Reverse Harem Mangas Novels & Stories

I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.

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I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

North lost track as Mariwyn wish-listed her harem, all composed of men North had never met and didn’t know how to visualize. Instead, she stroked the fabric and listened to Mariwyn, who was lost in her fantasy. For North, she had already found her harem, and she had no interest in expanding it, but she enjoyed seeing Mariwyn’s clear delight at the idea of bringing together all the men who interested her. She wasn’t certain if Orin’s sister would actually go through with it, or if it was simply all talk, but she was happy to introduce her to the notion—and even happier to accept the fabrics Mariwyn gifted her more than an hour later, including the pink material.

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

Their black identical coats draped over their huge forms with their dress shoes looking immaculate. Soft curls styled to perfection and multiple rings adorning their fingers. They all looked the same but in different ways. What caught my eye were the black-inked words craved into their knuckles on each of their right hands it didn't look like a sentimental thing and the design was what made it clear. It looked dangerous, hazardous even. смерть перед бесчестием (Death before dishonor) That was sketchy as fuck, sketchier than them kidnapping me but I knew that nobody could be trusted and I felt that the trio had their own skeletons hidden away in their closets along with demons to fight.

" Right then, Callum thoughtfully draped a blanket over Jonah's lap, carefully hiding his swollen belly. Having found nothing conclusive, the cops left after a few perfunctory warnings. Trailing behind the cops, I caught Jonah's eyes wide with terror through the cracks as they shut the door. Then, I watched in horror as countless tiny white worms fall off his wheelchair. My hands flew up to clap over my mouth as I rushed down the stairs. That was just disgusting! … Even after that day, Jonah kept streaming. I couldn't help but wonder if someone as tough and prideful as he was could really endure this forever. … A week later, I lounged in bed and watched his latest livestream. Tonight's meal

“What rites?” Axel hesitated, then answered honestly. “A convergent bond.” Silence fell on the room at his words. I felt Lina stir sharply, recognition flashing through her. “A reverse-harem ritual,” Gina spat, disgust curling her lip. “Say it plainly.” A wave of shock swept the room. “That’s obscene!” “Unnatural!” “Blasphemy!” Kieran smiled faintly. “You should hear the success rate.” Gina rounded on him. “This is a stunt. A distraction.”

The curse hummed contentedly inside her, sated for now. But Giselle knew it would never truly be satisfied. Tomorrow there would be more women. New toys. Even darker scenarios. She was no longer the powerful witch who controlled others. She was the center of a growing reverse harem, a quivering, overstimulated goddess whose only purpose was to be pushed further and further until she could do nothing but beg for more. And as Lena kissed her swollen clit one last time, Giselle whispered hoarsely, a broken, blissful smile on her lips: