Men Of The Harem Manga Novels & Stories

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

“How does it feel knowing you’re officially ours now?” “Terrifying… and addicting,” I whispered honestly, grinding slowly against his fingers. “I feel like I’ve crossed a point of no return.” The official “Harem Rules Session” began at noon. All fourteen men gathered in the massive living area. I was ordered to kneel naked in the center while Mason read the rules aloud in a commanding voice. The list was detailed and left no room for ambiguity: I must respond to any Harem summons within two hours. My holes belonged to the group — no condoms unless requested.

“But Roman is convinced this will make our streak stronger, and he’s our alpha. We have to at least go through the motions.” “How?” he asked. “How will making me part of your… harem... make our streak stronger?” She lifted one shoulder gracefully. “Supposedly it strengthens the magic that binds a streak together.” He sighed. It was taking everything he had to resist her—as if something about her had become more attractive, more alluring, when she became the Alpha Mate for his streak. “I don’t know if I can take sharing you,” he whispered. “I understand.” Her shoulders drooped, and she moved toward the bedroom alone. Her misery cried out to him.

Now I'm getting nervous because of how intensely she’s looking at me. “I’m just… you know…” she shrugs her shoulders and pouts her lips. “Surprised to see a Harem girl here. They always choose other activities to engage themselves with.” “Ah… I see.” I’m not even surprised by that revelation. None of those Harem girls look like girls who want to get involved with any form of physical exercise. They are obsessed with looking pretty in order to seduce as many men as they can and I find that really pathetic.

The way he said it, like he had never heard such a word in his life, was too funny. “A reverse harem,” I repeated. “Okay, what does that mean? Is that like… when the girl has more than one boyfriend?” “Yes,” I said proudly. “It’s when the girl gets to have multiple guys. All for her.” He looked at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Why would anyone want that?” I shrugged. “It’s fiction. But it’s fun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that the kind of stuff you read?”

“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?

“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.”

Pressed myself against the wall near the closed door. Through the small windows on the door, I could see people moving inside. Maren sat at the table. With her were the three alpha kings—Kael, Soren, and Lucien. And two other wolves I didn’t recognize. One was very old. His appearance screamed that he was a priest. White robes. Staff in hand. Symbols carved into his walking stick. But the other man? I had no idea who he was. My heart pounded as I leaned closer, straining to hear what they were saying.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Of course, he isn’t phased. “It’s not about me liking it, I’m just confused… A harem and multiple wives are the norm here… but going to other kingdoms and taking women who are not part of your-” He places a finger to my lips before he pushes me inside and steps inside himself. The women make to close the doors and although I shake my head at them; they don’t obey, simply smiling at me happily. “You really are too intrigued in matters of fucking.” He sighs, making me frown, but he smirks arrogantly right after. “I do not blame you. You have been here several days, yet you have not been taken care of.”

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.