Men Of The Harem Novels & Stories

“Patience, you snot. It is a virtue, and you of all people should know that.” The Countess laughed out loud. “That it is. Wyatt, I do believe I owe you an explanation, yes. That is where we are headed.” “And that is...?” “To the harem, of course.” With that, she turned and quickened her pace, not giving me a chance to protest. Sheila paddled behind her like a lost puppy. I shrugged my shoulders. I had been slightly defeated, but I wasn't going to give up. Before I knew it, in front of us was a glorious door made of marble and deep cedar wood. The handles stretched the height of the average man, and two guards stood outside waiting for us. It stood from ceiling to floor, approximately twelve

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.”

"After that, Mango looked inside and realized that there were more than ten women of different nationalities inside. They had been stripped, and they were only in their undergarments. Right now, the guards were treating them inhumanely by chasing them into cages." "When Mango saw this, Mango's eyes darkened." "After all, she had thought that there had to be some sort of secret in these chambers. However, she never thought that Prestin was such a pervert, and he had built his harem here!" "Right now, there were only four or five guards around. They were sitting leisurely as they drank some alcohol while playing poker. Thus, it was obvious that they could be so relaxed because they thought tha

"If you play it right, you can get a male to do anything you want and they'll never know. The key is making it seem like they are the ones making the decision." "And flattery," I guessed. She looked at me with raised brows. "Quick learner. This is the harem hallway, though we just call it the harem," she told me after we ascended the stairs. At the first door, painted black, she said, "This is the parlor." I tripped on the carpet. "I'm sorry, the what?" "The harem," Raisa repeated without missing a beat. She nudged me directly in front of the door and turned the knob. It swung open, and my jaw dropped at what I saw inside.

All of those hundred wives and mistresses of his have Human Cultivation. Even three of them had already stepped on the late stage of that rank. They were all fierce warriors and combat veterans in their own right. These harsh lands had honed them well. He assumed that this was also the reason why Ezedius did not invite even a single wife in this celebration. The big three among his harem would definitely find ways to cause trouble when they get to see each other within this dining hall. Thus, it was suicide to attack the city mayor now.

“As your wife, it would be incredibly disrespectful and purposefully hurtful for you to still require the services of a harem,” Annabelle says. “As such, I expect you to entirely dissolve your harem, releasing all of the girls – including Harper.” Caleb’s annoyance intensifies the longer Annabelle spoke. Who is she to make these kinds of demands upon him? His harem is a symbol of his power. Not all of the women within in were brought in solely for the use of his personal pleasure. The presence of certain women helped solidify a better relationship between the packs. To remove those women now would be an insult to the packs that entrusted Caleb with their care.

At the edge of the fountain, women were seated, giggling and playing with each other’s hair. The women in the harem looked a bit older than us, probably in their early thirties. Their eyes fell on us, and the devious smirk they shot us was not comforting at all. As we passed by them, I could’ve sworn I heard one of them mutter, “This year’s feast is definitely going to be an interesting one.” I don’t even want to know what that means. Rodrick led us into another section of the harem. A large room filled with bathtubs of steaming hot water came into view.

The gate swung open immediately when they saw us coming. Inside, several of our men were stationed around a lone figure. The man was on his knees, hands locked behind his head, eyes glued to the pavement beneath him. Others swept the perimeter in tight loops, watching every corner, ensuring no one else had dared trespass. I stepped out of the car, the air cooler here, salty from the ocean nearby. Buttoning my jacket with practiced ease, I approached the man on the ground. Behind me, the car door slammed as Jeremy joined, his presence a steady shadow to mine.

He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here. The third man was named Zephyr, a spiritual, otherworldly seer with the ability to communicate with the gods as it was typical of his people from far in the south. The last on the scroll was Thorne of the sword. Thorne was a passionate, intense sorcerer with a talent of pyromancy. These were the four men I was expected to look out for. I have never met any of these men before my entire life, and I wondered what meeting them tonight would be. Would they agree to be with me because I'm a Queen or because they actually want to be with me?

Now it’s stronger, and he looks scarier; feels more terrifying. Two men, whose backs are turned to her, bow to the alpha. The one by his right is dressed in a velvety wine-colored suit, while the one by his left looks rough around the edges, his whole attire made of black and brown leather. The shrieks and whispers continue in the background, especially from the women. “They’re here! The alpha’s brothers are back! The pack’s ambassador and the pack’s delight are here. Moon’s Wrath’s powerful trinity are finally together!”