Her Warrior Harem

by Savannah Skye

  "Oh, Gage, come with me."

  And he did. It was the most undemonstrative orgasm I had enjoyed in my short sexual career, but was nonetheless blissful for that, as we seemed to dissolve into each other.

  "Hey, Aleah, where've you... Oh." Adrien entered my room, followed by Jax and Killian.

  Gage rolled off me, pulling a sheet over him while I turned red from embarrassment at being naked in a room with the four men who had introduced me to the joys of sex.

  But the men just laughed.

  "I wondered how long that would take," smiled Adrien. "Now, you've got the set."

  "Well, we're not the only men in Holm's Rest," pointed out Killian.

  "Aleah is a free woman," said Jax with a dark but determined look. "She is free to do what she chooses."

  "I don't want any other men," I said. "I want... Well, this is Norren, where anything goes. I want all of you."

  I did. I knew it now as surely as I knew my own name.

  "When you say all of us?" Jax frowned.

  I swallowed hard and then cleared my throat. "Shut the door." It was about time I took control.

  The men looked about at each other for a moment. They were soldiers, they were used to living together, sleeping together, washing together. They had no qualms about seeing each other naked. What I was asking was something else.

  Was it a step too far? Or would their love for me carry them.

  Jax was first. He walked across to where I knelt on the bed. "You're sure this is what you want?"

  With him this close I was surer than ever. "It is. Although," I took his hand and guided it to my ass, "it is very wicked of me."

  Jax nodded. "Well, then."

  In a single movement, he sat down on the bed and flipped me over his lap.

  "Wow!" I squealed delightedly as his hand smacked against my backside.

  I didn't care if what I wanted really was wicked or not, as long as it gave Jax a good excuse to spank me. Somehow, it mattered that there was a reason.

  After six wonderfully painful strokes, Jax stopped and I felt a pang of disappointment. But I needn't have worried.

  "Don't go easy on her," said Jax as he passed me across to Adrien.

  Adrien followed that instruction well, his spanks coming in from a lower angle, targeting the soft undercurve of my bum.

  Killian had already shed his clothes when I was deposited in his lap, his impressively long cock already hard. He went easier on me than the others, but he still made me squeal as he targeted those areas Jax and Adrien had already turned to burning scarlet.

  After Killian's six, I crawled across the bed to lie across Gage, who held back nothing, spanking the wickedness out of my red bottom.

  "That's twenty-four," said Jax, as Gage delivered a last stinging smack. "Let's round it up to twenty-five." He walloped by blazing rear end with all his might.

  Part of me wanted him to round it up to fifty - a nice round number - but I was now surrounded by three very hard cocks - Gage was still in recovery - brought to full arousal by the spanking, and there were other things on my mind. I was not sure exactly how this would work, but I was eager to experiment.

  I dived for Adrien's cock as he stood by the bed, sucking hard. To my delight, I felt someone coming up behind me, gently parting my legs. Moments later, Killian slid into me, setting up a strong thrusting rhythm. On an impulse, I abandoned Adrien and switched to Jax, gulping at his cock with long, deep strokes. I began to alternate between the two men, while Killian drove my hot tunnel towards its next orgasm. As the orgasm hit, acting on another impulse, I grabbed Adrien's cock and pulled it into my mouth alongside Jax's. The fullness of the two men's cocks inside my mouth pushed me over the edge and I came violently, writhing on Killian's still-pumping member.

  As I let the two men go, I looked up and saw smiling surprise on their faces. I grinned back. Killian pulled out of me and I grabbed at Jax, pulling him to the bed, straddling him and sliding down his hard cock. As I began to ride him, I wondered how best to involve the others, but Adrien was ahead of me.

  "You game for something new?"

  "Always," I gasped as I bounced up and down on Jax's impaling cock.

  "Go easy, Adrien," said Jax. His hands, which had been on my breasts, were now on my backside, prying the cheeks apart. I gave a little start as his finger invaded my bottom, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. Then, I felt Adrien dribbling saliva down the crevice of my backside and I realized what might be going on.

  "Oh? Really?"

  "If you don't want to..." Adrien began.

  "No, I just didn't know you could... I didn't know you should..." Forbidden didn't come close to describing how the Caretakers would have regarded such an act. But that just spurred me on. "Go ahead."

  Jax withdrew his finger and pulled my cheeks apart as I slowed in my bouncing rhythm to allow Adrien access.

  "Ahh." Adrien gritted his teeth as he pushed against the tight entrance, and for a moment I could not imagine how this would be possible, but then, with a discreet pop, he was deep inside my ass.

  "Ooh." I wasn't sure how it felt, at first. There was a stab of pain, the strange sensation of something going in through an out hole, and then. "Go on," I sighed, as wicked pleasure poured into me.

  Based on the grunts and groans from behind, it wasn't easy work for Adrien to get all the way in, but he seemed to be enjoying it. I damn sure was. With Jax in my front and Adrien my back, I had never felt so wonderfully full, or so deliciously wicked in my life.

  "Killian." I didn't need to say any more. Killian angled his cock down to my lips and I soon had his lovely, long shaft in my mouth.

  "Looking good," said Gage, and from the corner of my eye I could see that his cock would soon be ready to join in. There were three men inside me, and the sinful ecstasy of it was making my toes curl. I wanted to test my limits. I wanted to test those of my male companions, as well.

  I released Killian from my mouth for a moment. "Spank me."

  I gulped Killian back in instantly, but the men had heard. Jax unleashed a stinging blow against my left cheek, managing to avoid Adrien's pumping hips. Adrien, better positioned as his cock sawed in and out of my stretched asshole, spanked the right, and I sucked furiously at Killian, driven on by the increased pleasure.

  Jax came first and Adrien not long after, spurting their seed into both my holes. Their orgasms triggered mine and I writhed on my twin impalements, riding out the tidal wave of ecstasy.

  Killian withdrew from my mouth as we all disentangled. I eyed his cock, still hard, and then Gage's, now back to fighting form. I had every right to be exhausted, but instead found myself exhilarated.

  "Lie down, Killian."

  Killian did as he was told, his swollen cock sticking up in the air. I clambered onto him, facing his feet, and guided his member to my bottom. We both gasped as his thick column pushed into my bottom.

  "Gage."

  Kneeling between my splayed legs and to either side of Killian's, Gage pushed inside my core and I kissed him as his broad member rubbed against Killian inside me. I giggled as he pushed forwards, so I lay back flat along Killian's body, with Gage on top of me, sandwiched between the two men. I twisted my head about to kiss Killian, then up to kiss Gage.

  "Come on, boys, what are you waiting for?"

  As the motions of love began again, I saw, off to one side, Adrien and Jax stroking themselves ready for the next bout. It was going to be a long, lovely afternoon.

  Several hours of indulgence and excess later, we all lay on the bed, sated and exhausted. The number of permutations that can be achieved with four men was impressive and I figured we could keep going through the evening without repeating ourselves. In fact, we could probably keep going through the next week.

  Or the rest of my life?

  It was easy to focus on the sex because it was brilliant and so new and exciting. But the more time I spent with these men, the more I knew there was more. Love was as new to me as sex, bu
t it was much more frightening. You put your whole self on the line with everything to lose. But there was no doubt in my mind that I was in love. With all four of them.

  Was that allowed? In Sudder, no. But in Norren…

  “I love you, you know,” I murmured. “All of you.”

  “And we love you,” they responded as one, without pause, as if it was a given.

  I’d known it. I shouldn’t have needed the words, and they shouldn’t have moved me as much as they did, but my throat went tight.

  Looking back over the last few days, everything they had done had been a message of love. They were everything I wanted.

  Well... Almost everything.

  A gong rang outside and Jax lazily lifted his head. "Dinner. Better get some food onboard, otherwise, we won't have the energy for tonight."

  He kissed me, and then Killian, Adrien and Gage followed suit.

  As my men got up off the bed, I rolled over onto my stomach to look at them. "You know, Sadie is just next door."

  They all looked round at me.

  "She's as naive as I was when I came here. More so, probably. I want someone to teach her... All this. The wonderful reality of all the stuff she's been taught to fear."

  "What are you saying? You want one of us to go with her?" Adrien looked genuinely hurt, and I shook my head furiously.

  "No way in hells. You guys are all mine." That seemed to appease him, and I pressed on with a grin. "But if you’ve a mind to take on a new mission and help me find her some strapping young companions, perhaps…"

  The men looked at each other, then at their commanding officer. Jax drew in a long breath.

  "This squad has never turned down a mission. But if Sadie is anything like you, those poor bastards are in for the ride of their lives."

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  A con artist has to be flexible, able to think on her feet, and ideally, have nine lives. That’s why I make sure I’m always the cat and never the mouse. Until now, that is…

  I’m walking down the street minding my own business—okay, fine, running down the street with a fat guy named Hank chasing me after a hustle gone wrong—and suddenly, I get pelted in the back of the head by a frog.

  You read that right. Frog. Like…ribbit.

  Trust me, I was as shocked as you are. And that amphibian-sniping was just the opener to a major shit-show starring yours truly as a modern day Joan of Arc and three sexy-as-hell demigods insisting that it’s up to me to save the world from the gods of old who want to see Earth razed and human kind wiped out.

  What’s a girl to do besides saddle up and try to make this quest her bitch?

  Chapter One

  "I'm a cat person, myself."

  I looked up from the pool table at the hulking man who had spoken and gave him my most polite “I've never heard that line before” smile.

  To explain; my name is Caterina. I go by Cat. In my entire life, or at least since the age of sixteen, I have never been in a room full of guys without at least one of them stating that they were 'a cat person', usually in a tone of voice that suggests that they think this line alone should be enough to seal the deal with me.

  I should probably have been grateful that none of them had mentioned ‘pussy’ yet. These are the everyday tribulations of a woman called Cat, and you might think I was showing admirable restraint by not breaking the pool cue across the head of this particular guy—whose name was Hank. Actually, I was kind of glad that Hank had said such a douchey thing, because I was about to cheat him out of his money, and I felt a lot better about taking money from a jackass than a nice guy. So, instead of smacking him over the head and kicking him in the gonads—I knew how to take care of myself—I smiled teasingly like I had never heard such a witty line, and was actually a little turned on by it. I had to keep Hank and his pool-playing mates onside by making them think that they had a chance with me. Keeping them distracted, and making out that I was dumb and ditzy made them overconfident.

  All part of the grift.

  “I hear you, Hank. I like a nice pussy myself."

  Annnd, there it was. I barely managed to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.

  Hank’s rat-faced best friend was named Leon and he had the physique of an emaciated clothes horse. He wore a ridiculously tight T-shirt, apparently designed to show off a chest that looked like a bunch of wire hangers in a sack. I had taken a dislike to him on sight, which is something I don't like to do—you shouldn't judge people by their looks. It was a relief to learn that he was as dickish as his looks suggested.

  Still, I smiled back as if this was the most romantic thing I had ever heard, and in my sexiest, most sultry voice, I whispered back, “I bet you do."

  You wouldn't think that any man would be dumb enough to think I was actually flirting, but men have a blind spot when it comes to attractive women. If a good-looking girl pays attention to them then they will believe every word she says…a very useful thing to know in my line of work.

  It probably sounds arrogant to describe myself as attractive, and it's not something I would have done when I was younger, but after spending the past ten years conning men on a daily basis, there was no denying that they seem to like the way I looked. Since I’d had no part in determining the symmetry of my facial features and my appearance was just the result of my parental units’ melding of cells or whatever, I was no more proud of it than I would be of inherited money. I had been fortunate enough to come out on the better side of the luck of the draw but I’d done nothing to earn it.

  That said, I couldn’t deny that it made my work a lot easier, and for that, I was grateful. No point in looking a gift horse in the mouth.

  I bent low, making sure both Dumb and Dumber had eyes on me, and took my next shot.

  "Damn!" I muttered, then stamped my foot petulantly as the ball rebounded off the cushion. "I suck at this."

  Hank scooped up the bundle of notes from the edge of the table and put an arm around me, sending up a waft of BO that made my eyes tear a little. "Never mind, sweetie. I bet you make up for it in other ways."

  “Oh yeah? Like what?" I asked innocently.

  Hank gave a knowing look to his mates around the table. “Maybe you can show me later."

  They all chuckled, their expressions as oily as their hair.

  Sometimes it was almost too easy.

  That said, playing pool that badly is a skill. Being bad at pool is one thing, but you have to be very good to pretend to be convincingly bad.

  Especially when you're as good as I am.

  I downed a shot of tequila from a row set up along the bar, and tottered convincingly on my heels. Two other things you have to be good at when grifting; holding your liquor and pretending to be drunk. I’m pretty good at both, but I wish I was better at the former. Always room for improvement.

  "You're not going to take more of my money are you, Hank?” I ask, wheedling. You've got to time the moment right; don't leave it so long that they've lost interest, or have become more interested in you than in the money. That could be dangerous.

  "Sorry, darling," said Hank. "I know you've lost a lot this evening but a bet's a bet."

  "My daddy's going to be so mad at me." I don't why the 'Daddy' thing works, but it does.

  "I hope you learned something then," said Hank, playing the big man.

  "That I suck at pool?" I sighed.
"Give me one more chance to win my money back?"

  "You got anything left to bet?"

  I shrugged. "That depends. I don't have to bet money…do I?”

  I watched Hank’s eyes to see the 'sure thing' bulb light up inside his head.

  I sidled closer to him to seal the deal. "This way; whether I win or lose - I still get to win."

  It's important to know that if you try this grift one on one, it doesn't usually work, but in a group of a certain type of man, it works one hundred percent of the time. And here's why:

  "Hank, if you don't take her up on this, then I'm gonna!" Leon laughed.

  I turned unsteadily to look at Leon. "For how much?"

  Just like Hank's a minute ago, Leon's rodent eyes lit up and he fumbled for his wallet.

  "Now hang on..." Hank began. “The lady asked me first.”

  But the other men were now joining in. "I'll take a piece of that action."

  "Count me in!"

  I pretended to look concerned. "Guys, I'm starting to think you're taking advantage of me and my lack of skill."

  Immediately, they all rallied round to reassure me; it was just in fun, just a bit of a laugh, and besides, I've been losing all night, I'm bound to win eventually and, really, I'm taking advantage of them for encouraging them to bet so much on a pool game that could clearly go either way and from which they didn't stand to win any money.

  "Well..." I bit my lower lip, turning the matter over. "Okay."

  The men cheered and a pile of money went down on the table. I had to wonder what they thought was going to happen if they won. But they were all drunker than me by this point and this was apparently fulfilling some nasty little fantasy for them.

  "Rack 'em up," I said with a practiced, nervous giggle.

  This was where things got tricky.

  The most difficult thing in pool hustling is the final game. How do you make it look like anything other than hustling? The short answer is, you probably can't. No matter how accidental you make it look—and I'm pretty good at making a win look like an accident—they are still going to be suspicious. A lot of the time the men just don't want to admit that they've been hustled in front of their friends—especially by a girl—and so they let it go. That was best-case scenario and what I was counting on here.