Fantasy Reverse Harem Books Novels & Stories

That startled me, and Biel took my hand immediately. “I am Alis,” the fairy said. “And that grimoire is a divine object, but I think you know that; however, you have no idea what it does or what it's linked to.” I sighed, and she held out her hand for me to give her the grimoire. I gave it to her confidently, due to the fact that the grimoire really belonged to them as defenders of the wasteland. Alis touched the book and blew fairy dust on it.

“I….I saw you…last night. With…in Daniel’s room.” Uncle Oliver started laughing uncontrollably. I don’t know what he found so funny. “Oh my, I thought I saw the door open.” “Why are you laughing? You were cheating, or…she was cheating, on your brother.” Oliver laughed again, “Oh, Sarah. It’s not what you think. Daniel and Suzanne have a different kind of marriage than most. You see, they only consider penetration as sex. So, what you saw me and her doing, well, that was with Daniels’ consent.”

"I'm sure you could read on my Kindle." And so he did; he read a few actually as we laid in bed that week. And he grinned, beamed even when he rubbed his cock whilst reading one of the smuttiest books I had. It was a reverse harem, and the scene of which I read more than once was the girl being shared by three men. I read over his arm as I pretended to read the actual book in my hand. I was horny too. "Oh, the things Josh and I could replicate," he groaned as I climbed down the bed to help him with his erection.

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

The book was just in the living room on the coffee table. She graced me with a smile that dazzled me and left my heart fluttering. “I have a cheesy romance novel about dragons on mine.” “Dragons, you say.” My grin widened. “Yeah,” She blushed as she folded up the wrapper from her now finished sandwich and tucked it under her drink cup. “I like shifter romances.” “Maybe I can borrow it sometime?” I said, watching her cheeks heat up with a blush. “I don’t know, it’s a bit… Graphic.”

He gave a slow, respectful nod. Elder Grendel grunted, a sound that might have been approval. Lyra the witch watched me, her fiery hair flickering. "Three domains. Interlocking. It is… a novel approach for shifters. Can three wills truly share a throne without it cracking?" Noah answered, his hand finding mine, his other clapping Neal's shoulder. "It is not one throne. It is one realm. And we are not three wills. We are one bond in three bodies. The Triarchy is the expression of that bond."

The way his hand had gripped my waist when he kissed me back for those few seconds. I imagined him pushing me against the wall, his big hand sliding up my thigh, his mouth claiming mine again but deeper this time and hungrier. I pictured his fingers slipping under my dress, pushing my panties aside, rubbing my soaked pussy before sliding two thick fingers inside me. I slipped my hand under my dress, pushed my panties aside, and touched myself. I was soaked. I pushed two fingers inside, moaning softly as I fucked myself to the fantasy. I imagined Victor’s deep voice in my ear, growling, “You came to me for revenge… but now you’re dripping for your husband’s enemy.”

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.