Best Harems Novels & Stories

Roksolana cleared her throat to announce her presence, and Hassan paused in his action and bowed to her. Together, they sat down somewhere around the harem and began to talk. Hassan made Roksolana understand the way their culture works. She saw that there were some little differences between this sultanate and her own. Hassan also told her more about each woman of the harem. Each of their strengths and weaknesses. Those that he thought that she should avoid. Roksolana wasn't even surprised when the man mentioned Lady Miriam. The woman had never had a good reputation anywhere her name was mentioned in Roksolana's presence.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

She and the rest of the whores in my harem could literally be at the brink of dying because I've worn them out and they still won't leave until I order them too. They'd even try to initiate me to do something else to them, like the whore on her knees right now begging me to fuck her mouth even though her body was quivering from exhaustion. I didn't need any of them to tell me but I was sure they were in some sort of competition to see who'd become my favorite, who'd impress me more with her body and willingness. They could all try but I was never going to see any of them more than whores who I needed to get off.

"Well, you own a five-star hotel, to your name, not just the hotel, you have a mansion too and millions of followers and millions in your account too, girl, you are loaded," "To be fair, I don't really own the hotel and the mansion, Rafael is crazy, once he comes back to his senses he might want them back and I will give them to him, I am just going to manage it until then, it's not even going to be me doing the management, I don't know shit about business, I am going to try taking an online course in the New year so that I can at least understand a little, now I wish I did business like mom and dad wanted me to, to be fair I don't like business, anyway back to the main issue, I am just hold

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

I'm still walking on eggshells around her. "There are facilities in the Harem where all the girls, including you and I can engage in some beauty treatments like hot springs, massages, and fitness training. There are also classes where we can learn to increase our feminine charm by dancing, sewing, and cooking. There's also combat training, but very few girls engage in that because we do not need to bear the responsibility of fighting for the pack. That's the duty of the soldiers and most importantly, combat training is the least charming thing to do as a woman on that list, so most girls shy away from it." I stop in my tracks and look at her.

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

Zelia tsked and Ysa used her left hand to cover the side of her mouth as she whispered it to Zelia's ear,"His Majesty never touch anyone of his harems. Also, I heard that he dislike it when a woman would dare to lay a hand on him." She was looking at her curiosity as Ysa went back to her position as sitting the stone-like bench. "What does that mean? I mean, duh... what's your purpose of having lots of harems if you can't pleasure him or he can pleasure you. What's wrong with His Majesty?"Zelia chuckled as she asked nonchalantly. To put it bluntly, she doesn't really interested. Ysa chuckles at her expression, "I don't even know why, but the only woman that he touched is only you."

Are they on good terms with each other now? We run horses continuously and reached the Barbarian Kingdom at 11:00 clock. From the main door, there is a huge hall where all barbarians gathered to have a meal or to plan something. At this time of night, it was still filled with Barbarian noises. They were looking at the jewel and expensive things they stole during the raid. He was sitting on his throne, I didn't look at him instead I cover my head with my cloak back and start passing through between them. Michelle was holding my hand and walking in front of me. For a moment there was complete silence, Must be all of them staring at me but I was fully covered, I am sure nobody realized that it

My heart pounded as I leaned closer and peeked through the crack. The bed wasn’t angled toward the door, but I was able Mr. Fred's head diving between my mom’s thighs, his mouth eagerly devouring her pussy. He trailed hot kisses up her waist, latching onto her right nipple with hungry sucks while his left hand caressed her other breast. The both of them were completely naked, his massive, thick, curved cock impossible to ignore. I watched, as he slid it deep into her, her moans of ecstasy filling the air. I stood at the door, my hands roaming my body, wishing Chris would fuck me like this. Mr. Fred’s chiseled body was pure perfection—his veined muscles bulged as he gripped my mom’s legs, pul