Litrpg Harem Novels & Stories

Laying in the middle of three beautiful women, Rex still had to punch himself sometimes to ensure he was not dreaming, ‘How lucky am I?’ ‘All hail lord harem prince,’ Fafnir growled, his voice full of sarcasm, ‘This has to be the first time I have heard of an amonthrul having a romantic attachment.’ ‘This is also the first time you’ve heard of four being part of the bond too,’ Rex said with a smile, ‘This is just an added bonus.’

Kenzo said then look at her hand like it's grasping some world in it. "Really your just happily building your own harem Ken" Jade said then they all laugh. "why do i have this feeling that your jealous of my harem Jadey" Kenzo said in teasing manner, Jade just raise her middle finger and they all laugh again. "ahmmm We need to hide cuz we don't have the power to destroy the International Scorpion Mafia Group they are so powerful that we need to expand, so luckily the European Royalties is willing to be in our side after we stabilized it completely Asian LGBT community and European LGBT community will rise to power then" they all nodded when Shun was speaking, they are all excited to be on to

Harriet could now see behind her, between her legs, Liam was gently shaking his own cock. "Milord." Hearing Harriet's call, Liam stopped. Harriet straightened herself and lowered her panties which were wet with Liam's saliva and her own love juice in front of Liam. Now, between her panties and her pussy, threads of fluid that sparkled seductively formed. "Milord..." Harriet wanted to know how far Liam would hold back. She opened her pussy wide with two fingers of her hand. “This is where Milord plants your seeds and impregnates me, right?” Of course, Harriet was embarrassed, with her whole face and body heating up, but if she didn't provoke Liam in this way… “Milord can prove it here too.”

The festival was exhilarating: Nocthrim performers vanishing in shadows, Vyrkath divers slicing through inverted waterfalls with impossible speed, Kragvorn warriors scaling shifting crystal obelisks in feats of raw strength. Serina led them to a central arena where a “traditional game” was underway: a mock hunt involving holographic beasts and obstacle courses. “It’s harmless fun,” she cooed, pressing Lirian forward. Humans are so small but agile—try it! The crowd would love to see an outsider participate.” The other concubines chimed in, all innocent smiles and encouragement. Mara and Elias exchanged wary glances but shrugged—why not? Lirian stepped into the ring, heart pounding with nervou

“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.

They called me their cum-dump cousin, their inheritance whore, their personal fuck sleeve. “Gonna fill you up,” Tristan growled, slamming deep. He came first, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into my womb. I felt it splashing inside me, marking me. Louis followed, groaning as he unloaded in my ass, flooding my guts with his seed. Damien pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself furiously. “Open wide.” I stuck my tongue out and he erupted, painting my face and tits with heavy spurts of cum. I swallowed what landed on my tongue, savoring the salty taste.

I mutter, more to myself than to her. Aurelia wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and shrugs. “So what? Pretty and different isn’t a curse, Lila. Stop acting like it is.” Easy for her to say. She slides into this pack like she was born wearing the uniform. Me? My ass barely fits these skinny jeans, and blending in has never been in my skill set. At parties like this, though, the script flips. Mating season is breathing down everyone’s necks another year and most of the girls will be locked into chosen bonds. The guys are already circling the prettiest prize in the room, and right now that prize is glowing in a tight yellow dress that makes her legs look endless.

There were two phases, the first few games happened two days before the full moon and the grand finale was marked on the night of the full moon. A series of tournaments marked the games, ranging from fang locking, strength baiting, speed tests, shifting tricks, to claw combat. For each game, the winner was inducted into the Moonblood royal achievers, a sacred group of werewolves that were a force to reckon with. I was usually very focused on the games every year, but this year was different because she was here. Hazel was here. And she’s all I could focus on. She stood on the far side of the field, next to her famil with sunlight causing her caramel skin to glow, the wind teasing her hair, a

Every ounce of pity I had for her disappears into thin air. “No, I, I just, I didn’t want, I don’t know how to say it the way you understand.” “Sex. Lila, it’s sex. Nothing more, nothing less. And I only want sex because I want to have an heir to my throne not because you are deserving of my attention in any way. You do not measure up to Aurora at all.” “Are you ready?” “It doesn’t matter.” She breathes in deeply and exhales. “I’m glad you are starting to know your place. This will help all of us in the clan.”

Darkfire. The realization hit me like a crashing wave. The lycans that attacked me weren’t random rogues. They weren’t mercenaries acting alone. They were rulers. That meant they had to be from one of the six other clans—Korvus, Stormbringer, Drakon, Vandros, Bloodstone, or Darkfire. I gripped the parchment tighter, my breath unsteady. This wasn’t just a small dispute. This was an act of war. In the world of lycan politics, interfering in another ruler’s business without consent was already a serious offense. But to attack the queen of a ruling clan? That was beyond treason. It was a declaration of war.