Genshin Impact Harem Novels & Stories

Raisa hesitated, still searching my face for some kind of hint that I couldn't be trusted, but finally, she sighed, "Each of us consorts has a designated day. Sometimes he forgets our names and calls us by that day. It's some kind of obsessive, fastidious fetish to only bed us on that schedule. I always wonder how he's not exhausted, f*cking a different girl every single night even when all he wants is an heir as soon as possible. Anyway, he never skips except when he's out conquering the rest of the world or whatever." Her candidness pleasantly surprised me. So quickly she'd dropped both acts I'd seen from her: gone was the composed elegance; gone was the cold indifference. "He always makes

The only thing stopping me was the fact that they looked important, dangerous if I might add. “Nyxion, Varek, that is not the point right now. I mean, she is disgusting but what even troubles me more is the fact that it's a Harem. HAREM!!” He stressed and I wrung out the water from the wash cloth I was holding. “I can't let this get in my way. Let's find Talon and settle what we came here for.” Nyxion ordered, staring me down and they all nodded simultaneously walking away without sparing me a glance.

""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

The nurses must have thought I was still unconscious, because they made no effort to keep their voices down. "He's that famous guy, isn't he? The groom whose wedding got postponed nine times?" "That's him. It was all over the news. I don't know what he's holding on for. The bride obviously doesn't love him." "They traded sighs for a moment, and then one of them suddenly pointed across the hall, her voice rising with excitement. "Look over there. That's the Prescott heiress with some guy at the pharmacy counter, and she's fussing over him like he's made of glass."

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

“Yes, of course. I do!” Damon moved first, hovering over me, to position his already throbbing length to my entrance. He slammed into me, slaps of skin on skin echoing in the safe room. Then, Julian followed after, pumping in and out. Then, Christian flipped me around, having me in all fours and slamming into me. This was my new life and I couldn't be so lucky to be this blessed with three huge dicks at once.

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When Liam showed me the offer, our biggest fight yet erupted. We argued for hours. Liam was torn between pride, burning jealousy, the dark thrill he still felt, and genuine fear that he was losing control of our relationship. I was torn between my deep love for him and the overwhelming, addictive pull of being used by large groups of powerful men. The Harem called an emergency meeting that same night. After intense discussion, they reached a compromise: I could accept the offer, but four senior Harem members would accompany me as “protection,”

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Tiana chimed, tilting her red-head to Quinn's direction and I chuckled at how she encoded the tables in the school cafeteria like some board of chess. Tianarose Hartley, my holiday girl. She was a closeted lesbian contented in her own contracted wardrobe. She came out to our cheerleading team but not entirely to the whole school. I called her my holiday girl because we had this game that every special occasion, we had to make out. Whether it is Thanksgiving, independence day, or her dog's birthday, our game would engage flawlessly. We had no pinky string attached to each other because we had a mutual understanding regarding that matter and we also had this invisible decorated wall between us