Harem Of Woman Novels & Stories

“I keep a harem here for my own feeding, the kitchen is well stocked with anything you could desire.” I hadn’t seen another soul as we walked through her home, the mention of a harem and a stocked kitchen left me confused. I wondered if those she kept were human or supernatural and if they stayed of their own free will. “You would be surprised how many humans, especially in these modern times, willingly become an amour for a vampire.” She chuckled, accurately interpreting my silence. “All of the men and women in my harem are here of their own volition, they can leave at anytime so long as they agree to have my existence and location glamoured from their mind.”

"I grew up here and have not found my mate yet, so I was chosen to join the harem. Nikita hadn't found hers yet either but because of her family name, she isn't in the harem. The king likes to visit her room for sexual interactions, she basically thinks she is better then us all, and is in charge of us harem ladies when our supervisor isn't around." Oh that's just great. The woman I found sucking on my mates shaft is the woman also in charge of the harem. Can my life get any worse than it already is?

"There are many beautiful women who have been paraded before me by the new empress. Mother, even from her confinement, has set a match with a prominent woman from her clan. Everyone is telling me how this match is great. Every one of my three concubines has talents which are unparallel in the class of woman in Caiwong. I am told, I am the most fortunate of men to have such an extensive harem where all of these differences are present. The sons of my lineage will be the most of any number of personality traits. The speech is like I'm choosing between horses to ride into battle." "Of course, the nature of women who will enter the harem is as a mother and women who can survive the plots.

FIVE YEARS LATER The smell of sex mixing with the aphrodisiac candle was the loudest scent in the room before the moaning from three men and two women. I felt the men I pain to serve me, thrusting so deep from behind as I knelt between Gwen’s legs, playing with her clit as another man kissed her lips sloppily while being fucked like an animal from his ass. This was what every horny woman’s wish for sexmas, to have a harem full of handsome, gorgeous and sexily young bodies with a woman to balance the stress as you bath in young lustrous sperm and have your body ache and arch in pleasure and pain then rewarded with young beauty.

Blue Shrew sighed dramatically, then made her slow, sultry walk back to her chair. Beige locked eyes with Ivy. Here at least there was some intelligence. "Being part of a harem means being part of a sisterhood. Can you live and work with thirty women and not cause trouble?" Thirty women? Had Ivy heard her right? Who the hell needed thirty women? Ivy smiled sweetly. "I'm not a troublemaker. I'm a trouble-ender." "If ending that trouble means keeping your mouth shut, can you do it?" "Whatever is good for my prince is good for me."

"Where are the other women?" Once, Damon's father had a harem of slaves and tributes filled with the finest women he could get his disgusting hands on. Those who hadn't faded over the years, hadn't escaped, or been killed by the former king, Damon had freed. Along with every other captive the wolves had held, though wolves didn't usually like to keep prisoners in the first place unless they served a purpose. "There are none. Men, women, or otherwise." He took a step closer to her, and Scar tensed but didn't move away. "You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are "

It felt as though I was just another piece of his collection of women, a trinket to be stored away until he desired me again. I had hoped I would not return to the harem, but it was where he wanted me, and the sweet, familiar scents of jasmine and sandalwood greeted me once again as I entered the harem. The other women sat on silk cushions, smoking or drying their skins off or indulging in whatever hobbies they thought would make them more attractive to Alpha Grey.

I chuckle as I see her face go red, her fists clench. I step closer to her so I am now in control of this narrative. “You see baby doll, you aren’t that special, if he is fucking other woman. You claim to be his goomar,” I scoff and look at her. “Another word for his whore, so I wonder are all the other women his goomar’s too or are you all part of a harem? How does that work? Do y’all work on a schedule?” I laugh as she loses her composure when she lunges for me.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

She sighed again, this time in defeat. "A few people...mostly my sisters....but no one had tried that yet so..." she raised her hips as a hint. He ignored her and brushed his lips against her cheek. "Well you're a hell of a lot warmer than the others' women." Women? Which women? "Whose?" "'Family business' others. They tend to keep little harems... mind you some tarry only with nymphs...and they're notorious." "Notorious for what?" "Being cold fish." He was petting her stomach, and his teeth were nipping at her neck, but her mind was intently focused elsewhere.