Pokemon Fanfiction Ash Betrayed Harem Lemon の小説・ストーリー

My hands clenched into fists and I replied, "Don't you dare bring Zander into this. We're talking about you and me. Don't try to make me out to being the one in the wrong." Ash stepped dangerously close to me and cupped my face with his hand. I pushed his hand off my face and moved away from him. How dare Ash touch me. I didn't want his touch ever again. He had betrayed me in the worst possible way. Ash glanced around and closed the door. Then he came back towards me. I motioned for him to stop before he was right in front of me. Ash said, "Cleo, it's not my fault. I had to do this. I mean, you aren't even my mate. You're not valuable to me anymore."

The thought of facing her now, after deceiving not only the pack but also her, filled him with a profound sense of shame and regret. Ashier felt a deep sense of helplessness in that moment. He desperately wished there was something he could do to undo his words, to make amends for the betrayal. He longed to find a way to protect both his kingdom and Blair, to find a balance between his duty and his love.

“And if you still have feelings for him, we can always try a harem. I’m not against sharing… though I have to warn you.. I don’t play nice like he does.” I nearly choked on air but Asher leaned in closer, his voice turning low, rough, and shamelessly filthy. “I’d fuck you so much better than he ever could. I’d bend that pregnant little body of yours over every surface in this room and ruin you until you forget his name entirely... I’d give you the kind of revenge that leaves you shaking. And when I’m done, you’ll thank me for taking you away from that weak little snake who couldn’t even keep his own wife satisfied.”

All of them flickered through me, and the power drank deep from each emotion they stirred. I dropped to my knees with a gasp, eyes wide. And still, Ash didn’t let go. “Feel that?” he whispered, crouching beside me. “That’s the real you. Not some little wolf in heat. Not a mate-marked pawn. Not a curse.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple. “That,” he said, “is a goddess being born.”

I’ve barely eaten, barely slept, taking on extra responsibilities to avoid being around anyone. “Archie…Help me understand,” Ash pleads, his hands resting on his knees. When I look over at him, I don’t see anger in his eyes, more like some combination of hurt and confusion. We never keep secrets from each other. I was certainly hurt that he took a couple of days to tell me that he was mated to Saph. This situation is different. “What’s there to understand, Ash? She’s destined for me, and me for her.” Yaya tightens her hold around my neck, and I can’t help but melt into her.

There was one thing I could vouch for with this bitch—she was unable to keep a secret and would sell out her partner in crime just to get what she wanted. “I met Ashira during my vacation. She told me she knew me very well, and I believed her because she told me about my father and showed me a photo of you four. She said she was your betrothed, but she only wanted Asher. She promised to let me have Axel.” Before she could finish, Asher chuckled softly, shaking his head. “That was a fair transaction. You are such a smart she-wolf,” Asher said. It sounded more like a mockery to me than a compliment to her, but she fucking grinned.

“Well, I tried to be. For a few seconds.” “What are you doing?!” I asked, anxiety flooding my senses. Asher’s eyes roamed my body for a second, “I want to have a little taste of you before Alpha Damon comes.” “Asher, have you gone mad”.I couldn't help but ask, “Let go of me now” “No, No, you little murderer, You are all mine tonight”. He said with a devilish smile on his face. “From tomorrow, you can go on and be Damon’s whore”

“He’ll never touch you or our child again. We’ll make sure of it.” Dante nuzzled her neck. “You’re not property anymore, princess. You’re our woman. Our future wife. The mother of our babies. We love you too. More than this empire. More than anything.” Ashley cried softly between them, safe in their arms, surrounded by mirrors that reflected three broken people slowly becoming whole. The betrayal had cut deep. But their love — dark, possessive, and real — was healing her in ways she never expected.

He looked so small, so broken. Ash knelt behind him. He didn’t use lube. He just spat on Finn’s hole and on his own dick, which was already hardening again. He grabbed Finn’s hips and, with one smooth, powerful thrust, buried himself to the hilt. Finn cried out, his hands clenching into fists. Ash was long, and he hit deep inside him, a perfect, steady pressure. “Fuck him, Ash,” Elias said, his voice a low growl. “Fuck him like you own him.”