Archaic (Reverse Harem 2)

He reaches down and unbuttons my pants, slowly pulling down the zipper. I lift my ass from the blanket and let him pull them down, giggling as he fumbles to get my boots off. He lays my pants neatly to the side and leans forward, pressing his lips between my breasts and drawing them down, over my ribs, and across my belly button before sitting back up. I stare up at his large broad shoulders, every inch of him veiled in bulging muscle, the heat from his body hitting the cold Norwegian air creating steam. He is literally steaming, and I may not be on the outside, but I am on fire on the inside.

I let go of the pain as I lay there, staring at this beautiful man, touching me all over my body. I let go so I can enjoy the moment, the heat, and everything he is bringing to me. I watch as he lowers himself toward me, grasping the tiny strings on the side of my panties with his big firm hands. Carefully he pulls them off and lays them on the pile before turning back to me and letting out an inhuman growl. For anyone else, that growl would terrify, but

me, it increases my arousal tenfold.

He lays down on his stomach and glances up at me, biting his bottom lip before disappearing below my knees. I feel him push my thighs apart as his head lowers down, touching my soft satin skin. I gasp, leaning my head back, staring up at the night sky.

His hot mouth caresses my deep wet mound as I focus on the pleasure, the pure deep joie de vivre of it all. The stars shoot across the clear, crisp sky as my body aches with need, implores me to give in to the heat that is simmering so close to the surface.

I reach my hand down and run it through his wild hair, feeling his tongue move through my folds and circle around my clit. The sensation is wild, and the animal in me is clawing its way out from the inside. I want to grab him, to shove him in me, to feel that massive man moving above me, but his mouth feels so damn

good. He twists his tongue around, flickering at my clit, pushing it from side to side and pressing hard against it, massaging the orgasm further along. Slowly he runs his fingers up my thighs, tickling my skin, gliding them down between my legs. I let my thighs fall to the side, coaxing him further, willing him. His head moves down and laps at my juices as his fingers begin to rub faster and harder against my clit.

I let out a deep moan, the heat inside of me, the inferno burning deeply in my soul ignites, bursting at the seams, flowing over and through my entire body. I reach down and grasp the blanket, my thighs shaking. My eyes are looking upward to the sky, feeling as if my body is a star colliding with Theo in midair, erupting in a pleasure that I had forgotten.

He lifts himself from between my legs and stands up, peeling his tight pants away, wearing nothing underneath. His cock bounces forward, and he grabs it, his hands now looking proportionate with his large bulging shaft squeezing in his palm. He leans down and lifts me into the air as if I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist and burying my face in his neck. I swing my long loose hair to the side and reach down between my legs, tired of waiting, tired of wanting.

I grab his dick in my tiny hand and pull it up, pushing my body forward, feeling the tip of his cock pressing hard against my pussy. I release my muscles, relaxing as much as I can and slide down his pole, my eyes growing wide and no noise escaping from my now gaping lips. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me deeper down, taking the whole of his monstrous handle inside of me.

Finally, a bellow comes, and I hear it echoing across the fields as he pulls me forward and back, his hips barely pumping.

My arms wrap around him tighter, my fingers digging into his firm skin, not even leaving a mark despite the deep-seated power I put behind them. He lowers himself down onto his knees and turns, laying down on his back. I untwist my legs from behind him and find myself free, straddling this prodigious man and placing my palms down on his chest. Slowly I rise up, leaning my head back and moaning as I ride him, filling myself deep with his cock, moaning and rolling my head from side to side. He slides his hands up over my stomach and to my breasts, squeezing them tightly in his hands.

I look down, biting my lip and begin to bounce faster, my strokes long in length and short in time. He closes his eyes and moans, sending chills up my back. Immediately I begin to grind down on him, feeling my clit rub against his skin. I pull my lips together, feeling the titillation taking me over as I pull myself along this joyride, this indulgence into the forbidden. My body rocks wildly against him, the sound of the breeze whistling along around us, his heat keeping the cold at bay.

This is the moment I lose myself in the prurience, focusing solely on my body reaching another scorching point of no return.

He growls, watching me, feeling the energy building around us, the climactic conclusion of a tryst that never should have been.

He runs his hands up my thighs and grabs my waist, pumping his hips up and down as I move my body toward my orgasm. I feel the massive pulse of his long erect shaft as I lean my head back and arch my chest, letting out a wail.

My climax reaches its peak, fanning my final eruption through my entire body, every muscle growing weak, my mouth spilling the harmonious language of ecstasy. He groans louder, thrusting faster and faster until he pulls out, rubbing his shaft up and down over and over again. I moan, feeling the sprays of hot seed splatter against my legs, his body stiffening and relaxing again and again until both of us finally end, collapsing onto the blanket, our breath heavy in our chests. I lay there face down on the blanket, feeling the warmth of his body, trying to clear the fog from my mind.

He rolls over, only half in recovery, and kisses my shoulder with a smile. I know right then that I have made a mistake. I have taken advantage of this man’s lust, his need, and his love, and I used it for my own fulfillment. I turn on my side, knowing I cannot let this leave these blankets, even if it hurts him to hear.

“Theo,” I whisper in a shy voice. “I—”

“I know.” He sighs. “This wasn’t the right thing to do. I know you love Kyle. I know all of this.”

“I’m sorry.” I sigh, snuggling up closer to him. “It’s not that I don’t care.”

“You don’t have to explain,” he says turning toward me. “Forever or not, it was a beautiful thing.”

Chapter 13

~ Toshi

While the others are in places like Norway and Hawaii, Hiro and I are walking through the streets of Thailand. With no specific location to check, we are making zero headway in finding these bastards. We search through the marketplace, sniffing out our kind, cornering them, chasing them through the crowded alleys and out into the rice-laden fields. No one knows who we are, no one knows who the Elite are, and we are both starting to lose focus.

Thailand is a beautiful place, don’t get me wrong, but Japan is better, and it makes me miss home.

I stop at a stand along the way and look down at the bracelets.

They are hand woven, hand stamped, and their creation emerges from the small Thai woman, sitting on a stool behind the table, working diligently, paying me no mind. Her sun-aged skin and long silvery hair remind me of my grandmother, and how she is known to sit on the steps of the temples, braiding bracelets as gifts to the monks as they travel past her in the hot sun. She never has a lot of money, so she pays tribute with her craft, something I find more than admirable.

“Toshi,” Hiro grumps. “We must keep moving. If they are lying, then the Elite know we are here, and we are already in grave danger.”

“Right,” I sigh. “Sorry. I don’t see that we are going to find anything with no real direction to take us.”