Male Concubine Novels & Stories

Cone always made sure his, is always different. As a male, he fvcked female slaves. That was the rule. It's like entertainment, and the men fucks the women while the Kings eat and laughs. Unless, they want to fvck—introduce—a female slave. While they pumped the males with herbal drugs that made them take as many females as possible, it was no longer enough for Cone. Cone had tossed him a small bottle. "I want you to fvck him." He'd ordered. Even in his dream, Lucien can still remember vividly, checking the bottle and discovering a lubricant. He stared at Cone again.

the new man responded. I was very perplexed that he included me in discussions when the man I stayed with didn't think it was right to go about the introductions. “I'm guessing this is your latest…” Concubine. That was the implication of the words. I felt stumped that I was being numbered in a home that should be totally mine. The connection I felt with him that night was unrivaled. I had never felt the same way even with my ex-husband and that was me telling the truth

' Amanda thought when she saw Queen Zaina constantly smiling, talking, and even laughing at Illarion, even though it was Prince Apollo who was joking. Meanwhile, Zaina followed Illarion's gaze, which occasionally stopped in front of the girl looking down right before him. "I heard you married a concubine from the Queen's family. In my country, marrying two or three concubines is not a problem." "She's my wife, I haven't made anyone a concubine." Apollo choked slightly before asking, "You are monogamous? "No one thought that a man who was so powerful and handsome like the Black Prince was also loyal to one woman.

Sebastian nods, “He did. But that’s Ulric, he’s been told he can do whatever he wants and he believes it because he’s always been able to, that’s the life he’s lived and is living. The people around him enable him. Caelum knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of careless actions. He’s maintained his single status with devotion.” So no girlfriend then. But concubines? I’m sure he has a slew of them. “Why is this business not listed in his name? The bar, I checked.”

I'm so fucking hungry for Azriel after all. A smirk lifted his lips. “Should I get your colleagues then? Since you're not interested?” “Colleagues?” I tilted my head because what was that supposed to mean “Concubines.” Wait a second. It hit. “Excuse me?” Did he just call me a concubine? “Since you can't breed anymore, you're my hot concubine, the hottest one I can't seem to fuck—” “If you try bringing any of those women here—”

Jesebelle stood and corrected him, still disgusted. "My wife is different!" Nathan shouts. "A prostitute will always be a prostitute no matter how much you change it! She was use by dirty men like me!" Jesebelle accused. "Sorry, but you're wrong... She's only mine." Nathan says proudly. "Stop it Jesebelle!" Andy warned. "And you believe that?!" but still she never gave up. "Shut up!" Andy pulled her arms. "A group of fellow young men paid for her, as far as I remember they were five, imagine her in____" Jesebelle continued.

I suddenly felt hungry. "Are you always like this?" I couldn't help but ask him as he sat in front of me. "What?" He stopped from eating and looked at me. "Do you always do this to women who you had a one night stand with?" I curiously arched my brows. The corner of his lips curled up in an amused smile. "Why do you think I was used to having one night stands?" I pursed my lips. "I know your likes, Adam. I have cousins who are like you."

he said finally, voice low, almost a growl in its quietness, “we have no choice now but to confront it.” Her pulse jumped. “Confront what?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough to erase the last remnants of space between them. She could see every subtle line of his face, every shadow under his eyes, every flicker of emotion he tried to hide. “This,” he said finally. “This—what we’ve been ignoring. The tension. The awareness. The… desire.” Amara swallowed hard. She could feel it now, in her chest, in her throat, in the tips of her fingers that itched for contact but didn’t move. “It’s real,” she whispered.

She slurred, slamming the glass on the table to the extent that it cracked. Mouths parted in shock at this. "My husband sleeps with whomever he wants, and Penelope?" Cecile paused to kiss her teeth, "once a prostitute, always a prostitute. You can take the whore out of the pleasure house but you cannot take away the urge to be fucked by different men, out of the whore," Cecile laughed to herself and then took the pins off her blonde hair, to let it fall over her shoulders. Her remark stung Quinlan.

If someone wrongs them, they would tear them apart without a second thought. I try not to let my eyes wonder too much on the couples, showing respect to their bonds, but on the singles, I do not hold back. I am vaguely aware that I am like every other drooling human being in the building, but really, it cannot be helped. The girl – more like woman – is perfect. With what looks to be smooth, soft mocha skin with radiant, lustre midnight black locks, connecting to the most incredible icy blue eyes, she is a vision. And her curves are to die for. She almost makes me a little bit self-conscious. My glance sweeps across to the male beside her, a cheeky looking model who's totally ripped. Damn, he