Novel & Cerita Harem Sang Sultan

The sentence dropped between us like a heavy stone onto the table, and only then did I realize how long he must have held it in, when he continued: “You’ve caught my attention,” he added bluntly. “I won’t complicate it. Your behavior, the fact you endured what you shouldn’t have had to endure, and the way you signaled once you finally learned — it interested me.” His gaze didn’t wander; his face was not tense; only his voice remained even. “The order of the harem is known: no coercion, but rules, a physician, a schedule. Whoever enters is mine — that is how it works — and in return they receive everything I just listed.”

The feminine man from earlier was already standing by in front of the door and he seemed quite pleased to see Levana after the treatment. “By the way, let me formally introduce myself, my name is Fauzan and I am the eunuch in charge of the harem.” “Eunuch? What is all of this about? Why am I here?” She asked. “You are now at Prince Hamza’s harem and tonight, you will join the other women to greet him back from a long day of work.” “What? I don’t understand.” Levana replied.

I held his eyes as I walked down to him. I curtsied before him and he stood up and took my hands. He helped me to my throne beside his. The crowd stood up and everybody began to mingle. "You look breathtaking" I blushed at him. "You don't look bad yourself" A small group of people came up to us and bowed. "I'm Galen, sub alpha of the south. We pledge our allegiance to King Alcius and Queen Esmeralda" "Rise" I smiled at them and they left. The next group came and bowed.

Too weak. Inside, it's an absolute war zone. Shattered glass, splintered desks, and snapped chair legs are scattered across the floor. In the center of the destruction stand two monsters. The vampire is breathtaking. Liviel was right, it's a Cain Awakened. Specifically, it's Ilius Napki, a wildly famous fourth-year elite. Ilius folds his massive crimson wings, barely fitting inside the ruined room. Silver hair sweeps over rose-colored eyes as he lowers his gaze. He looks utterly aloof—an elegant, melancholic prince standing dead center in a bloody war zone.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

As usual, I think that her appearance is a little strange. "His Majesty is summoning you" "...tch" Thinking that isn't a good thing anyway, I clicked my tongue. My father is the king who rules over the country of Elves. I who am the heir have learnt trivial manners such as Etiquette, Military Arts, and various things since I was a child. It seems that my specs are high enough to be able to deal with them relatively easily, and so I used my time playing with women whenever I was free. Thanks to that, I am now a famous lady-killer.

I should have found a way to refuse him when he came onto me, but I only did as he asked without hesitation, giving in and letting him do with me as he wished, and I did it not once, twice, or thrice, but so many times that I lost count. "You go to him, thinking and believing you will be the one he loves and opens his soul up to. I was told that he had no soul but I refused to believe it. Now, I pay the price and sit unattended while my husband adds women to his harem without any thought to how it makes me feel. All the women in Suro Kingdom must laugh at me and think of me as a fool, dreaming of sleeping with my husband while I sit and watch as the cuckquean. I hear that is what the women i

Roksolana cleared her throat to announce her presence, and Hassan paused in his action and bowed to her. Together, they sat down somewhere around the harem and began to talk. Hassan made Roksolana understand the way their culture works. She saw that there were some little differences between this sultanate and her own. Hassan also told her more about each woman of the harem. Each of their strengths and weaknesses. Those that he thought that she should avoid. Roksolana wasn't even surprised when the man mentioned Lady Miriam. The woman had never had a good reputation anywhere her name was mentioned in Roksolana's presence.

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

"Sweetheart, we're aware that we hurt you and took you from your home and are so so fucking sorry for that but we can't let you go now. You're our королева, how can we? We're too attached. We're selfish and can't let you go." (Queen) Shocked and perceiving the fury that was awakening within me clouding my brain with nothing but bloodlust and anger. I hoped that it was a tongue slip. Hoped that this was some sick joke. "What do you mean 'our'?" The question I was able to ask was fortunately strong coming and laced in sharpness. Nikolai grabbed my hand from my right side clasping it in his huge one awfully soft one. My light colored eyes snapped to his that shone with adoration, hope and love.