Harem Hentia Novels & Stories

Her own new futa cock — even larger and more demonic than the others — stood throbbing hard against her stomach, untouched but already leaking. Lilithara looked down at her fully corrupted harem with pure, satisfied hunger. “You are all mine now,” she declared, voice echoing with finality. “Futa demons. Eternal sluts. Ready to breed and be bred for eternity.” The five new futa demons moaned in unison, crawling toward their mistress, cocks hard, pussies dripping, ready for endless nights of depraved ritual orgies. The summoning was complete. The corruption was perfect. And the chapel would never be quiet again.

"No.' I whimpered. I was in rags that were so torn in several places that it barely hid any skin. Every single part of my body was covered with bruises and scratches and blisters. Most of them were still fresh. Living in Father's house was paradise compared to this hell. I would do anything to go back even if it meant cutting off my arm. "No! Pick me." Greta, the tall, quiet redhead from the Night blood pack and the oldest of us all jumped up and declared. Everyone stared at her, shocked. There were twenty-two of us and I was his latest addition to his harem of mistresses. No, not "mistresses", sex slaves. According to the rumors, we were supposed to be twenty-six. Four died. We were his har

Then his picture, name, and other related information appeared. "Henri Fabious, 26 years of age, A+ blood type," Henri unconsciously read the information. 'From Kalantiaw to Estefan; then, Estefan to Joshua; now, Joshua to Henri," says a tiny voice from his head. She did the same, " 26 years old archaeologist, AB normal, Ahri Hauntsen. So, I am now Ahri Hauntsen. Geez, this is insane," she murmured.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

The girl’s name was Yuri Kirisawa, now Phantom XIII of the Hati elites. In Shinjuku, located in the Tokyo district of Japan, was the headquarters of Hati. The headquarters looked like any normal place of work – looking almost like an ordinary office building. But the members of Hati, as well as the top government officials of Japan who knew about Hati’s existence knew better; things are not always as they seemed.

Although I was certain his father and Max were the same person, I still had to prove it. "It's nothing special. I was just a young woman who loved sex and didn't care if I had to have sex with a married man. Maybe that's why I'm being punished like I am now. But unfortunately, I don't regret it. I like the person I was, and I want to go back to being that person, even if it costs me a very high price: my reputation." *** Kyoto, Japan September 10, 2008 "Uh...oh..." I moaned loudly as Mr. Maxime and his friend, Mr. Don, pushed their dicks deeper into my pussy and ass.

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much. Bye! AND EVERY GOOD THING COMES TO AN END!!!

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”

“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. She’d geld him first.

I asked him. “They are fucking cheaters.” “How so?” I questioned. My eyes drifted at there table. One of the boys laughed at a joke told by the bob-cut girl. “The one sitting in the middle took my spot.” He hissed. “Allow me introduce them to you.” Lucas suddenly barged in the conversation. Feeling intrigued I asked him too continue. “The girl who has short hair is Lilliana Bay, the other girl is Scarlett Hudgens. The darkish brown haired boy is Noah Reck while the one who has his hair tied in a manbun is Ryker Young.” He paused.