Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette by M Jet Read Free Book Online Page B

Kis, but it didn't make my desire to bite his dick off any less.
    Several moments went by of Shekhar alternating his cock between our two mouths.  I kept my eyes closed and tried to lose myself in knowing that Kis, my love was right next to me.  I could feel her cheek against my own, could feel the heat of her.  I tried to imagine it was just we two, and that Shekhar was not here using and degrading us.  I opened my eyes and saw her watching me out of the corner of her eyes as she swirled her tongue on the tip of his cock.  I reached out tentatively with my tongue, and licked him with her.  Our tongues touched and a shiver passed through me.  Kis was overcome, and she placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.
    Like lightening, Shekhar reached down and belted Kishori in the mouth, sending her sprawling to the floor.  I fell back as well, sobbing.
    "YOU DO NOT TOUCH HER, WHORE!" Shekhar screamed.  I scrambled farther back, trying to cover my exposed body.  I felt desperate to rush to Kishori who laid quietly crying, and cupping her injured jaw in her shaking hand.  But I was suddenly terrified about what may happen to either if us if I did. 
    Shekhar stood fuming, his hair a wild mess, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes livid with rage.  He stomped to where Kis had landed.  "SHE WILL BE MY WIFE.  YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH HER EVER, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
    He seemed unhinged and he began to draw back his foot as if to kick her.
    "SHEKHAR, NO STOP!" I screamed as my love cowered and attempted to protect her face. 
    He stopped and turned toward me.  "Please my love," I begged him.  "She thought that was what you wanted, that's all.  We only wanted to please you.  Now we know, not to touch each other.  Please forgive us."  I groveled in the most convincing voice I could muster, watching Kis out of the corner of my eye, but being careful not to show her outward attention. Shekhar rushed to me, kneeling on the floor and sweeping me into his strong arms.
    "Gita, Gita!" he cried, cuddling me against his hairy chest.  "Do not cry!  I am not angry with you, my most precious one.  It is her who has enraged me."
    I wept against him.  Though his nearness sickened me, I knew if I could get him to hold me close, he would be leaving her alone.  "Please, no more anger.  Please," I whispered. 
    Shekhar gently laid me out on the rug.  "No, love," he said intensely.  "No more anger."  He lowered himself over my body and this time entered me gently, took me gently.  It took much longer for him to reach his end and I turned my face to the side and focused on not crying.
    Where once I had found pleasure, I now found stark terror and Kis had to lay there and watch as he had what he wanted from me. 
    When he was finished with me, he sent us both back to the harem.
    ***
    Kis and I became far more secretive and discreet with our relationship.  We were terrified that somebody might figure out what was going on between us.  But, we continued to be drawn together like moths to a flame.  Late in the nights, she'd slip into my room.  Sometimes we'd cuddle up together, holding each other and crying, not knowing what we should do.  Shekhar's true nature had been revealed.  Not only that, but I was his chosen one.  If he were to ever somehow find out what went on between us…
    It crossed our minds that we would both be executed.
    Yet, even with the threat of death lingering in the backgrounds of our lives, there were still other times when our passion was irresistible.  Numerous times, I woke with her already under my covers, her mouth already on me, her tongue moving in and out of me.  The intensity of going straight from deep sleep to intense erotic passion brought about profound orgasms for us both.  To me, Kis' touch was something well worth risking death for.
    In our private moments, Shekhar remained a kind and compassionate lover to me.  I could almost forget the nightmarish encounter with Kis where he had