Men Of Harem Novels & Stories

It felt as though I was just another piece of his collection of women, a trinket to be stored away until he desired me again. I had hoped I would not return to the harem, but it was where he wanted me, and the sweet, familiar scents of jasmine and sandalwood greeted me once again as I entered the harem. The other women sat on silk cushions, smoking or drying their skins off or indulging in whatever hobbies they thought would make them more attractive to Alpha Grey.