Men Of Harem Novels & Stories

“You must be aware of what a harem is.” I jerked out of the pain I was drowning in and looked up at the woman's back. Her hand was no longer tugged around my arm and she didn't turn to watch me. “Yes,” I muttered. “Every woman that joins the harem fulfills her purpose to the masters the night she is brought, are you aware of that too?” My feet stopped abruptly and my heart dropped into the pit of my belly when those words hit me. That meant that I would serve them in their bed tonight.

On his way, Damon ordered one of the men to call one of Tobias' mistresses to his room. They were walking in the corridor. Damon was walking behind Elijah. His gaze fixated on the man's back. The man in front of him was of average height. He had dark black hair with black eyes. He was good looking but his looks had nothing to do with the alluring aura he had around him. Maybe Damon was the only one allured by him. Maybe because he was interested in guys that's why he found this man in front of him alluring.

“I keep a harem here for my own feeding, the kitchen is well stocked with anything you could desire.” I hadn’t seen another soul as we walked through her home, the mention of a harem and a stocked kitchen left me confused. I wondered if those she kept were human or supernatural and if they stayed of their own free will. “You would be surprised how many humans, especially in these modern times, willingly become an amour for a vampire.” She chuckled, accurately interpreting my silence. “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.”

she said, indicating a nearby pool on the map. "Oh, but you cannot swim in that pool," Jamila informed her. "It is overlooked by the palace windows, and anyone could see you." You must swim in the pool in the women’s quarters. ‘Women’s quarters! "I honestly think I’ve stepped back in time to another century," Kate muttered. "Next, you’ll be telling me I’m to join the harem." Jamila shook her head and explained seriously, "King Kabir’s father was the last ruler to keep a harem." Since our beloved Royal Highness became King, the men of Qubbah have mostly followed his lead and only taken one wife.

They opened the doors for us, and I felt their eyes watch me with curiosity and lust as we walked past them. “My name is Estrid, the madame of this harem,” the woman announces, gesturing to the large hall before us. The ceiling is made of glass, giving a magnificent view of the sky and giving the sun a wonderful opportunity to cast its gaze down on the room. There is a small fountain with a cupid statue at the very top of it. Water spills out of its mouth, and some ladies sit on the edge, talking and laughing. Most of these women are in black dresses and white aprons, while the others are in black and red lingerie. They looked like seductresses from the way they looked with all that makeup a

Because in reality, I was already experiencing that karma. I was speechless, my mouth trembling, unable to speak. Why did anyone else know about what I was going through? Jake claimed he had seen my husband bring a woman into our house, and Leo, too, saw it. These two men, I barely knew them, yet why did they have to witness the karma I was bearing? I decided to leave, ignoring my ID, which was still in his hand. I didn't want to hear anything more that would ultimately break my heart.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

I replied curtly. “Very good. You must have experience which is what we value the most here at the harem.” I nearly cringed as we approached the chambers. There were so many doors that I thought of just how many women the alpha was sleeping with. If every room was for two people, then that would be possibly up to fifty women! That was absolutely crazy. The fact that a tradition like this was still upheld made me want to puke. When we got to the room, she opened the door and got in.

FIVE YEARS LATER The smell of sex mixing with the aphrodisiac candle was the loudest scent in the room before the moaning from three men and two women. I felt the men I pain to serve me, thrusting so deep from behind as I knelt between Gwen’s legs, playing with her clit as another man kissed her lips sloppily while being fucked like an animal from his ass. This was what every horny woman’s wish for sexmas, to have a harem full of handsome, gorgeous and sexily young bodies with a woman to balance the stress as you bath in young lustrous sperm and have your body ache and arch in pleasure and pain then rewarded with young beauty.

“Was he hot? Are you gonna add a fifth boyfriend?” I smack her arm. “Oh, my God, McKenzy.” She cackles, dodging my retaliation. “I’m just checking!” I shake my head, laughing despite myself. “For the record? No. He was not hot. And even if he was, I think I’m at my max capacity for boyfriends.” McKenzy sighs dramatically. “Fine. But if you change your mind, let me know. I’m emotionally invested in your harem.”