Harem Men Novels & Stories

The doom gang had started celebrating their success in the mission they completed yesterday. They are all in a club partying. Sting steps into the club and he is immediately surrounded by girls. Prostitutes to be precise. Sting never liked women. He hated the mare sight of them. He believes that they are all nothing but gold diggers so he treated them as he wished. Killing a woman wasn't difficult for him at all. His heart is as hard as a rock. "Hi handsome." one of the girls said. She is quite tall, six and a half feet tall to be precise. She is wearing a mini skirt which only covered her butt and her top was mainly just a net which revealed her bra covered breasts. She leaned close to Stin

Mom gasped, and I sighed. "Not them," I lied, lowering my head, and my mother came over to meet me. "Mia, you can have more than one mate, but in most cases, we do have one mate in this pack. But I know of a woman who has two mates, and some do date two to three men at a time. They call them their mates, and the mates all understand and don't get jealous. They love the woman, treat her equally, and also mate with her too. It's a reverse harem stuff. But why are you asking me about that? If it's not about Triple L, then it's about who?" Mom's eyes curiously peered at mine, and I sighed.

If his lovers couldn't accept him having other people, then how was he supposed to win the affection of the remaining five men? Was he supposed to stop the mission and focus on the ones with him now? But then... he would never regain his memories in this life. Finn felt truly exhausted. "Yes," Ethan replied. "Having multiple lovers is promiscuous, and it's dangerous to one's health." Finn felt a pang. Panic showed within his eyes as he looked at Ethan. "What if the person doesn't have a choice? What if they have to keep eight lovers?" Before Ethan could reply, tears welled up in Finn's eyes, and he lowered his head, sniffing hard. "You know, I think I used to date these eight men, but someho

It looks like a military camp. "Fred? Where are we?" I asked. "Patience, bae. You'll find out soon" He takes my hand and leads me towards the door. He punch a code and the door open, we both step in and a very large guy with about twelve other guys rushes towards us. They didn't have any clothes on, their chests muscles bulge out and their faces are so damn intimidating. I instinctively hide behind Fred, I feel him chuckles. "Boss!!" I hear them say.

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.

I asked casually, while he was pouring ingredients into his cauldron. "The King's harem." "Excuse me, his what?" The fuck? "Harem, his chosen sexual partners. He had six in total. I think..." "Show me." I was fuming, my wolf was growling. He was keeping me down here, while he has more toys to pleasure him already? What the hell? Am I going to be lucky no seven? Shit! I was so ready to kick his ass. But Maven was refusing my request. "Master Rain, you shouldn't go there. It's the king's private area."

For the past few weeks, I couldn’t finish what I started, but the result was something else whenever I was furious. I strolled aggressively towards the third floor of the manor to get laid and when I arrived at my destination, the women exclaimed their excitement. Silently, I cursed Dale for lying to the women. Dale lied I was looking for a wife, and that’s the purpose of setting it up. As a result, most of them considered the harem as a place to showcase their abilities in bed.

I couldn't throw her out, she was my mate, but at the same time, I couldn't just ignore what she had done. After Donovan left, I was boiling. I knew that I needed to do something to cool off, and I knew that there was only one thing that could do that. I summoned my harem, and within minutes, the women arrived in my chambers, ready to satisfy me. The harem of women were all dressed in nothing but lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. They were all different sizes and shapes, but each one of them was beautiful in their own way. Some had long, flowing hair that cascaded down their shoulders, while others had short, curly hair that framed their faces. Their bodies were toned and sleek, a

“Still hungry.” “Dominic— I can’t—” “Yes, you can.” Dominic turned him around on the counter, bent him over the cold marble. Elias barely had time to catch his breath before Dominic was inside him again — slower this time, deeper, grinding into him like a man who didn’t just want sex, but something deeper. “You don’t get it, do you?” Dominic rasped into his ear. “I’m not trying to seduce you anymore. I already did. Now I’m ruining you for anyone else.”

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a