Harem Master Novels & Stories

When they arrived at the Qis' old mansion, Qi Haipeng was standing in the courtyard, telling the servants to prepare the things needed for the sacrificial ceremony tomorrow, and several servants in the family were driven around like a spinning top. Thomas walked in and called out, "Father." Qi Haipeng heard the voice and turned around. Jessica looked at the old man and felt that he was older than the day she came back. The Old Master was dressed in a white Tang suit, and his hair was also white. If it weren't for the bitterness on his face, he would look like an immortal. Jessica looked sad. She and Thomas called him old master in private, but in fact, he was only 60 years old. How old could

""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

The instant burning sensation was there as the orgasm built. "Wait," he commanded. I wasn't sure if he was telling me to wait, or the others. But it was damn near impossible. "When Riley cums, you are going to swallow everything he gives you like the good girl you are," Tristan ordered gruffly. I wasn't used to any of this. Of being told what to do. Of being taken in this way. It was a damn high all on its own and I knew I was going to get addicted to this real quick.

My body convulsed, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I sucked on his cock, which was right in front of me, a large, long one that made me struggle to fit it all the way into my mouth. I could feel the vibrations in his body, looking down at his legs. I began to feel a strong urge from deep inside my pussy, as if something needed to explode. "Oh..." I moaned as the urge grew stronger. "I need to cum, Master Max!" I said, realizing that the urge was like a torrent of water that I needed to release immediately.

Breasts of varying appearances dangle in front of my face, cushioning the back of my head. Large and bulbous, small and perky, double D cups, tiny dark nipples, large pink nipples. My harem has it all. “You seem so tense, Master..” Lily, number 8 of my harem, whispers, biting the side of my neck slightly. “I am fucking tense.” I grumble. “We'll fix that,” My number 5 says, an exotic beauty with shining bronze skin, and a sinfully curvy and soft ass, “We always do.”

he asked softly as he wiped my tears. "I love you so much, you also never leave me," I said while sobbing. "No way," he said with a smile. "But, aren't you tired of having a possessive husband like me, hm?" "No, I love you very much, I will always love you, Deffin Wirata, my husband, you have always been my beloved possessive Young Master." ~The end~ * * * * That is all and thank you****

"You must promise that you will never again sell yourself into such slavery. Find a job as a cook, marry for love, and raise children whom you will devote your life to." "I promise I will never again sell my body in such a manner," she replied to him breathlessly. Her bosom almost did jump from between her laces before he pulled them back together. It startled her, but only for a split second. Then she startled him by hugging him. She stepped back as though someone had pinched her out of a beautiful dream she had not wanted to leave. "But, Sire," she said cautiously, "Madame will not let me leave just because a hooded man says so."

"Do you really like being shared with other men?" "I do, sir. It converges with some of my deepest and most erotic fantasies. I began this journey because Master noticed me reading reverse harem novels. Are you familiar with them?" "Yes, he discussed it when he first talked to me about what you were doing." "They strike a deep chord with me. To be put in submission and submit to men who desire to master me and put me in chains. Perhaps I'm partly exhibitionist, because I'm as aroused as I can be when I'm placed on the auction block and inspected by potential buyers like a piece of meat, not knowing who will purchase me and what they'll do to me once they own me. Master was willing to fulfill

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.