One Bride for Five Mountain Men: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Jess Bentley

  “You should’ve shaved,” Kill scolds Liam, scowling.

  “We should all shave,” Timothy observes.

  “Not you, though,” Lola smiles, running her palms along Jake’s massive beard. “Somebody has to be the alpha, right? Please don’t shave.”

  I swear Jake blushes under that mass of hair. I realize it’s just another benefit of being the oldest, but it does make me feel little left out.

  But when she turns to smile at me, all of that is immediately forgotten. I can see the sincerity in her expression. And also, something like gratitude. I forgot what it was like to please a woman, how that makes me feel like such a man.

  “Well?” I press.

  “You want me to say the words?” she asks sweetly. Her fingers drift toward my hair, curling a lock around her shaped nails. I suppress the urge to shudder with delight.

  “Yes…Um, hearing the words would be very clarifying, if you don’t mind.”

  She sighs and grins, taking a moment to look at each of us for several long seconds. We all wait expectantly, hoping that we already know what she’s going to say.

  “Well, if you’ll have me… I’m staying,” she announces. “In fact, I can’t imagine why I would ever want to leave!”

  Chapter 11

  Lola

  Outside my bedroom door, I can hear them talking to each other in low voices. They want to burst in here, to have another round of sexual exploration, but they’re polite. Somebody has to have raised them with really good manners.

  Somehow they had an extra room in this mountain mansion that was already set up and waiting, outfitted for a princess. I sit at the small dressing table and poke through the assortment of tubes. Looks like somebody emptied the makeup counter at Macy’s in preparation for eventually having a woman in this house.

  When they first showed me to the room, I couldn’t believe it. Still dazzled and half-dreaming from having all five of them touching me at once, bringing me to an earth-shattering orgasm under their tongues, fingers, and more, I let Jake carry me up the stairs to this room. It is positively fairytale-like.

  The bed is enormous, fit for Goldilocks and all the bears she can wrangle. It must be custom-made, with four posts each at least a foot in diameter. Heaps of blankets and furs line the bed, plus a dozen feather pillows or more.

  Along the walls are an assortment of ornately carved wardrobes and dressers, plus mirrors and chairs. Some look like they are for sitting, others may be for more adventurous uses.

  I even have my own private bath. Lined all in cedar with a marble floor, the bathroom is as big as the hotel room I just stayed in. There is a tub the size of a Jacuzzi, and a walk-in shower that I bet all six of us could occupy at once, with dozens of nozzles and showerheads. When I took a shower just now, I tried getting all of them to come on at once, but couldn’t quite figure out the complicated control panel. I will have to put that on the to-do list.

  Jake said to make myself at home, and by golly, I plan on it. They just offered me a room? All I had to do was ask nicely, and I am their houseguest? This is miraculous. I feel like I finally won some great prize.

  Finally. After a string of stupid bad luck, there’s finally something to smile about.

  I hear their voices outside my door, but I am not done exploring this room just yet. I love the puppy dog faces they all give me. They are being so very good, so very patient, I can tell. How long have they been alone? Could it really be years? How have they managed?

  I shudder to think. They must’ve been relieving their tension somehow… I’ll have to check if the space between the cushions in the sofa downstairs is suspiciously fatigued. What have they been doing, just masturbating? Working out, that’s for sure. They look like a rugby team, all muscles and thighs and hungry looks.

  Feeling a little like I am snooping, I tentatively open a drawer, then another, then another. The dresser drawers are stuffed with every kind of undergarment I’ve ever imagined. Panties, bras, and piles of silk stockings in paper-wrapped packages.

  In another drawer, I find camisoles and tap pants, those non-restricting silk panties that ladies used to like to wear in the ‘30s and ‘40s, I think. They don’t leave panty lines, and don’t bind. So feminine!

  With a smile, I pick out a pair of lilac panties with handmade lace and a matching camisole. It’s almost too small for my breasts, but I don’t think they will mind. The globes spill out to either side of the lacy triangles, and I hope someone takes that as an invitation. I never realized how sensitive my breasts were until I had Jake and Carty licking me at the same time. That was what sent me right over the edge, that and the twins sucking my toes. I have never felt so cherished, so lavished with attention. At first it almost made me want to run away, but I forced myself to stay. Besides, with a bum ankle, how far was I going to get?

  As they all took up a corner of my body, I forced myself to calm down and try to enjoy it. And in moments, I was overwhelmed with sensation. So much going on at the same time, all I could do was close my eyes and submit.

  Just thinking about it gets my pussy wet all over again. I ache to be touched, ache to know which brother is going to touch me first. How could they not? Every other man I have ever been with has only treated the rest of my body like a necessary checkpoint, diving straight for my pussy as soon as he thought it was possibly acceptable. That is exactly what I expected, but nobody did that.

  Which has made me almost crazy with desire. I want to touch myself, and I know I’m already creamy wet. Then again, I know it will be so much better if Jake does it, or maybe Carty with his bushy, thick beard. Maybe the twins, both at once? Or maybe shy Timothy, with his eager smile?

  Trembling, I smash my thighs together and try to hold the sensation at bay.

  There’s some kind of scuffle in the hallway, and I imagine Liam and Kill are roughhousing. I know they want me to let them in my room, but I just want to take another moment. I love this feeling of anticipation, knowing that all five of them are right outside the door, waiting for me to let them in.

  But first, I want to see what’s in the rest of these drawers. It’s more and more panties, plus trousers and blouses in every shade of the rainbow.

  The first wardrobe contains a selection of ball gowns, glittering yards of luxurious fabrics that sparkle in the low light. In another wardrobe, I find daytime dresses, along with silk and linen blouses. One of the dressers is only blue jeans, plus some canvas trousers in a variety of sizes and lengths. Wow, these guys really did hope to have someone here. I don’t care what Carty says, they have not been happy by themselves, not if this level of preparedness is any kind of indication.

  Finally, I limp to the door, favoring my right leg as much as possible, though I hate the way I look so gimpy in my reflection. How long is this going to take, anyway? If there was ever a time to be at full strength, this is it.

  When I fling the door open, Liam and Timothy practically fall in. They stand up immediately, startled but trying to look nonchalant.

  “How long have you guys all been standing out there?” I ask, though I already know the answer. “Would you like to come in?"

  “We weren’t just standing out here…” Carty mumbles, though I do not believe him at all. When he catches my eye, I give him a knowing wink, pleased to see how he softens immediately.

  “How do you like your room?” Timothy asks me shyly, smiling delightedly.

  “I absolutely love it!” I gush, holding my hands out like a game show hostess. “I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s like you have one of everything here. There is every item of clothing a woman could ask for!”

  “That’s great!” he beams. He seems very interested in my reaction and enjoys the praise.

  “Wait… did you do this, Timothy? Did you arrange all this? All the soaps and makeup, all the clothes?”

  Liam comes over to clap Timothy on the shoulders. “Tim is our personal shopper!” he explains with a grin. “If it can be ordered on the Internet, Tim can get it
for you. Amazon invented those drones just for us, I’m pretty sure, since the access road to the house is closed for about nine months out of the year.”

  “Did they really?” I marvel. “Wow, you must order a lot of stuff. Oh… right, because you guys haven’t left here in a long… um, time…”

  My voice trails off sheepishly. I glance from face to face, looking for signs of discomfort. Before I can get too worried, I feel someone picking me up and look up to see Jake’s smiling, bearded face.

  “You really should be staying off your feet,” he scolds me as he swoops toward the bed and deposits me in the middle of it. All of the guys clamber on top immediately and I have the distinct impression of having a pack of very friendly wolves closing in.

  “Whatever you say, Jake,” I giggle, lying back among the dozens of pillows.

  “That’s right,” he says with mock seriousness. “You just obey what I tell you and we will get along just fine.”

  Normally, I wouldn’t want anyone telling me what to do, but how can I resist? Something about these wild yet gentlemanly men makes me want to submit to everything. Not to mention, I sort of feel for their isolation. I mean, it must have been so difficult for them. Part of me is so intrigued by the challenge of trying to take care of them, to satisfy the desires that must have built up inside them.

  I look around, noting how they are eagerly staring me down, each with an expression of unsteady control. With a smile, I realize they’re waiting for my permission again.

  “So you’re saying that you like the room?” Carty murmurs, though he sounds distracted. His eyes keep tracing the outlines of the lilac silk covering my right breast. I could feel my nipple getting hard and watch his lips part in fascination.

  “I really like the room,” I answer, but I do not think he is listening to me.

  Experimentally, I run my fingers up my left thigh, slowly, watching them all track the movement. They really are like a pack of wolf cubs, instinctually distracted by their hunger. Slowly I open my thighs, listening to the sound of their breathing quickening as they lean in.

  “How does this work?” I ask, finding my voice thin and timid. “How does… all of you work?”

  “It depends on how adventurous you are,” Liam says, grinning.

  “I would say I am… extremely adventurous,” I answer automatically. At this point, I am so horny I would like all of them in me simultaneously. Is that possible? I have a feeling I’m about to find out. At least I hope so.

  “Why don’t you just let us show you?” Jake growls, shifting his weight toward me. The nearer he gets, the faster my heart races.

  After another moment to consider, I raise my arms. “Yes,” I sigh confidently. “Why don’t you just show me everything you want? But this time, I want all of us to get off, okay? Is that even possible?”

  “Oh, it’s not just possible… It’s definitely gonna happen,” Carty smiles, stroking his woolly beard.

  With the utmost care, making sure that my ankle doesn’t get tweaked, the guys work in tandem to lift and maneuver me, rearranging my position for their purposes. Immediately, I understand why this bed is so big. They are very large people who need a lot of room to move around.

  I feel like a leaf floating on a river, or perhaps a carnival balloon, swept up on dizzying tides of laughter and pleasure. At first, I try to keep track of who is doing what, but their arms and legs move over each other so quickly, it’s like trying to keep track of which wolf cub is wriggling through the pile.

  All I know is that in mere seconds, the camisole and panties are gone, and I am being lavished in touch and sensation once again. The delicate feelings of breath, fingers, tongues over my skin is starting.

  “Careful of her leg,” I hear someone say.

  “Just move her arm a little bit this way,” someone else coaches.

  “Yeah, that’s right, get her down here for me,” someone begins to moan.

  Warm and wet, slippery and strong, I can barely tease out individual sensations. Everything is a stew of pleasure and desire, and undulating mass of trembling impulses. Soon, though, I feel an unfamiliar sensation. A wet touch is circling my asshole, exploring, prodding, pushing new boundaries.

  But instead of objecting, I allow myself to relax. If there was ever a time to have my rear entrance plundered, this is it. Every inch of me wants to be satisfied, to be explored. So when I feel a finger or tongue pushing past that first, tight barrier, I let it happen. I welcome it, telling myself to open up further.

  “Yeah, like that, you’re gonna suck me in,” comes a voice behind my ear. I realize I’m lying on top of someone, with hands around my waist gently guiding the invading sensation. Somehow, it’s perfect. Before I’ve even had anybody’s dick in my mouth or finger in my pussy, somebody’s cock is splitting open my asshole.

  Little by little, millimeter by millimeter, it goes deeper. I feel like I’m choking on it, like it’s almost impossible to fit, but then when it withdraws, I want it back inside me. It’s so naughty, I want so much more of it.

  “Not too greedy now,” the voice coaches. “Let me do all the work.”

  The world tips over as my body is shifted, rearranged so that I am on my stomach. I feel a tongue slide across the back of my knee, another body part—maybe a dick—is under my right arm, pumping in and out. The weight over me is almost crushing, and yet I want more. I can feel their warm, furry frames sliding along mine, as each man uses some part of me to give and receive pleasure. Hands close over mine with a cock against my palm and I’m jerking somebody off while someone else slides another dick underneath me, almost but not quite touching my pussy lips.

  Still, in the middle of it all there is a cock in my ass. That alone obliterates my ability to speak, my brain’s ability to form thoughts all the way. All I could think about is that filthy sensation, taking me higher and higher, until I realize I’m coming from a part of me I never knew I had. I’m coming and coming, screaming into the fur pelt below me, only vaguely aware that they are coming too, baptizing me in their sticky, saltwater-warm fluid.

  It’s sensory overload, and I can’t even open my eyes. I don’t know who came where, and it doesn’t matter. Like some kind of mythical creature, we are knotted together, inseparable, all riding together on the same sea of bliss.

  Our moans fill the air as we lie in a pile, panting and groaning for a long time. Someone leaves and I hear the sound of running water in the bathroom. When they return I feel some new, warm sensation and realize I’m being washed with a cloth.

  “Just start the bath, Liam,” a voice suggests and I feel the mattress shift again as Liam heads off.

  I’m still barely conscious when I feel myself being lifted again and carried across the room. Everything comes sharply back into focus when I am lowered into the big, warm bath, filled to the brim from six generous, carved fountains.

  “Here, get her on the ledge,” someone says.

  Their hands guide me to sitting on a marble bench under the water line. Now I am fully conscious, though I can barely believe this isn’t still a dream. All five men join me in the nearly-hot water. Steam fills the room as we all settle against the gentle jets to soak in the luxurious tub.

  “Did you arrange all this too?” I ask Timothy. “A bathtub big enough for six people?”

  “It was a challenge,” he admits with a smile as he tugs at my arm, extending it. With rapt attention, he moves a soapy cloth along my skin, bathing me tenderly. Shivers course up and down my body.

  “Are you cold?” Jake asks, concern shading his features. With his hair slicked back, I can see his handsome features better and wonder briefly what he looks like beneath the beard. Then I banish the thought. Jake and a beard just go together.

  “I’m not cold at all,” I murmur as I slide closer to him, barely restraining myself from curling up on his lap again. I don’t want to make anyone think he is my favorite. I need to train myself to divide my affection equally, I realize.

  “Just
let us know. We can adjust the temperature,” Kill assures me as he brushes away a pile of bubbles from my ear.

  “Everything is perfect,” I smile, reaching forward to kiss him slowly. Then for good measure, I kiss each man one by one, savoring the tiny differences in their tastes and textures. I’ve never done anything like this, and it is delightful how having five different tongues in my mouth is starting to seem like exactly the right amount.

  “Really,” I sigh as I settle back, allowing them all to scrub and loofah me into oblivion, “absolutely perfect.”

  Chapter 12

  Carty

  At first, I don’t think she hears me knocking on her door. I wait for a few moments, then gently knock a couple more times. I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to break down the door, but it is a large room.

  When I hear her say “Come in” I’m filled with relief again.

  The room is half lit, with the automatic windows set to fifty percent. I’m impressed to see that she has already mastered some of our technological assets. After my eyes adjust, I can just make out her smiling form in the middle of the bed.

  “Coming to join me?” she asks sweetly. “Just you? I thought that was against the rules. It will take me all day to make sure everybody gets what’s coming to them if we do this.”

  Her thoughtfulness makes me blush. I really do appreciate that she has given some thought to pleasuring all of us equally.

  “First of all,” I clear my throat, trying to stay on track, “I was coming to ask if you wanted some breakfast. But then, I think we already slept through breakfast. Would you like some lunch?”

  She throws one arm over her head and smiles with her eyes closed, luxuriously arching her back. In the white satin nightgown, I can just barely make out the outlines of her voluptuous, perfect form. Even that sweet, russet triangle of her pubic hair stands out in subtle relief under the nearly translucent fabric.