Harem Room Novels & Stories

No excuses. The elevator opened into a dimly lit basement level that looked more like a private sex dungeon than storage. Concrete floors, exposed beams, heavy metal hooks and frames bolted to the walls and ceiling. In the center stood a sturdy wooden breeding stand—padded leather top, adjustable height, with thick leather cuffs dangling from the sides and a bar at the back for spreading my legs. My pulse kicked up. This was where they planned to break me in.

“As far as any of us is concerned, the gathering would be in the grand hall… where consorts are not even allowed.” A ripple went through the group, interest, envy, calculation. Voices overlapped, the air tightening with a stir that could turn ugly if left alone. “Do you really think that this is the case?” “I don’t need to think about it as a case when I already know the reality.” I said casually. “You speak so boldly when you are nothing more than a new girl here.” One said, taking a step forward. “But the harem holds a lot more than what you think it does.”

He was pleased and she, not so much. I know the women of my harem are easily jealous and not kind to newcomers, but she handled herself well. She had her own tiny apartment that was built into the seventh hallway, traditionally where the concubines are housed. They have their own courtyard to share where the children are raised and then each woman has her own quarters with a sitting area. Sometimes I go to them, sometimes they come to me. I went to Nita tonight, entering her chamber without knocking. She was already asleep, blonde curls splayed across the pillow. I reached under my tunic and started rubbing myself, still hard from the memory of Tova.

“We will be waiting outside, so if you need anything just ring the bell or call out.” Since Keanna was off to bed, she didn’t need attending, so the maids bowed and left. For some odd reason, she felt as though she was being served more than any woman in a harem should be served. As she looked around the room, she came to realize it was the same room she had woken up in. The state of the room showed it was cared for constantly as it was adorned with overly luxurious items, which were quite rare in a harem. Keanna found a corner in the room and curled on the spot. She didn’t feel well. While she was in deep thought over Neil’s words, she unconsciously kept putting food into her mouth. Her bod

The second I sat down, her hand found my thigh under the table, squeezing. “Bad practice?” she whispered. I nodded. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then let me make it better.” We lasted twenty minutes before we slipped into the restricted archives room she had access to through her literature department. The door locked behind us. I pushed her against a shelf of old books, dropped to my knees, and ate her out until she came twice, her hands fisted in my hair, her moans muffled by her sleeve.

” What the hell were you thinking doing shit in public? “We weren't in public. We were in a VIP room. The only people allowed in there were two servers, me and Nichole, Joaquim and his harem.” “His harem?” Fred gasped.” “It's a joke! He has a bunch of girls who are always hanging around. They call themselves his harem. I don't think he slept with all of them.” She wasn't really certain though. “Oh my God.” Fred walked away and began tapping his forehead off the refrigerator.

Aria also bowed and left, leaving Eden and I alone. “Queen Aurora,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was no mistaking the tension in my eyes. It didn’t matter that he tried to speak kindly; I had seen too much already. I know now. The version of him I thought I understood had cracked. “What is this place?” I asked again, my voice flat but laced with disappointment. Eden looked around lazily before answering. “This is Damon’s harem.” My face tightened and Eden glared at me. “Don’t worry, Damon hardly comes here. It’s more for us; his trusted alphas, his friends.” he said quickly.

“Are you Harper? The new woman?” “Yes,” I say. The slave signals to the crier. “Prepare yourself,” the slave says as he gestures me to step forward. “Everyone in this room is going to try to eat you alive.” I don’t know what he means by that, but it sounds like a threat. “Introducing, the newest addition to the King’s Harem. Harper.” Having no other choice, I lift my head, faking bravery and indifference, and step into the Hall.

“I came as soon as I heard about it.” Was it about princess Elizabeth? If so then, the news spread faster than I thought. “How do you learnt about it so quick? It just happened” I demanded, sitting on the bed. The room became hot. I stood up to open the window but she stopped. “The harem is a big square. The women has nothing to do other than to gossip. I was upstairs cleaning the prince Alaric's room. I hope she did not say any thing you upset you” Alissa handed me a hand fan. She went to the windows and opened them .