Seven Beasts_Reverse Harem Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  “I feel like I could go again, but I’m exhausted...” Braden fell back onto the bed.

  “Me too...” Boone let out a long sigh. “But we’ll have a lifetime to enjoy our beautiful savior.”

  You’re chasing tonight like it is the last night on earth.

  Boone pulled himself free and Alexander lifted his lips from my clitoris which had turned into a bundle of sensitivity. Alexander lifted me up off the bed and Randall moved behind me. They lifted me up and positioned me above their cocks while Gill and Arthur kissed my neck. Randall entered my ass while Alexander entered my pussy and they pressed their bodies against me. My orgasms left me engulfed in exhaustion but when I felt them both start to enter me, my body once again became alive with the lust I craved. Alexander was the first to push himself in deep, but he waited there until Gill had joined him. The two of them created a strange feeling with the difference in their sizes, but it still left my body on fire once he was underway.

  The twins were so similar the night I had them both and I enjoyed it, but there was more chaos in the dual thrusts from Alexander and Gill. I couldn’t predict which would go deeper or which would stretch me further when they started bouncing me on their cocks. The lips on my neck definitely didn’t do anything to slow down the momentum and I felt another orgasm forcing through the exhaustion with another demand of satisfaction growing inside me.

  “I’m going to need a week to recover after this...” I moaned as they pressed their bodies against me tighter.

  “We’ll be back for more tomorrow.” Arthur kissed my neck. “We won’t get many nights like this before we have a baby to take care of.“

  Although it will be nice to have seven dads around—I won’t even have to chance a diaper.

  Alexander and Gill kept their bodies tight against me as they worked their cocks into me. The speed and intensity of their thrusts would have sent me to the ceiling if they weren’t holding me steady. Randall and Arthur covered my neck with the fire of their kisses while the other two pounded me. Shane, Boone and Braden were exhausted and stretched out on the bed. Alexander and Gill hammered me so hard that it seemed like bricks from the wall would come loose with the speed of their passion. My body quickly sparked, engulfed with desire while they satisfied their lust. The flurry of their thrusts kept me suspended between them, and the combination of a cock against my g-spot while another hammered my ass made me close in on another powerful orgasm. It was no longer the need I had when the seven of them began to catapult me towards bliss, but the greed refused to let me rest. I felt my body tightening, begging for it as they pushed me closer to the edge. The point of no return was a moment I knew well and when I finally reached it, there was no holding back.

  “I’m gonna cum!” My head rolled back and a scream lifted from my throat.

  They orgasm didn’t simply tease me, it completely overwhelmed me. The feeling began as a pressure that built like the others, but when my body started to convulse, it didn’t stop. It rushed through me like a wave crashing against rocks of bliss and the second that it subsided, I felt the tides raising once more. They took me to the thrill of passion mixed with lust before the first one had even finished and when it roared from me, the next one was already building. Alexander and Gill slammed themselves deep and I felt the sweat of our bodies melding as the heat intensified. I couldn’t control my body. It simply became a long string of orgasms and seven was only the threshold for what was booming inside of me.

  It felt like a volcano of bliss just releasing every bit of pressure as they slammed into me. I felt their cocks start to throb in unison and I knew the pulsations were leading to their release. They bounced me until our sweat was nothing more than lubrication against our bodies to keep me moving between them. The roar of my orgasms barely subsided when I felt them both start to ejaculate. My pussy was spasming on Alexander while my anus clenched Gill’s girth. They were trapped in their pleasure as they emptied themselves inside of me until they were spent. They sank into bed and I started to descend between their bodies, but I felt Arthur pull me towards him.

  “My body is still orgasming...” I felt the sensations continue, even when Alexander and Gill had pulled free from me.

  “I’m not going to let that stop.” Arthur kissed one side of my neck.

  “Me either.” Randall started kissing the other side.

  Arthur started to push his cock into my pussy and I felt him go deep inside me with little effort. Randall took his spot beside Arthur and I thought he was going to enter my ass, but then I felt his cock also against my pussy. My eyes opened wide when I felt him start to push against Arthur’s cock and stretch my opening beyond anything I had felt up to that point. Randall slid his cock into my tightness while Arthur slowly bounced me on his cock. It took Randall several minutes to work his way in, but then I felt him go deep until both dicks were buried to the hilt. My pussy was tight and struggled to accept the two of them at the same time, but once they started to move in unison, it sent me to a pleasure soaked paradise.

  I had no idea it could feel so good to have my pussy stretched beyond what I thought was possible, but Randall’s cock seemed to keep Arthur pushed against my g-spot in a way that I had never experienced. The two of them started to pick up the pace and I had two hungry cocks destroying my pussy as they searched for the pleasure they craved. The orgasm that had started to fade was immediately brought back from the depths and I was a ball of bliss in their arms. They locked their lips on my body as they pounded themselves deep.

  “Damn, she’s taking both of them and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so happy.” Alexander let out a sigh. “I wish I had thought of that.”

  “Don’t stop!” I begged with a scream echoing as my body convulsed from the intensity of the combined pleasure.

  They hammered themselves into me with a fury that I didn’t realize with possible. The two of them seemed to be consumed by the tight feeling of two cocks stretching my pussy to the limit. They didn’t last nearly as long as I had felt them last when one of them was chasing their pleasure inside of me. They were driven by something more, a new sensation that brought new heights of pleasure as they panted and moaned. The feeling had me locked in absolute bliss. There was nothing I could do to stop the spasming that was constantly clenching my muscles and releasing another wave of pleasure. My orgasms were well into the double digits and my body felt like it was locked in a thrill that I was going to be riding until they were satisfied. I felt them tense and throb while my body reacted. My words became trapped in my throat with a gasp—I tried to scream for more, but they were already delivering it before I could form the words on my lips. I felt them start to pulsate and I knew it was only a matter of seconds.

  The two of them held me between them and then I felt Arthur start to cum. He was ahead of Randall by an unmeasurable unit of time because Randall’s cock spewed his delight before Arthur really got going. The two of them continued to hammer their cocks into me until they had deposited every bit of their cum inside of me. They slowly withdrew and I sank into the mass of arms eager to hold me. The only peace I had coming was sleep and I was ready for it with exhaustion surging through my body. I was numb from head to toe and as the afterglow of my orgasm consumed me, I didn’t want to be anywhere else except for the warm embrace of my seven lovers.

  EVEN THOUGH THE CURSE was broken, our secret seemed to be safe. I was sure that others would discover us in time, but Guinevere had given us one gift before she left with Lancelot. She kept Camelot hidden from the world. We could come and go as we pleased, but others could not find the castle unless we wanted them to see the front gates. Randall was the first to leave and we watched through Merlin’s mirrors as he reconnected with his daughter. The scene brought a tear to everyone’s eye, but I was bawling with joy. I sent for my father and although he was a little hesitant, he finally agreed to fly to England, so I could bring him to Camelot. He was nervous meeting the beasts that had imprisoned us, but he finally understood th
at their humanity was intact. We kept our ultimate secret from him, but I couldn’t hide the fact I was with child.

  Arthur and I played the role of the happy couple until he was gone—mostly for his sake. I didn’t really think he could handle the reality of my love for all seven men. It was the right choice for me, but it was not something a father should have to wrap his head around. There was peace in Camelot, for the first time since Arthur first pulled the sword from the stone. Our lives gained a new addition when I gave birth to Arthur’s son, but he wasn’t an only child for long. The rest of our lives was beginning, and without the curse to hold us captive, we enjoyed it with nothing to stand between our passion and our happily ever after.

  The End

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  Chapter 1: Samantha

  My lips formed the words to the song on the radio, belting out a terrible rendition of the only song I knew by John Mellencamp. All I had been able to pick up since I got close to Granite Falls was one station playing classic rock—at least I knew the words to Jack & Diane—most of them anyway. I stumbled over the parts I didn’t know and tossed in some random lyrics that sounded sort of right.

  Yeah, yeah—that word.

  I didn’t know much about Granite Falls. I had been there once when I was a kid, but I was too young to really remember the visit. It was my father’s home town but he was in no condition to deal with my grandmother’s estate after she passed. I agreed to go in his stead, pick my grandmother’s ashes, and tend to whatever remained of his childhood home. I wasn’t expecting much. My father had described the place as little more than a dirt farm with a shack sitting in the middle of it. There was nobody to contest the will since my father was her only son and everything was left to him. I hoped I could sign some paperwork, transfer the deed, and be on my way. If my father wanted to sell the place or do something with it, he could do so after he recovered from his latest health scare.

  Yeah, that word too...

  My lips keep bopping along with the words and then I heard an audible pop that was louder than the radio. A second later my car was jerking to the left, and the shaking was barely within my control. “What the...”

  I had kept the gas pedal on fifty-five since I wandered into the thirty-five mile per hour speed zone. It was a long stretch of road that connected the interstate to Granite Falls and I hadn’t seen anything but trees for miles. As soon as I heard the grind of metal and pavement, I realized I had a blowout. My car rolled into the left lane and I pulled it back to the right before letting it slowly decelerate towards the side of the road. I quickly unfastened my seatbelt and got out of my car. The tire was blown and the pavement had chewed up a good bit of the rubber along with the edges of my rim. It didn’t look good but my situation looked worse. I dug through my purse and found that I didn’t have any bars on my cell phone. Even the radio had went to static as if it gave up on me as well. I certainly didn’t like the idea of dragging my jack out of the trunk to get my two-thousand-pound automobile off the ground so I could change the tire, but it looked like that was my only option.

  Change a tire. I’ve seen this done before. How hard can it be?

  I hit the button to release my trunk and sat my suitcase on the ground beside the bumper. I pulled back the carpet to reveal the secret compartment underneath it with my jack and my spare tire—which was nothing more than a donut. It wasn’t going to get me home, but it would get to me to Granite Falls, which was all I cared about at the moment. I went through the painful process of removing the jack without breaking a nail and then started messing with the screw holding the donut in place. I started trying to twist it and found it was stuck. I gave it several turns, but all I managed to do was tear a bit of skin off my finger. My frustration grew and I grabbed the tire iron, trying to finagle it as a lever. Another attempt was made and then I felt the nail on my index finger snap. It broke at the tip of my finger in a jagged pattern, causing me to recoil and shake my finger. As I gritted my teeth to give it another try, I heard a roaring motor behind me. I turned to see a motorcycle approaching and as it got closer, it seemed to be slowing down.

  Well, I’m either going to get murdered or helped—let’s hope it’s the latter.

  The large black motorcycle came to a stop several yards behind my car. The engine roared for a moment and then went quiet as the rider hit the kickstand with his boot. I turned to face the motorcycle as the rider stepped off and started removing his helmet. The helmet came off to reveal shoulder length blond hair and a thick beard of matching color. He put his helmet on his motorcycle and started walking towards me, holding his hand against his forehead to keep the sun out of his eyes. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, a black leather vest, and a pair of blue jeans that sat on top of black motorcycle boots. The first thing I noticed were the tattoos which ran up both arms creating a full sleeve—the second thing I noticed was the insanely large biceps that the ink was decorating.

  “What’s the problem?” His tone had a bit of a southern edge to it and sort of reminded me of the way my father would drag out some of his words.

  “The tire went flat.” I grimaced and pointed. “I’m trying to change it.”

  “Your hand is bleeding.” He pointed and I lifted my hand, noticing that the spot where the nail had broken was splattered in crimson.

  “Well, like I said. I’m trying.” I sighed and shook my head.

  “Move out of the way, I’ll take care of it.” He walked to my car and removed the screw holding the donut with one quick twist of his hand.

  I need muscles.

  “I’m Axe, by the way.” He leaned back from my trunk with the donut in one hand and the jack in the other.

  “I’m Samantha. Thank you so much.” My face turned to an expression of pure gratitude as he walked towards my blown-out tire. “Are you from Granite Falls?”

  “Born and raised.” He nodded as he knelt and started examining the tire. “Where are you from? If you were from Granite Falls, I’d already know you—small town.”

  “I grew up in Atlanta. My father is from Granite Falls though—and my grandmother.” I leaned against the car and he started jacking up the car.

  “Who’s your father?” He finished jacking up the car and pushed the tire iron onto one of the lug nuts. With a quick push, it was spinning free from the bolt.

  “Randy Grant.” I doubted Axe would know him. My father left town when he was sixteen and Axe appeared to be around my age.

  “Grant...” He nodded. “Must be Mrs. Grant’s son. I saw the obituary in the paper last week.”

  “Did you know my grandmother?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Not really. I saw her around town a few times, but that is about it. I just got back into town recently myself.” He finished the second lug nut and moved to the third.

  “I’m here to tend to her estate. My father is too sick to do it himself.” I watched his muscles flex as he continued removing lug nuts.

  “So you’re not sticking around?” Axe looked up at me and his deep blue eyes sparkled in the sun.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m just here to deal with her estate.”

  “We should get a drink while you’re here.” He looked back to the tire and started shuffling it off of the bolts.

  Is he asking me out a date?

  “I don’t know.” I let out a sigh. “I’m just here for a couple of days.”

  “Then maybe we should get a couple of drinks.” He looked up at me and smiled.

  What do I have to lose? This guy is hotter than the pavement I’m standing on.

  “Okay, sure.” I shrugged.

  Axe got the donut on the car and started replacing the lug nuts. He gave each of them a twist that made his muscles flex before he started lowering the jack. Axe wasn’t the type of guy I would normally go out with—not that I really had a type. I thought I was in lov
e once when I was in college and met a guy online. After spending a year on a long-distance text-only relationship, I found out the supposed man of my dreams was nothing more than a guy I had previously turned down for a date trying to catfish me. After that, my trust in men got a little shattered. There were a few dates, but nothing that ended with romance. I was probably the only virgin in my graduation class. I had lived with my father since graduation, completely dateless and working a dead-end job in an office where everyone was much older than me. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had a drink.

  “Okay, I think you’re all set.” Axe stood up and wiped sweat off of his brow.

  As Axe put my jack and tire iron in my trunk along with my tattered tire, I heard a car approaching from the opposite direction. I looked over my shoulder to see the familiar outline of a Ford Crown Victoria with red and blue lights on the top. Axe slammed the trunk shut and watched as the police car approached. It was probably a good sign that he didn’t immediately run to his motorcycle and speed away—if he was a bad boy, he wasn’t on the wrong side of the law—or he was just brazen as hell. The car came to a stop and I saw the words Granite City Sheriff’s Department painted on the side. The door opened and a man stepped out. He looked like a typical television sheriff—but a hunky version with a brown shirt, brown pants, and a badge on his chest. He was well built, with large hulking muscles underneath his shirt. He slammed the door and walked over to us, looking at my donut, and then to Axe.

  “This guy bothering you?” He turned his attention to me and his steel colored eyes almost seemed to be staring straight into my soul.