Men Of Harem Novels & Stories

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

I repeated, and she nodded. "Sure, share her. Like the one thing I read in history class." She stayed silent for a few seconds before continuing. "Back then, men had harems. In which a single man would have several wives. It would be a reverse harem in your case, as there are four men and one woman." Her words made me shake my head, but then my mind started to wander. "I mean it wouldn't be so bad— you guys have shared things before..." She stopped talking.

And I would not put up with his shit this time around. We had shared women before, fuck we had shared men before, neither of us caring. We may be siblings, but sex was sex! If it was good for the Egyptians, the Greeks, fuck, it was good for the Targaryen's! And it's not like they didn't thrive; the bastards had dragons.

"Who are your men?" Finn raised his fingers. "Niam, Senior Franklin, Lucian and you... for now." He didn't know the rest. Ethan's eyes narrowed. "Me?"

I instinctively averted my face so the lights from the lobby wouldn't make them see me. “Chickening out already?” came the deep voice from one of them. The first thing that registered was that the voice was too deep, and it vibrated through the room. The second was that the voice sounded too familiar. But I was probably overthinking things because I was in a dark room and I was surrounded by three men who were here to fuck me. Yeah, I picked three partners because of the images of the Rossi Brothers that had refused to leave my head. “No,” I squared my shoulders in defiance. I wasn't chickening out. I was already here, and I might as well go through with it.

His slightly rough, large hand roamed, sliding down toward Sarah’s fair, delicate thighs, then forcefully pried them apart, preventing her legs from closing. “Be a good girl… I’ll give it to you right away.” As if sensing Sarah’s anxiety and burning desire, he offered a low, seductive reassurance. Yet between his legs, his erection rose without warning; the scorching, rigid shaft stood tall, a powerful symbol of masculinity that showcased his dominance and lust.

Moans and the sharp crack of leather on skin drifted from the themed rooms. Liora pressed closer to my side, her body warm and tense. “What… happens in these rooms?” she whispered. “Everything consensual. Everything negotiated.” I guided her past an open doorway where a woman was bound to a St. Andrew’s cross, moaning as her Domme worked a flogger across her breasts. “Limits are respected. Safe words are law.” We stopped at a larger viewing lounge. On the low platform, a woman was lost between three men—one devouring her pussy, another fucking her mouth, and the third teasing her nipples with his cock before slapping them lightly. The sounds were obscene. Wet. Desperate.

Chapter 5. Homewreckers The dinner went well—or so I supposed. I was finally able to get to know the other staff working in the house. Aside from Nhea and Ansel, there was Lila, one of the maids, Ester who served as the head cook, Justin, Susan, and Karla. Most of them looked like they were in their early twenties, except for Ansel and Ester who were probably in their early thirties and forties respectively.

I asked casually, while he was pouring ingredients into his cauldron. "The King's harem." "Excuse me, his what?" The fuck? "Harem, his chosen sexual partners. He had six in total. I think..." "Show me." I was fuming, my wolf was growling. He was keeping me down here, while he has more toys to pleasure him already? What the hell? Am I going to be lucky no seven? Shit! I was so ready to kick his ass. But Maven was refusing my request. "Master Rain, you shouldn't go there. It's the king's private area."

one of the frumpy men whose belly hung over his pants asked, and Kit covered her mouth and gasped. “Not in front of the princess, there mate,” Cassius admonished. She wished he’d said the man’s name because Kit couldn’t place him, though she assumed Cassius didn’t know it either. “Reeve, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not a problem.” “Unless you’ve got three nipples,” Merek, the slovenly fellow from breakfast jested. He was on Landon’s team and standing close enough that Landon backhanded him in the arm hard enough to make him wince.