Realms and Rebels: A Paranormal and Fantasy Reverse Harem Collection

by C. M. Stunich

  Once we reached the base of Valefire, we were all covered in a thin layer of ash and sweat, and now came the hard part—the climb. We took a quick break to drink water and eat some of the sliced pork Derel had brought, gathering our strength as best we could before the final part of our journey.

  "Do you think it will erupt?" Falon asked, as he wiped sweat off his brow.

  "Not if we make it there soon," I said, hoping I was right. I straightened up again and hefted my bag over my shoulder with a groan. At first it had seemed far too small considering all the things I'd left behind, but now it felt like a load of bricks on my back. I started to wish I’d been even more selective when I’d packed.

  “Here, let me help you with that,” Falon said, as he reached for my bag.

  “Oh. Thank you.” I rolled my shoulders with relief.

  He threw my bag onto his back. “Gods, this thing must weigh a ton. What do you have in here?”

  “My clothes and some other things.”

  “And a stack of books, no doubt,” Roth said.

  “I only brought a few!” It had made me sick leaving any of my books behind, but I couldn’t exactly carry them all.

  “How many is a few?” Derel asked.

  I bit my lip. “Um, four?”

  Falon laughed. “Four? No wonder this thing is so heavy.”

  “If we divide them up between all of us it won’t be so bad,” Derel said.

  “All right, but I’m carrying my bag again after that,” I said, as I took it back from Falon and opened it up. I handed each of the guys one of my small leather-bound books, and they slipped them into their own packs. Except for Blane, who stared at his.

  “This is the one I got you,” he said. “You brought it with you.”

  “Of course I did. It’s my favorite.” Blane had picked up the book on one of his journeys to the Air Realm, which was known for its amazing libraries and museums.

  He opened his mouth, but no words came out. When he looked up at me, emotion flickered across his face. “Why?”

  “Because it came from you.” I leaned close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, while the other guys watched.

  Blane pulled me closer and pressed his lips to my ear. “I love you.”

  I nuzzled my face in his neck. I should have realized the true depth of Blane’s feelings when he got me the book, but it was nice to have no doubts about them now. “I love you too.”

  We broke apart and began to ascend the mountain. The climb was grueling, especially when we were already exhausted, and the hot sun on our backs didn’t help, nor did the thick layer of smoke as we got higher and higher. I coughed constantly and felt like I would never be clean again, assuming I could make it to the summit without passing out. The men didn't seem to be faring much better, and would often stop to readjust their bags or wipe sweat from their brows. The relentless heat and the horrible smells only made it worse. Would we ever get used to this?

  When we finally reached the summit, my knees were weak and I could barely find the strength to stand. But there, rising before us, was the temple of the Fire God in all its glory—our new home.

  The temple was a large building made entirely of obsidian, the black volcanic glass so common in this part of the Fire Realm. In Sparkport we used it for many things—arrowheads, tools, jewelry—and many traders sold it in other parts of the world. But I'd never seen an entire structure made out of it.

  Night had fallen sometime during our ascent, and the black temple was highlighted from behind by the eerie orange glow from the great open maw of the volcano.

  "We're here,” Roth said. “Now what?"

  I hesitated. "I suppose we go inside and make ourselves at home."

  Derel and Falon moved to the great temple door and tugged it open with some difficulty. As they did, a rush of dust fluttered out into the humid air. The room inside was pitch black, and I summoned a ball of flame into my palm as we stepped inside.

  With the feeble light shining inside the expansive room, I caught sight of something. A flash of light and dark. A whisper of movement. A hint we weren’t alone.

  I gripped Blane's arm. "What was that?"

  "I didn't see anything," he said, although he drew his sword anyway.

  "It looked like a shadow," Falon said with a frown.

  "Rats probably," Derel added.

  I nodded and continued forward, tampering down my fear while moving across the stone floor. I made the flame bigger to illuminate more of the room, and gasped at what the light revealed.

  Shadowy figures with dimly glowing eyes stood around the great hall. They looked almost like humans except for their long claws and the way their bodies tapered off near the bottom. As those glowing yellow eyes turned toward us, cold fear shot down my spine.

  "Shades," Blane said, as he pushed me behind him.

  Impossible. Shades were a myth, nothing more. They were stories parents told to their children to keep them from misbehaving. Shades were said to once have been friendly spirits, but were now twisted, deadly ghosts trapped between this world and the next. And worst of all, they were hungry…and nearly impossible to kill.

  The shades rushed toward us, trailing across the floor with their insubstantial bodies, moving through anything in their way. Roth, Derel, and Falon all drew their weapons too, swiping at the nearest ones alongside Blane. Each of the men knew how to fight, while all I could do was stand behind them and pray. Except their blades went straight through the shades as if they were nothing but air.

  “Weapons don’t hurt them!” Derel called out.

  “We need fire,” Roth said, as one of the shades tried to claw at his arm.

  Fire—of course. Like the elementals, shades could probably only be stopped by fire, water, air, or earth.

  That meant I had to do something, but how? I wasn't a fighter. I'd never killed anyone before. But we were in danger and I couldn’t let my men get injured. I summoned the Fire God’s gift into my palms, the heat giving me clarity and strength. As the shade lunged for Roth again, I threw my ball of fire at it. The magic hit with a loud sizzle and flames flashed all over the shade, before the creature vanished in a cloud of black smoke. I felt a split second of triumph, before more shades crowded around us.

  Now that we’d seen what my fire could do to the shades, I summoned even more of it. Blane grabbed a torch off the wall and swept it through my ball of flame, lighting it instantly. Falon picked up a discarded chair and broke it over his knee, splintering the wood into pieces. He tossed them to Derel and Roth, and they gestured for me to light their stakes as well. Roth hesitated as his stake lit up with fire, no doubt remembering how he got his injury, but then he guarded me from the shades with the others.

  We backed up behind a discarded bookshelf and some tables, but the shades moved right through the furniture without slowing at all. Blane rushed the closest one with a roar, swiping his torch at it. The other shades surrounded us almost instantly, and I could barely summon fire fast enough to blast them before they got to me. The men fought them off with their improvised fiery weapons, although the shades' claws still managed to rip through their clothes and slash their skin.

  As another of my men cried out, fear swelled within me and I prayed to the Fire God for help. We were in his temple, doing his work, why wasn’t he helping us? Was this some kind of test? Were we on our own?

  But he’d given me a gift, and even though I barely knew how to control it, I felt it flickering inside me. My fear and determination to protect my mates only made it flare hotter, and I let out a roar and spread my arms, calling forth the Fire God’s wrath with power I didn’t know I possessed. Each shade in the room suddenly burnt up with a piercing scream, turning to ash.

  As the power left me, I crumpled to the floor, completely spent. Derel rushed over to me and asked, “Are you all right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, although it seems I need a little more practice with my magic.”

  The other men were immediately at my side, t
hough they were all bleeding from various minor cuts from the shades. I was just relieved we were still alive.

  Blane brushed back a damp piece of blond hair from my eyes. “I think you did a damn good job with your magic already.”

  “You were incredible,” Falon said, touching my cheek lovingly.

  Roth suddenly swept me up into his strong arms. "Let's find you somewhere to lie down."

  "Really, I'm fine," I said, though I didn't protest too hard because I liked being held like this against his hard body.

  He grunted and carried me through the dark temple, while the others lit torches where we could find them to brighten the dark halls. The room with the shades had been some sort of grand entrance hall, with tall ceilings and a huge statue of a fiery dragon in the center. Other doors led down hallways to other rooms, including kitchens, storerooms, bedrooms, and washrooms. Tomorrow I wanted to fully explore, but at the moment it took everything I had to keep my eyes open.

  I barely remembered Roth setting me down, or the others tucking some blankets over me. All I knew was that each one kissed me goodnight, and I fell asleep wondering if this would ever feel like home.

  12

  In the morning I discovered I’d been placed in a bedroom that the men had prepared for me, although it needed more cleaning, as did the rest of the temple. Dim, murky light shone through the windows from the smoke-covered sky, reminding me that the volcano still raged on. We’d made it to the temple—would the Fire God speak to me soon and tell me my purpose?

  I visited the washroom quickly, then began a more thorough tour of the temple. I barely remembered anything from last night after the shade attack, and now I surveyed the building with a more critical eye, making a mental note of everything I’d want to change or fix. Though the temple itself was all black volcanic stone and didn’t need any repairs, everything inside it required straightening, repairing, or cleaning. If we were going to live here for the rest of our lives, we had a lot of work to do.

  I stopped in the kitchen, where Derel was scrubbing down the counters. “I had a feeling you’d be in here.”

  He looked up at me with a wry grin. “Someone needs to cook for us. Unless you want to do it?”

  I held up my hands in surrender. “I’ll help with the baking if you’d like, but you’re welcome to take over in the kitchen. That was more my sisters’ area of expertise.”

  “Yes, I remember.” He propped his hip on the counter and offered me a bit of bread, ham, and cheese. “You preferred to hole up in a corner somewhere with your books.”

  “That’s true,” I said, as I devoured the food. When was the last time I’d eaten? Lunch yesterday, perhaps? “Unfortunately I couldn’t turn reading into a profession.”

  “You can now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Amusement made his dark eyes dance. “Let’s just say you’re going to be very happy when you see the library.”

  My eyes widened. “There’s a library?”

  He nodded. “I’m pretty sure it has more books than all of Sparkport. It’ll take you years to read them all.”

  I finished off his food and wiped my hands. “I’d better get started then.”

  “Not yet,” he said, taking my arm. “There’s another place I think you’ll want to visit first.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  He led me out of the kitchen and down the halls. I spotted Roth and Blane arranging some furniture in another room, but Derel continued on. Soon we came upon a cave-like room filled with steaming water in a few different pools. Falon was already inside and turned toward us with a smile.

  “What is this place?” I asked.

  "A natural hot spring," Falon said, as he bent down to dip his fingers in. He brought them to his lips with a smile. "Freshwater. Nice and warm too."

  “This is where we’ll get our water to drink and cook with,” Derel said, gesturing at one of the smaller pools, before turning to the largest one. “And this one can be used for bathing.”

  “Incredible.” I wanted to fall to my knees and thank the Fire God for providing this for us. I’d suspected there was a way to survive up here, but this was better than I’d imagined.

  Derel moved behind me and began sliding down the straps of my dress. “I think we should try it out.”

  “Do you?” I asked, my breath catching as he pressed a kiss to my neck.

  Falon closed in on me from the front, caging me between his best friend. “You must be eager to wash off the dirt from our days of traveling.” His hands slid along my bare arms as his mouth lowered to mine. “We can help.”

  “I am feeling quite dirty,” I said, before our lips met.

  Derel left a trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder, then tugged my dress down, revealing one of my breasts. Falon immediately palmed it in his large, rough hand, and began squeezing my flesh. I moaned as Derel continued yanking the dress down, freeing another breast for his friend to claim. The fabric brushed against my hips as my entire torso was bared to the two men, who took their time exploring me with eager strokes and light kisses.

  Their boldness surprised and thrilled me. Derel and I hadn’t gotten along for most of my life, but the sexual chemistry had always simmered between us under the surface. Now that he’d admitted his feelings for me, it seemed he didn’t want to hold back any longer. Falon, on the other hand, had always acted as though he was nothing more than a friend, but not anymore. As he took one breast in his mouth and ran his tongue over my nipple, I didn’t have any more doubts that what we had was more than friendship.

  “We know you’ve been with Blane and Roth, but now we’re going to make you ours,” Derel’s voice said, as he nipped at my ear. His hard length pressed against my behind and sent a rush of wet heat between my thighs.

  Falon ran his hand down my hips to continue easing my dress down, until it fell to the floor. “For years we held back because of our friendship, knowing we could never be happy if you picked one of us. But that isn’t a problem anymore.”

  “I want you both,” I said, pressing a kiss to Falon’s lips, before turning to kiss Derel too. “I’ve always wanted you both.”

  “How about at the same time?” Derel asked, as he stroked my behind.

  “Is that possible?”

  “Oh yes.” He gave my bottom a hard squeeze. “Now get in the water.”

  The two men watched as I moved toward the spring and stepped down into the water. Delicious warmth crept over me as I sank into it, making all my muscles relax. Before me, both men began to undress, tearing off their shirts and dropping their trousers, revealing their muscular bodies and jutting cocks. If this was going to be my life from now on, I couldn’t complain.

  Derel descended first into the water and took my in his arms, kissing me hard while his fingers slipped between my thighs. He stroked me in both my mouth and my core and I had to cling to him as pleasure swept over me. His wet, muscular body pressed against mine in the most sensual way, and I wrapped my legs around him to get even closer. His cock slipped inside me as we came together, like it couldn’t help but find its way to where it belonged. I gasped at the sudden joining, but then his tongue was sliding against mine, matching his thrusts.

  Then Falon’s hands were on me too, his body fitted against my back. He was even more muscular than Derel from days spent working as a carpenter, and I enjoyed the feel of his hard ridges on my skin. Along with the other hard thing poking into my behind, which I knew wanted a taste of me too.

  While Derel gripped my hips to pump into me, Falon’s hands claimed my breasts and his mouth sucked on my neck. I arched back against him, taking Derel deeper, while turning my head to capture Falon’s mouth. Derel leaned down to lick water off my neck, but then he pulled out of me and spun me toward Falon. With water churning around us, Falon took me into his arms and captured my mouth, then entered me with one smooth push. He filled me up just as well as Derel did, but it was different. Derel was longer
, but Falon was thicker—and both of them were mine.

  “I think we’re clean enough,” Derel said.

  Falon nodded and lifted me out of the water, my body wrapped around him as he moved onto the black stone floor. He set me down on a long cloth the men had laid out, and then pumped into me from above a few times, like he couldn’t help himself, before rolling us over so that I was on top. I took a moment to savor how huge he felt in this position, while Derel moved behind us. He picked up a bottle of oil, and I realized they’d been planning this all along. Waiting for me to wake up, so they could lay their claim to me…together.

  Derel kneeled behind me and began stroking my behind, spreading my cheeks, sliding his oiled fingers along my back entrance. I gasped with each touch, especially as Falon slowly rocked underneath me. When Derel’s finger eased, I let out a cry of pleasure and surprise. No one had touched me there before, and I was shocked to find how much I enjoyed it.

  Derel spent a few minutes stretching me wide while I rode Falon, and it was hard to believe anything could be more pleasurable than this moment, but I knew it would be once Derel was inside me too.

  Then Derel’s fingers vanished, and were quickly replaced by something much larger, harder, and thicker. As he pushed inside my tight hole a mix of pleasure and pain shot through me and I clung to Falon as I cried out. He held me in his arms and stroked my breasts lovingly, and when his mouth captured mine, Derel was able to inch deeper inside me from behind.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Just relax and let me in.”

  “Oh Gods,” I said, as he filled me up slowly, stretching me around him in impossible ways.

  “You’re doing great,” Falon said, with a slight pinch to my nipples.

  Suddenly Derel was all the way inside, his hips flush with my behind, and I drew in a ragged breath as the feelings swept through me. I was one with both men at the same time, all of us joined together in the most intimate way.

  “Please,” I dug my fingers into the light curls on Falon’s chest and whimpered, not knowing what I asked for, only that I needed more.