me from behind.

  My best friend was in a frenzy unlike any I’d seen before. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands clamped so tightly on my breasts as he rode me that it hurt.

  Laric picked up my pain before I did, and levered Zem’s hands free. Coming back to himself enough to
realise what he’d been doing, Zem instead gripped onto my hips. But he was lost to rational thought. Beyond thought of any kind. His warrior was riding him harder than Zem was riding me.

  I wasn’t sure I could handle another climax. I was overwhelmed. This was the point I’d reached that first time with him and Landor, when I was nothing but limp seaweed. Only Laric holding me up, and Zem keeping me where he wanted me by my hips, kept me from slipping under the water and drowning. I couldn’t have stood now if my life depended on it.

  When Zem finally came with a triumphant cry, I moaned in relief, slumping against Laric’s hard chest as Zem slumped against my back, his head on my shoulder. Shaking. His whole body was shaking as it pressed into me.

  Four men. Gods, I’d pleasured four men. And been pleasured in turn. I would never have believed it possible. How had I gone from a lass who hated the thought of sex a moon ago to this... this wanton. I couldn’t work out if I was more horrified by my behaviour or more thrilled. What I did know was that I was done in. In every way possible.

  It was Laric who carried me ashore, his erection pressed hard between us. I rested my head on his shoulder, utterly spent.

  He strode up the beach and lay me on the closest pallet, drying my chilled skin with a tunic he found nearby. I didn’t know who it belonged to. I didn’t much care. My body and mind were too satiated to function.

  Once I was dry and the water rung out of my wet hair, Laric lay me on the centre pallet. He lay down beside me, drawing me in close and wrapping his arms protectively around me. This was a side of him I’d never properly seen. I’d had glimpses of it in the root cellar, but nothing like this. His love for me was a palpable thing. It surrounded me like a warm blanket. In it I felt safe and precious and loved.

  As I began to drift off to sleep, I felt other bodies settling nearby. One pressed in at my back and rested a hand on my tender hip. After that there was nothing but the scent of wood-smoke, the heat of the fire, and the sound of Laric’s heart pounding a slow steady beat under my ear.

  Chapter Four

  “Gods’ balls, look at her? Did I do that?” I heard an anguished voice say through the fog of sleep.

  Who was that? Zem? What was he talking about?

  “The marks on her breasts are yours. The hips are Prior’s.” This was Laric.

  Marks? What marks? I couldn’t seem to move.

  “Heal her. I can’t stand seeing her like this. I hurt her, for frag’s sake!” Zem again, so close to tears I had to force my eyes open to make him stop.

  “I’m all right,” I said, my voice groggy with sleep. “What are you all doing? Leave me be.”

  “You aren’t all right. I went crazy out there and I hurt you. If Laric hadn’t stopped me, I might have done your sweet breasts real harm. The finger-mark bruises are more than enough evidence of the harm I did cause you.”

  I tried to sit up. I ached all over, even though I felt... amazing. Complete, in a way I wouldn’t have believed possible.

  Someone held me gently in place. “Don’t move. We nearly broke you.”

  Prior this time. His voice was as tortured as Zem’s.

  Enough! I wouldn’t have the most incredible sex in my life turned into something to be regretted or grieved over.

  I pushed upright and saw that dawn was just breaking. The sea was like indigo glass. Our fire was out and I had been lying in the middle of a pile of naked men, several of whom were sitting up as I was. Clearly they’d been examining me by dawn’s early light while I slept.

  “Nobody nearly broke me,” I said in exasperated annoyance. “I’m fine. Aye, I ache, but it’s a good ache. I’ve used muscles I haven’t had to use before. But otherwise I’m fine. I bruise easily. It’s my fair skin. I’ve had worse after a sparring match. Stop making a fuss and spoiling what was an incredible night.”

  I was snapping at Zem and Prior, who were sitting on either side of me. Laric was still prone where he’d slept with me in his arms. Landor was on the far side of Zem, watching with concern.

  “This is getting out of hand. I’m not like this. I’m not one of those men who gets so caught up he turns into a rutting beastling,” Zem exclaimed, unwilling to let it go.

  I realised he wasn’t just talking about this time. He’d lost control when he was coming in my mouth back at the palace. It was when Landor had first joined us. I couldn’t even remember how long ago that was. It felt like moons ago, maybe even suns.

  At the time I’d felt like I was suffocating, and it had sent me into memories of being raped by Airshin. Back then, Airsha’s monstrous twin had thrust his tongue into my mouth as he raped me. I’d felt the fear of suffocation more than the pain of the rape, which had been mercifully brief.

  Now Zem was combining what happened last night with what he’d done that night. I knew he prided himself on his logical mind, and he often saw his warrior magic as bordering on irrational and monstrous. Not long ago, he’d shared his fear of what he might do during bloodlust.

  Now those fears were manifesting again. Was there something about sharing me with other men that sent him too far into his warrior magic for his comfort? Was it his primitive male need to stake his claim when there were others around that sent him into warrior-mode? Like my other men had issued unwitting challenges or something?

  I turned and took his face in my hands. “Zem, look at me.”

  He did, his brown eyes in the early dawn light looked haunted.

  “What are you feeling when you’re sharing me with others? Do you feel like you have to claim me, fight the others for possession of me? Is that what sends you over the edge in a way you don’t like?”

  He looked away with his eyes, but I wouldn’t let him look away with his face. I needed him to sort this out in his head if we were all going to move forward. To me, last night had been perfect. I had felt well-used, aye. But in a good way. That Zem lost it as he’d done had been wonderful, from my perspective. That wanting me could drive him to such primitive passion thrilled me. But if he didn’t enjoy it, then we had a problem.

  His walls were up, so the only way I was going to be able to understand him was if he used words. And he was not good at words.

  But he did use them, slowly and haltingly. Piecing it together in his usual way as he went. Analysing each detail for accuracy and clarity before sharing it with all of us.

  “No. I didn’t feel threatened. It felt the very opposite,” he said. “Have you ever seen a pack of wild wadjas? They can bring down an animal twice their size when they work as a pack. And they’re wild with it, their individual predator instincts pushed to the limit by the very fact of being part of a pack.

  “That’s what happens when I share you with others, like we did last night. I feel the wildness of the pack take me over. Watching you with your mouth around Landor’s cock started it. Watching you in the throes of ecstasy as each man here took you in turn just... just pushed me too far into that wildness... I was aroused beyond control. Beyond any civilized, rational thought. And every time another man’s cock was inside you, every time he rode you hard, my own arousal pushed higher.

  “I got off that first time watching you with Laric... I thought I’d hate it. I thought if my possessiveness was going to kick in, it would have been then... But it didn’t. I loved it. I loved every fraggin’ moment of it. And when you immediately went from him to Landor... I was already spent, but my cock jumped back to full arousal as I felt your pleasure through our link... I couldn’t get close enough.”

  He paused for a long time, panting as if he’d actually been experiencing what he was describing. I know I was. My body had turned to liquid fire. It was blissful torture listening to him describe what it was like for him last night.

  “When you went to Prior and he got rough... I thought I’d become protective. I should have become protective. But I didn’t. I just wanted my share. I wanted to be in you any way I could get there. So I ravaged your mouth. And when you bit me hard enough to make me bleed, the pain wa
s glorious. But it wasn’t nearly enough.

  “When he was through, I couldn’t get him off you fast enough. I had to be inside you. When I was, I was blind to all else but the feeling of your wet heat around my cock... the way you felt... Better than anything... It’s almost a blur to me now. All I remember is a need so intense it was all consuming and the pleasure/pain of release... beyond anything I’ve ever known.”

  By the end he sounded apologetic, as if he was confessing some terrible sin. It was the very opposite. I leaned in and kissed him with all the passion he’d aroused in me as he confessed. After the briefest moment of surprise, Zem kissed me back. I was reminded that this was the lad who had loved me for suns, had waited for me to be ready for suns, who had taken other lasses to his bed to learn what pleased them in case one day he got his chance to please me in that way. Gods, I loved this man!

  I broke from the kiss, not wanting it to go any further until I clarified this with him.

  “Do I become just a body to you? In all that, did I become just a nameless hole you needed to fill?” I demanded, panting.

  I was still holding him in place, my fingers entwined in his brown hair that felt thick with salt. He could have wrenched free if he’d wanted to, but he stayed where he was.

  “You could never be that for me. Even when I was blind to all else but my cock inside you, I knew it was you. I needed it to be you,” he said fiercely, eyes on fire now.

  I smiled then. A full and blissful smile that I knew reached my eyes. My fingers caressed his bristly cheeks. The brown hairs were all crusted with salt. He had never looked more gorgeous to me.

  “Zem, my love, my darling, darling man, you are so used to seeing your warrior side as something separate from you. Something not wholly acceptable, for all its usefulness. But it is acceptable. It is magnificent. I don’t care how you get to that place, but for me it is... the best feeling. That I can draw that irrational, primal side out of you... the best.” I punctuated that with a deep, but short, kiss.