Empress Harem Novels & Stories

(Patricia's POV) My steps were sharp and steady on these heels. My shoulders straight, my chin lifted high, and my eyes burned like fire, ready to burn anyone who dared look into them. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I wasn’t the same person. No... that old Patricia had died. It took a full month of hard work and dedication to become this Patricia. Because to rule this empire, I had to be this Patricia. It was my first day in the office and my first boardroom meeting as president of Smithfield Global Group. The shareholders had called the meeting, acting like they owned every decision, but I was about to crush their ego.

It rumbled in its full glory as my eyes keenly observed her gown, that latest edition Louis Vuitton dress burned me with molten lava erupted after a furious explosion. It was so difficult to control myself, but suppressing my fury, I asked her, “Please pardon me for being nosy, are you the only lady serving His Majesty? What about the other girls in the harem?” My question directly hit her aching nerve as Amara’s face lost its color for a second. The two minions behind her spoke at once to brag about their sexual relationships. “His Majesty calls us twice a month during our fertile time. He is an upright man, taking care of his females in every possible way.”

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

they say, and I just nod and walk past them Once I step through the gates, Lady Venus Hermia, one of the descendants of hermes and one of my ladies in waiting comes up to me and leads me to the women's parlor where Empress Alexandria and her daughters Imperial First Princess Giuna and Imperial Second Princess Riara are waiting for me with the Royal Tailor as well as all of our maids and Ladies in waiting Lady Venus has light brown hair, light tanned skin, and hazel eyes. Empress Alexandria has porcelain skin, big, brown, expressive eyes, and chocolate brown hair. She is a regal, dignified woman who looks every bit the empress she is.

I suddenly remembered my blunder of the century, shaking the ground below my feet. That book! I gave the rule book to Lizette for better understanding about the Royals’ traditions, the section of King’s harem had ten chapters in it. Blimey! “Is my Erasthai avoiding me because of the women in my harem?”

She read it on a book when she was bored. Apparently, in the east of Larin Continent, there was an empire named Gera. Four hundred years ago, the Gera Empire was governed by the Heisse Imperial Family. However, the current emperor that time was a lecherous man that had thousands of concubines. It didn’t matter if it was a male or female, noble or commoner. As long as it was fair and beautiful, the emperor would forcefully take them into the Palace. That’s why a lot of citizens that were fair and beautiful forced to blacken their skins or purposefully put a scar on their faces just to avoid to caught the attention of the emperor.

spoke a voice that ejected great concern and care, but Consort Elaria knew this was nothing but a facade the empress constructed whenever in the presence of the emperor. The empress was a beautiful woman; people even made comparisons between her and Consort Elaria. Consort Elaria not only had the ethereal beauty all elves possessed but gave off a gentle and noble aura. But the empress with her short silky raven hair and foxy onyx eyes carried the beauty of a seductive temptress, luring those entrapped by her beauty into her spider web and manipulated them to do her bidding without them even realizing it.

it answered so many questions, the beauty that just left was an Empress emperor Kaliel 's queen High empress Kasan Fascar. the rulers of the seven Empires of Audreit. Thier stories were used to scare children in Marsa, they inflicted fear on whichever city they conquered. it is rumored that when the emperor doesn't go to war ,the Empress Kasan does on his behalf. even in war her face would always be covered by a thin white veil , making her enemies unable to know who was delivering them to Thier death . a deathly woman with the ability to manipulate and turn cities against each other. her face was never revealed before so she didn't know how the cold Emperor's Empress looked like , whenever

He still didn’t want to lose this chance to be with her and decided to marry her. The Emperor already had an Empress that ruled the harem. It was common for men in this generation to have multiple wives, but the Emperor could only have one Empress. He could only welcome Yuna into his residence as a concubine. Yuna still chose to marry him regardless of these obstacles. He wouldn’t miss this chance.

She was gorgeous in many ways, and even then, no one dared to sully her firm and alluring curves. She was the New World Empress! "Let me go!" The Empress was ashamed and vexed; her delicate face looked furious. "Get your hands off me. Otherwise, I will have all of your heads rolling on the ground!" The Empress sounded imposing. At the same time, she struggled to break free. As the Empress, she was the mother of the continent. She was not an ordinary person, and she was also a level one Martial Emperor. She struggled incessantly; the four Scope brothers sweat profusely as they tried to hold her in place.