Harem Island Novels & Stories

The pale moon was all she could see if she was searching for it, however, even that was hidden by the bright lights. There were men on top of the wall. They control the beams of light, rotating them toward her and the mercenary. From below, a speaker turned on, filling the air with static. “State your name and business!” She didn’t see guns, but she felt like they were on her. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. She tensed as the mercenary leaned back. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until his unintentional body heat was removed. “The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.”

Rita’s eyes were still glued to my phone screen. Her breathing grew heavy as she reread the message. For a second I thought she might panic — but then her thighs pressed together and I smelled a fresh wave of arousal flooding from her pussy. “They’re coming for us…” she whispered. Her voice wasn’t scared. It was excited. “The rogues want to breed us.” I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. “We can run right now. Jamaica. Vegas. Anywhere.”

I whispered the confession, feeling a bit vulnerable. "I didn't like it either," he grinned, pulling me in for a more intimate hug. As he held me, I heard him turn off the stove before he moved us to the island. His hands roved over my body teasingly as his mouth fused with mine in a deep, sensual kiss. "I love that you are wearing my shirt," he breathed. "I'll have to give you one with my name on it." I chuckled. "Possessive much?" "Can you blame me?" He asked, hoisting me up onto the island countertop.

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 entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

Joker asked. “The Island is a place that houses several facilities. There’s Pink Velvet, which is a basic whore house and training facility. Then there is the Pleasure Palace where women who aren’t bought at auction after three tries go. They’re there to service elite members and provide them with children from good stock and then there’s Dark Desires. Dark Desires is for people like me who won’t submit. I can’t even begin to describe the things that happen there. All I can say is that there have been three people who have died while living in the facility.” She said, sighing.

Even she wanted to be protected by the one she loves sometimes. Unbeknownst by Issei, he will get a harem whether he likes it or not, of course by the time he found out about it, it will be all too late because he will already have a big amount of women following him around everywhere he went. Not that he minds it that much later on...

Anna turned back to the computer screen as a new page finished loading and came up. “So this temple is in Greece?” Amaris looked at the computer screen as Anna pulled up a map on a new page. “Yes, it is on one of these tiny islands off the coast. It was meant to be an island for werewolves only. It is hidden from the rest of the world through a powerful spell cast by the witches in the same year the original soothsayer died. The island has been a secret ever since, but according to my Dad humans still get on the island by mistake from time to time, so they have to keep the secret and hide like us.”

What are they talking about? “The island, Aaron's private island where you will honeymoon later, is a very beautiful small island, with complete facilities, of course,” Aamber continued her words and smiled at Laurel, making her confused about what to respond. “Aaron has a beautiful house there complete with his servants. There is a small village at the bottom of the hill containing only fifty families, most of whom work for Aaron. The island is a beautiful little paradise, I'm sure you will love it there.” They're going to the island? So they won't go back to their city? Laurel had to ask Aaron's plans, or else she'd be preoccupied with surprises she wouldn't have thought.

I stretch, pop on my powerbeats and set off on my run. How can I explain this? So, by now you know that I live on an island, what you don’t know is that this is MY private island. Obscured by magic to the outsiders, and with a 70% female population we are almost like the Amazonia’s. Powerful warrior women, full of knowledge and expertise. The other 30% is 10% children, and 20% male population. Don’t get me wrong we do get visitors, every 10-15 years a new batch of trainees arrive, all pre-teens, all with the dream of becoming scroll keepers. They are the most knowledgeable of our kind, for they study our history from the beginning of time. The Citadel, otherwise known as La Torre degl’ Illum