Harry Potter X Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“May I?“ Higan shifted his gaze his back to me, catching my glare. He didn't flinch, and I desperately wanted to show him that he should. “You really thought I'd buy the idea that he was just an Alpha?“ He leaned in to whisper his words in a venomous hush. “He didn’t hide it well, Harlyn. Not after that Christmas party. That show he put on? You think I really wouldn't notice?” My lips parted, but nothing came. A voice in my head overlapped with his rambling. “He'll take him away from us if we don't do something,” My Sorceress pressed in gingerly, like her own anger wasn't boiling my veins. The wind tore hot through the clearing. It stank of silver, blood, and open graves.

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.

Allen said with a smirk, he just wants to make Harry pissed and show him that Anna is his and he can never even think about his wife, "married women? and your wife? wow, dont forget that married women, that is your wife, still love me and not you, she hate you, she dont even want to be with you, it is only you that tells Anna is your wife, she dont even want to tell others that you are her husband because she only think about me, remember Allen, that bi***h is in my hand and the same time, Anna is also thinking about me, you are nothing but the man that she want to run away from, and i know that she is staying there because of something, just like the last time, you only know ine thing, to m

“So why do you always mention Charles? Why do I always see that guy hanging around you? Charles is your assistant and bodyguard and plans to replace me as your husband, right?" Harry growled, he suddenly thrust his lower waist into her body. The pleasure just now was replaced by pain that seemed to rip through her legs. Emma's tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes. She moaned with pain as he thrust deeper, her voice sulky telling him, “I… no… Harry Handerson, you are raping me!”

I say. "You know what, Marilyn? This is why Xavier can't stand you! I often notice you are paranoid. If you can only be a little more in control of your feelings, it will be better for you. What if Xavier is having affairs with other women? It does not mean he loves you less. We are vampires. We are sexual creatures. We love having sex with other people, and we need to feed. Every time you complain, Xavier gets tired of you. Don't you know that our vampires need to be fed every day, and our only food is blood? I'm not planning on killing you. I'm just taking you with me on a critical mission," Harry lies. I can tell he's lying. I know that I have something else planned for me. I know Xavier

Harry replied,his voice fierce. He was seriously trying to fontrol his painful erection in the moment. No matter what,he will never beg her,he will never allow her see him pained. "You are a mess,are you sure you don't need me to clean up your mess" she whispered miserably, more dread filled Harry's eyes. He hate this...he hate this so much. "Never ever!!. That dream in which you see me begging you is called a nightmare" Harry managed to see amidst his painful errection..

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

The translucent glassy door pushed open and Harper Hernandez, an actress in X-World Entertainment walked in. She swayed her hips to Xavier, who stood at the window, hands tucked in his pockets and his expressionless gaze fixed outside the city. Harper wrapped her arms around him and leaned on his broad back, his powerful aura sending a tingling sensation down her core. "Get off me, Harper," his voice was captivating, yet rude, but Harper didn't mind. Being close to Xavier Singh was a wish every woman in California hoped for. She pouted, and released him. Pushing her blonde hair backwards, she bit her lips seductively, "Why do you want to see me?"