I Made A Slave Harem Using A Charm Cheat In A Different World Illustrations Novels & Stories

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

“Patience, you snot. It is a virtue, and you of all people should know that.” The Countess laughed out loud. “That it is. Wyatt, I do believe I owe you an explanation, yes. That is where we are headed.” “And that is...?” “To the harem, of course.” With that, she turned and quickened her pace, not giving me a chance to protest. Sheila paddled behind her like a lost puppy. I shrugged my shoulders. I had been slightly defeated, but I wasn't going to give up. Before I knew it, in front of us was a glorious door made of marble and deep cedar wood. The handles stretched the height of the average man, and two guards stood outside waiting for us. It stood from ceiling to floor, approximately twelve

She was back because she suspected something. Because she was digging. And that made her dangerous. So tonight I was going to make sure her digging ended with her buried. I will make sure what she was digging was her own grave. At the edge of the forest, the shrine came into view, I needed love charms. Death potions. Soul-binding elixirs. The charm would keep Aria tethered to Darren long enough for him to perform the Rite of Dominion. But Eros, ah. Eros needed something much, much stronger.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to burst through that door, to shift and tear them apart, to make them feel even a fraction of this agony. But I couldn't move. I could only stand there, frozen, as my entire world crumbled around me. "My father expects me to produce an heir," Jeremy said, his rhythm never faltering. "Emma's... compliant. Easy to control. I'll get her pregnant, wait until after the heir is born, then reject her. The bond will be harder to break after we've consummated it, but not impossible." Consummated. The word made bile rise in my throat. Every time he'd touched me, every moment of supposed intimacy—it had all been calculation. A breeding program. While he gave his

she said with perfect honesty. Once… yesterday, for example, he could have smiled at her and she’d have found a way to storm heaven for him. But that was yesterday. Today she could only marvel, if that was the word, at how naive and gullible she’d been. At how well he’d played her… like a violin… “And you’re wrong again… Everyone has a price, Miss Bryant.” And in his world, she knew, this was always true. Always! One more reason she wanted to escape it. Him… The Russian Devil…

She immediately sent telepathy to all the chess pieces in the realm of the gods, freeing them to cause some chaos and fill their black stars with the most valuable prize if they succeeded. "Hehehe, my good slaves... do your best and I will give you a very big reward, ah... I look forward to the game you will create!" She said excitedly until she herself played with her breasts and private parts with her hands. The pleasure she got from her slaves was an extraordinary happiness and pleasure for her, even more so than killing someone directly. It was a game he enjoyed so much that he never changed the reward, so the slaves were very eager to win even though they had to kill each other.

The discussion room online, too, was bombarded with comments and questions. [Simon Gray is too handsome!] [Why would someone so handsome cheat? Why?!] The world was reeling with questions and astonishment, as well as hating on Charmine for doing such a despicable act. Meanwhile, the mastermind sat languidly on her sofa as she painted her nails bright red. It was a unique warmth-sensory nail paint. Once applied, it would turn the nails bright red, and the tip of the nails would turn dark cow-blood red.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

That was the last straw. I slammed as deep into her as I could go and roared as I coated the inside of her intestines with my cum. Jet after Jet sprayed deep in her ass and she dissolved into a puddle of ecstasy, screaming words that made no sense. It was almost religious in nature her voice giving birth to nonsense that sounded like another language. Then as the last spurt of my cum blasted into her she collapsed onto the table going limp. She'd orgasmed so hard that she'd passed out. I slowly pulled out of her rear passage, feeling the pleasant drag of her sphincter over every inch of my spent cock. I looked down at this, my fourth slave wife and felt love for her fill my heart just like w