Romans & histoires Combat Maid Harem

I thought I heard wrong and I quickly flung the door open. To my surprise, I found Damien having sex with Amber. Our eyes met but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Since I wasn’t in pain or mad at him, I turned to leave to give them some privacy and just when I was about to close the door, a maid grabbed the door from me suddenly. She was one of the kitchen maids who had always bullied me for being Damien’s toy. She smiled at me and just as though she wanted me to watch the whole thing, she didn’t lock the door and I watched, stupefied as she stripped herself naked and climbed on my bed. Damien released Amber and she went into the bathroom to clean up herself while Damien started making love

I replied winking at Flora who smiled at me. “These are the new maids assigned to you.” Flora said pointing at them. They bowed down and greeted me. One was short with black hair and the other one was dark brown haired. Both were pretty tall compared to me. I liked them already. “My lady, we will prepare your bathtub for the ritual of mating ceremony.” Flora continued. “Thank you so much Flora. I would appreciate it if they introduced themselves,” I replied. “Of course” Flora said. “My name is Grace,” Said the one with black hair.

“This is supposed to be my wedding?” “Yes…” the Queen said, her voice unsure. “My wedding? How?” He saw Amber. He saw Rhea. Then—he saw his own hands, trembling. Panic set in. “You meddling fool!” Rhea screamed and lunged at Amber. They tumbled to the floor. Rhea struck her, yelling curses. Arnold jumped forward, prying Rhea off. “Enough!” And in that instant—Miriam struck. She reached for Isis, who then tried to flee, but Miriam caught her wrist and yanked.

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.

A maid yelled out as the others nodded. “The Supreme Luna Queen has been so nice and generous to us, you must be greedy if you still decide to steal from her!” Another maid retorted, I watched as Hawaii pulled the maid's hair tighter. “I-” “Behead her,” Mobali orders, turning his back towards the gates. The maid crawls toward me pulling my dress, I stare at her, her eyes red from crying too much, hair strands all over her body from her hair being pulled. “Y-your M-Majesty, please save me! I p-promise to tell you the truth.” she whispered, stammering as she kept pulling my dress.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

I needed to keep my options open because there was no way the Moon Goddess could have given me a second mate after how brutally I’d ended the first one. If the redhead ever found out what I had done… “And?” I griped at the maid who had trailed off, unable to hide the jealous inflection in my voice as the noise of the princess smacking at my neck echoed obscenely. The blond maid’s face had turned to a beetroot red as she turned slightly to the side, struggling to look everywhere but at us. Her small, muscular chest was heaving with ragged breaths, and the faint scent of sex wafted from her clenched thighs.

Lennie said it wasn’t the time yet. “May I?” He lifted up his arms a little, showing Ashely Elena who was lying in his arms. Elena had closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep since she saw Ashely's basically naked body. The moment she saw her, Elena knew what “maid” meant at Lennie. Lennie’s maids didn’t clean or cook, at least not only that, they were also responsible for pleasing Lennie’s husband. In other words, they were the harem Lennie prepared for Cory. And now she was part of it.

Because my husband, Liam, the Alpha of the pack, couldn't keep his control over himself, every maid had been in his bed at some time or another. And that is why they speak to me without respect. I can’t even deal with them—because Liam never stands against their behavior. Instead, he hits me in front of them if I dare to argue with any of them. I chewed on my bread and sipped my orange juice while Liam thrust harder into the maid on the dining table, making it shake under their movements. Her moans filled the room, while the other maids giggled, as though imagining themselves in her place.