Novel & Cerita Men Of The Harem

They lived in the cramped insides of the Harem, where fresh air was rare to find as the air there was consistently filled with sex, smoke, and sweat. The Harem was a busy and traumatizing place to be. So many men, mated and unmated, walked in and out every day, frequenting it. There were different sections too. Breeders who had been impregnated by some common wolves walked around with swollen bellies as the day of their labour drew near, while the pleasure house was the worst part of the Harem.

It felt as though I was just another piece of his collection of women, a trinket to be stored away until he desired me again. I had hoped I would not return to the harem, but it was where he wanted me, and the sweet, familiar scents of jasmine and sandalwood greeted me once again as I entered the harem. The other women sat on silk cushions, smoking or drying their skins off or indulging in whatever hobbies they thought would make them more attractive to Alpha Grey.

He said as he smiled at the cheerful crowd. “Together we can make this work. Men for men and together we can achieve the goal. My name is JEFSEXY and I stand with men for men.” Jefsexy said with a bow as he made his official introduction of himself and took his seat among the VIPs who had come to solicit for more support for the gay movement. “Alright ladies and gentlemen you're welcome to this amazing campaign initiative of freedom for the Gay.” The master ceremony said with his beautiful red slay queen attire.

It rumbled in its full glory as my eyes keenly observed her gown, that latest edition Louis Vuitton dress burned me with molten lava erupted after a furious explosion. It was so difficult to control myself, but suppressing my fury, I asked her, “Please pardon me for being nosy, are you the only lady serving His Majesty? What about the other girls in the harem?” My question directly hit her aching nerve as Amara’s face lost its color for a second. The two minions behind her spoke at once to brag about their sexual relationships. “His Majesty calls us twice a month during our fertile time. He is an upright man, taking care of his females in every possible way.”

I replied curtly. “Very good. You must have experience which is what we value the most here at the harem.” I nearly cringed as we approached the chambers. There were so many doors that I thought of just how many women the alpha was sleeping with. If every room was for two people, then that would be possibly up to fifty women! That was absolutely crazy. The fact that a tradition like this was still upheld made me want to puke. When we got to the room, she opened the door and got in.

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.

"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.

Their hearts aligning with hers, as if destiny itself had paused to listen. Lucian’s hand found her waist, steady and unyielding. “Let the Elders see us,” he murmured, voice like a promise of war. “Let them see what we’ve become.” Lorian’s gaze met hers, softer but no less fierce. “And let our people see that we have not forgotten them. That we are theirs, as much as they are ours.” Layla remained silent, but the firelight caught on her eyes, reflecting something sharp, dangerous, and utterly loyal. Her presence was a weight as steady as stone. A quiet strength to balance flame and fury.

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.