Harem Sang Sultan Novels & Stories

the girl explained. “How do you know that?” I asked, hoping my roommate wasn't one to listen and spread rumors. "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."

But no! Pushing back my embarrassing fantasies, I focused on his words as he spoke seriously, “I think we should talk about my harem’s issue beforehand. It can cause problems in the future.” Vincent’s statement reminded me of ten chapters in the guidebook about a King’s harem, I wondered what was left now. “Please continue, Your Majesty. I am all ears.” He cleared his throat and looked at me, his formal tone was devoid of any emotion, “Actually, I would like to hear your thoughts about this setting. What do you feel about the concept of the harem system?”

Are they on good terms with each other now? We run horses continuously and reached the Barbarian Kingdom at 11:00 clock. From the main door, there is a huge hall where all barbarians gathered to have a meal or to plan something. At this time of night, it was still filled with Barbarian noises. They were looking at the jewel and expensive things they stole during the raid. He was sitting on his throne, I didn't look at him instead I cover my head with my cloak back and start passing through between them. Michelle was holding my hand and walking in front of me. For a moment there was complete silence, Must be all of them staring at me but I was fully covered, I am sure nobody realized that it

Sadie’s mouth dropped open in sheer delight. “No. No way. He already went on his knees for you? Willingly?” “Sadie—” “Oh my God!” she squealed, bouncing on her heels before throwing her arms around me. “I am so proud of you. Who even needs therapy when your bastard of a warlord husband's out here groveling between your thighs?” “I didn’t make him grovel,” I muttered, scandalized. “But he did it anyway, right?” Her voice pitched up a notch. “Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.”

“The Palace concubines are intelligent. I make sure that they undergo proper training. They were mainly introduced and brought up with disciplines as practiced in the Palace. No one can easily get in or out of the Harem without my explicit instruction or permission.” The foreigners nodded in awe, lips forming and “O.” “I heard something about the favorite of a sultan is privileged,” Kent spoke and gazed at the queen intently. The queen smiled easily. “As of the moment, the sultan has no other favorite than me,” the queen said proudly. The girls giggled while the guys nodded with quite smiles on their faces. The servant who stood by next to the door just smiled at herself when she heard it fr

“With all due respect, Luna, these reforms would make us nothing more than stud animals. The Harem has always been about more than just reproduction.” Riley watched Sabrina’s face carefully, noting the slight tightening around her eyes. She was preparing for battle. “The Harem has also been about death,” she replied, her voice steady. “Seventeen men in the last twenty years across allied packs. All recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” The room fell silent. Riley could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. “Those were isolated incidents,” Elder Marcus insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. “Were they?” Sabrina’s gaze swept across the assembled males. “How many of you ha

"Because you will become the target of jealousy. The concubines will torn you apart if they did not like you There shouldn't be jealousy in the Harem, but well... A woman's heart can't help but feel jealousy." The Harem was nothing as I imagined. I always imagined that there were hundreds of beautiful women waiting to accompany the King or Prince in bed, and they wore revealing clothes and learned to dance. It wasn't like that. A harem was a "lady's castle." Only women live here. Men are forbidden. And the purpose of the Harem was to produce the members of the royal family. There were not hundreds of concubines, as people say. The King only had 39 concubines, while the Prince had 11, includi

"Sultan doesn't like anyone to disturb him in Hammam, He usually thinks and talks about his strategies in hammam alone. Sultan doesn't like women. I mean he isn't like other sultan's who run after women. He keeps himself away from women, all he loves is his work, war, and only one wife" "One wife? How many he has?" I asked. "He has only one 'Zeenat Begum' and others are the women he won in war. Sultan only talks to Zeenat Begum, they are really close to each other." "Ohh," I muttered and I realized that the King was a kind of a committed person. "Do you know choti begum, she was the one who was really excited to meet you when she heard that Sultan married a Hindu princess. She always wanted

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he addressed next, "Get on your knees before her and worship her like the goddess she is." He eagerly did as he was told. He was down on his knees in front of me in an instant. Without hesitation, he grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder in order to give him better access to my core. Riley retracted his hand and Vincent's mouth was immediately there, taking its place. I cried out as the pleasure crashed over my body, my eyes rolling back into my head as I was giving into that sensation.