Mass Effect Fanfiction Harem Novels & Stories

And turns out, Angela did not object that she would be my 6th wife, after the sisters, instead she was proud of the positions and the fact that I have many wives already. She said that it was a proved that I was a man, I didn’t frowned or say anything, because for a monarch, it was customary and a must to have many wives. For the heir problems and also a reputation problem, even the Battle Star Emperor himself have hundreds of wives and hundred of concubine, and some of them were men. Fantasma is a world where sexual orientation nor desires were hindered of objected. Everyone were free to do what they want when it comes to sex, even incest were not looked down, many of the young men usually

“All of the men and women in my harem are here of their own volition, they can leave at anytime so long as they agree to have my existence and location glamoured from their mind.” “You can actually glamour people? I thought that was just a myth perpetrated by media.” I whispered. “Tsk tsk, Father.” She grinned at Rhazian. “What else have you not told her?”

“But don’t think he won’t try to seduce you.” She cleared her throat and fussed with the veggie tray. “I should warn you, when a man sleeps with a woman it’s the same as marriage here. A Haunt can mate only once, and once the body fluids mix…” She raised her hands in defeat. “Like it or not, you bed him, you wed him.” Andrea squinted in confusion. “And how many wives does he have?” The thought of joining a harem repulsed her, not that it would come to that.

“And it’s as strong between us as it was between you and Kaely?” “Yes,” she says. “Can you feel it too?” “I feel it,” I say. “But I’ve never been assigned an alpha mate, so I don’t have that to compare it to.” “You’ll have to take my word for it, then,” she murmurs. “The idea of leaving you…it’s actually painful. I don’t think I could do it. And I feel the same way about Milo.” I can’t help grinning. “That’s good,” I say. “Our harem is strong.”

“Good. Because the system has big plans for its favorite Architect.” Marcus kissed the top of my head. “We build something here. Together.” Darius simply nodded, his hand finding mine. “And we protect what’s ours.” The apocalypse had stripped away my old life, but it had given me something far greater. A harem of powerful, devoted men whose pleasure fueled our survival and growing empire. The system continued to evolve, offering new quests and threats, but with these bonds, I knew we would thrive. I no longer fought the pull of intimacy. I embraced it. The Pleasure Architect had awakened, and the new world would feel every bit of her power.

If his lovers couldn't accept him having other people, then how was he supposed to win the affection of the remaining five men? Was he supposed to stop the mission and focus on the ones with him now? But then... he would never regain his memories in this life. Finn felt truly exhausted. "Yes," Ethan replied. "Having multiple lovers is promiscuous, and it's dangerous to one's health." Finn felt a pang. Panic showed within his eyes as he looked at Ethan. "What if the person doesn't have a choice? What if they have to keep eight lovers?" Before Ethan could reply, tears welled up in Finn's eyes, and he lowered his head, sniffing hard. "You know, I think I used to date these eight men, but someho

Shaking his head, I watch as Tristan shoots Zephyr a look, and together, they both move Marian from the table to the marble-tiled floor in a way that gives Tristan access to both her pussy and asshole, and any other part we might want to breed. I know my other brothers can’t wait for their turn, they’re too impatient, and before I can suggest, Aeron steps up, unzipping, pulling out his heavy cock. “Open that pretty mouth, Marian.” He orders, kneeling beside her and slapping her face with his dick so that his precum stains her cheek, and she does, desperate, lips stretching wide around Aeron’s thick cock as he feeds it in, inch by inch, hitting the back of her throat with a hip thrust.

Then it grew harder, faster. Christian fucked my throat with long, smooth strokes. Damon pounded my ass, one hand reaching around to rub my swollen clit. Julian thrust up into my pussy, eyes locked on mine with raw emotion. “You’re ours,” Damon growled against my ear. “Our beautiful, perfect woman.” I came violently, screaming around Christian’s cock as my holes clenched and spasmed around them. They kept going, fucking me through it. Christian came first, flooding my mouth with thick, hot cum. I swallowed every drop, moaning. Julian followed, burying himself deep and pumping streak of seed into my pussy. Damon thrust hard into my ass and came with a deep groan, filling me there too.

Because the woman I want to be buried in has made it her sole purpose to drag me to the brink of insanity. She knew I couldn’t have her against her will. I was many things, that was for sure. But I wasn’t a rapist. A little part of me wanted to storm down to the harem and have any of my whores. But I did not want any of them. All I want is her. The heat moon is set to hit the skies a few nights from now. It was a night of lust and absolute chaos. A night without rules or control. It was due to the heat moon that I even created the harem in the first place. The first time the sinful moon manifested its powers on me, I went on a fucking spree.

I smirk, my voice in a demanding tone. I loved to spice things up and that was the perfect position I'm sure we'd both enjoy. “As my Lord pleases.” She smirks before getting up. She turned around, her knees to the bed, her elbow to and her fat ass arching up and giving me the perfect view. Next time…. I wouldn't be the only one to pleasure you, my love… my harem was wild and three some wouldn't be bad, right? “Say my name, bitch!” I demanded, slamming my dick mercilessly into her wet core, spanking her fat ass simultaneously.