Harem Of Woman Novels & Stories

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.

I sat down and looked to her expectantly. “So… Um. I suppose we can start with the Harem itself? This is where King Xaden keeps the women from his conquests. He usually keeps four to six girls in his private wing for himself alone, but the Harem is like his reserve. The place he keeps courtesans he’s not really interested in anymore but doesn’t want to sell yet.” My stomach rolled with every word. By the gods. How awful. “We’re currently twenty girls in the Harem. Twenty one including you now. Um…” Her nose scrunched prettily as if she was trying to think of any other details she might’ve been missing.

“You must be aware of what a harem is.” I jerked out of the pain I was drowning in and looked up at the woman's back. Her hand was no longer tugged around my arm and she didn't turn to watch me. “Yes,” I muttered. “Every woman that joins the harem fulfills her purpose to the masters the night she is brought, are you aware of that too?” My feet stopped abruptly and my heart dropped into the pit of my belly when those words hit me. That meant that I would serve them in their bed tonight.

Breeders who had been impregnated by some common wolves walked around with swollen bellies as the day of their labour drew near, while the pleasure house was the worst part of the Harem. That was what she'd heard other women call it, the pleasure house. Across every room you'd pass were women screaming and men grunting, and it only got louder and never stopped, even at night. Little Kia stood in front of her mom's room; this time her mom's screams got louder with each move she made. Her hands vibrated in anxiety as she reached out and flung open the curtains to see a man holding her mom by the mouth as her stifled screams filled the air. Her back was arched in front of him while he pushed in

Inside, a group of women gathered around a table lavishly set with an array of dishes, all turning in unison to observe our entrance. "This is the king's harem, my lady," Delilah whispered so only I could hear. "This is where his women dine and bed and are taken care of." The King's harem? I thought and almost scoffed. I was going to be reduced to a harem? I should have known better than to think men like him saw women as anything other than sex slaves. But why would he want me to join his harem? I'm not even pretty, and not half as slender as these women here. The Dark King was indeed an unpredictable man, and if I wanted to win, I had to predict him.

"You have gotten a title to your name and that is a Lady. Although you are still in a lower rank, you belonged to the king's harem." "Harem? He has an harem?" I shouldn't be surprised by that but listening to it made me wondered why he would make me his sex slave when he had an harem. I mean he could pick different women to have sex with but, I couldn't imagined why he would pick me. "How many women does he have in his harem?" I asked.

He cuts in. "See…" "You are jealous, Eva." He states again. "Just admit it." "Jealous of what exactly?" "Of my Women back at home," I feel my blood go cold at the fact that he was actually admitting it. I let out a dark chuckle. "So you do have Women at home." "Ofcourse I do. Nobles are promiscuous, right? That cannot be further away from the truth. Infact, I have a special harem for my Women."

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

Amelia bit her lip. “So your king has a harem?” she asked, not wanting to know the answer. But then she reminded herself. This wasn’t for her to even dwell upon. He can have as many harems or nymphs or sirens he wants. She wasn’t bothered. “Yes, of course! His harem has over fifty females and their head is the court concubine, Nyka.”

This is the most important thing that she has to always grave in her mind. Being a woman comes with number of expectations along with number of roles that she is expected to fulfill- as a single woman, as a daughter to her parents, as a sister to her siblings, as a wife to her husband and a daughter-in-law to her in-laws. Woman and Independence is completely metaphor to each other. Can a woman ever expect herself to do whatever she wants? Can she ever say “NO’ with a full right without getting humiliated by her family members or being scrutinized by a society’s giant microscope?