Novel & Cerita My Taboo Harem!

Tara should’ve gone home an hour ago. The cleaning staff had already left. The whole floor was dark, except for the soft glow of her desk lamp. She claimed she was working on the Anderson pitch deck. But the tabs open on her laptop said otherwise. One showed a live chat with her best friend, daring her to finally act out the fantasy they’d joked about for years. Another had an online store cart open vibrators, silk cuffs, a discreet clit sucker toy. And the third?

Not sure what was going through her mind, I turned my attention back to the plates. "Look—" her voice echoed behind me and then I realized she had walked to meet me. I turned to face her and then she said herself into my arms. The way she hugged me made me lose my voice. I couldn't utter any word neither could I hear anything aside her heartbeat. "I really wish things are not this way but we can't change reality. We're good but we can't last. What we have is a taboo and I don't know how else to tell you that it's not okay to keep—"

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

“What are you doing in here? Get out! Mom and Dad are right down the hall!” Tyler stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He locked it. He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against the fabric. His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous. “I heard you,” he said, voice low and rough. “You were moaning my name while you fingered your little pussy. You were begging your stepbrother to breed you.” Harper’s face burned with shame. She clutched the sheet tighter to her chest.

"I realized Mrs. Gable forgot to leave these for you. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed." I held out the stack of towels. Olise stepped closer to take them. As his fingers brushed against mine, a sharp, electric jolt shot straight up my arm. He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted downward. He wasn't looking at the towels. My charcoal silk robe had loosened when I walked up the stairs, the lapels parting to reveal the bare expanse of my chest down to my stomach. Olise’s eyes traced the opening. His chest rose and fell in a shallow, uneven rhythm, his lips parting slightly. He was staring at me with a raw, unfiltered hunger that made the air in the hallway

“Better get dressed, sis. Wouldn’t want them to see what a mess your stepbrother made of you.” I stand up on shaky legs, cum dripping down my thighs, uniform ruined, body marked with hickeys and handprints. The taboo has only just begun. And I’m already addicted.

I stood there, stunned, while he turned toward her, his voice gone flat and cold. "I'd advise you not to waste your time on me," he said. "Whatever alliance my father is trying to arrange is not my concern, and it's certainly not yours to fix." The woman stared at him like she couldn't decide whether to be furious or humiliated. She chose both. She stood, grabbed her bag off the desk, and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame. I finally found my voice. "What was that?" Damon walked back to his desk and sat down like none of it had happened. "Was that jealousy, Tyler?"

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession. KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath. The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.

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“That’s why I’m here.” Elder Marcus’s thin lips pressed into a disapproving line. “The council chamber is no place for a child, regardless of her bloodline.” “I’m not a child.” Sabrina moved to the table, placing her notebook and the ancient texts before her. “I’m the future Luna, and I have concerns about the Harem tradition.” A ripple of murmurs passed through the Elders. Her father’s expression darkened. “This isn’t the time—“ “It’s exactly the time.” Sabrina opened her notebook to the marked page. “In the last twenty years, seventeen men have died in Harem systems across our allied packs. All officially recorded as accidents or honourable duels.”