Harem King Novels & Stories

she said, indicating a nearby pool on the map. "Oh, but you cannot swim in that pool," Jamila informed her. "It is overlooked by the palace windows, and anyone could see you." You must swim in the pool in the women’s quarters. ‘Women’s quarters! "I honestly think I’ve stepped back in time to another century," Kate muttered. "Next, you’ll be telling me I’m to join the harem." Jamila shook her head and explained seriously, "King Kabir’s father was the last ruler to keep a harem." Since our beloved Royal Highness became King, the men of Qubbah have mostly followed his lead and only taken one wife.

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

he threw back as he made his way to the door “yes love” mave threw back making his brother go “love why is he love?” consus said, he heard as mave purred softly “because now YOU’RE my king” “i... i am?” his brother stuttered back

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

Well, I agreed with her but since King Edward was searching for a new woman, who would conceive his child, I already understood. Being part of the harem meant we were entitled because we were high-class whores for the Lycan King. But since Sarah had feelings for King Edward, she disliked the idea that there was another woman who would be her competitor in his heart. “Yeah, that's unfair. Sarah, do you forget your father is part of the council? Why did he never bother to inform you about the new rules?” “Damn it. I'm thankful you made me remember about it. I will ask my father about it, and who are the Alpha she-wolves who want to be part of the harem!” Sarah almost screamed but laughed when

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

But no! Pushing back my embarrassing fantasies, I focused on his words as he spoke seriously, “I think we should talk about my harem’s issue beforehand. It can cause problems in the future.” Vincent’s statement reminded me of ten chapters in the guidebook about a King’s harem, I wondered what was left now. “Please continue, Your Majesty. I am all ears.” He cleared his throat and looked at me, his formal tone was devoid of any emotion, “Actually, I would like to hear your thoughts about this setting. What do you feel about the concept of the harem system?”

The King grumbled. “I should fucking slit your throat, Raven.” The mercenary didn’t even flinch. He must have been used to these kinds of threats. “I’m only following your orders.” The King yawned. “Not my orders. My brother thinks bringing more women to me will satisfy my cock’s addiction. I have enough holes to fuck—this ugly woman won’t make a difference.”

While his eyes may be on the tree there, with its arrow-shaped green leaves, his attention is entirely elsewhere. In some moments, he is back in the bed with Harper. In others, he is walking across a field to a farmhouse, his catch of fish hanging over his shoulder. In a few, he is a young king, recently crowned, mourning the loss of his brother while trying to do right by his father. “You need a harem,” Hector said. “A large and healthy harem reflects the status of the kingdom.” “Yes, father,” Caleb said then, as he so often did. He’d been eager to please, wanting to be the best King he could be to follow in his father’s footsteps.