Concubine Walkthrough Novels & Stories

"She decided to sleep with her childhood sweetheart even though they're not in a relationship. It's her own fault if she gets dumped." I tilted my head to the side, confused by the sudden flood of comments before me. Since when did a succubus need a proper relationship to pleasure herself? I grew up with Sean, and we had always been close. When I was 18, he tricked me into doing the deed with him. That one night I spent with him accidentally awakened my succubus nature, and my desires needed to be sated from time to time. I didn't tell anyone about this, but Sean and I tacitly agreed to be friends with benefits.

And in my moist, erotic dream Nahan moans against my neck and bites the back of my neck as he probes me through my panties, soaked with honey and expectation, when he orders: - Bianca, my beautiful one, wake up. I open my eyes and I don’t dream anymore, Nahan is clinging to my back, playing with my vagina through the lingerie, up and down. I am absurdly and embarrassingly wet, my vagina soaked and his fingers slip easily between my flesh throbbing, wanting, pulsing with him, for him, inside me. I let out a distressed, desperate moan as he masturbates me faster and harder, taking my ear to his mouth and whispering perversely:

And if the king ever found his queen, the concubines were to be given to able-bodied men. The three women bowed before me. "Rise," I spoke, and they all looked up. Desena, the most beautiful of them, had that same look of mischief beneath her blue eyes. That look was a look of hope that she would claim something. Something she was not meant for. I was no fool. I approached the seat beside my bed, stripping out of my garment along the way. Naked as the day I was born, I sat. The women needed no instructions. They all stripped until they were as bare as I was and approached me with Desena at the fore.

Just like her mother and sister. The small population of confirmed concubae had been rounded up quickly by the incubi who worked as trackers. Moran said they were bitter about the desire to serve they felt. Concubi were like alpha wolves. Incubi and succubae felt the urge to obey them. Only incubi had a problem with this, and it happened more when the concubus was female. “What are you then?” Raoul asked.

“Home residence for the palace’s women including female noble guests, advisors’ wives, female attendants, female scholars, and female diplomats. It is a lovely sanctuary and you’ll come to know the wing well and enjoy it.” “I hope so.” “This way, your highness,” she says smoothly and begins leading the way. Haenith and Anikaya follow me behind. As we all keep walking together, I allow myself to ask a question that suddenly pops into my mind. “Are there—” I hesitate, then clear my throat to speak more softly, “Are there concubines in the Bahadrí?”

I walked in on King Leopold’s arm, feeling every eye on my barely-covered body. The King led me to the center of the room and raised his hand for silence. “Tonight, I present my new Royal Concubine, Lila Bennett. She belongs to the crown. And tonight, she belongs to all of you.” The crowd applauded. The King pushed me gently forward. “Begin.” The first noble, an older Duke, stepped forward. He pushed me down to my knees in the middle of the ballroom and fed me his cock. I sucked him eagerly while the entire court watched.

She couldn't hear me at all. Looking at her like this, Katy laughed and became more proud. "You see, she likes to kneel down to me. From ancient times to the present, the concubine has to kneel when they meet the principal wife." "Yes, you're right." Jessica nodded in fright. She was unable to hear me at all, but could only hear the voice of Katy. No matter how hard I pulled her, I couldn't pull her up. Seeing Jessica be like this, Katy was thrilled. She crossed her arms and said, "Tell me, what are you?"

Their hair was perfectly styled, their makeup flawless, their bodies positioned artfully around the room like sinful decorations. Concubines. The word slammed into me like a physical blow. One of them… a striking brunette with amber eyes… lounged across the bed, her robe sliding off one shoulder. Another stood by the window, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. A redhead perched on the arm of a leather chair, her legs crossed elegantly. They all turned to look at me as I was pushed inside, falling on my knees on the floor. The brunette's lips curved into a knowing smile.

The door swung open, and a lady who was in her early twenties walked into the door timidly. Alpha Dante’s mouth slacked open as his gaze fell on the woman that just walked into his room. She was young, way too young. He always wanted his concubines in their early thirties because then, they knew what they wanted to do with their lives, not young women like that still had a bright future ahead of them and were probably still virgins. “What are you doing here young lady?” He got up from his bed. “Good day, Master Dante,” she whispered with her eyes cast low. “I am one of your concubines, I was sent here earlier today.”

Finally after so much persuasion, they left. I thought about the ginseng soup I had in mind. This could help in his blood circulation and sooth his nerves. But I had no idea if he would take the soup alone. Anyways I got busy with cooking. “See who is in the kitchen. Just because she had a way to sooth the king's wolf she already feels like a Queen.” The Concubine who had left in tears earlier walked into the kitchen with two other concubines behind her. I had no idea what their names were and I didn't care.