Men Of Harem Novels & Stories

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

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.

“Come on my cock, Lila.” The orgasm crashed over me hard. I moaned loudly, pussy pulsing and fluttering around his thick length. Damien followed moments later, burying himself deep as he spilled inside me with a guttural groan, hips jerking through his release. We stayed locked together, breathing heavily, my soaked gown plastered between us. A sudden realisation crashed over me…I had fucked all three men and no one of them was the man that took my virginity. Then, who was the man?

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

An older woman came down the stairs, and I couldn't have been happier to see an adult. “Sam, Sunny, what did I say about letting strangers into the house?" She said looking at me. One of the boys spoke up, “You didn't say anything about not letting them in, if they gave us money." They waved the hundred dollar bills I gave them and smiled widely at their mum. They looked like a handful. She just shook her head and turned back to me. “I'm Aunt Kathy. Who are you?" “Hugh.... Hugh Jacob. Beta, Blood Moon Pack."

"It's like us but we're not. You mean it literally. That's the safest thing that we can get. We can't have a relationship like the others. You have an image to protect. You already broke the law for your harem—" "I can always put my harem back, Alessia, but there will be no other woman in my harem but you. You alone, you'll be woman and my concubine—" "Harem? How can it be a harem if there's only one woman there?" I raised my eyebrows at what he said. Harem with only one woman? I think that's wrong. I saw that Elijah grinned mischievously. "Why? You are more than hundreds of women. I was never satisfied before—because they are not you—"

He cuts in. "See…" "You are jealous, Eva." He states again. "Just admit it." "Jealous of what exactly?" "Of my Women back at home," I feel my blood go cold at the fact that he was actually admitting it. I let out a dark chuckle. "So you do have Women at home." "Ofcourse I do. Nobles are promiscuous, right? That cannot be further away from the truth. Infact, I have a special harem for my Women."