Chinese Harems Novels & Stories

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Although she knows why Alaric was with her in the first place, the very thought that she got to experience some passion with Alaric was making her jealous. “His lover, eh?” Mariah asked. “Aye, my lady. You see, t’s normal for the noble males to have a harem of women, and they could have as many number as they want. However, the women are always allowed to move around and do whatever they want, just in case they should find their mates. Once they do, the noble male they are with settles them by paying their dowry. T’s expected for the males to have the harem because they are to gather experiences in order to satisfy their mate,” Elena explained.

Mae said as they both went in on the carriage, as soon as the four of them already taken a sit inside of the carriage, the horse and the man who's leading the horse starts lashing moderately at the horse, then the horse starts moving, heading to the Dragon Clan. Actually the Emperor has a lot of harems in his palace, the reason why is because those women beg him to make them as her harems. Though he doesn't need one and he also doesn't want one, he refused but those women were crying, living like a hell as their clothes were torn because of their ex-master's who treat them like a dog, so he decided to take them in, and let them stay at the palace. Since the Emperor hate being touch by any wo

“Nothing tastes better than this sweet pussy. I want you all to myself sometimes, I want to wake up every morning and fill you like this.” I giggle through a loud moan, grinding my hips desperately against his thrusting fingers. “I’m not interested in a relationship, Theo. We’re family, this is just fun.” He smirks darkly and fingers me even deeper, stretching my pussy wide open. “We’re not related by blood, baby. I’m only Xane’s cousin. That makes this tight little pussy completely fair game for me to fuck whenever I want. I can breed this cunt as much as I like.”

one of the hunters shouted, his voice carrying across the trees. We had crossed paths with them before—men carrying shotguns, knives, and other weapons reeking of iron and gunpowder. Some of them even carried small explosives strapped to their belts. I had smelled the stench long before they appeared, the foul tang of human ambition and greed lingering in the air. I knew the type. Hunters. Men who killed for trophies. Who saw creatures like us as nothing more than beasts to be mounted on walls or sold for coin. “Hera, run,” I whispered sharply to my wife as soon as the first rifle swung in her direction.

'Mate,' my wolf howled within me. My brow furrowed as I scanned the room. Was this some sort of cruel joke? After travelling the world without a trace of my mate, now, I opened a club, and my mate came running into my club. I followed the enticing scent that filled the air, leading me to the stage where the strippers performed their seductive routines. Among them, a new dancer had captivated the audience's attention, especially from the male patrons.

She didn’t want to see those eyes again. To her surprise, there was a man holding a leashed animal outside the kitchens. About the size of a pig, it had a body similar to a kangaroo/deer hybrid with hoofed feet. The head had a distinctly jackrabbit look about it, and the ears were long. The body was dull brown with white markings on its legs, belly and tiny, tufted tail. “This is a deerhare,” Jayems explained. “You know him better as sausage.” She grimaced as the handler led the animal away. “Ugh! Do you always introduce your guests to their breakfast?”

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

I can’t see all their faces but I can tell it’s a big number. “ Mistress? ” She snorts, her pretty face twisting into ugliness. “ What else do you want me to call you? You are not his Queen, nor are you his sole woman. ” I feel a pang of hurt in my heart when I think about the number of women he has. Once, I heard a rumor that Kings in the South liked to keep Harems but I never once believed it. Lycans are loyal, they devote their lives to only one woman—That’s what I said back then, and laughed at the absurd idea.

I remember walking through the gardens admiring the vibrant flowers. I had been watching my footsteps, thinking about the stories I’d read of the imperial harems of those fragile "white lotus" consorts. They were women made of glass, women who spent their days reclining on silk cushions, waiting for an Emperor to save them from a passing breeze or a buzzing fly.