The Vessel: A Reverse Harem Novella

By Selena Moore

New York City 5007AD

New York City lies in ruins. Every form of life has disappeared after The Rise. Cyborgs now rule over the barren, post-apocalyptic wasteland, searching and exterminating the few humans that have miraculously survived. Hidden far beneath the city's ruins, lies The Hub, the only place where humans are safe. Here, Kratos rules over criminals, ex-convicts, and outlaws, every one of them united against the greatest Cause of all. Survival.
Aided by his trusted friend, ex-Navy Seal Marcus Theroux, they will stop at nothing to safeguard the human race and ensure the continuity of its species. When a woman is found alive by Marcus’s search patrol, she is taken back to The Hub where she will fight in the only way she can to seek vengeance in the raging war against the Machines. Her body will now become a vessel for rebirth and salvation.

Author's Note: 18+ Please don't go into this book expecting roses and sunshine because you'll find none. The Vessel is a dark and gritty end of days romance exploring multiple kinks. This story is NOT for everyone so please heed the warnings and if you do decide to dive in, read this book because you want to immerse yourself into a dark, depraved, and deliciously dirty post-apocalyptic world. For more information about trigger warnings please use the look inside the book feature.
All characters are of legal age.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selena Moore
• Release date: Aug 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463979693

Selena Moore

Selena Moore is an Amazon Best Selling erotic fiction author. Married to the man of her dreams and living on a small island in the Mediterranean sea, she writes unapologetic erotic romance with strong alpha men and sassy, strong-willed women and also writes erotica as Fiona Lust. Hea is always guaranteed.Selena loves to connect with her readers on her socials.Follow her on Instagram at @selenamooreromance and on TikTok at @selenamoore_romance

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The Vessel

A Reverse Harem Breeding Novella

Selena Moore

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ISBN: ‎ 979-8466452655

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

Warning

Author's Note: 18+ Please don't go into this book expecting roses and sunshine because you'll find none. The Vessel is a dark and gritty end of days novella exploring multiple kinks such as breeding, lactation, praise and degradation and dub-con themes some readers may find disturbing. This story is NOT for everyone so please heed this warning and if you do decide to dive in, read this book because you want to immerse yourself into a dark, depraved, and deliciously dirty post-apocalyptic world.

Introduction

This is by no means a new genre to me. I’ve been reading erotica since I understood what erotica meant. The dark, twisted, dirty deeds to be done between consenting adults. I clearly remember the first erotica book I actually bought with my own money and brought home. I must have been almost sixteen, the fear of getting caught having it being one I will never, ever forget. It was a paperback copy of The Sexual Life of Catherine M by Catherine Millet and I devoured every single word that was in it. I never stopped reading erotica. Since then, I have become addicted to the sheer depravity behind the dirty words.

Years later, I started writing myself, random scribblings that were never meant to be published. I left it aside for the longest time until one day, I started writing again, more consciously this time. I didn’t write erotica now; I wrote romance and the words poured out. Late At Night and Stranded were born at that time and all the rest followed.

The story you are about to read was originally paragraph after paragraph of endless, dirty fucking and I revised and rewrote it several times before it became what it is now. It is the first time I venture into anything Sci-Fi but in order to make the breeding trope plausible, I needed a dystopian setting that would facilitate the storyline.

And I needed romance. And naughty, dirty words because that’s what this book is all about.

Chapter 1

It was the silence that woke her. The absolute, bone-chilling, deafening silence. No bombs going off around her. No cyborgs searching to exterminate the few of them that had remained alive. No cries or screams as the Machines executed children in front of their dying mothers. Nothing but absolute silence and for a single, horrifying moment, Emmanuella thought she was dead too. But then she listened, beyond the silence, and heard voices, far back in the distance.

She looked down at herself, to find her old clothes discarded and fresh, new ones covering her battered body. Looking around, she tried to orient herself in the dim moonlight that filtered through the narrow skylight high above. She was lying on a bed of some sort, the space around her cold and empty. She had learned to live with her meager belongings and be happy with the small things, but this place looked so utterly cold.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on what the voices were saying but flashes of the Machines inside her family’s hideout burned before her eyes, obscuring everything else out. Lucas, her husband, had stormed off a couple of weeks ago, taking their six-month-old son with him without a word of warning. He probably thought he was making it easier on her. That's how little he knew her. She had fought the Machines off as long as she could, her machete slicing through their weak spots and bringing them to their knees, but she could only do so much. The impact of the blast was massive, the force throwing her back as the debris covered her almost entirely. Then everything went black.

A deep sigh escaped her as she tried to sit up and it was only then that she realized that the voices had grown louder and that a shadowy figure was making its way toward her.

She's awake. Go get the boss, she heard a man say.

About time, another chimed in, his accent heavy, but she couldn't place it. A foreigner, Eastern European maybe.

Moments later she locked eyes with a man taller than anyone she had ever seen and built like a tree. He was naked from the waist up, his head shaved and his body rock hard, bulging with muscles. The cross tattoo on his broad chest was visible even from a distance and when he finally stopped and bent over her, his inky black eyes revealed nothing but darkness, the expression on his rugged face blank. He was much older, late forties maybe, with a limp in his stride and a deep scar on the right side of his face that ran from his forehead to his jawline.

Glad you found your way among the living, he said, his voice hoarse and deep, matching his intimidating appearance. Alas, she wasn't happy to be among the living. She wished the machines had taken her too.

Who are you? Where am I?

My name is Kratos. You are in The Hub, you’re safe here. He looked at her closely and examined the cuts and bruises on her arms and legs.

How did I get here? she questioned.

The search patrol found you lying in a gutter, behind the Chaos Factory dumpsters. The Cyborgs thought you were dead with all the blood you had on you.

So, you saved my ass. Forgive me if I don’t thank you just yet.

Feisty, huh? You're welcome to go back up and let them finish what they started. Waste whatever slim chance we have at bringing those fuckers down.

You sound like you have something else on your mind for me. Why don't you just spit it out?

A smirk played across his lips. You already know how they seek out women and children first. That's their end game; extermination of our species. Stay here, with us. We'll provide for you, and you'll provide to the men here. We already saved two more young women and one of them is currently pregnant with twins. Together, we will help end this war sooner than later and take back what’s rightfully ours.

What are you suggesting, exactly?

This is a safe place for the surviving humans to care for one another and procreate life. You already know your fate once you get out of these walls. If you stay, you and your future offspring will be well cared for and the men will be more efficient in battle. They need the warmth of a woman’s soft body and will be more than happy to pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams.

And what will I have to do in return for such pleasure if I may ask?

Kratos inched closer but his proximity didn't faze her. She had slain Cyborgs twice his size. "You will be bred by the men on a daily basis. Breeding never stops. The men need a woman to fuck even if she is pregnant. Some of them have particular fetishes you might want to indulge in