Harem Literotica Novels & Stories

It sat in a raised stone-well and was large enough to at least be six-foot deep and perhaps three times that size across. If she didn't know better, she would have guessed that this was some sort of harem room. Something she had only ever heard about or read about. Charlotte was aware that there were some vampires that enjoyed keeping things like this, just as there were humans who signed up to be part of a harem. But if this was a true harem, where the servants weren't technically employed, then she would have to guess that all the women that occupied this space were vampires. "Girls, come over here!" Rimidal's voice boomed throughout the large room.

"You know they like you but you never bother to reject them. Aren't you just stringing them along?" "What I'm saying is," Calista explained. "not only did I not reject them, I also made them a promise. I'm not trying to string them along. What I want is a harem. This much is nothing to me. I have three thousand other men waiting for me. I plan to swap out my men every day." She watched as Lily turned green with anger. "Jealous? Of course, you would be. The only ones who want to sleep with you now are old men who want something out of you."

"My wife isn't a filthy little slut like you. But since you are, yeah, I'm gonna fuck that ass. And don't worry, I'll sweeten the deal for you." Letty grinned, a wicked, unholy sight, and slid off him. Dropping to all fours on the floor, she hiked her ass high, spreading her cheeks wide, giving him a full view of her twitching, wet hole, ready and begging for more. She hawked up a fat, shiny wad of spit into her hand, then slathered it greedily over her asshole, rubbing it in deep, lubing every inch. A moan tore from her throat as she shoved her fingers inside, twisting and scissoring them to stretch her tight ring wider, forcing it to yield and gape for him.

Or, as his mind slyly reminded him, as pack law permitted, share her. Were he human, the thought of sharing a woman, any woman, with another man would have horrified him, sent him running. And the human part of him cultivated at their schools did recoil, but his Lycan side that had grown up in a polyamorous household didn't care. It wanted this woman no matter what. He'd heard the orgy stories from other mated groups, seen the movies. Hell, his own mother had shared her bed with all his fathers, sometimes at the same time-a mental image he blocked quickly. Group matings were a part of his heritage, and while he'd never actually thought he'd indulge, he no longer found himself so sure. Who am

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

Brodie, who had been silent for a while now, spat out his cider. “So you mean for the main it's like a weird p**n show, then he gets to fuck her afterwards just to remind those of the Harem that they are below him. And he's the boss even in that bedroom.” “Basically, yes, but in Luna’s Harem bedroom, the Divine Chamber is a specialised suite there is the Alpha chair where he watches from a circular bed and bunk beds in a side room for when the main is away and the Luna is in heat four males are picked by the main to mate with her and they can’t stand in the main bed afterwards that aren’t equals even once the main rituals are done the Alpha and Luna stay in the main bed over night the Harem

I open it and start going towards the Harem. I have not entered a harem for a long time. The last time I had come here was maybe one year before the war. When I entered the harem, all the slaves were lined with their heads bowed. These all women just want my attention but they don’t know that they are not even a bit like Isabelle. Without glancing at any of them, I move towards Isabelle’s room. When I entered her room, I saw a little light which was only because of some candles near the bed. Why is there so much darkness here? Candles should be here to properly illuminate the room. I will ask about this from Lillian tomorrow.

"I don't want to sleep, and I don't want to be alone." "Okay. If you change your mind, just let me know." With that, he sat behind his desk and sent out the videos. He sent them in a group chat that I was included in. When I received my phone back, I couldn't play the videos, too embarrassed that I had allowed my libido to override my brain. What would the others think? "That is sexy AF." - Riley sent. "Damn! I'm rock solid and up on a damn roof right now. This is so not fair!"

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.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated: