Harem Room 소설 & 이야기

I exhale, forcing myself to forget everything. The warriors escort me through a massive house, its interior just as grand as its exterior. The hallways stretch endlessly, the air thick with the scent of wood, leather, and something undeniably masculine. We finally stop before a door—twice my height, made of dark oak, with intricate carvings of wolves and moons. Another of the warriors bows his head. “This is the mating room.” As the words leave his mouth, my heart pounds in my chest. Before I can speak, they turn and walk away, the heavy thud of their boots fading down the hall.

Some of the women in here looked very young, and it seems like they were being forced by The Council to engage in these activities. My heart broke when I saw a very young teenager in the Faerie room hold onto a young baby. She peered up at me with pitiful eyes, but all I could do was stare. “Aha! We’re here. This is your room.” Kamala gestured to a dark room. This room had the "Lycan" label written on top of it. Unlike all of the other rooms, this one was unlit, and only the shadow of one man could be seen. All the other rooms were congested, but the “Lycan” room only had one person. Were Lycans really that rare?

He gave my hand a sharp, silent squeeze. "The Strategy Room is in the east wing," Elira noted, pointing down a corridor lined with tapestries. "As are the training pits, the war-room, and the private theater. The kitchens are west, but you shouldn't need to hunt for your own meals here. Pick up any house-link and press 2 for service. There is a full bar in the Strategy Room and another in the banquet hall." "An actual theater?" I asked, my voice echoing in the high ceiling. "In a private residence?"

He could still hear the words of the mysterious woman echoing in his mind. “The Crimson Vault is not what you think it is. And neither are you.” That single statement had stirred up more questions than answers. It rattled him more than the threats of his enemies, more than the schemes of the Red Ledger. Because this wasn’t about enemies outside anymore this was about who he was and what he might become. Inside the War Room The next morning, the atmosphere in the estate’s underground chamber was heavy with urgency. Maps and documents littered the table, while holographic projections flickered in the air. His lieutenants Kola, Ibrahim, and Adaora were already waiting, their faces grim.

I heard a lot of loud and muffled murmurings, which made me know there were a lot of people in the room, mostly female. I hated my poor vision. Everything looked blurry and I had to struggle to keep my eyes open to see anything. When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, I saw a very beautiful girl who was peering down at me with curious blue eyes. There was something about her face that seemed ethereal. “She must be the newest addition to the harem,” she said right in my face. Harem? As in a harem where several women were kept for men’s pleasure? I couldn’t think of anything more degrading than that. I knew Alpha Damon’s kindness would come with a prize, but not this prize.

By the end of the night, I was a complete mess — covered in cum, holes gaping and leaking, body trembling from countless orgasms. Liam carried me to a private room and reclaimed me one last time, slow and deep, whispering how proud he was of his Gangbang Princess. But the Queen was not satisfied with twenty-six. She wanted more. The first club tease happened two weeks later. The Harem had arranged a private room at an exclusive underground sex club. Twenty-eight men this time. The room had one-way mirrors, allowing select guests to watch from the outside.

I'll screen them out, leaving six. I bagged in without knocking, hoping to see a room full of guys, then I scanned out the two, pointing at them and giving an excuse as to why I didn't need them in my harem again. To my shock, the room was empty as I scanned from the left, since it was very large, just like a mini-hall. The moment my eyes drifted towards the right, I screamed in shock, stepping backward with my eyes poked out wide. “Constantine!”

"If you play it right, you can get a male to do anything you want and they'll never know. The key is making it seem like they are the ones making the decision." "And flattery," I guessed. She looked at me with raised brows. "Quick learner. This is the harem hallway, though we just call it the harem," she told me after we ascended the stairs. At the first door, painted black, she said, "This is the parlor." I tripped on the carpet. "I'm sorry, the what?" "The harem," Raisa repeated without missing a beat. She nudged me directly in front of the door and turned the knob. It swung open, and my jaw dropped at what I saw inside.

I managed to ask. "Believe me, Shemika, you'll love it. This isn't a punishment, this is an opportunity for us to explore and to be explored." Synn chuckled lightly then she continued, "Everything inside that room is about intimacy. The experiences are luxurious. Just think of it as a safe, secret hideaway for passionate moments.” She paused to swallow the lump of excitement that's tugging in her throat. “Shemika, that room is filled with sweetness mixed with danger, but it's fun all the way, come-on it's a harem night, baby girl" Synn couldn't just control her excitement and I'm still surprised why she's so obsessed with harem. Slowly, she's making me feel the sweetness of it all and I was

Not that it had worked before but maybe three was a charm. In the harem, everyone had their rooms but a communal bath and toilet. Both facilities were large, had running water hot and cold, and were diligently cleaned every other hour or so. As I rounded the corner to the baths, I tripped and fell skinning my knee. Rather I was tripped. Four harem women stood, glaring at me unrepentantly, I couldn't tell who had done it. I didn't even know their names. What could I have possibly done to warrant that?