Harry Potter Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her voice was unmistakeable even through the tears welling up in her. I turned to the alter to find her in the most elegant gown standing next to a man that looked like Voldemort from Harry Potter. I wobbled up to her still unsure how my magic had been able to work enough to freeze the multitude in the old church. Ciara stared at me like I was nothing more than an apparition from her mind. Her eyes had gathered tears in the little time it took me to cover the distance between us. "Nope. I'm just another equally good looking bastard." I replied with a smirk.

It sometimes feels like we’ve all known each other for much longer than we really have. “The one and only gorgeous. I assume you are the lovely Megan?” He says with a wink and she giggles. Darrien’s expression is stormy and I can’t help but giggle. “Hey Harry!” I greet him. “Hey Ry!” He imitates my pitch and tone, then immediately drags me out of Bellamy’s arms and into a one armed hug. I laugh and hug him back before stepping away and back to Bellamy’s side. I take his hand and squeeze it to soothe his jealous side and he gives me a half smile. Harry smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He might be interested in someone right now, but he’s still an Incubus and he likes causing trouble.

He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server. As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!" The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me. Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls. "Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

The angle was perfect, and she could feel him deeper inside her. "I am making sure no one else comes in through the damn door while I take care of satisfying my Mate," Harry grumbled. He locked the handle and started to turn around when Emmanuelle dug her nails into his shoulders: "Damn it! Let's stay here. What you are doing to me is absolutely divine," she complained against his lips. Harry laughed softly before repositioning her against the door and giving a loud thump with his hip that rattled the wood. A tremor ran down his spine as he met his Mate's obsidian eyes.

God she was my favourite character in that series. "I tried, Haven. I really tried. If only you hadn't been so stubborn and accepted my marriage proposal, we wouldn't be here in this situation but no. You just had to be so strong headed because you fell in love with that fucking bastard, Aamon Blackwood." He roughly grabs my hair and lifts my face off the ground using his grip until my neck hurts from the uncomfortable position. I feel a few strands of hair snap out of their root. His lips come to the shell of my ear and bile rises up my throat when he pulls my earlobe inside his mouth and then licks me all the way from my jaw to my temple.

Her heart pounded a mile a minute. What had gotten into her? More like who might get into me, her mind snickered. She expected to sleep with Trent again, given the way he'd touched her all day long. The thing was she got the impression Darren planned to join. Or have a turn or something. She wasn't quite sure how it worked. Explaining to her that their kind mated in groups didn't exactly prepare a girl for what it entailed. And did she even want it?

I am surrounded by perfection, by the creatures who will heal me from my sexual obsession and offer me their loyalty for the rest of their lives and all I can think about at the moment is where that feeling of love went… After allowing all the thoughts to penetrate my mind, and analyzing them, I decide to allow Dark, Dracono, and Manure to help me by offering me the most amazing sex in my life and then return to the Palace of Futanari, put things in order and travel to find Maleficent to see if I will feel love again inside my heart and soul. I finish my wine, get up from the bed, put the glass on the nightstand, and ask Dracono and Dark to lie on their back on the bed. I get up on the bed o

I can’t let go of my fear, the absolute dread in the pit of my stomach that fucking her without a condom, and without her already being pregnant is a bad idea. No fewer than a dozen witches and fairies put spells on me, trying to block my sperm from working. I don’t feel any different, not sure if that means anything. While Harlow knows the situation, I still think she’s incredibly naive about it. “I love you my Frenchman,” she whispers, likely near passing out. While of course I want my proper time with her, I can’t be selfish. Not with my red wolf. I can always work out my leftover sexual tension with Rowan, since I’ve been blessed with two amazing lovers.

So, it was impossible to succeed in Immortalization without a leg. “Luckily, you met me! Give me half an hour, and I’ll restore an intact leg for you!” Rip! Alex immediately tore the hem of Hermione’s skirt and slowly slid his hand covered with the divine Zharvakko power down her thigh. The room was dark, where ambition would often manifest in one’s mind out of the darkness. Hermione never had a man touch her thigh before. So, her heart raced wildly from such a feeling. However, this person was her master’s husband!