Fantasy Harem Novels & Stories

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

Kaelen’s first, obsessive as ever, pulling me into a bruising kiss. “Anything you desire,” he growls, lips trailing to my neck. Zane’s already stripping, cock hardening, rogue smirk wide. “Let’s explore every inch.” Ardyn, ever the prince, nods, shedding his shirt to reveal golden muscle. “Name it, and it’s yours.” My fangirl heart screams, my harem, ready to fulfill every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had as a BL-obsessed girl. Let’s go all in. I take charge, voice dripping with need. “Kaelen, eat me out. Zane, my breasts. Ardyn, I want your cock, my hands first.”

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

he does that and Astrid tries to calm her racing heart again. "So I just come here and I am supposed not to care when I am not around? I know you are the king. I do know! But... No one wants to share their loved one..." Astrid covers her mouth, realizing what she just stayed. Loved... Loras stares at her, his face frozen in shock. "Hypothetically!" Astrid shouts and Loras laughs at her embarrassment. "Well, hypothetically, I don't think anyone can. This is why the harem is created the way it is. So no love can flourish. Favorites have wealth and status as long as they give up love. It has worked so for decades."

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?

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I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

“Yes, I have the photo that was sent out. You know what this means? We’ll be filthy rich. I already called him and he’s on his way.” I looked between the two helplessly, trying to piece together the conversation. Sophie is still passed out on the floor behind me and I’m overpowered. I really wish I brought one of the guys with me. “What do we do with the other one?” The dark haired guy asked, licking his chops. “Whatever you want, add her to your harem if you want, I don’t care.” Jimmy shrugs. I tried to run past the men and am stopped almost immediately by Jimmy.

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.