Concubine Walkthrough Novels & Stories

His skill was unparalleled, surpassing any pleasure I had ever experienced before. “I will guide you through a journey of exquisite pleasure,” he rasped in a deep, tantalizing voice, filled with anticipation. He immediately returned to kissing my lips, his confidence evident in his every move. It felt as though he was guiding our dance, his expertise surpassing my own. Lost in the moment, I didn't realize we had entered the adjacent hut, consumed by the pleasure he was bestowing upon me. Pleasure was something I had never actively sought before, believing that one could live without it. But with Lucas, it was different. His touch ignited a desire within me, like a forbidden fruit that opened

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

I didn’t argue with him, though; I knew it was pointless to do so. I walked down to my lessons with him trailing at a distance behind me. I will give it to him, for a moment, I almost forgot he was there. When I reached the ballroom, some of the other concubines were already there. I was a bit early, but I’d rather be early than late again. At least this time I was able to dress properly. Vivian, of course, was already there. She was speaking to one of her friends, another concubine, Elara. They were giggling about something, and then when they saw me, a smirk appeared on Vivian’s face as she folded her arms across her chest.

God help her, she wanted him still. Yet as she sat there, gown tangled around her, another thought struck, sharp and cold. If Kael left her aching and desperate every time he was called away, then he would control her without lifting a sword. She could not allow that. She stood, pacing the room, fighting the fire still coursing through her veins. No. She would not be his wh*re. She would be his equal—or his ruin. Her reflection in the mirror stopped her. The red silk gown slipped low across her shoulder, her lips swollen from his kiss, her skin flushed. She looked nothing like a queen. She looked like a concubine who had been used and discarded.

Goosebumps rose across her skin. “Andrew,” she gasped, her fingers slipping into my hair. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, voice thick with need. “I’ve got you, Elena.” My hands moved with practiced ease, pulling the lace panties from her waist. She unbuckled my belt and slid the trouser down, revealing my hard erection that stood from beneath my boxers. I pulled the trousers off my legs and tossed it aside. I spread her legs and when I finally entered her, she cried out softly, her back arching as I filled her completely. I stilled for a moment, my forehead resting against hers, giving her time to adjust.

I had been trying to hurry so I could get changed into my normal clothes and send this back but now everyone has gotten a glance of the gown. “Ohhhh who do we have here?''Violet started immediately and she noticed me. I bet I knew it was her after that encounter I had taken note of her face. Everyone immediately turned to look at me and I felt nervous and small now. “It has to be the breeder of course, what rotten luck!”, Another concubine said and I later realized she was a Vixen when another concubine spoke. There was a chorus of laughter and another concubine said,

Corny and certainly not easy to read. There used to be a time when Catherine was my favorite Concubine, she was a crazy wolf once in bed, the queen of seduction. I loved that fact about her, how she made me jerk off just by watching her rub on her cunt. I could feel every blood in my vein bubble as she walked into the hall. I shut my eyes close, trying to brush her though off from my kind, I was done with her and she clearly only was some leach to me. I saw her gaze, she knew what she was doing to me, but then I smirked looking away towards Nyla.

As we enter, an intimidating woman dripping in finery emerges at the top of the stairs, nodding with approval towards our captors, “I see you had a good catch.” “Yes Madame Mechant, we did.” The lead rogue announces. “There are a few pearls in this batch.” “So I see.” She grins cruelly, approaching us with a cold, assessing stare. “Welcome ladies, to your new home.” She begins, “I am the proprietress here, and that means from now on you answer to me. Over the next few days you will be prepared for auction, and trained to serve our customers. Those of you who are not sold, will stay here to join our roster of full time concubines. No matter your fate, trust that your utmost obedience will be

I reassured her, holding her hand, “I just don’t think Helena would stop dragging me into trouble. She really wants me out of this place and I have to avoid her as much as I can…” “I understand, your Grace,” she nodded, her eyes looking straight into me, worried, “You are right. It’s not safe for you to be around the Emperor’s concubines—” I was shocked, and my mouth partly opened, “Concubines? With S?” “Yes, your Grace. And so is lady Helena. She’s the head of the Concubines and is in charge of everything around them…” Curiosity had gotten into me and pulled Nina down as we both sat on the grass. She was startled by my sudden reaction that the cups almost tumbled down the tray, “Where did h

she asked. “No, no. I just… I mistook you for someone else, that's all” I smiled awkwardly, “Have a nice day.” “Yes, your majesty.” She smiled and scurried off as if staying in my presence was a risk she wasn't willing to take. I took a good look at the concubine quarters and was impressed. It was an open plan with a mini garden in the center. There were about four doors surrounding me, each one with the name of a concubine pasted on the wall. I wrinkled my nose.