Harem Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

“I have already told you that I will not be your lover no matter what you do. I am married to your nephew and I refuse to defile myself and ruin my marriage by sleeping with you. That will never happen.” “Is that a dare?” “It’s a fact. I will not be your sex slave, Nikjin Whitehound. Never!” He chuckled. “I like females like you because your type is usually the sweetest after they have been broken, and I will surely enjoy breaking you to pieces and molding you back to my taste. You should have returned to your world with that dream stone when you had the chance to, and let Edvana deal with this time. This is beyond you, Erin, but it is too late to turn back now. You wanted to witness the war

Levi murmurs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and guiding me back into the palace. He leads me back to my room where he shuts the door, locking it behind him. "While Salem is distracted, I think now is a good time to finish our little chat." he states, and I nod in agreement. "Will you have a threesome with me and Salem?" he asks, just throwing it right out there as I look at him in surprise. "Um...what?" I reply, wondering if I've heard him wrong. "Salem... has never been with a girl before. He's always wanted to experience it but has never made a connection with anyone special enough to try it. Until now that is, and of course I want to be involved in it too." he explains, smirking at t

PRECIOUS "It's your turn Preclious," Nate yelled, "Have you ever fantasied about fucking five boys at once?" I stared at Nate, my heart pounding rapidly. He just smiled slowly, not taking his eyes off me. I would be a terrible liar to say I haven't. I had fantasized about it. In all those harem stories I read, my mind had always wondered what it would feel like to have multiple men completely surrounded by me, filled in all sides with their cum, and getting touched all over.

“No, Tatum, not at all. It’s just...we told him that was a dumb thing to ask. You’re already under so much stress and we know you’d never say no to Nat. Plus, just months before, he’d asked one of us to take care of those needs for you.” My eyes bulged at what I heard. “Excuse me? what?” Remy sighed. “He wanted us to handle the sex stuff for him. Because he couldn’t anymore and you seemed so sad and lonely. We were like, ‘Hell no. We are not doing this.’ But he said he would rather the next man you sleep with be familiar and not a stranger. But we said nah, so I guess he concocted this Coverts plan.”

“Though I never really thought I would be part of a harem at all.” “I did,” I say. “But I didn’t think that I’d like it.” The only way to be with a woman, as part of a pack, is either to be bonded to her as her alpha mate—in other words, ordered by your alpha to be together—or to be one of her secondary lovers, taking her to bed but always having to give her up when she’s trying to conceive.

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.”

The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?" I cast a wry smile at him. "Professor, sometimes ignorance is bliss." Randy, always eager to enlighten, explained, " 'Harem' means one man dating multiple women at the same time!" The professor frowned, his disapproval evident. "Oh, this won't do! One should be faithful!" "It's just a novel! But what intrigues me about this one is the male lead; I've never seen a protagonist in a harem novel this hard to pursue!" Randy said.

“But don’t think he won’t try to seduce you.” She cleared her throat and fussed with the veggie tray. “I should warn you, when a man sleeps with a woman it’s the same as marriage here. A Haunt can mate only once, and once the body fluids mix…” She raised her hands in defeat. “Like it or not, you bed him, you wed him.” Andrea squinted in confusion. “And how many wives does he have?” The thought of joining a harem repulsed her, not that it would come to that.

“So!” Faiza says, flopping into her chair and cooly lifting the heels of her boots onto her desk as she grins wickedly at me. “I like the new addition to your harem. He’s cute.” She again wrinkles her nose. My hands still in the process of unwrapping my breakfast as I lift my eyes to hers, shocked. “My…harem?” “Sure,” she says, grinning deeply, “your little harem of Alpha boys deeply dedicated to serving your every want and need. I have to admit, I’m a little jealous. If you’re ever looking to loan them out –“