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"How convenient. The Forced Fighting Ring belonged to him, but the Berserker Bloodline belongs to me. You are coming with us, Elara. And your little anchor of boys is useless now." The Queen of the rival Pack had arrived, exposing her role in the power vacuum and claiming Elara's Berserker power for herself. Could the newly-formed Reverse Harem—now without their strategic leader Rhys, who was still focused on securing the evidence—fight off an entire squad of armed, hostile Ravens, and prevent Elara from becoming the ultimate prize in the inter-Pack war?

They looked for women who had luscious breasts and plump butts. They were, after all, elected to become sex workers, so of course they would want the sexiest ones they could find. It didn't matter if the female or females that were picked wanted to join the harem or not, if they gave trouble, if they declined to follow the lycan kings order, she would bring terrible turmoil to her pack. “Our daughter Willow would be the best candidate for you to check out first,” my stepmother's sudden words broke me out of my thoughts as I stared at her.

She whispers. My mother is a saint and way too good for my father, but she came with him here and provided him with two children. He got his heir and a princess. A princess that was sold to another pack two years ago. Females born in the packs don’t often remain in their original packs. Just like the hunt there is an event where all the females are paraded around and chosen by the packs for the traits they can bring. “I’ll call you.” I tell my mom when she finally lets me go.

“A what?” Keilor shook his head slowly. “She could be nothing else. I’m certain of it.” Jayems swore and got to his feet, pacing with barely controlled frustration. Charmers possessed a special pheromone, a mutation on the human norm. It had little effect on human men but caused the Haunt males, with their more sensitive noses, to become their mindless slaves.

Tara cums hard with her pussy milking me tightly but I manage to hold back my own release once more. Lena takes her turn next in missionary position with her legs spread wide for me to pound into her relentlessly, my balls slapping against her with every thrust. Mia and Tara kiss each other deeply while fingering one another's pussies nearby. Lena claws at my back. “Fuck me harder like a slut,” she moans breathlessly. I dive into her sweat drips from our bodies until she cums around my cock. They all reach orgasms in the frenzy, but I hold mine back obediently as the van finally stops in front of a dark house, where they dress quickly.

“You know my new weapon?” “Oh, I know him all too well,” Direken replies, a dangerous smirk twisting his mouth. “He once belonged to my kingdom, but he defected to that hedonistic kingdom of Altinna. He’s part of the princess’s disgusting harem.” I should have seen this coming, should have realized that Direken would have shown up here. I curse the holes in my Sight, my arrogance in thinking Direken would go back to Ambrosia. I should have anticipated his alliance with the Oceanans.

After intense discussion, they reached a compromise: I could accept the offer, but four senior Harem members would accompany me as “protection,” and Liam would have full real-time video access to watch everything. The weekend at Harrington’s mansion became one of the most luxurious, psychologically intense, and sexually overwhelming experiences of my entire life. The mansion was breathtaking — ocean views, private beach, multiple playrooms equipped with every toy and restraint imaginable. Harrington and his associates were experienced, dominant, and ruthless in their desires. They treated me like expensive, exclusive property. From the moment I arrived, they pushed me harder than the Harem e

Matt hurried back into the room, asking, "What do you mean by that?" "You'll know just by looking at her," I said, pointing at Winnie. I finally revealed the secret that I had kept buried in my heart for two lifetimes, saying, "You see, as blessed women, we are forbidden from being promiscuous. If we go against those traditional precepts, we'll inevitably suffer a backlash.

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.

I sat down on the throne before Maric blackwood came forward again and said "I think we all know the first and most important step for our queen here to take. Queen Aurora of Eldrador needs to choose her partners." Yes, you heard that right. In Eldrador, as well as many other kingdoms across the oceans, when a woman becomes queen, she is entitled to choose four men to be her husbands. This was because these four men must complete the four elements ( earth, spirit, water and sword) In ancient history, the union of these four noble men would form a sacred bond and ensure the kingdom's prosperity. These men would be hand picked by me at a traditional event where these men from four different pa