Novel & Cerita Men Of The Harem Webtoon

“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.

“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.”

“Used? She’s the best thing any of us ever had. Still is. We’re not letting her crawl back into that cage alone.” If that piece of shit laid a finger on her after we spent all night reminding her what she’s worth..” He didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t need to. The three men exchanged a look, silent agreement bound with loyalty and fresh possession. Whatever had driven Darcelle to them tonight, whatever scars Christopher had left, they weren’t letting it stand. She’d called them kings once, in the heat of it. Now they’d make sure she never knelt for anyone less again.

“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 bit my lower lip to conceal my mean smile, this slap was enough to shut the beak of that annoying red bird. “So, you all are trying to get pregnant, noble ladies. Then this book is helpful for the entire harem. Please accept it and forgive me for neglecting my work.” “Yes, sure. We will try it for sure!” Those minions’ enthusiasm was cut short by a thunderous growl. Lady Amara was shaking with fury. “That’s a mutt, a low life with no importance whatsoever.

HANA Alessandro and Vincenzo ignored me for the next thirty minutes as the men discussed who might have attacked us. Bash said that they are not accustomed to women taking part in MEN'S BUSINESS. I wonder in which century do they think they are living in. They don't like my presence, and Bash doesn't give a shit about what they liked or not. Still, I feel odd. It's not just men's business. It's a criminal's business. I should definitely not be a part of it. But wherever Bash is, I will be there.

CHAPTER 106 CARIE I watched in complete horror as the zipper slid down slowly. Sana scrambled off me, her hands flying to grab her shirt as her eyes went wide with panic. I grabbed my own clothes, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.. The tent flap opened, and I came face to face with Dark Mahmoud, his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. Behind him, I could see the silhouettes of their other archaeologists—Peter and Sarah. They were all covered in dust, their faces drawn from the travel.

I help them in this by taking on a muted bovine expression to avoid any undue attention. We pass an open store with wooden tables stained red with wine and bowls of curdled soup overflows. I watch the men throw their heads back, jaws yawning wide with guffaws of laughter, hands slapping the wooden tables with open palms or mugs brimming with ale. One servant girl with a freshly bruised eye leans past a man to pour him ale when the man turns and slips a hand beneath her skirt, groping up her thighs as if seeking the purchase of something valuable.

He kissed me hungrily, buried himself deep inside me, and held my trembling body tightly to him. When I felt his hot sperm flooding my womb, I lifted my dilated eyes up to look at him. “I've never been happier for a creampie,” I said with a satisfied smile. Henri chuckled. “If it works, you will get more.” I laughed at his suggestive tone and attempted to shift him off. But then, I caught sight of several people standing a short distance away from the Bentley, their eyes locked onto us. “Henri,” I called out sharply, my breath caught in my throat as I noticed Rahl, Alexander, the woman performing the ritual, and many more.