Hell Harem Novels & Stories

“Tonight we’re offering you the Harem Contract. If you sign it, you officially become our shared Gangbang Princess. You belong to all of us. We will use you regularly — sometimes small groups, sometimes much larger ones. Your holes will be trained, stretched, and filled on a consistent basis. You will be worshipped, used, and cared for. In return, you give us complete freedom to claim every part of you whenever we want.” The room was silent except for my heavy breathing. Twelve men watched me intently, cocks still semi-hard, waiting for my answer. I sat up slowly, cum dripping from my body, and took the folder with shaking hands.

It didn't take them much time to get to their destination and Abi didn't sleep in the plane, when she slept off was when they drove their car down t o the apartment Zeres spared here in Ki Dollarama and after that short and incredible sleep, she was shook up from sleep. The Kingdom of Ki Dollarama was a unique sight to behold, they had different sides, parts and borders or borderlines. Right now, figuring out the right place would be difficult because even the enchanted of all places could be vastly dangerous. This land was filled with three brooding creatures, Vampires, Demons and witches. In the whole of Ki Dollarama and stretching deep into Viscarria, Vampires and Demons dwells but the wi

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Daddy, I am cumming!” “Me too, son! Daddy is cumming on your tight pussy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” And as they both reached their destination. Damon is still knocking on the gates of heaven again and again. “Fuck! Daddy is coming again, son! Ohhhhhhhh!” a

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

My heels padded the floor, each step carrying purpose and drenched in the stench of fear. His legs must have faltered because he crashed to the floor. "What's the matter, Jerome? Scared?" I shook my head. "There's more where that came from. You want to see?" He blinked, swallowing hard, panting. He must have wanted to plead but the words never came from his lips. My nails dug into the pointer, eyes still fixed on Mr. Jerome as I flicked the projector. An even louder gasp rolled out. Moans and grunts filled the air. I knew what I was doing when I made sure to upload one of his sexual escapades with women even though he was married. Most of them were female workers.

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

“I didn’t sign up for a Pokémon-themed blood cult.” “You signed up for me,” I said sweetly. “And I come with three limited-edition chaos gremlins and a matching emotional trauma set.” He looked at me with the most done face ever. “Worth it.” We spent the next ten minutes diffusing the Card Cult. There were negotiations. Lorelai wanted apple juice in a wine glass. Jade demanded a ceremonial pouch for his “spell crayons.” Alexei tried to sacrifice a Barbie doll wearing Arsen’s old watch. I gave up halfway through and just made salted caramel popcorn.

Keeping the eye contact, I hoisted up my thin top and took it off, leaving myself in a bright red lace bra. "Fuck, those perky tits." Zachariah didn't let his eyes stray downwards, instead his jaw clenched tightly, than ever. Humiliation crossed my body as I heard the words I'd always known. "Boss can we fuck her, afterwards? I bet her tight pussy would feel amazing around our dicks." "Only if we initiate a gangbang. Hard and unforgettable with several cameras filming us." Deus replied to his men, making them roar, like wild cats in heat. The men felt hot and I? I was disgusted by own self. I couldn't kill him, when I could take his life in a second.