Harem X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I circle once, slowly, just like he likes. I type with one thumb, awkward, trembling. “This is wrong,” and I stupidly hit send. The reply is instant. He was waiting. “Wrong feels so fucking good on you, doesn’t it? Legs apart wider. Circle that clit. Describe the ache. No coming. Not until I say.” I hate him. I hate how my knees bend wider on command, how the rough stone scrapes my shoulder blades as I lean back. I hate how wet I get just reading his orders.

I fell asleep exhausted, thighs sticky, still whispering Daniel’s name. Days blurred together. Texts turned into voice notes where I moaned for him. Calls became arguments mixed with desperate dirty talk. My body was in constant heat , nipples always sensitive, pussy perpetually wet and aching. I bought more toys. I rode a thick dildo on the couch one afternoon, bouncing on it while watching a video of a man fucking a woman from behind, imagining it was us. My moans filled the apartment as I came, grinding down hard, but again… it wasn’t enough.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Aaron choked out whilr Jonathan appeared before me, pushing Gerald aside and pushing his entire length down my throat. My back bucked, my palms flying to his clenched thighs as they moved inside me unison. With heavy eyes, I watched George jack his cock furiously while Max was bellowing through clenched teeth, impaling his fat wrist into his bottom. Then George’s back froze and his hips thrust into his fist while Max punched into his rectum fast and hard before his sperm jumped high, burst after burst. Watching his lean muscled body buck with pleasure sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me as my stiff cock burst its milk, my body shivering as the men kept stimulating me.

The next moment, Ace was ripping the skirt around my waist and shoving two thick fingers into my pussy, making me scream out, my eyes widening and my walls tightening around his digits. “That’s a little too fucking wet for a girl who claims to not like a word of what’s coming out of our mouths,” Ace chuckled, flicking my clit with his thumb and making me tremble and squirm shamelessly. I heard zippers being undone around me and I knew that these men were about to make this a picnic I would never forget for countless years to come. “How about I fuck a confession out of you, baby?” Xander breathed down my neck just before he rammed into my ass, stretching me in an ungodly yet amazing way.

"Since you’re starting to grow some guts and forgetting that you are just a fucking dog. Let’s see how you handle this, you ugly thing!" ** Hi readers, This story contains raw, unfiltered content, including graphic violence, BDSM and explicit sexual themes. It is strictly for readers aged 18 and over. Not for the faint heart. The male lead’s obsession and possessiveness are dark, intense, and deeply unhealthy. Please read with caution and discretion.

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

“But Roman is convinced this will make our streak stronger, and he’s our alpha. We have to at least go through the motions.” “How?” he asked. “How will making me part of your… harem... make our streak stronger?” She lifted one shoulder gracefully. “Supposedly it strengthens the magic that binds a streak together.” He sighed. It was taking everything he had to resist her—as if something about her had become more attractive, more alluring, when she became the Alpha Mate for his streak. “I don’t know if I can take sharing you,” he whispered. “I understand.” Her shoulders drooped, and she moved toward the bedroom alone. Her misery cried out to him. With a curse, he moved toward her, sweeping her

“But don’t think he won’t try to seduce you.” She cleared her throat and fussed with the veggie tray. “I should warn you, when a man sleeps with a woman it’s the same as marriage here. A Haunt can mate only once, and once the body fluids mix…” She raised her hands in defeat. “Like it or not, you bed him, you wed him.” Andrea squinted in confusion. “And how many wives does he have?” The thought of joining a harem repulsed her, not that it would come to that. She’d geld him first.

“Goddess, why can’t men fuck like this in real life?” I peeked down at the cover and recognized the book as one of the Reverse Harem’s I’d given her. This particular one was about a coven of dragon shifters—as if that wasn’t the most fantastical thing I’d ever heard of. “You haven’t been with anyone like that?” “Oh, heaven’s no.” She scoffed, fanning herself with a manicured hand. “The most I’ve ever gotten from the men around here was some dirty talk and a smack or two on the ass. This—this feral, unhinged sex is exactly what I need.”