Harem X Male Reader Novels & Stories

The bedroom was dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting a warm, golden glow over the sheets. Harper lay in the centre of the bed, propped against the pillows, wearing nothing but one of Malakai's oversized button-down shirts. The sleeves were too long, the hem nearly reaching her knees. Her cheeks were flushed, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric as she waited. The bathroom door creaked open. Malakai stepped out, limping slightly, a white towel tied low around his waist. Water still clung to his skin, sliding down the defined lines of his chest and abs. His hair was damp and tousled, the long strands falling over his forehead and cheekbones.

Just the sound of belts unbuckling, zippers dropping, fabric hitting the floor. Steve rose, mouth glistening, and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he stroked his cock slowly, thick and already leaking. Emmanuel turned me so my back was to the leather couch, then sat and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. His cock long, heavy, veined nudged at my entrance but didn’t push in yet. Instead he spread me open with both hands, displaying me to the other two. “Look at this perfect cunt,” he said, almost reverent. “Dripping for her kings.”

Alex's hand found my thigh, his fingers tracing a path up to the apex of my legs. He slid one inside me, and I gasped. "You're so tight," he said, his voice strained. Jack watched, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to feel that," he said, his hand moving to his own pants. They positioned themselves around me, their bodies a wall of heat and desire as Alex guided Jack's cock to my entrance, and with one swift motion, Jack pushed inside. The sensation was a delicious fullness. Jack's rhythm was unrelenting, his eyes locked on mine as he drove into me. Alex's mouth found my nipple again, his other hand playing with the wetness between my legs; the pressure built, a crescendo of sensation that ha

I moan loudly, as my body begins to tremble, making him moan against me as Salem moans from behind me at the sight of us. I feel as Levi trembles under me, his moan vibrating against my pussy as he fills Salem's mouth with his cum while continuing to eat me out as I cum one final time. Finally letting me go, I instantly flop down next to him, my body completely spent. Levi pulls both me and Salem into his chest as Salem lays on the other side of him and I reach my hand across his chest to hold onto Salem's as we all lay there tiredly. "That was even more amazing than I ever could have imagined. Thank you both so much." Salem murmurs breathlessly.

He says as he kisses her. While kissing his lips, she realizes something. "Zayn... in my letter..." he pulls away to look at her face. "What was written?" "It was written I was proposing the idea of a reverse harem with me to my brothers. The— the old Cassandra did so. What do I do...?" And on January 16th of 2022, the reverse harem with Cassandra and her brothers began in history. Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective.

“That’s good, because I do have a few things I’d like to do before I crash.” She grabs my hand and leads me to my bedroom. *** *Harper* “Fuck, Damien,” I scream, as he pounds into me with all the force of a man who’s missed me for two months. “I’m not going to last.” “Let it last a little longer and you’ll love it more,” he growls, which only increases my excitement.

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. After she chose her main, she would choose her second, he would be the head of the Harem, after her, a third and a fourth. These would be the top males and most likely to father a pup after the main. In most cases, there would be up to twenty males in the Harem beyond the main. This is where the power games came in: some would spike others’ drinks. The one who spiked the drink would get maids to sleep with the competition, as cheating was a serious offence and meant a death sentence. Willing or not, it didn’t matter; they were meant to stay pure f

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.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier