Real Life Harem Novels & Stories

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”

Be there in a few <3 I laughed under my breath at my factual nickname for him and continued playing 'Thug Love' drooling over how hot Furore was. Shit, if I could only marry him. 'He is not even real' the same annoying inner voice of mine scoffed. My obsession with fictional characters and idols was getting outta control. I swear. I peeked at Cami seeing that the employee aiding her had her hands full with different sorts of undergarments in different colors and was struggling to keep up with her.

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.

Meanwhile, Harper made sure to take lots of pictures, in an attempt to document proof that the event was legitimate. I know I never dreamed of getting married, but the whole situation made me a little sad. After seeing what happened to my mother and her set of circumstances with my father, my view of marriage has been somewhat clouded. Well, to be honest, I don't believe in a happy ending for a relationship between two people. We all come back to my apartment, and the girls notice my sour mood, but they don’t say anything. Hank went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Prosecco. He popped the cork and served it in some glasses that Michelle took out from the cabinets.

I sat down and looked to her expectantly. “So… Um. I suppose we can start with the Harem itself? This is where King Xaden keeps the women from his conquests. He usually keeps four to six girls in his private wing for himself alone, but the Harem is like his reserve. The place he keeps courtesans he’s not really interested in anymore but doesn’t want to sell yet.” My stomach rolled with every word. By the gods. How awful. “We’re currently twenty girls in the Harem. Twenty one including you now. Um…” Her nose scrunched prettily as if she was trying to think of any other details she might’ve been missing.

*​​Harper* Three months. That’s how long it’s been since my life became a balancing act between love, ambition, and enough sexual pleasure to power a reality show. I’m basically the poster child for chaos, except now it comes with a wardrobe upgrade and a much better skincare routine. Unfortunately, it hasn’t come with a bigger closet.

Jace had to own up to that. "So anyway," Deni continued, "Freshman year, during the second after-party, which was ladies only, VeeGee told a story about the 'Secret of the Harem' where the ladies were very nice to each other, because their Sultan never took any of them more often than once a month. After telling this arousing story she wondered aloud if anybody wanted to try helping each other. I took her up on it, even though we were both pretty skittish. However, I had some practice with girlfriends, and she was eager. We did what felt good. It was very good. Things followed from that. Freshman first semester I had two bedrooms for the after-party/sleepover crowd, one where girls did thing

“I’m afraid our place caters to couples, and this is a big season for honeymoons and anniversaries. I have one room left if you boys are okay sharing though!” The three of us shrug. We’ve slept in cramped places together before. All males in our pack go through a combat training and wilderness preparedness program. It’s for when we can’t shift and rely on our animal to survive due to the proximity of humans. We had to share a two-person sized tent then, so we can survive this. “That will be fine thank you.” I tell her. “Oh, my what an interesting accent, are you from China?” She asks. I smile and shake my head. It’s not the first time someone has asked the same question.

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

“You know my new weapon?” “Oh, I know him all too well,” Direken replies, a dangerous smirk twisting his mouth. “He once belonged to my kingdom, but he defected to that hedonistic kingdom of Altinna. He’s part of the princess’s disgusting harem.” I should have seen this coming, should have realized that Direken would have shown up here. I curse the holes in my Sight, my arrogance in thinking Direken would go back to Ambrosia. I should have anticipated his alliance with the Oceanans.