Dc Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I came here because I felt guilty about your dark eye but I see you enjoy those sorts of things. While I might find you fascinating Alec, plus you are really nice, I will not jeopardise whatever you want to do here with Alpha Luciano with regards to your relatives - Or whatever Anastasia is to you - wedding. Find someone else to talk to." I ignored him calling me and left. ********** Emery's POV The harem was a sight to behold. Women were in various degrees of pain and distress. Some couldn't leave the toilets. Some were coughing and vomiting, others groaning in pain and the rest passed out. I stood to the side above observing everything from an apart standpoint. I hadn't gone for the morni

Chapter 79: Aftermath of Romance Hana stirred awake, the soreness in her body reminding her of the intensity of the night before. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake Jarrel, who was still asleep beside her. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Hana’s gaze drifted to the sheets, noticing a small spot of blood. It was a stark reminder of what she had given to him—a piece of herself that no one had ever touched before.

Brodie, who had been silent for a while now, spat out his cider. “So you mean for the main it's like a weird p**n show, then he gets to fuck her afterwards just to remind those of the Harem that they are below him. And he's the boss even in that bedroom.” “Basically, yes, but in Luna’s Harem bedroom, the Divine Chamber is a specialised suite there is the Alpha chair where he watches from a circular bed and bunk beds in a side room for when the main is away and the Luna is in heat four males are picked by the main to mate with her and they can’t stand in the main bed afterwards that aren’t equals even once the main rituals are done the Alpha and Luna stay in the main bed over night the Harem

“Before you go home tonight, I want you to send me a picture of your cum-filled pussy when you get in the car. And tomorrow morning, when your husband kisses you goodbye, you’ll still be leaking me.” He walked me to the private elevator, his hand possessively on my ass the entire way. As the doors started to close, he gave me one final dark smile. “Welcome to your new reality, Mrs. Harper. Try not to get pregnant too quickly… I plan to enjoy breeding you for a very long time.” The elevator doors closed. I stood there naked under my coat, legs shaking, Damien’s cum slowly leaking down my thighs, knowing I was completely screwed. And I had never felt more alive.

he spoke with pride, looking at me through hooded eyes, his muscular torso glistening with beads of perspiration. Mason pulled me over to him, his arms encasing me in a warm sensual embrace as his tongue parted my lips. Our sweat-slickened bodies slid together, feeling the damp hair beneath our fingertips. Grayson and Alex rejoined us, each taking turns to kiss me. So, this was harem sex?

She lowers a shimmering dome around us, and I feel the tug of realm-shifting magic. One blink later, we’re in Valhalla—in a bedroom big enough to house a small army. I don’t bother looking around. All I see is the enormous bed—and Hermes. I start stalking toward him, JoJo by my side. “I said wait until I left!” Hecate groans, and the door slams shut behind her. I don’t stop. I move behind JoJo, grab the hem of her shirt, and pull it over her head. Her bra’s off a second later.

Even though it's technically mid-day training hours and the dorms should be a ghost town, my enhanced hearing picks up something the second Arlo and I step out of the elevator on the third floor. Arlo stiffens beside me, his face turning the color of a tomato. "Do you...hear that?" he whispers. "Yep." We turn the corner of the hallway and stop. Directly in front of room 306, a couple is tangled together in a passionate, aggressive embrace. The woman has her back pressed against my door. She is stunning, with curves that could cause traffic accidents. Two obsidian, curved horns sprout from her dark hair, and a long, slender tail with a plump, heart-shaped tip wraps around her partner's thigh.

I wasn’t. Another hard smack landed on my pussy again and more wetness dripped down my thighs, my body quivering as Alaric traced a thick finger down my slit. I moaned uncontrollably, wishing I could watch him touch me like that—even if it was just a glimpse. But all I could see was darkness, the silk fabric a constant reminder that I was at his mercy. That I would only see if he allowed me to. He pushed two fingers inside my hole at once, and a whimper escaped my throat. I was ashamed at how much heat had flooded my core from the slap, and I was almost fully certain I was dripping onto the bed.

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

His body blocked me, gently pushing me into the pantry door with the weight of his frame. I laughed, then looked up into his eyes. They were cola brown and gorgeous, with flecks of gold around the irises. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. He dipped his head down, his chest pressing against my chin. I felt his large hand press against my hip to steady me. I swallowed, trying to regain her balance. Maybe I should take that bath,” I confessed in a whisper. If I had stayed a moment longer, I had a feeling Deacon and I would be burning down the house. Literally and figuratively.