Harems Definition Novels & Stories

"Hi. Sorry about that. I'm your roommate. I got scared when I saw an unfamiliar face and they came to see you before I could stop them." "It's fine," I said, yawning. I had many things to say to her, like to ask why she couldn't just have asked me who I was, but I thought better of it. It was better to have at least one friend. "What goes on here?" I asked although I was afraid to know the answer. "What goes on in a harem?" she chuckled drily and looked away. This was terrible. Harems were one of the barbaric things I had only heard of, but actually being in one scared me.

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

After intense discussion, they reached a compromise: I could accept the offer, but four senior Harem members would accompany me as “protection,” and Liam would have full real-time video access to watch everything. The weekend at Harrington’s mansion became one of the most luxurious, psychologically intense, and sexually overwhelming experiences of my entire life. The mansion was breathtaking — ocean views, private beach, multiple playrooms equipped with every toy and restraint imaginable. Harrington and his associates were experienced, dominant, and ruthless in their desires. They treated me like expensive, exclusive property. From the moment I arrived, they pushed me harder than the Harem e

“A what?” Keilor shook his head slowly. “She could be nothing else. I’m certain of it.” Jayems swore and got to his feet, pacing with barely controlled frustration. Charmers possessed a special pheromone, a mutation on the human norm. It had little effect on human men but caused the Haunt males, with their more sensitive noses, to become their mindless slaves.

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.

The King said leaving the room Commander Zeres bowed to the empty room. I scoffed at him, he was acting like a good person, bowing even after the King has left. He left the room shortly after the king muttering something under his breath. He had so much hatred in him for our race, no wonder we never got along. Is this the reason why I'm here?, I mean there must be some kind of explanation for this. Can this be the moon Goddess' doing? I frowned at the prospect

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.