Comics Harem Novels & Stories

It was funny thinking how he would handle the situation. I swept my tail against the dark icy floor. Once I read in a book that a man with more than one female partner living together was rare on land. Humans had many definitions for these things. One common idea was that multiple women could be considered a harem. Others referred to this as polygamy. A throuple was not far behind. Most land males often thought themselves lucky if they learned anyone had these. It was so astonishing.

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

This was an important question for him to answer. Thaddeus and Theodore had already worked on this, and now, could Cretheus be able to compromise? "I am not going to listen to my wolf even if she wants you, too," I added earnestly. "Tell me if you cannot even feel jealous when I am with your nephews. If you can, then, you are welcome to my harem." I secretly pinched myself for having to say that word. Harem... I wanted to laugh. I had never seen myself being surrounded by men. All I thought before was to avenge myself against my clan and have a loving mate, one mate, to be exact.

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

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

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.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

“I didn’t sign up for a Pokémon-themed blood cult.” “You signed up for me,” I said sweetly. “And I come with three limited-edition chaos gremlins and a matching emotional trauma set.” He looked at me with the most done face ever. “Worth it.” We spent the next ten minutes diffusing the Card Cult. There were negotiations. Lorelai wanted apple juice in a wine glass. Jade demanded a ceremonial pouch for his “spell crayons.” Alexei tried to sacrifice a Barbie doll wearing Arsen’s old watch. I gave up halfway through and just made salted caramel popcorn.

“With all due respect, Luna, these reforms would make us nothing more than stud animals. The Harem has always been about more than just reproduction.” Riley watched Sabrina’s face carefully, noting the slight tightening around her eyes. She was preparing for battle. “The Harem has also been about death,” she replied, her voice steady. “Seventeen men in the last twenty years across allied packs. All recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” The room fell silent. Riley could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. “Those were isolated incidents,” Elder Marcus insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. “Were they?” Sabrina’s gaze swept across the assembled males. “How many of you ha