Harem Hentia Novels & Stories

""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

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.

Yet, when she looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and kissed me on the neck, I even forgot my name. I carried her to the bed, and she giggled, pulling my lower lip with her fingers. “You are so fucking handsome, Julian,” she said as I carefully placed her on the bed. “If you were an omega, I would have made you mine. Nothing would have stopped me from putting a leather collar around your neck and throwing you into my harem.” “You have a harem?” I questioned. The shock was evident on my face because we outlawed it more than a century ago. It was my great-grandfather who believed it was inhuman to treat other people like objects. “Is it still legal in your country?”

her eyes look around as if she is searching for an answer, "harem, which is the best way I can describe it. How many are there?" This is what she wants to know? Her question has me wondering what Callie must have told her when I had her check in with Freya. "Six total. You will make seven," I state. Freya's face turns sour, causing me to smirk. For some reason, her reaction is delightful to me. "Six?" she questions. She finishes her glass of wine and then pours herself another, filling the glass to the rim. "And I'm just going to have to be okay with you sleeping with them? And let me guess, I'm also not allowed to sleep with others?"

, his code name or something like that. Four years ago, I found out that he became the Russian Mafia leader and I also found out that his sister was the Deadliest assassin in the world, I've heard a lot about her. His sister's name's Azalea who's now a De Luca since she married Enzo De Luca, the Italian Mafia Boss.

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

She looked me over, head to toe, focusing on the marks that adorned the observable skin and I saw a sly smirk pull up at the corners of her lips making my blush tenfold. That was very freaking weird. Sensing my discomfort, Nikolai stood up and hugged the mystery woman lightly, and his brothers did the same, murmuring their greetings and apologies. "This is our aunt, Anastasia, she's one of the people that we wanted you to meet-" Nial introduced with soft eyes, pausing for Nadei to continue "-this is Sofia, our fiancee, тетя." (Auntie) Fiancee my ass. "It's nice to meet you, Ma'am," I politely clarified.

I sat down and looked to her expectantly. “So… Um. I suppose we can start with the Harem itself? This is where King Xaden keeps the women from his conquests. He usually keeps four to six girls in his private wing for himself alone, but the Harem is like his reserve. The place he keeps courtesans he’s not really interested in anymore but doesn’t want to sell yet.” My stomach rolled with every word. By the gods. How awful. “We’re currently twenty girls in the Harem. Twenty one including you now. Um…” Her nose scrunched prettily as if she was trying to think of any other details she might’ve been missing.

Both women were the antithesis to Harithen, small, dark, and female, where Harithen was tall and blonde, and both were regular blood slaves to his chambers. “I am afraid that I’m very… Ah,” he paused and inhaled over Aleris. She was bleeding. “F-k,” he closed his eyes. His body was telling him that he needed more blood, the effects of the dead blood and the blood letting creating a bone-deep ache. Harithen was probably f-king the blood slaves sent to him, Thaelen told himself, and had certainly f-ked Denus more than once. They were not married, and no agreement had been made to be monogamous…

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.