Concubine Male Novels & Stories

"No, dear. The future King must be physically perfect. His name is Grigori. He is now the King's main advisor." "Physically perfect? That's unfair to him." "Just shut up, Anna." Then, there are only three main rules in the harem. Whoever breaks this rule is punishable by death, 1. Concubines were forbidden to have relationships with other men. Staring at other men was also not allowed. 2. Concubines were forbidden to bring men into the harem. 3. It was forbidden to insult/disrespect the king's/prince's favorite. *****

Her mouth worked his erection with the expertise that made her kind legendary, using her snakelike tongues, silken throats, and utter lack of a gag reflex to suck his soul out from his manhood. But Revandrel did not wear the face of a male being pleasured by a succubus. I knew the difference, all courtesans did. Those sharp, gray eyes tracked me as I approached, looking solemn and intense. I came to a stop before his chair. To his left, a male was pounding into a female from behind, her face buried in the cushions. To his right, another male sat alone... unoccupied. In a room drowning in carnal pleasure? My brow arched.

Memories of that night were hazy. How long now? –One year! She had been his concubine for that long. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she had fallen in love with him, that wasn't the agreement. Days after they met in the club, she begged to know why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night and he had told her he preferred his women pliant and willing and that he wanted something casual. Kira had agreed, either way, the man was too beautiful to resist. She never in a million years thought she'd be a man's concubine but she was desperate to have him any which way.

Or he can decide to legally get married to his mate as Ella and Ivar did with each other. In the eyes of the law, a wife is equal in status to a mate but a concubine isn't. She is four–five notches below a wife and a mate. Which makes me wonder why a beautiful she-wolf like Victoria would choose to be a concubine rather than wait for her own mate.

"You know that I've been keeping my cool all this while. Why won't he increase it when he's been spending lavishly on his concubines? I heard that another lady was brought to him but he rejected her." The second male stopped and raised his brows. "that's quite strange, who would have thought? Was she ugly? That's the only reason that man rejects women. Other than that, he's ready to sleep with the world. I hate him. Gosh." "Reduce your voice, you didn't want us to get caught." The first male snapped as they approached me. My eyes darted towards the next building looking for a better place where I could relax and eavesdrop on their conversation.

the crown prince continued slowly, his voice shaking with rage, “drive her to this point?” My heart shattered. A hollow, dull pain traveled up my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes. He rose with Jeanine in his arms. “I, Crown Prince Vince of Naderlands, reject you as my mate!” The hall froze. The air stilled. Someone sucked in air through their teeth. "This is the first time in centuries that a mate was rejected. She's truly unlucky." That person was right. Instead of rejection, the undesired female mate could be taken as a concubine or compensated in monetary value. The undesired male could live on with his unrequited love, or also be compensated in monetary value.

I'm so fucking hungry for Azriel after all. A smirk lifted his lips. “Should I get your colleagues then? Since you're not interested?” “Colleagues?” I tilted my head because what was that supposed to mean “Concubines.” Wait a second. It hit. “Excuse me?” Did he just call me a concubine? “Since you can't breed anymore, you're my hot concubine, the hottest one I can't seem to fuck—” “If you try bringing any of those women here—”