Harem Men Novels & Stories

Then he said, "Well, don't you worry about that, Michelle. My ball sack isn't strong enough anymore to add you to my harem." I kissed my teeth and went to take my seat. His eyes followed me like a hawk. "You have a harem?" "Yes, I proudly do." "How did you do it?" "If you're trying to mock me, I won't tell you to go ahead, Michelle. It isn't impossible for a man like me to have one."

All of those hundred wives and mistresses of his have Human Cultivation. Even three of them had already stepped on the late stage of that rank. They were all fierce warriors and combat veterans in their own right. These harsh lands had honed them well. He assumed that this was also the reason why Ezedius did not invite even a single wife in this celebration. The big three among his harem would definitely find ways to cause trouble when they get to see each other within this dining hall. Thus, it was suicide to attack the city mayor now.

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

He isn’t a creeper, just a man who likes to be in-the-know. Harper Ward: I’m taking my profile down tomorrow after payment goes through. Damien Blackwood: Far be it for me to tell you what to do, but I like that idea. If I share you with too many men, then I won’t be able to see you as often as I’d like, little red bird. This is the most he’s ever texted me, which makes me think maybe he really does like me. Harper Ward: With you, that’s three, total. But I guess you probably knew that already.

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.”

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

It was funny thinking how he would handle the situation. I swept my tail against the dark icy floor. Once I read in a book that a man with more than one female partner living together was rare on land. Humans had many definitions for these things. One common idea was that multiple women could be considered a harem. Others referred to this as polygamy. A throuple was not far behind. Most land males often thought themselves lucky if they learned anyone had these. It was so astonishing.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

But he also saw the fire in my eyes, the way I shifted restlessly in my seat, the subtle way I pressed my thighs together when I thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me with that dark, conflicted gaze that always made my heart race. The next morning, over coffee in our kitchen, he finally spoke. “The Harem wants to expand again,” he said, his voice low and measured. “They’re introducing four new regular Daddies this week. All vetted. All powerful. They want a private party at the estate on Saturday. Eighteen men total. I’ll be there. Directing.

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