Dead Mans Harem Novels & Stories

"Who's feeling sick tonight? Who needs a little... private examination?" The tips started raining in. Small amounts at first, then larger chunks. But then, the notification I had been waiting for popped up. Big Daddy has entered the chat. My heart skipped. Big Daddy was my whale. He didn't just tip; he owned the chat space. He was the reason I could afford the luxury lingeries and the high-tech toys that cluttered my bedside drawer. He was dominant, precise, and he knew exactly how to push my buttons. Big Daddy: Get on your knees, Caramel. Now.

"He's adding her to the harem." Anger built up inside me like lava. This was a harem. These women were Damian's women. And they thought I was here to join them. No.No My hands started shaking. My vision blurred with tears. So he was enjoying his life and fucking women while I was waiting for my mate and hadn't even kissed a man. What could I expect from him? "If he even lets her leave," another added. "You know how possessive he gets with his favorite things." Things?

She could see I wasn’t in any mood to be advised. “First is that Daman is immortal, he can’t be killed, he can’t be easily accessed also, okay I think I will have to explain it this way, Daman rules a very strong kingdom. his kingdom is the strongest and most powerful I can speak of. Even the Presidents and rulers don’t toy with him. Strangers cannot enter it. The security is so tough that someone cannot even sneak in without being caught. So sneaking in is the worst possible idea. I lowered my head in deep thought , “Is there no other way to enter his kingdom?”

Thick, white semen gushed out in spurts, its scorching heat filling her tender womb. “Ahhh… I’m coming… Brother… Brother… Ahhh…” With her tender flower filled to the brim with semen, Sarah’s entire body shuddered as she trembled through her climax; a large gush of clear love juice spurted out, splashing onto Ethan’s thick cock. Ethan slowly withdrew his massive cock, and thick, lustful semen trickled out, its rich white color coating her entire tender, rosy flower. This sent another wave of heat through his lower body, reigniting his desire.

“Maybe. But I’d still be careful, Lena. Someone’s watching you. And whoever it is… doesn’t want you happy.” Lena didn’t answer. Her thoughts drifted back to Vanessa and the cold promise she’d made to herself after Zara’s accident. She won’t get away with this. But now, another problem had arrived, one far bigger than Vanessa’s petty jealousy. ... On the other side of the city, in a tall building with tinted windows, Damian sat behind his desk, legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers. He looked too relaxed for someone who had just caused trouble. Across from him stood Mr. Hares the man who managed his import deals and served as his eyes at the port.

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-colored tent.

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

I try so hard to keep my hands on the back of my head as he jerks off my long clit with his fingers. "Please Master Damon," I beg and he pulls his hand away. "Just call me Master," he says in his emotionless voice. "Yes Master," I reply as he stands back from me. He goes to the grid and beckons me over with his finger. I walk over and let him attach cuffs to my wrists then clip them to a chain hanging from the grid. He then pulls it to stretch my arms up. "Remind me of your safewords," Master Damon says. "Red to stop, yellow to slow down, Master," I say and he nods. I watch as he gets a paddle and a whip then puts the whip down in front of him, keeping the paddle in his hand to use.

After she had picked the death wish, Mr Ho had her sent to the dungeons for two days and when a tiny bowl of food was given to her, she consumed it hungrily and wished she could ask for more or perhaps had eaten the food her master ordered for her in peace. After she had spent two days at the dungeon; two lonely, cold and dreadful nights, she was sent to the Harem. The place recked of sex and alcohol and for the first three days of being there, Desire was disgusted and threw up every minutes she could find. The ladies glared at her at intervals, concerned and angry about why a maid would be brought into the Harem for no just reason. She always watched the different set of men waltzed in th

At night, in my apartment, I observe the wine-red dress I sketched during my visit to Maison Dumont, now hanging on the mannequin. Illusion neckline—toide microphones. A high waist—forccessing weapons. A secret pocket—foroisons. A mafiosa must always be prepared, wouldn't you agree? In the mirror, two Daryas stare back at me: On the left: Daughter of Faina Green, who knows 14 ways to kill with a hatpin.