Tales of the Shareem, Volume 1

by Allyson James

  Brianne’s eyes widened. He stretched and opened her far more than the vibrator had, and Aiden was just as hard. Shareem were twelve inches—she’d looked it up—one standard foot, and Brianne felt every inch carefully penetrate her.

  She moaned and thrust her hips forward, trying to take him. Aiden steadied her while his long, hard cock pushed in and in.

  Brianne wanted to pull him down to her, rake her fingers across his back. She pulled on her tethers, frustrated.

  Aiden rocked his head back, his bare throat damp. “You’re tight, baby. I love it. Ky, damn, you have to feel how tight she is.”

  “Later. When she’s ready.”

  Aiden began to gently thrust into her. His tail of blond hair dragged across his shoulders, the curls on his chest a darker blond. His biceps played, his naked hips rocking.

  Brianne saw where they joined, his cock outlined by curls that blended with her darker ones. The sight increased her excitement. She looked back at Ky, his dark hair loose, his leather tunic open to show a V of brown chest.

  “I want to see you,” she said. “Let me see you.”

  For a moment she thought Ky would refuse, or maybe mention that subs shouldn’t give orders, but then he began to remove his clothes.

  Brianne’s gaze riveted to him as his body came into view. Ky’s chest was powerful and heavily muscled, resembling Rio’s more than Aiden’s. A gold ring hung from his flat, brown nipple, making her want to flick her tongue over it.

  His chest and abdomen slimmed to narrow hips and muscled thighs, between which his cock extended, his balls lifted tight.

  Brianne sighed happily. “That looks so nice.”

  “You bet it does,” Aiden agreed.

  Aiden lifted Brianne’s hips and withdrew himself, sliding smoothly out. Brianne whimpered, then moaned out loud when he laid his body full length on top of her and entered her again.

  Aiden went deep inside, stretching her, making her want to squeeze. His Shareem body warmed her, his touch sending smiling lassitude through her.

  “That’s it,” Aiden told her in a low voice. “You’re getting it.”

  “Hold him tight with your pussy,” Ky instructed. “Make him feel it.”

  It surprised Brianne that she could pleasure Aiden just by lifting her hips and pressing the muscles inside her. Aiden’s eyes glazed over, a half-groan sliding from his throat. “I’m in love.”

  “Do you like it, Brianne?” Ky asked.

  He stood next to the bench, his cock at their eye level. It jutted toward them, as though interested in what they did.

  “Yes, I like it,” she said.

  “I like it too,” Aiden said. “You’re beautiful, Brianne.”

  No one had ever called her beautiful—good-looking or attractive perhaps, but said only in a businesslike way, satisfaction that she’d look good on digitals. Dranis had certainly never mentioned her looks.

  No man in her life had told her, with that catch in his voice, that he thought her beautiful.

  Brianne touched his face and kissed him. Aiden returned the kiss with practiced lips and tongue, teaching her to use hers. But he was no less enthusiastic. Aiden kissed her for the joy of kissing her, while his huge Shareem cock stroked Brianne from the inside out.

  “Suck me.” Ky’s voice next to them was a harsh rumble.

  Brianne and Aiden both broke the kiss and turned to study Ky’s cock that hovered within reach. “Suck me while Aiden fucks you.”

  Brianne moved in excitement, her smile wide. She reached out with her tongue and licked Ky’s tip, enjoying the familiar taste of him.

  She wet the tip thoroughly, tracing the head and playing a little just under it. Aiden watched, his cheek pressed to hers as she opened her mouth and took Ky inside.

  Ky was big, filling. Aiden kissed Brianne’s cheek where Ky pressed it, and when Brianne drew back to take a breath, Aiden swiped his tongue up the side of Ky’s shaft.

  Ky stilled a moment, then he reached down and smoothed Aiden’s hair. “Suck,” he commanded. “Both of you.”

  Brianne opened lips for another mouthful of him. Aiden licked where her mouth closed around Ky, tongue teasing and snaking between her lips.

  Aiden continued riding her, his slow penetration making Brianne want to scream in joy. She lost her hold on Ky, and she and Aiden began licking him.

  They went about it thoroughly, tasting and wetting him from balls to tip and back again. Aiden’s tongue tangled with Brianne’s and he laughed.

  “This,” Ky said hoarsely. “This I can do.”

  Brianne wondered what he meant, but she was too distracted to ask. She loved the taste of Ky’s hardness against her lips and the taste of Aiden as their tongues met.

  It should always be this way.

  Brianne didn’t understand her thought and didn’t pursue it. She didn’t need confusion right now, she needed to lick Ky. Hopefully soon they’d reverse and she’d be fucking Ky and licking Aiden.

  Brianne laughed inside, knowing she’d never have used the words before she’d met Aiden and Ky. She wanted with all her strength to be with these two powerful men, one who soothed her and the other who commanded her and excited her beyond belief.

  Ky slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers finding Brianne’s swollen clit. Ky knelt beside them, putting his cock out of reach, but his mouth was available for kissing. Both she and Aiden enjoyed themselves thrusting their tongues between his lips, tasting him while he did the same to them.

  It was so beautiful, and the hot friction on Brianne’s clit and the huge hardness inside her tangled into one dark, shuddering wave of feeling.

  “She’s coming,” Aiden said against Ky’s mouth, then he closed his eyes and groaned. “I am too. Gods, she’s squeezing me so tight.”

  Brianne cried out, coming hard and hot.

  She jerked against her bonds, wanting so much to hold Aiden as her hips bumped his. Ky played and kissed, catching her cries in his mouth as he had when he’d stroked her in the darkness.

  Aiden moved faster and faster and then his voice broke as he came.

  Then he kissed her and Ky, their lips and tongues all mixed up. Brianne kept on kissing even as her climax wound down, loving that the three of them were together.

  Ky pulled away and stood up, still naked and hard, but moving back from the pair. His chest rose with his quick breath, his eyes blue and hot.

  “Don’t go,” Brianne begged.

  Aiden smiled. “I know,” he said to Brianne. “I love him too.” Aiden closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Brianne’s neck, his breathing heavy but his body calming. “That was perfection, absolute perfection.” He looked up at Brianne and smiled. “Thank you, my love.”

  *** *** ***

  Ky was not going to let Brianne get away without her punishment. After Aiden withdrew and calmed down for a few minutes, Ky had him help reposition Brianne on the bench.

  “No,” Brianne protested, but she was so relaxed and pliant from sex that her complaint was halfhearted and she barely struggled against them. “I was good.”

  “No, you weren’t,” Ky said. His level-three instincts thrummed, his hand happy to feel the familiar handle of his whip. “You disobeyed me, you didn’t trust me, you worried I’d left you behind, and you looked at Rio with lust in your eyes.”

  “I was thinking of you.”

  Her answer secretly pleased Ky, but that was no reason to let her off. “Sorry, sweetheart, you’ll have to do better next time.”

  “Next time?”

  Yes, why was Ky going on about next time? He would finish here and see that Brianne got home all right, and that would be it. There would be no next time.

  “You never know when you’ll want to play again,” he said.

  He’d brought his crop with him, a stiff piece of leather that people eons ago had used when they rode creatures called horses. Horses were extinct, but the crop had been discovered by level-three Shareem as a nice spanking implement.
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  Ky liked this particular one because it provided a swift sting without truly hurting or leaving a mark. He also had fun tracing patterns with its tip around Brianne’s buttocks while she wriggled and pleaded with Aiden as Aiden finished tying her up.

  Aiden ignored her pleas and stepped back to let Ky do his thing. When Ky was done, Aiden would soothe her with oils and she’d feel plenty good. So good in fact that she’d likely beg to be punished and maybe deliberately disobey so he’d do it again.

  You’re still thinking this will go on after today.

  Brianne said she wanted to do good works and change life for Shareem, but that didn’t mean she wanted two Shareem lovers living with her in the ruling family’s compound.

  The crop whistled through the air and smacked right across her ass. Brianne squealed and jumped but she smiled a little as though thinking that’s not so bad.

  Punish her, Ky’s instincts screamed. Make her obey you.

  He spanked her four more times, then lowered the crop. Aiden looked at him in mild surprise.

  That’s all she can take. She’s new at this.

  The level three inside Ky laughed derisively. You’re never this soft on a sub. If they agree to submit to you, they take what you give them.

  This one’s different.

  The level three inside made a scathing noise. Oh please.

  Aiden slid his hand across Brianne’s backside as Brianne turned her head and looked up at Ky. Her eyes were soft, her face relaxed, and she smiled.

  “Your ass is so pretty and red,” Aiden said, going into his soothing routine. He kissed her backside, lips touching where the crop had fallen. “I’ll make you all better now.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Revelations

  Ky dressed in the outer room, Aiden having carried the oiled, calmed, almost cooing Brianne off to a private room where she could sleep. She’d murmured she didn’t need to, but she was new at this, and Aiden was cajoling her to rest as they went off together.

  Ky let Aiden take over because he knew that if he saw Brianne snuggled up on the bed, her hair mussed, her eyes heavy, he’d thrust open her legs and drive into her before he could stop himself.

  He wanted her. And he wanted Aiden right there beside him when he took her. Best leave them alone.

  Rio came in, dressed and yawning. “That was fun.”

  Ky laced up his leggings, still shirtless. “Did you stay the whole time?”

  “Most of it, until you started the spanking. Then I felt the need to take Nella aside and have a little fun of my own. Rees and Talan have disappeared, so they’re probably down for the count.”

  “As long as you were entertained.”

  Rio laughed. “Cut the crap. You two enjoyed the hell out of it.” He stopped laughing and gave Ky an odd look. “I’m glad to see you and Aiden … you know … have worked things out.”

  Ky stopped in the act of picking up his leather tunic. “Worked things out?”

  “You know, between the two of you.” Rio looked uncomfortable. “I mean, you were kissing each other. I figured you and Aiden had, um, got together.”

  “He told you, did he?” A river of anger worked through Ky. He hadn’t released, and the frustration of not finishing with Brianne coupled with Aiden blabbing to Rio pissed him off dangerously. “About me letting him bring me off?”

  Rio looked surprised. “No.”

  Well, shit. “He didn’t give you the whole story at Judith’s?”

  “At Judith’s? You mean today? No, he told me a long time ago, before I left for Ariel.”

  That had been months and months ago. But Ky hadn’t let Aiden touch him or kiss him until a couple of days earlier, when they’d been incarcerated. But Rio obviously knew …

  “Wait a minute, what did he tell you?”

  Rio shifted from foot to foot. “That he had the hots for you. I thought he was shitting me, but he was dead serious. And then when I saw you in there, I just figured …” He shrugged.

  “The hots for me?” Ky stared at him.

  “Yeah. I don’t know why—you’re pretty ugly—but hey, it’s a matter of taste.” Rio’s teasing died. “He didn’t tell you?”

  “No.”

  Rio made a face. “Oh crap, I blew it.”

  “Let me get this straight. Aiden told you—a long time ago—that he was thinking about sex with me?”

  “Yep. I thought it was bizarre, but he kind of convinced me it wasn’t.”

  “And how many people did you tell?”

  Rio looked offended. “None. Not even Rees. That’s the kind of shit that can get a Shareem terminated.”

  “I know. It can’t happen, it was programmed out of us.” Ky pulled on his tunic, his heart thumping. “Let me set you right. Aiden’s not in love with me, and we’re not together.”

  “Yeah, well, I know what I saw in there. He had his mouth on you.”

  “That’s because of Brianne. She—I don’t know, she makes everything go away, you know what I mean? I never know what I’m really doing. I’m lost in the pleasure.”

  Rio looked at him narrowly. “Sure, whatever you say.”

  “Swear to the gods. But keep it to yourself, all right?”

  “As long as you don’t want to kiss me.”

  Ky shook his head, not remotely interested. “Hell, no.”

  Rio let out a breath of relief. “Fine then.” He clapped Ky on the shoulder. “Good luck, my friend.”

  He walked out of the room whistling, anticipating getting back with his redheaded princess.

  Ky remained alone for a few moments, digesting what Rio had let slip.

  Aiden wanted him. Aiden the tall Shareem with the beautiful eyes and pleasing touch wanted Ky.

  No. The word cut through him like a whip. It is forbidden.

  He’s my friend.

  More memories poured through Ky’s head, searing pain, another Shareem with lips like fire, a lonely white room, crushing grief when they told Ky what had happened. It should have worked, they’d said. It should have worked without harm.

  Fuck off! Ky had screamed. He’d launched himself at the terrified scientist, who ran away, calling for restraints.

  A slamming door, more loneliness. Grief.

  Ky gasped, coming to himself. He was no longer at DNAmo, he was in a level-three pleasure palace surrounded by Shareem enjoying themselves without limitations. In another room, Brianne would be sleeping with Aiden watching over her, both of them alive and well.

  Ky gathered up his things and left the room, heading for the grav tube. At the top, he barely acknowledged another Shareem and a blindfolded lady coming in for some fun, walking past them into the night.

  The air had cooled a little, but not much, Bor Narga always like an oven. The street held more activity than it did during the day, now that the sun wasn’t blasting full strength.

  Ky walked slowly through crowds of people who were enjoying the night, thoughts swirling in his brain.

  I can’t do this, it will kill me.

  Brianne was beautiful. Ky could focus on her.

  If he couldn’t have Aiden, he would relieve himself with Brianne. He loved touching her hair, bunching it in his fists, letting the rich brown curls fall across his skin. He could get lost in that and forget all about the complicated mess inside him.

  Ky stopped in the middle of the street, realization hitting him like a load of steel beams.

  “Oh no,” he said out loud. “No, I can’t be that stupid.”

  People milled around him, looking sideways at a leather-clad Shareem talking to himself. He stood out already, being taller and larger than everyone else, not to mention the bondage master clothing and long tangled hair. Now he was staring into space while his life crumbled around him.

  “You all right?” a hesitant male voice said.

  Ky looked around at a vendor whose stall he’d stopped in front of. The man was selling cheap trinkets—necklaces and earrings a working woman would give to her man or vice versa.


  The vendor straightened, putting on his salesman face. “Best in the system. Two credits for this brooch? Your lady will love it.”

  Ky closed his fist around the man’s shirt front and lifted him up. “Tell me, do I look stupid to you?”

  The man spluttered. “Of course not. For you, one credit.”

  “What? No, not the jewelry. It’s crap. You ever fallen in love?”

  “Um, well, yes.”

  “Did you feel stupid? I mean utterly, boneheaded, brain-dead stupid?”

  The man paused a moment, then nodded fervently. “Oh, yes. You should have seen what I—”

  Ky released him, thumping him back to his feet and patting the shirt front back into place. “I was afraid of that.”

  The vendor cleared his throat. “Are you saying you are now in the state we call lovelorn? For that, I have much better things. I only bring them out for discerning customers, like yourself. A little more pricey, but worth it for your lady.” He began rummaging behind the stall.

  “I don’t want any of your junk,” Ky said. His eye fell on a pin in the shape of a salamander, flashing and glittering with colored glass. “How much is that?”

  “Ah—you have taste …”

  “I’ll give you a credit for it.”

  The man looked affronted. “It’s worth three.”

  “Take it or leave it.” Ky dropped a credit strip drained of all but one credit and took up the brooch.

  The salamander reminded him of Aiden, fierce colors and that good-humored twinkle in his eye. It also made Ky think of Brianne, her curving shape and her beauty.

  I’ve lost my mind and it’s going to kill me.

  “Ident card.”

  The hard-voiced command snapped Ky out of his reverie. He closed his hand around the salamander pin and looked down at a woman in scruffy gray holding a handheld.

  She wasn’t a bad looking woman, with sleek dark hair wound in a bun, an oval face and almond-shaped brown eyes. But she’d hidden her body under the loose coveralls and hardened her face by pulling her mouth severely down.

  “I’m Ky, and I’m going home.”