Dc Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The stinging blows to her thighs only add to the overwhelming sensations, pushing her closer to the brink of madness. Hazel's fingers dig into the sheets, her nails tearing holes as she's pounded into oblivion by Damon's monstrous cock. Her mind splinters, unable to process the torrent of pain and pleasure coursing through her shattered form. "I'm yours, Daddy! Only yours! Use me, abuse me, ruin me!" Damon's feral grin widens as he hears Hazel's desperate declarations of ownership, her surrender to his depraved desires. He pistons into her with renewed vigor, each thrust driving her further into the abyss of pleasure and pain.

“It’s okay. I’ll make you love me soon.” “Just try.” “Now, let's go to the room. You're already sweaty." "Yeah, suddenly hot.” “I haven't done anything to you though. But you're already sweaty." "Tsk! This is the effect of the drugs, Sir, the effect of the drugs.” Hannan chuckled softly seeing Dhea who pursed her lips, then lifted the girl into a sling. “Let's go to the room. You must rest." “We are in one room?” “Of course, Dhea. At that time, we weren't even dating. We slept together. So, why we must sleep separately when we already being a couple?"

Chapter 92 **Writers POV** Daciana sighed in contentment, his dick had filled her up so perfectly. She couldn't believe that this was what she had been missing all this while. She yawned in fatigue, his fuck alone was enough to wear her off, and she felt exhausted. Her mind flashed back to Henry, she should have known there was something different about his annoying stares. It freaked her out, but never, for once, had she talked him out of it.

I question, and the mischievous smile on her face makes me want to know what game this is, but at the same time makes me want to flee the room. what is this little diva concocting in her head?

I washed up, then went to my own bedroom. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I opened the door and found my sister lying back on my bed. She was in a matching pair of green underwear and reading one of my comic books. "Took you long enough," Darcy said. I shut the door behind me, carefully. We'd done so good to survive so far; I didn't want to get caught now. "Sorry, I didn't want to set off Mom and Dad," I said. Darcy tossed the comic book to the side and slipped off her panties. She spread her legs. I saw her thighs were shiny with her own lubrication. I already knew what I was supposed to do, and I lapped hungrily at my sister's snatch.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Alana POV: I hate to admit that I’m jealous of Charmaine, it's true that Harlem is sexy as hell, he is sexier than Jackson. I could tell that in no time Harlem will become popular, and I need to have him by my side. I’m tiring of Jackson, I’m getting bored with him, the only reason I kept him around is because of the sex, now that getting boring now he always wants to do the same old boring position and that the missionary position, he always got to be on top just to prove his ego.

Mina covered Cubby's mouth and smiled at me apologetically then I shifted my gaze back to Liam who's also shooting Cubby a dagger look. I groaned and turned around again to continue my way upstairs. "Hera wai-!" I slammed the door behind me just before Liam could reach me. "Ouch! Hera, open this door!" I huffed a breath when I saw Diana in the middle of our bed, looks like a fucking sleeping beauty with her hands on her stomach and she was tucked under our comforter. "Babe open this door, please! Let me explain!"

TO BE CHOSEN IS TO BE CHANGED The Pyre Chamber Awaits The Sacred Temple beneath Fresh Meadows Pack. Torches burn along carved stone walls. The Pyre Chamber looms—a blackened iron gate etched with phoenixes and thorns. A crowd gathers in hushed anticipation. Ceres stands in the center, wrapped in ceremonial red silk. Beta Vegas (gruff, standing at the archway): "She doesn't have to go through with this. It's barbaric."

Hera was pulling every strings in her arsenal to create images in his head and she was loving it. Hera's body trembled, orgasm building from her relentless fingering. "Public too—gangbanged by the choir boys after practice. Young dicks in every orifice, their innocent faces twisted in lust as they pump me full. You watch, stroking your holy dick, then join in, fucking my cum-soaked holes last, reclaiming your property."