Harem Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

"And how is that different from you both flirting with me knowing Gavin's interested?" "My mama taught me to share." The wicked grin he gave her said more than his words and painted a picture of naked bodies intertwined, sharing erotic delights. She bit her lip so as to not gasp. "Where we come from," Parker interjected, "it is not uncommon for women to have more than one man in her life at the same time." "Oh my God, are you guys like some Mormon cult then?" Her brow creased. "Wait, I thought they believed in multiple wives."

ng аnоthеr lоаd іntо thе сum fіllеd rесtum. Thеn they wеrе done аnd they rеturnеd tо a dеер ѕlеер. It had bееn grеаt sex fоr аll thrее оf thеm аnd they would соntіnuе іn thе mоrnіng. The thrее gays wоkе uр tо thе gentle sound оf thе раttеr оf rain. It wаѕ a ѕtеаdу rаіn аnd not a heavy ѕtоrm. It wаѕ рlеаѕаnt lуіng іn bed and lіѕtеnіng tо іt. Eасh оnе got uр and tооk hіѕ mоrnіng ріѕѕ аnd thеn rеturnеd nаkеd tо bed. Bаrrу аnd Cоrу were running thеіr hаndѕ аll оvеr Dеnnу'ѕ lovely body and thеу were аll sporting еrесtіоnѕ. In consideration оf lооѕеnіng hіm uр, Barry fuсkеd Dеnnу fіrѕt. This tіmе іt wаѕ іn thе mіѕѕіоnаrу роѕіtіоn.

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”

She dumped about ten BL manga on top of the porn magazines. Ryan asked, “What are those? I’ve never seen them before.” Ryan, the super conservative of the bunch. I was surprised his eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets when he saw the porn magazines with naked girls on the covers. Jess said proudly, “They’re Yaoi manga. Have you never read them before? They tell love stories between two men, or more.” She laughed. “The artwork is very beautiful.” She said dreamily, “I particularly love the stepbrothers trope.” She turned to look at me meaningfully. “The forbidden love. The hidden feelings. The angst. Oh, it’s just so interesting and such a turn-on.”

Her word was law. However, once in the Harem, their birth rank won’t help them; it will be up to them to behave. Power games were known to happen from accidents, mishaps, and framing, and ran rampant after all; each male in the Harem wanted as much chance as the main to have a pup with their ‘mate’, as her main. Even then, this was rare unless she went into heat while her main was away, and, depending on how long her heat lasted, it affected their chances.

Darcelle's POV: “I want an open marriage, Darcelle.” Christopher says, still pounding into his personal assistant who smirks slyly at his statement. Anger boils inside me as I fight back my tears. I look at my husband of 5 years who shamelessly buries himself in another woman in front of me. “Why are you doing this to me?”,I ask, my hands shaking from restraint. He lets out this annoying laugh I once fell head over heels for.

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”