The Trouble with Three Husbands (A Dystopian Romance Novella): Daughters of Venus 1

by Chris Genovese

  Then Alé picked him up and threw him through the window. Pike’s body flew into the heavy curtains and smashed through the glass and out into the night.

  The noise was the worst part. It was like a car wreck, the sickening thud of a body going through a windshield. It seemed to go on forever as pieces of glass fell in the aftermath.

  I went to Alé and wrapped my arms around him, my bare breasts against his chest. I sobbed into him, realizing for the first time that I’d been terrified for a moment. Pike had never really seemed threatening. It was more like intense desire. Passion. Not a threat.

  But seeing the two men square off in front of me was frightening. And Alé had won.

  Alé left me for a second to look outside. He stepped through the door carefully and surveyed the damage.

  “Is he dead?” I asked.

  “No,” he said with his head bowed. “Worse.”

  From where I was, inside the cabin, I could hear the real damage. Pike was somewhere in the distance shouting that he’d been attacked. He really had intentions of getting Alé banished.

  Alé came inside and closed the door the best he could with the doorframe in pieces. He held it closed with his forehead resting against it.

  I went to him and hugged him from behind.

  “I’ll be banished,” he said.

  We both knew the truth in those words. It was the strictest rule on the list. No violence was permitted. None.

  “We can work through this,” I said, knowing that made no sense. There’d be no working through this.

  In my sorrow I realized I was also still insanely worked up. And seeing Alé fight for me the way he had was such a turn on.

  I reached around to find the front of his cargo pants. I unfastened his belt, popped his button, and pulled down his zipper. His pants fell to the floor and his cock, the big one I loved so much, was instantly in my hand.

  He kept his forehead against the door as I stroked him. His open palm slapped the door and he moaned.

  “Do you think this is a good time?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “But you make me so fucking hot. You defended me, fought for me, now I want you to ravage me.”

  His dick was rock hard in my hand and I yanked his skin up and down it, stretching him out hard with each down stroke.

  “And if you are leaving me, I need you one final time, Alé. I need you inside me.”

  He pulled away from me, grabbed my waist, and turned me around. The door creaked a little as it swung on its busted hinges but Alé lifted me up sat me on top of his cock, and slammed me against the door.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbing his muscular arm in one hand and the back of his head with the other. Those were my handles as I pulled up and slammed back down onto him, taking all of him inside me.

  He buried his cock in me, thrusting upward at a tremendous force. My body shook and I loved it.

  Somewhere outside I heard voices but it was drowned out by the banging of the door as it swung open then slammed with each shove of Alejandro’s shaft up into my pussy.

  “God, I’m gonna miss you,” he said as he shoved himself inside of me again and again.

  I cried. I don’t know when the tears started flowing. I don’t remember a moment where I thought, “Oh I’m going to cry.” I just remember the tears were suddenly streaming down my face.

  “They can’t take you,” I cried into his shoulder.

  He didn’t stop fucking me. If anything, my tears only intensified the passion as he seemed to find an extra two inches. His cock hurt but I liked it. He seemed to be going deeper.

  And the door just kept slamming.

  My ass jiggled and my tits shook with each slam of that fucking door. The sound will never leave my head.

  “I don’t wanna come yet,” Alé said.

  “Don’t worry. Just come baby. Come when you have to,” I said.

  I just wanted to feel him, his warm seed spreading inside of me one more time.

  “Open up the door, Alé. We need to talk to you!” came a loud voice from outside followed by knocking.

  And the door kept slamming.

  “Ohhhh fuuuck,” I cried out.

  I didn’t give a shit who might be outside. I was close to coming. They could all go to hell.

  “They’re gonna take me,” Alé said.

  “Fuck them!” I said. “Ignore them. Just fuck me, Alé.”

  And he did. God did he. He pulled me away from the door.

  “We’re coming in!” I heard someone yell from outside.

  Then he shoved me against the door again, burying himself in me even deeper. It sounded like someone got knocked backwards outside and I had to fight back laughter.

  “Give us a minute, please!” I yelled.

  “What is going on in there?” someone asked.

  “He fucking attacked me,” I heard Pike yell. “Threw me through that window. Look at the glass. It’s everywhere. Look at my chest.”

  And Alé ignored it all.

  He pulled me off of him, turned me around, and leaned me against the wall. I bent over, putting my pussy and ass up in the air for him. He put his cock in slowly, gently, but then began to thrust again at his quick pace.

  “I know you like it like that,” I said. “Come baby. We’re running out of time.”

  I looked over my shoulder and in the candlelight, I watched as my muscular, hot Latin stud fucked me from behind. He had such a determined look on his face.

  Somehow I knew I was getting pregnant again.

  He looked to the ceiling and raised up on his toes. His mouth opened. And the cum shot out of him, filling me, and I gasped. It felt amazing. He fell out of me and crashed onto the floor where he slid back and rested his back against the bed.

  I remained on my hands and knees for a moment, taking it all in, my body convulsing a little as the slight tremors of a pre-coming state rocked me. I reached back and put my finger in my pussy, using my thumb to play with my clit. I needed to ride this out.

  My legs quaked and my breath quickened. I was so close.

  “Oh God,” I said. “It’s right there. Come on…”

  “Hold on,” I heard Alé say and suddenly he was on me again, not willing to let me finish without him.

  He pushed his dick inside and that was the trigger. My legs shook and I pushed my ass backwards, skewering myself on his cock, taking it all in and feeling my pussy contract around it.

  I was hugging him from the inside.

  “We need to talk to you, Alejandro!” someone yelled again from outside.

  “Leave us the fuck alone!” I screamed.

  Well, they were ruining my orgasm. What would you do?

  Alé pumped the best he could. He was softening but still felt great as the friction of his skin pulling out and driving back into me rubbed at my insides. I shook one last time. I was done.

  I collapsed onto the floor.

  “Come with me,” Alé said as he pulled me by my arm and led me back to the bed.

  We fell onto the mattress together and lay there. I rested my head on his chest. He stroked my hair.

  “You know they’re going to come in and they’re going to take me,” he said.

  “I know.”

  “They’ll banish me. But I’ll stick around. I’ll find my way back. You have to promise me two things.”

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Promise me you’ll do what you can to get me back in.”

  “You know I will.”

  “And promise me you’ll never marry Pike and will never do anything sexual with him.”

  “I promise.”

  With Alé gone, I knew Pike would make it his mission to win me over. That was going to be a hard promise to keep.

  The door crashed open and the security team surrounded the bed. Alé was one of them so they weren’t violent or anything like that. They just stood with their guns aimed at the floor and ordered him to get up from the bed. He was still naked
so they allowed him to get dressed.

  I cried through the whole ordeal and I remember begging them not to take him but they only repeated phrases like, “It’s rule number one, my Dove,” and, “No man can strike another.”

  Alejandro was taken from me that night and as I think back to how it all went down, I remember every detail of the fight and every feeling of the sex but for the life of me I can’t remember if I ever told Alé that I loved him.

  I’m sure I did.

  I mean who wouldn’t? Right? Right?

  I must’ve told him.

  But I’m not sure that I did. And it hurts every time I think about it.

  If you think that’s the end of the story, you’re way off. It’s only the beginning. This is just the introduction to the Daughters of Venus and how our small town went from a thriving community full of love, happiness, and devotion to left over fragments, shattered pieces of the paradise it once was.

  I learned a lot of lessons through it all but that night, the night Alé was taken from me, taught me that the problem with having three husbands is sometimes you kinda want four…and sometimes you end up with two.

  The End.

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