Men Of Harem Novels & Stories

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.

I heard a lot of loud and muffled murmurings, which made me know there were a lot of people in the room, mostly female. I hated my poor vision. Everything looked blurry and I had to struggle to keep my eyes open to see anything. When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, I saw a very beautiful girl who was peering down at me with curious blue eyes. There was something about her face that seemed ethereal. “She must be the newest addition to the harem,” she said right in my face. Harem? As in a harem where several women were kept for men’s pleasure? I couldn’t think of anything more degrading than that. I knew Alpha Damon’s kindness would come with a prize, but not this prize.

“Yes, of course. I do!” Damon moved first, hovering over me, to position his already throbbing length to my entrance. He slammed into me, slaps of skin on skin echoing in the safe room. Then, Julian followed after, pumping in and out. Then, Christian flipped me around, having me in all fours and slamming into me. This was my new life and I couldn't be so lucky to be this blessed with three huge dicks at once.

The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy. In the beginning, the heroine was registered as a light magic user and was hinted to be a member of some type of rare ancient race. Of course, the story wouldn't be a reverse harem without extremely attractive guys who all fell in love with the heroine. Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance.

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

"No... Please... Let me go..." I raised my chin and stood on tiptoe, squeezing out a groan from my throat as I struggled one last time. The man seemed to grow more excited at that. He ripped my thong without any hesitation. I was doomed. Feeling the heat behind me, I closed my eyes in resignation and raised my hips obediently. I could only hope that he would not hurt me again after he found his release. Just then, a burst of laughter came from outside the alley—a few young men were chattering as they walked toward the alley.

His father trailed off. Lexus wasn’t stupid, he could see where this was going. While omegan males weren’t known to use their cocks, I didn’t mean the desire wasn’t there. Most in the harem were circumcised and castrated, preventing them from truly forming erections. It was even recommended for an alpha interested in blood bitching one to have the procedures preformed right away, if not remove the appendage altogether. Something the blond refused to do to his omega, regardless of the fucking consequences.

She hands it over to me. “You are welcome. You can be rest assured and sleep well tonight. The only man allowed inside the harem is the king. You will get silk, charcoal, jewelry and dresses twice a month. There will be servants who do your chores too…” Gladys is saying when a woman approaches us. From her eyes, I can tell that is calculative and conniving

The man raises a brow and takes a seat beside the woman, who immediately glares at me like I have personally insulted her. “Wife?” the man repeats slowly. “Interesting.” “You boys are really quick,” he continues, shaking his head slightly. “Getting married so fast. But you will not be sharing one woman. I already said each of you should get a different woman, not one for all three of you.” My breath catches. Sharing? For all three? Before I can even wrap my head around that, Gunnar speaks. “She’s our mate,” he says firmly, his gaze locked on the older man. “And you know it.”

I smiled as he walked over and wrapped me in a warm hug. When I finally dared to look at Mr. Fred again, I understood why my mother had chosen him. He was… stunning. Time had only refined him. His chest peeked through the slightly open collar of a fitted white T-shirt that clung to his muscular frame, revealing the faint outline of his abs. His brown hair fell forward in soft, punk-like curls, effortlessly careless yet perfectly handsome. He looked every bit the man women dreamed of. My dream, though I’d never admit it.