Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 84: Father Knows Best--Or Does He?

*Emily*

It has been two months of daily usage of one of the wands in my drawers, two months since my last toe-curling orgasm from a man. I watch as the attendees of my party begin to depart. I can’t let Alpha Stephen go. I need him to take care of a delicate itch only a cock is built to scratch.

Tonight is the night I can finally have the big ‘O’ I have been dreaming about. I want it to be amazing; I have waited for so long. It would be a shame to let this man, who was looking at me like I’m the best thing he has seen since the invention of sliced bread, walk away.

I have dreamt about it; an Alpha’s rod buried deep inside of me, the feeling of his seed filling me up as I tumble over the edge and enjoy the full ecstasy of pleasure.

It’s a pity they haven’t made vibrators that can mimic the feeling of a man reaching their release. The feeling of fully dominating a man is what truly gets me going. I want to know that I’m powerful enough to biologically drain a man of all his intimate juices by just clenching my inner muscles and blowing in his ear.

“Emily...!” he will scream, and I will know I hold all the power.

Well, not that I need a man to tell me how good I am in bed; I already know that. I am Emily, after all. In school, they called me Egotistical Emily. I thought it was an insult until some of the boys told me it was a name born of praise at how good I was in bed. All the boys knew that, of course. They had all tasted my honey pot and knew just how sweet it was.

King Gene would have a fit if he knows that I plan to ask Alpha Stephen to spend the night with me. He thinks I’m this pure, innocent girl who still thinks men and women have the same genitalia. I can’t help but roll my eyes.

I lost my virginity at fifteen to the driver’s son who used to chauffeur me everywhere. He was a kid and couldn’t satisfy me, so as time went on, I turned my attention to his father. He was okay, but still couldn’t reach his dick to the core of my need.

Alpha Stephen is older, and I’m sure he has so much experience. If anyone knew which buttons to press and which knobs to twist, it would be him.

“Alpha Stephen, why don’t you spend the night here? Just get a feel of how it is to live within the royal walls, so to speak.” I wink at him, hoping he gets a sense of what I am hinting at by ‘royal walls.’

He blinks at me, and I feel the need to wink again to drive the point across.

“Did something lodge in your eye, Miss Emily?” he asks.

Heck! Couldn’t the man get a subtle hint?

“No. I am asking you to spend the night with me. No need to beat around the bush, right?” I wink at him again.

The wrinkles in his forehead deepen as he regards me. “I really think there is something wrong with your eyes. They keep twitching. Do you need me to take a look?”

I want to scream, “Come and fuck me, you old fool!” I smile sweetly instead, although at this point trying to be sexy and inviting is getting tiring. The idiot is not getting any of my hints. Also, if I scream, my cousin will come back to ask what’s going on. I have to keep the myth of my purity alive, at least in his eyes.

I look over my shoulder and see that he’s busy talking with the four Alphas and Beta Adam. They look very engrossed in whatever they’re talking about. The Alphas, however, keep looking in my direction and smiling. I wonder if my showing interest in Alpha Stephen was making them jealous.

“Spend the night,” I request again to Alpha Stephen.

“I need to go home and take care of some things,” he replies.

“Come on. It’s late, what will you possibly do at this hour?” I ask, and this time run a finger down his arm suggestively. This action seems to make him see what it is I was actually offering.

“Oh. All right. You are right, Miss Emily. It is rather late. Will you please lead the way to the chambers I will be spending the night in?”

I smile my approval at him. With one last look toward my cousin, who seems oblivious to the porn that was about to go down right underneath his roof, I take Alpha Stephen’s arm and walk with him to my room.

“Miss Emily, is this your torture chamber? I have one back home, but I keep mine in the dungeons. Why would you have yours in the room you sleep in? Oh, do you also like torturing your servants and chambermaids when they add too much milk to your coffee? Or if the steak is not cooked through?”

I turn to look at Alpha Stephen, who is eyeing my bedroom with a weird smile on his somewhat confused face. I think my face looks equally confused. What was he going on about?

“No. I want you to torture me with pleasure. This is my heaven,” I say proudly.

He again looks at me confused. “Why would I torture you? You’re not on your period, are you?”

I raise my eyebrow at him, wondering what he was talking about again. Did he have a fetish for sleeping with women on their periods? Ew!

“No. Come in.” I pull him into the room and close the door. The drapes are closed. I light the red candles around the room. I’ve been told that a red flame charges the atmosphere with sexual energy. I turn off the lights, and the candle flames illuminate the dim room.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back,” I declare and go to my bathroom to get into my gear.

I’m back within a few minutes. He is sitting on the bed and has removed his shoes, but nothing else. He gazes at me; I see an intense look pass over his features, and he swallows.

I’m standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but my favorite pair of red heels and a black body harness. I’ve rubbed coconut oil all over my body, and I know my exposed gorgeous skin looks sleek and begs to be caressed. My breasts are perked up, waiting for the firm grasp of his hands. I sway my hips….

“Surprised, I see,” I smile at him.

He continues to stare and nods.

“Don’t just sit there, Daddy. Show me the goodies,” I coax.

He raises a finger and then takes out a bottle of pills from his pockets. He pops one into his mouth. I pray he isn’t on some type of heart medication.

“What was that?” I ask.

“Just a magic pill to make this night amazing,” he explains.

“You need pills to get a hard-on? Even after seeing all this?” I ask disgustedly, as I run my hands down my body.

He stands up and begins to remove his clothes without bothering to answer me.

He stands in front of me, hands on his hips, naked with a smug look on his face. We stand in silence as I take in his frame. His body is so wrinkled, it looks like it could use good steam iron treatment all over it. A shriveled, flaccid rod lies limply down a huge scrotum. What in the crown jewels is this?

I want to tell him to just leave, but I really need to get some kind of release tonight. I’d have to make do with this…. Oh my, his shaft really looks like an old used condom.

“How long will it take for your, erm, magic pill to kick in?” I ask.

He smiles widely at me. “Just a few jogs should get the blood flowing to the right places, sweet Em.” With that, he begins jogging in one spot. The action causes his limp flesh to jiggle about, and his deflated prick bounces on his thigh making a slapping sound. Nothing about this looks sexy.

I swallow my repulsion. “Tie me up and spank me.” I move toward the bed.

When I get to him, he pushes me roughly onto the bed. “No need to tie you up. I am ready, and we should do this before the magic disappears.”

What in the royal fuck? As I lie on my back, he nudges my thighs apart and spits right into my intimate spot. He straddles me, pinning my body down with his weight. I can feel something soft and squishy probing my apex. Was that as hard as he was going to get?

He grinds up and down my body, and I wonder when he will actually penetrate me. He starts groaning and asking if I can feel him. Feel what? Nauseated? What is he doing?

“Do you like that, dear?” he whispers breathily into my ear. He puts an arm on top of my head and tucks my face under his hairy armpit. My nostrils are filled with the smell of sweat and garlic. The hairs in his pit tickle my face and sometimes get into my mouth.

One hand comes up to his lips, then I feel him stick a wet finger into my ear. Is this guy giving me a wet willy? What gave him the idea that that is sexy? However, the finger in my ear is fucking it more than his rod is doing to my neither regions. I really envy my ear right now.

“Ahhh!” he shouts and then rolls off to the side. What has just happened? Is he done? I put my hand down to see if I am wet from his seed, but I can’t feel anything. Is he so old the liquid has dried up already, and he now only shoots out powder instead?

“That was wonderful. Did you like that? Of course, you did. Daddy knows just how to give it to you right. I felt you shivering, huh. I know I still got it!”

I scrunch up my nose. What is he talking about? What has just happened? I lay on my back speechless. Emily is never speechless… but this sex, if it can be called that, has left my vocabulary as dry as his sexual act.

I don’t know if I want to marry this old geezer. He might be powerful out there, but in bed, he is just like a rooster. He just jiggles his wrinkles and flaps his loose flesh for five minutes, then grinds a non-existent dick on me for a minute… and done.

Egotistical Emily isn’t about to marry a rooster of a man. I need satisfaction, not this weird shit.