Dream Harem Novels & Stories

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

I heard a lot of loud and muffled murmurings, which made me know there were a lot of people in the room, mostly female. I hated my poor vision. Everything looked blurry and I had to struggle to keep my eyes open to see anything. When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, I saw a very beautiful girl who was peering down at me with curious blue eyes. There was something about her face that seemed ethereal. “She must be the newest addition to the harem,” she said right in my face. Harem? As in a harem where several women were kept for men’s pleasure? I couldn’t think of anything more degrading than that. I knew Alpha Damon’s kindness would come with a prize, but not this prize.

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

How I managed to move so fast, I don't know. A smile splits her face, "Dream Husband. To me, you're my dream Husband. "She says before resting her head on my chest, and all that comes out from her lips after this, are babbles. "Christiana? "I call. "Hmm_ "She replies. I try to shake her, but she rests further on me, right now, she's like a dozing child. I pull her away from me and find her eyes shut. Her eyes are shut, but her lips are moving, and out of them comes pure gibberish.

“Have you ever opened your door to find a this absolutely gorgeous, hunky, specimen of a man standing on the other side? I’ve dreamt just that, repeatedly, to the point that I’m frustrated with myself for not having a depth of imagination to move beyond this dream guy -pun intended- and into something more substantial. I mean, all he does is stand there with a sexy smirk on his face. Night after night, I see myself in this cozy little log cabin. There’s an enormous fieldstone fireplace dominating the room. The warmth from its roaring fire permeates every crack and crevice of the small, but spacious room. Either there’s no electricity, or it’s gone out for some reason because I’m sittin

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

If I’m right, what does that mean? June 11th Am I ever going to sleep normally again? This dream was strange in a lot of ways. I was arguing with a woman. She was beautiful and familiar, though I don’t recall ever seeing her while awake. She was begging me to stop having children. She seemed furious about my harem. I was angry. Didn’t she understand I needed more heirs? Our only shifter child had been our daughter, and she was gone now. The rest had carried my blood but couldn’t become werewolves. I had to have shifter heirs.

"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?

In this mystical world where reality and dreams intertwined, she found solace, joy, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and storytelling reigned supreme. In the heart of the dream realm, Mama Hazel found herself surrounded by a chorus of whispers and laughter, a symphony of creativity that pulsed with the energy of unspoken tales and untold secrets. The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her.