The Chosen One: A Reverse Harem Fantasy (The Airluds Trilogy Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  THE CHOSEN ONE:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  THE CHOSEN ONE:

  The Airluds Trilogy Book 2

  Nhys Glover

  This novel is entirely a work of fiction. With the exception of historical events and people used as background for the story, or those clearly in the public domain, the names, characters and incidents portrayed in this work come wholly from the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental

  Published by Belisama Press

  © Nhys Glover 2017

  The right of Nhys Glover to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

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  OTHER BOOKS BY NHYS GLOVER

  ANCIENT ROMAN HISTORICAL ROMANCES:

  Liquid Fire

  The Barbarian's Mistress

  Lionslayer's Woman (Sequel to Liquid Fire)

  White Raven's Lover (Sequel to Barbarian's Mistress)

  The Gladiator's Bride (Sequel to White Raven's Lover)

  WEREWOLF KEEP TRILOGY:

  Guardian of Werewolf Keep

  Imprisoned at Werewolf Keep

  Defiance at Werewolf Keep

  Insane (A novella)

  NEW ATLANTIS TIME TRAVEL SERIES:

  Nine Lives (Cara/Jac)

  The Dreamer's Prince (Jane/Julio)

  Savage (Faith/ Luke)

  Shared Soul (Maggie/Travis)

  Bitter Oath (Liv/ Rene)

  The Titan Drowns (Eilish/Max, Karl/Lizzie, Pia/Marco)

  The Key (Kat/Bart)

  Pieces (Krista/Dirk)

  Second Chance (Bree/Hakon)

  Watcher (Jin/Rafe)

  Vision of You (Ellen/Duke)

  Osiris (Takhara/Dan)

  Causality (Willow/Jarvidh)

  Gods of Time (Teagan/Jason, Lucien/Alba)

  Book of Seeds (Shay/Cy)

  SCORPIO SONS SF/SHIFTER ROMANCE SERIES:

  1: Colton 2: Connor 3: Cooper 4: Chase

  5: Cameron 6: Caleb 7: Conrad 8: Charles

  GREYWORLD SERIES:

  (Paranormal Sweet Romance)

  1: The Anomaly

  2: Mallory

  3: Earth Angel

  4: Crag Wraith

  THE AIRLUDS TRILOGY:

  The Sacrifice

  The Chosen One

  Goddess Unbound

  OTHERS:

  The Way Home (Ghost Romance)

  Caught in a Dream (SF Sweet Romance)

  Labyrinth of Light (New Age Inspirational)

  Chapter One

  AIRSHA

  War!

  I fought down the anxiety the word always created in my mind. For almost the whole of my life I had feared the possibility of unrest that might lead to war. In the harem where I grew up, our greatest fear was that the Godling, my father, would lose favour with the gods and throw the whole world into chaos and war. Whatever needed to be done to stop that happening was condoned, including female castration and human sacrifice.

  Father held his power because of his ability to produce magical sons. But for the last five suncycles his many sons reaching puberty had shown no sign of magic. Such an event meant the Godling had lost the favour of the gods and the people were well within their rights to overthrow him and place someone more favoured in his place.

  Now that time was come and I was the figurehead for the uprising. It horrified me that it would be me who brought down the man I had loved more than any other. I was the ultimate betrayal: the most favoured daughter who turned against him.

  "Airsha, brooding again? It's bad for the babe," Darkin, the eldest of my husbands said, coming to stand behind me on the wide veranda.

  "I am just worried. And missing Mother now she has gone with Beyen to join the rebel army."

  His strong arms surrounded me and pressed me close as he dropped a tender kiss on the top of my head. Stability and safety surrounded me, as they always did when I was with Darkin. My dark-haired Airlud always knew the way forward. I may not always agree with his opinions, especially when he was so determined that I was the Goddess Incarnate, but I always respected the course he set, knowing it was for the good of all.

  "She'll be safe with the other women at the stronghold, and happier than she's been for twenty suns. Because of you." Kisses began to pepper my cheek, ear and neck, and I felt a thrill of desire thrum through me.

  Sexual arousal was still a relatively new sensation for me. Up until four mooncycles ago I had never known such arousal. In fact, I had gone out of my way to discourage it, fearing it would strengthen my air magic. Any kind of magic was forbidden to girls. Where magic in a son was seen as a gift of the gods, magic in a daughter was considered the gift of demons bent on creating chaos in the world. Any daughter of the Godling found with magic was castrated. I had hidden my magic and escaped that fate, and by doing so became the Prophesied One. The magical daughter who would replace the Godling and bring magic to all.

  "I know, but..." It was impossible to voice the many reservations I still had about our chosen direction. Because of me, the whole world was at war. Because of me, my husbands, four brothers nicknamed the Airluds because of their skills with the flying beastlings called airlings, were in mortal danger. Because of me, the whole airling species, peace-loving herbivores that they were, would be going to war with us.

  Because of me. So, yes, my mother was now safely away from the harem, which had been her prison for the last twenty suns, and with her childhood sweetheart, but she was in terrible danger. As was the whole world. Damn the Goddess and Her desire to take back the reins from the false gods created by men.

  "I know self-doubt is habitual with you, Beloved," Darkin spoke gently to take the sting out of his rebuke. "But you do yourself and everyone who follows you a disservice by indulging in it. And your worries probably hurt the babe."

  I ran my hands over the slight bump in my belly. It had only been in the last quarter mooncycle that I'd begun to notice the rounding of my stomach that marked the presence of my magical son. It still gave me a sense of awe and panic to know what lived within me.

  Bearing a magical son to an ordinary man was a sign of the Prophesied One,
and had been what convinced me that I truly was the Goddess' chosen incarnation. That I fell pregnant the night I lost my virginity, to the most troubled of my husbands, only added to the sense of fatefulness of the event.

  Darkin was right. I needed to embrace my destiny, not fight it with the same vigour I had fought to escape the harem. In this moment, at least, I would put aside my worries and doubts and embrace my life. And Love.

  I turned in Darkin's arms and looked up at him. Indigo blue eyes stared into mine and a soft smile curved his well-formed lips. He might not be as outrageously handsome as his youngest brother, but he was more than pleasing to the eye. Especially to me. His height, shiny black hair and strength only added to his appeal.

  I reached up to finger that shoulder-length hair now. It was the colour of a raven's wing and could look almost as blue as his eyes at odd moments. After nearly two suns it had grown out to shoulder-length, having been shaved off when he and his brothers were drummed out of the army. To the Godslunders, shaving my husbands' heads had been a mark of dishonour; to me it was evidence of their loyalty to each other. Darkin had led his two youngest brothers on a rescue mission, against orders, to save their missing brother, Rama, who had been captured by dangerous Clifflings. And paid a heavy price for it.

  "Have you time to take my mind off my worries?" I asked with feigned indifference so obvious I knew he would see right through it. Excitement was already stirring deep inside me at my audacious thought.

  Not so long ago the idea of having more than one husband had been an audacious thought, because only powerful men, like my father, had harems. Not so long after that, the idea of taking all four of my husbands to bed at once had been an outrageous thought. But by doing so I had cleared the way for other Elemental Mistresses with harems to do the same, building a tighter bond between husbands and wife than ever before. Now, sharing pleasure with just one husband at a time was a rarity and an audacious possibility.

  Dark's eyes began to burn and a sensual smile curved across his intelligent face revealing perfect white teeth. "Don't tempt me."

  "Why not?" I leaned up and kissed those smiling lips.

  That was all it took. Passion flared to life between us and Darkin spun me around and backed me into the wall of the homestead. His big hands found their way under my robe and up the outside of my bare thighs.

  Our old housekeeper and cook, Bertil, was busy in the kitchen. Her equally old and frail husband, Micca, was down at the paddock with the rest of the brothers. No one would see us. Still, the idea of coming together with only one lover, in the open like this − where anyone might see us − was thrilling.

  "We shouldn't," Darkin growled, his hands stilling.

  I moaned in frustration. His sense of duty and responsibility was infuriating at times. But I would not be denied.

  "I need this, Dark. I need you," I moaned, knowing that putting it that way would fuel his sense of duty to meet my need. And thus his own.

  I slid a hand between our bodies and found his rampant cock covered by his breeches. As my fingers closed around it, he surged up, trying to get more of my touch. He slid one hand from my thigh to my mound, before slipping an exploring finger between my already wet folds and then deep inside me.

  Darkin moaned in shocked surprise. I had come to recognise the reaction. When my mental barriers came down accidentally during intense emotional moments, one or more of my men could find themselves in my mind. When that happened they experienced what I did. In this moment, what I was experiencing was the rush of exquisite pleasure at the forceful intrusion.

  I wished for the umpteenth time that I had the ability to be in his mind and experience his pleasure. But our communication was only one way.

  He pulled out of my channel and then returned, this time thrusting two long fingers deep inside me. I gasped and threw my head back as a wave of intense desire threatened to push me over the edge. Darkin pressed his face into my neck, breathing harshly, as he rode my pleasure with me.

  "Not yet. Don't come yet," he rasped out, fighting for control.

  The heel of his palm ground against my pleasure nub and the torture of not coming pushed me higher. I knew Darkin was feeling it too, because his teeth closed over my shoulder and bit down in frustrated need. That would have been enough, more than enough, to have me shattering. But I did as I was told. I held back. And hated and loved every moment of delayed gratification.

  With his other hand, Darkin hurriedly opened his breeches. I had to let go of my prize for him to do so, but knowing what was to come made me happy enough to oblige. I felt like a huge yawning cavern, empty and wanting. Desperate to be filled, I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  In what felt like a full turn of the sandglass, but was actually no more than brief seconds later, I finally felt his blunt head pressing against my entrance. With a triumphant growl, Darkin pushed home.

  For the longest time we stayed like that, both poised on the edge, both fighting to hold back the exquisite sensations that wanted to overwhelm our control. But there was a greater need than that of release. For this short time we needed to experience what it was to be truly one. Not the larger one we became when we shared pleasure as a group, but the more intimate one of two bodies and souls uniting. Darkin was inside me and I knew he felt not only what it was like to be inside me from his own perspective, but from mine as well. It melded us into one being in an almost painful way.

  "We have corrupted you," Darkin breathed into my ear. "A good woman shouldn't enjoy being taken against a wall where anyone could come upon her."

  I grinned, even as I moaned my delight. "Having you inside me feels very good. Isn't it good for you too? How could doing what feels good for both of us make me anything but a very good woman."

  He gasped and laughed, sounding lighter than he had in a long time. "With that definition I would definitely call you a very good woman." He thrust into me with a grunt. "The very best of women." He thrust again, his teeth gritted. Sweat had broken out on his brow and I was burning up too. The heat of the day, still sweltering for all it was early autumn, had soared in the last few minutes and we were both feeling it.

  Pressing me hard against the rough wooden wall, Darkin began thrusting. The sensation was almost more than I could stand. But I knew if I crested now I would send him over too, and I wanted this intense pleasure to last as long as possible. Yet the need to climax had become agony. As Darkin increased his momentum, pounding into me mindlessly, I gave in, surrendering to the bliss. While white light exploded behind my eyelids and in every cell of my body, I felt Dark succumb and follow me over the edge. His roar as he climaxed rang loud in my ears.

  Again we stilled, waiting for our breaths and hearts to slow. I still rode the aftershocks, and Dark rode them with me. But he was wrung out and satiated.

  "It's different this way," he said thoughtfully, once he had enough air to speak.

  I nodded, still beyond words. This coming together had been necessary, I realised suddenly. I had bound my men to me as a unit, but I needed to do it separately, too. Rama and I were bound like that. Up until now he had been the only one I had shared my body with alone. Now I knew I had been remiss. There was something intensely personal in this one-to-one connection. It highlighted that we were more than just a shared entity. We were the sum of all the individual bonds as well. The brothers had forged those individual bonds with each other over a lifetime; I needed to do it too, with sexual intimacy.

  I smirked. "Yes, it is different. This way you don't have to manage everybody."

  "Are you saying I'm controlling?" Darkin played along, his mood so much lighter than it had been when he found me caught in my personal hell of self-doubt not long ago.

  My smirk turned into a grin. "Rama is the controlling one. You're the orchestrating one. Where you lead everyone else follows."

  He pressed into me with his flagging cock and my eyes opened wide at the pleasure the move drew from me. Grunting with his own, as well as my pleasure, Dar
kin shook his head so his shaggy black hair brushed against my cheek. It smelled of dust and sweat, both of which I adored.

  "I used to think sex was intensely pleasurable. Worth saving every coin to buy," he mused, once the rush of pleasure ebbed.

  I felt a twinge of jealousy, thinking of him sharing his body with some more-than-willing whore. I'd seen him do it too, through Calun's mind. At the time it had aroused me, watching him with another woman. Now the idea repulsed me. He was mine. The idea of him being with anyone else made me physically sick.

  He laughed against my neck. "Don't get your feathers in a flurry, let me finish."

  I'd show him a flurry! I nipped the exposed skin at his neck.

  Moaning with amusement and pain, he pressed me harder against the wall. It nearly broke my ribs, and at my gasp of pain he eased back immediately.

  "Sorry... Sorry. I forgot about the babe. I didn't hurt it, did I?" he asked in concern, pulling out of me completely so he could check on the bump and assure himself it was still there and unhurt.

  "He's fine. And I'm fine too, thanks for asking," I sniped.

  "I know you're fine. You're a tough little thing. The number of times I thought we'd break you with our physical demands, yet you just kept asking for more..."

  The sound of a throat clearing had us both turning to face the sound. If I expected to see anyone, it was one or more of my other husbands. What I actually saw sent a blush searing its way up my neck and into my already flushed cheeks.

  A young lad, his ragged tunic filthy, his bright red hair a mass of knots, stood staring at us from the bottom of the steps. His mouth hung a little open and his big hazel-coloured eyes were round with shock.

  Gods' balls, what kind of show had he just witnessed!