Harem Room Novels & Stories

With that thought, I gulped it all in one go and my head swam afterwards. My head was already swimming in the clouds by the time I settled down for the game. The game took place in one of the rooms hidden from the rest of the venue. The walls were a velvet red, gold chandeliers hung above them and a queen sized bed – in which Anika had to kick out a couple about to get it on. But for some reason, it felt like I was inculcated into a special secret cult and the little fifteen year old girl inside me was squealing, an added plus that I was now drunk too. Everyone had gathered on the floor, surrounding a gold champagne bottle. The players consisted of Mickey, Tobias who were seated to my left,

Aria blushed. “It isn’t considered rude to stare at the naked people. It’s a compliment. So don’t worry if you get caught staring. Let me show you around before I take you to my room to meet my harem.” I smiled. I pulled Aria along while I showed her everything in the house, making sure to point to the door that led to the room for the Vasili’s harem, and which room was his. I opened the door to my bedroom and was met with eight curious faces.

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-colored tent.

she said softly, eyes lingering on me like she didn’t want to. “Yeah,” I murmured. “Okay.” She left. And Nial didn’t waste a second. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s see if your body remembers what your brain doesn’t.” The training room was in the west wing—converted from what used to be a ballroom, apparently. Ornate molding and chandelier mounts still clung to the walls, but the floor had been stripped and fitted with reinforced mats. The air smelled like sweat and grit and something old beneath it all—like history.

She was interrupted when I slammed into her again, the connection of her meaty ass on my laps slapping and resounding through the whole room. I had tried to avoid my harem in the past couple of days but it didn't seem to be working. I always found myself coming back to them, needing them more than ever. I couldn't wait to move on to the next woman, who was there on the floor, fingerings herself while she watched us fuck. Her close-up entrance was wet and slick, and needy for my cock. I was lounging in my chambers with my harem, enjoying their company and conversation, when suddenly my door burst open. My sister, wild-eyed and furious, stormed into the room, screaming at me.

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.

Every step carried her deeper into a world that wasn’t hers. At the end of a long corridor, they entered a room unlike any she had ever seen. The harem chamber. The floor was covered in red and gold carpets. Cushions lined the walls. A pool of rosewater glistened at the center, reflecting the moonlight through the carved windows. Several women lounged on the cushions, their eyes heavy with secrets. They looked at her with something between pity and silence. None of them spoke. The attendant unhooked the chain from her ankle and gestured to a silk cushion near the pool. “Sit.”

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

Bonus Chapter 28 – Post-Game Hotel Mirror Sex (Rookie Year, After Big Win) Dante POV The hotel room smelled like victory sweat, hotel shampoo, and the faint citrus of Eli’s cologne. The only light came from the fairy lights he’d insisted on stringing before I even left for the stadium—thin golden strands looped along the headboard, draped over the wide mirror above the dresser, because “hotel rooms need ambience, Dante, even when you’re playing in a different city.” I’d rolled my eyes, called him ridiculous, but I’d held the damn tape while he climbed onto the chair and arranged them just so. Now those lights were the only thing keeping the room from being pitch black, casting soft, warm hal

Her mother gave her a wanung gaze and she shrugged innocently in response. “Why don’t you take River to get settled in?” Ashley asked, and Talia was already pulling me away. “Here you and Taylor would share this room.” She pushed open the door to the room that seemed to be his childhood room. My head whipped to her so fast I was afraid it would snap off. I knew in a huge house like this they had enough room but they still wanted to stick me in here? She pulled an innocent smile that hid her intentions sloppily.