Dungeon Harem Master Novels & Stories

Master of xingque Hall: [however, I want ten sexy photos from different angles. Yuri: "......" Is it true? Haven't you been stolen your account? Does the Lord of xingque hall really have such a hobby? Yuri was full of questions, but she quickly found some photos of muscle men on the Internet and sent them to try. Master of xingque Hall: [you are questioning my memory, don't you want to cooperate with the transaction?] Yuri: "......" Where is she going to get him ten sexy photos from different angles of Fremingo?

The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge. Her master, a tall man named Dante, stood nearby. He wore black pants and a tight shirt that showed his strong muscles. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked at her. Lou's heart pounded in her chest. She was submissive, and this was what she craved. Dante picked up the whip from a nearby shelf. It was a short one with leather strands that would sting her skin.

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.

he countered. "There is no way to show you without a doubt, but if I could do anything to gain your trust it would be this" and she pulled a glowing blue dagger from its hidden sheath and handed it to him. He immediately knew it to be Veritás, Retribution’s enchanted blade. She then put her hand over his and placed her other on the blade. As quickly as lightning, she had sliced her hand and said, "I bind myself to you for the duration of this contract. I will give my life to save yours and to avenge it if I cannot prevent your demise." "That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!"

My bot is currently having a full-blown conversation with a Level 5 user. [Sea God — Philo]: Poke. [Death God — Rea (Auto-Reply)]: Hello, Darling! Welcome to DoomDash. Serving you from this life to the next! How can we help you today? [Death God — Rea (Auto-Reply)]: Reply [1] Food Delivery. [2] Proxy Attendance. [3] Bodyguard Services. [4] Manicures & Styling. [5] Debt Collection. [6] Assassinations. [7] Eyelash Extensions. [8] Voice-Acting...

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

As the light of the early morning sunrise broke through the tattered moth-eaten curtains, Seraphina’s eyes slowly started to flutter open. The hour may be early but, it was time for Seraphina to start preparations for the day. Seraphina stretched her arms above her head and let out a long yawn, she had been working into the late hours yesterday for her Master, Lady Persephone, once again restoring her to her former youth and beauty. She had no idea how old her Human Master truly was but, she didn’t look a day over 25. She had looked the exact same as she did when Seraphina was enslaved by her 18 years ago, Seraphina wasn’t Lady Persephone’s first Dhampir so, one could only guess how old she

My hands, still holding the tray, trembled as his hand began to slide under my skirt and lower my panties to my thighs. "Open your legs wider!" He whispered. I nodded slowly and followed his instructions. I opened my legs wider and let his hand touch my vagina. Goosebumps rose as I felt his warm hand press and rub my clitoris. "Oh..." I moaned as the pleasure began to fill my nerves. Mr. Max paused for a moment, took the tray I was still holding, and placed it on the tatami floor, the carpeting typically found in traditional Japanese homes. It was as if he knew I might drop the beer bottle and glass if I still had the tray in my hands.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan