Bl Harem Novels & Stories

I hang up in her face and focus again when Haris is starting to lower my panties, he looks at me, getting even closer to the area and it's quite a sight, really. And at that moment, I can't help but think of Lanton and the look he was giving me when he stood in the same position that Haris is in now. I made a point of watching the whole process and he loved to stare at me while he did it. Just thinking about it makes me even harder and I realize that I'm turned on just because I'm imagining Lanton doing everything that Haris is doing now. No, that's not right. Things aren't supposed to be this way, and even though I shake my head and try to forget about Lanton at least for now, I can't. I ha

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

Rimidal's voice boomed throughout the large room. In an instant, about half a dozen beautiful women came strolling over to them from different parts of the room. As they neared, Charlotte found herself taking a step closer to Rimidal. There was no mistaking that crimson gleam of their eyes. Rimidal did have a true harem of his own in his home. Each of these girls were vampires and there was no telling how long they had been there. Or if they had been captured the way Charlotte had and then eventually turned.

They then bowed to the Alpha and Luna, just as their daughter had. Clara smiled at them sweetly, she then placed a kiss on Dylan's cheek and then hugged Leah. The women then strolled off together, arm in arm and deep in conversation. Dylan held his hand out for Aiden to shake, but Aiden batted it away and grabbed his arm instead to pull him in for a man hug. He patted Dylan's back, then they both followed after their wives.

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

Kaelen’s first, obsessive as ever, pulling me into a bruising kiss. “Anything you desire,” he growls, lips trailing to my neck. Zane’s already stripping, cock hardening, rogue smirk wide. “Let’s explore every inch.” Ardyn, ever the prince, nods, shedding his shirt to reveal golden muscle. “Name it, and it’s yours.” My fangirl heart screams, my harem, ready to fulfill every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had as a BL-obsessed girl. Let’s go all in. I take charge, voice dripping with need. “Kaelen, eat me out. Zane, my breasts. Ardyn, I want your cock, my hands first.”

A thin blue veil forms between me and the window, hindering my view of the outside world. Magic. My heartbeat drums in my ears as I stumble away from the window. It’s magic. And I can’t be wrong. The women in his Harem are mostly witches. Their aura, the color of their eyes, their beauty… Witches. And Magic. This is forbidden. A Lycan can not establish romantic relationships with a witch. Horror strikes my features as I turn on my heel and scan the rest of the room. Even the blue rug beneath my feet is identical to my rug at home.

she asked, scanning the space for any sign of her brother. “With his concubine,” Lisa replied matter-of-factly, her tone tinged with annoyance as she rolled her eyes. Arina's eyes widened in surprise at Lisa's casual remark. “What?” she exclaimed, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation. “Gym is his co-wife, Arina,” Lisa explained with a mischievous grin, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Arina couldn't help but giggle at the unexpected comparison. “Ohhh, I thought something else,” she chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.

Then he looked at us, something unreadable burning behind his eyes. “This,” he said slowly, his voice rough, “isn’t some sick prank This is a summoning.” My chest went cold. Pelin frowned, hugging herself. “Summoning… what?” Aziz shifted his weight, his hair falling into his eyes as he studied the bloody circle. “A Marid. The black kind.” The word was foreign on his tongue, harsh and heavy. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice felt so weak. His gaze flicked to me, holding mine until I felt pinned to the mattress. “A jinn. A supernatural creature from the obsidian dimension. They come in colors—blue, red, black. The black ones are the strongest.”

“What kind of stupid, perverted question is that?” “I’m serious, Raven,” he said calmly, like this was some normal morning conversation over tea. I scoffed. “You think I have time to keep a touching calendar?” He rubbed the back of his neck like I was the one being ridiculous. “In the way we’re built—when a woman is mated and untouched for too long, the bond triggers a heat cycle. Especially if there’s… tension between the mates.” “Tension?” I echoed. “You mean I want to rip your head off every time I see your face? That kind of tension?”