Her Shadow Harem: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

by Savannah Skye

  The part of my brain that had pretty much ruled the roost for the last few years started to point out that this was all moving very fast, but I silenced it and focused entirely on the man in front of me; the feel of his lips on mine, the taste of his tongue in my mouth, letting my hands rest on the tautness of his ass cheeks. Things might be moving fast, but that was a speed I was very comfortable with right now.

  Campbell’s hands started to move again, pushing up the hem of my skirt and gliding beneath it, his touch sending anticipatory sparks of pleasure bouncing gleefully along my nerves. I could feel a building heat at my core, fueled by my desire for him, and I moaned into his mouth as we kissed.

  Finally, the kiss broke, leaving me trembling for more. Campbell looked into my eyes, his face calm and confident but not smug – he knew what he was doing, but he wasn’t taking anything for granted. Without a word, he began to sink between my legs, his hands still moving up my thighs at a glacial pace – slow but inexorable.

  As he knelt before me, his fingers reached the waistband of the thong panties I was wearing – little more than a patch of material and a pair of lacy strings. I looked down to his face, but his gaze was fully occupied with the sight in front of him, and I parted my legs further to let him get a better view. Now he moved and I gasped involuntarily at the first touch of his lips on my inner thigh, just north of my knee. He continued up, switching from left thigh to right and back again, leaving a trail of hot kisses as he approached his goal. The feel of his warm breath on my intimate skin was enough to make every hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

  Part of me wanted him to throw me to the ground and ravish me, the rest wanted this achingly wonderful build to continue forever. I let loose an undignified squeak and grabbed the rail to either side of me in white-knuckled hands as Campbell pressed the flat of his tongue against the trembling triangle of material that covered my most intimate area. A purr of satisfaction issued from between my legs as Campbell tasted my arousal through my soaked panties. His fingers curled into the flimsy waistband and I lifted up my bottom a little to make it easier for him to draw the garment down my legs and toss them aside.

  “Now…” he murmured.

  A half second later, I moaned even louder - completely forgetting or not caring, that we were out on a balcony audible to anyone passing - as Campbell’s firm tongue traversed the length of my intimate lips. I gasped aloud as his tongue now folded to a point and skewered me, slicking into my wet entrance like a hot knife through butter.

  Campbell’s fingers crept beneath my ass, easing me forwards on the balcony wall so he had full access to my private parts. I jogged up and down in keen frustration as he burrowed deeper, his agile tongue finding and probing every sensitive spot like a pleasure seeking missile. Campbell held me still, firm but gentle, using his strength to guide rather than to overpower, keeping me in optimum position for him to lavish pleasure on my shaking body. I flung my legs over his shoulders, so my feet hung down his back, partly to draw him in further, partly because I wanted to touch this wonderful man everywhere I could. With one hand, I grabbed a handful of his dark hair, mussing it and tugging on it, hard enough to hurt and yet Campbell remained totally engrossed in his task – the task of bringing me to the heights of pleasure.

  I had had my share of oral sex, but no one had known their way around a woman’s body as Campbell did. There was a sureness to his every move. He did not hesitate or lap a little to see if this worked for me, he simply knew what worked for me and went ahead, taking charge. One of the most underappreciated of sexual sensations is knowing that you’re in a safe pair of hands. There’s a fine line between arrogant and confident, and Campbell walked it perfectly, his every action sure, firm and broadcasting the message; you just relax, I got this, let me know when you explode.

  “Oh!” I cried out aloud to the open night sky as, without warning, Campbell’s tongue pulled back to stab with pinpoint accuracy at my clit, taking me to the very edge. As he delved back inside me I went over, clamping my thighs tight to his head, grabbing his hair with both hands, working myself furiously against him as an intense orgasm burned through me. As I went off, Campbell returned to my clit, strafing the rough edge of his tongue against the sensitive nub and setting off a second climax before the first was over, then lapping up my juices as I cried out through the double orgasm.

  Campbell looked up from between my legs as I came back down to earth, again walking that fine line, managing to look pleased that he had made me come so hard, without being smug about it. As for myself, I felt on a kind of high. The rush of orgasm could have exhausted me but had instead left me wanting more. The question that burned wickedly at the back of my brain was; if he could do that with his tongue, then what else might he do?

  I swung my legs off of Campbell’s shoulders and grabbed him by the shirtfront to haul him up, dragging him into a hard kiss which he eagerly returned. My hands sought out the buttons of his shorts and I urgently undid them, taking the most active role I had yet, not wanting there to be any misunderstanding about what I wanted. With one hand I pushed down Campbell’s shorts and underwear, while the other had already dived within and now hauled out what it had found. I broke our kiss so I could look down to see if it looked as big as it felt.

  I sort of wanted to call the heavy cock that throbbed in my hand ‘Little Campbell’. Nothing about it could be described as ‘little’, but it did remind me of Campbell; tall and strong, but graceful and truly the most handsome cock I had ever seen. It was also as confident and sure of itself as its owner, seeming to meet my gaze like it was meeting a challenge.

  I stroked my hands up and down the smooth length, finding a slight curve to it, which just seemed to add to its cultured, gentlemanly elegance. As I stroked at him, becoming firmer as my confidence grew, my eyes remained locked on Campbell’s, his face a mask of calm. I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing to him, but he seemed to be going out of his way to say; it’ll take more than that. He was good for hours.

  I parted my legs and used his cock as a leash to pull Campbell toward me. He came without question and our lips met again – just his kiss was enough to set my insides fluttering. Campbell bent slightly at the knees and I urged his solid weapon towards its natural home. For a moment, I felt the firm wide head nestling against the little patch of trimmed hair I kept like a landing strip, then it nuzzled into the heat of my core. And then…

  Campbell straightened and I gasped as his cock scythed into me, stretching my channel, filling me. Campbell pulled back and pressed in again, deeper this time. He did this twice more, easing his impressive length in, making sure I was ready. And then I had him all. I groaned as his hips pressed hard against mine, sheathing himself to the hilt.

  We kissed, hard and intense, a kiss that seemed like a steam release valve for all the heat and tension lower down. I wrapped my legs tight about his hips, enjoying the feel of his bare legs against mine, and rather wishing that his shirt and my dress were gone, too, so I could feel him from top to toe. But I had no complaints about what I was currently feeling. Just the sensation of Campbell inside me, the powerful pulse of his cock seeming to set up sympathetic tremors throughout my body, was like nothing I had ever experienced.

  He pulled out and I moaned as he thrust back in. Then again. And again. He was not going hard and fast, nor slow and sultry, but firm and steady, like a metronome. He used his strength to control himself rather than to overwhelm me, feeling no need to pound me into submission, as he surely could, but instead meting out the pleasure over time, keeping me at a delicious seething point. Again, I was reminded of the sheer joy of being with a man who knew what he was doing and who, in Campbell’s case, had the stamina to just keep doing it.

  My whole body tensed up, tightening around Campbell. I bit at his lips and face; my arms locked about him, hands clawing at his back through his shirt; my legs gripped him so he was struggling to thrust in and out of me; my pussy clamped onto his powerful organ, unwil
ling to let it go. My belly contracted, my tits ached, every part of me itched with tension, with the need to come.

  As I was getting tighter and tighter, Campbell eased back from me. “Relax, Caitlin.” I’d almost forgotten that was the name by which he knew me. “Let it happen. Enjoy.”

  With those sweet words, I let the tension flow from me. My body had been so caught up in the sharp, wonderful pleasure that it had not wanted to risk that pleasure ending, even if that meant orgasm. But Campbell had let me know that it was okay – I might be on the verge again, but he was not. The pleasure was not going to stop until I was good and ready.

  For the next few minutes, Campbell continued to stroke in and out of me at that same firm but medium pace, drawing soft sounds of blissful wonder from me, as I rocked back and forth with him on the balcony wall. Then the sensations started to tighten again, this time unstoppably. My cries became sharper, high pitched, like an animal.

  “Let it happen,” Campbell whispered again.

  This time when I came I seemed to melt into him, the molten core of my pussy consuming the rest of my body from the inside out. It was a sweet pleasure that engulfed like a blanket rather than exploding, and it lasted longer, smothering me in sticky, tactile bliss as Campbell continued to ride his tireless cock in and out of me.

  I flopped down against his chest, gasping as the last dregs finally drained away.

  “You alright?” Campbell laughed, stroking my hair gently as his cock still throbbed proudly within me, strong as ever.

  I pushed myself upright and gently eased Campbell back so his hard organ slipped out of me, springing to attention as it emerged. “Sit down.”

  It was my turn to be in charge and Campbell seemed very okay with it. Without a word, he sat obediently in the reclining chair behind him. I hopped off the wall and reached behind for the zipper of my dress. I drew it down then shrugged the dress off my shoulders and wriggled out of it, revealing my bra-less breasts along with the rest of my nude body. Up to now, calmness and confidence had been the only expressions I had seen on Campbell’s face, but the sight of my nakedness made his eyes burn while his cock bounded up like a dog on a short leash.

  I strolled to him, taking my time. Kneeling on the recliner, I allowed my leg to graze against his red-hot organ but paid it no specific attention. Not yet. I leaned in to kiss him and as our tongues met, I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Soon, my mouth followed my fingers, kissing the muscular contours of Campbell’s hairy chest as they appeared beneath his shirt. The man had an incredible body, sculpted pecs and washboard abs. I heard him grunt as I delved my tongue into his belly button, before approaching his frantic cock. Grabbing it about the shaft and feeling a strong throb of desire pass through it, I delivered a swift peck on the wide head, then squirmed the tip of my tongue into the eye to dab up a drop of pre-cum. Campbell growled through gritted teeth and I grinned – I wanted to make him feel everything he had made me feel. I wanted to take him to a peak of desire, and then I wanted him to fuck me again.

  “Ahhhh…” Campbell gasped as I slathered my tongue up and down his shaft.

  “Ohhh…” I gulped down the head and sucked hard on it while beating at the base of his shaft with both hands. He twitched and stirred in his seat, forcing self-control on himself.

  Now I was wondering if it would be more fun to make him come like this, to feel him spurt in my mouth. Basically to show him that I could be the dominant one, too.

  “Holy hell…” This time as I took Campbell into my mouth, I just kept going. It had been many years since I had deep throated a man, but in college I had developed a talent for it. Even back in those days, I had never taken a man the size of Campbell.

  For a moment, I felt him at the back of my throat, but I relaxed and eased forward, drawing a cry from him as he slid down my throat. I heard his strained moans and from the corner of my eye saw him grasping the arms of the recliner in white-knuckled hands. As my nose pressed against his belly, his cock pounded in my throat and his body twitched with rampant desire. I grabbed hold of his balls and twisted them in one hand, urging him to shoot straight into my belly.

  But Campbell had stamina and self-control that I had never known in any man before. I released him with a gasp, his cock smacking onto his belly, slick with my saliva.

  Though I had tried hard to make him come, I was now glad he hadn’t. The heat in his gaze as our eyes met was matched by mine, and we were both on our feet in the next instant. I leaned over the balcony wall, thrusting my backside out towards him, gasping in my fierce arousal. I didn’t have to wait long, Campbell was up behind me and sheathed himself in one thrust. I howled into the night, my cry of ecstasy echoing along the beachfront. I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted people to see. I wanted them to look up and see me there, my breasts hanging below me, bouncing in time with the powerful thrusts Campbell had now started delivering, his hips smacking against my soft ass cheeks. I wanted them to hear me yelp at each delicious stroke.

  With one hand, Campbell grabbed the balcony rail, with the other he held my hips steady. He then began to pound me in the best way imaginable, his cock going to the depths with every thrust, his muscles gleaming with effort. My face turned as red as my hair as he again gave me exactly what I needed.

  Given the extremes through which I had put him, I had imagined Campbell would come quickly, but he seemed to have recovered, his strength and stamina as bullish as before, and it was me who reached orgasm first, crying out a series of guttural noises. As I came, I felt Campbell’s hand slip beneath me.

  “Oh… God.” His fingers located my clit and, as his inexhaustible cock continued to pound in and out of me, orgasm became multiple orgasm.

  Unless you have completely lost your shit, while doubled over, looking down on a beachfront resort, crowded with vacation makers, you cannot know what I felt.

  Campbell drew me back against him and I twisted my head about to meet his kiss. He eased out of me, his cock red with effort but still strong and hard. I reached out to touch it.

  “How long can this thing keep going?”

  “As long as you need it to.”

  Without warning, Campbell swept me off my feet, up into his arms, and carried me back inside, away from prying eyes. He laid me on the bed and lay down beside me to kiss my lips, moving down to my neck, then across the flushed skin of my breasts and on across my body. I pulled him back up, wanting to feel his mouth on mine. As we kissed, I sought out his strong shaft, not wanting it back inside me just yet, but just wanting to touch it, to feel its strength between my slim fingers. And as I lay there with my strong, handsome, and impossibly virile lover, I felt the need to say something.

  “Thank you.”

  Campbell grinned. “Trust me, that goes both ways.”

  “Not for the sex,” I clarified.

  “Not sure I’ve given you anything else.”

  What he’d given me was hard to put into words. It wasn’t the sex itself – though I appreciated that an enormous amount – it was the manner of it. I had never had such a generous lover, so much more concerned with my pleasure than his own, so strong and yet so gentle and kind, so giving, so in tune to my needs and anxious to meet them. I trusted him. And I suppose it was a different kind of trust from that which had been so pointedly missing from recent relationships, but I trusted him to be there and give me pleasure and make me happy. How did I put that into words without it sounding as if I wanted more than the one-nighter we both knew this was.

  “Tonight has been really special, in ways you don’t have to understand,” I settled for. “So thank you.”

  The look on his face made me wonder if I had already gone too far, a look of… perhaps even guilt. Did he feel he had taken advantage? I tried to make it clear that I knew what tonight was by giving his cock a tug. Apparently this did the trick as Campbell grinned and pulled the sheet over us. We sank into each other’s arms and I sighed as Campbell re-entered me.

  This time was slow. In f
act, to call it ‘this time’ might be wrong. For the next few hours we made love at a slow, deliberate pace, soft and intimate, pausing now and then for me to tremble through a minor but ecstatic orgasm before continuing. Sometimes we would hold still all together for long minutes, kissing and feeling the subtle throb of each other’s bodies. It was sex, unlike anything I had ever experienced. Not just because Campbell’s hardworking cock remained hard and kept giving me such incredible pleasure while still not achieving its own. But because it was like an activity we were doing together. Sex is usually an event – you have it and then, however long it lasts, it’s over. But this was something that we kept doing, for as long as we wanted, enjoying not just the act, but enjoying each other.

  “Fuck me,” I breathed.

  And Campbell did. I came one final time and this time he came with me, growling as he finally reached his climax, pumping his hot seed deep into my willing body.

  Afterwards, we cuddled up together under the sheets to go to sleep and I heard Campbell whisper back to me.

  “Caitlin?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you.”

  And the tone of those two simple words let me know that this had meant as much to him as it had to me.

  Chapter 3

  Since my last boyfriend’s betrayal, I have irritatingly woken almost every morning thinking of him – usually thinking of him in bed with the tramp he cheated on me with.

  But this morning, such thoughts couldn’t have been further from my mind. I woke up, staring at the ceiling of an expensive hotel room, with a grin on my face that would have made the Cheshire Cat give up its day job and seek alternative employment. I rolled over to look at the man who still slept beside me, just to make sure that he was real. There he was, large as life and as handsome as I remembered. Lifting the sheets, I peered under. Yep; that was real, too. Last night had happened and had been a pretty epic start to my vacation.