Novel & Cerita Reverse Harem Short Stories

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.

Perfect. He set me on my feet carefully. I turned to face Marcus, letting him see the evidence of what we'd done. Dominic's cum was running down my thighs in thick streams, white against my skin. My pussy lips were swollen and red, gaping slightly, more of his release seeping out. Marcus's hand was still on his cock, frozen mid-stroke. His eyes were locked on my pussy, watching Dominic's cum drip from me. "Now you can finish," I said coldly. "But you do it while watching his cum leak out of the pussy you'll never touch again. And then you pack your shit and get out of my apartment."

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:

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

"We haven't had our fill yet, baby. And we have yet to find out who can make you scream louder. Scream for me, yeah?" That night, Farrah was twisted and folded to different positions as they took turns in fucking her and she suddenly regretted her decision. When they finally stopped, the sun was already shining and she was sore all over. She couldn't even lift a finger and her throat hurts. She wondered if she would be able to take her insatiable lovers. But then again, she couldn't deny that she loved every moment of it. END. * Next: Eat Me, Mr. Zombie A scientist is experimenting on a zombie and suddenly had a crazy idea. Can zombies still get it up so she could take a sperm example? She f

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

They swore it wouldn’t happen again. Swore with the smell of sex still hanging between them and their bodies tangled in sweat and silence. But Brielle knew the way Delilah clung to her after was not a goodbye. It was a promise. A weak one. One neither of them believed. When morning came, Delilah was gone from her side, the silk robe missing, her presence wiped clean like she had never been there. Except for the faint pink nail marks on Brielle’s back. The scent of her still clinging to her skin. The ache between her legs that reminded her exactly what she’d done. What they’d done.

Hell Marriage Chapter 24: Mated Alaina's POV I smiled satisfyingly as I heard Nicholas Scream the word stop, now the bitch will finally die and will be out of my hair forever, from the fear I heard in his voice it seems Connor killed her already, well that's.... Great!.

Instead, I nodded along with every point she made, agreeing with each one wholeheartedly. “I have a few I can give you to read. Have you ever heard of a Reverse Harem?” I wasn’t sure I’d ever see someone’s face contort into pure happiness the way Delaney’s did as I explained what a Reverse Harem was. This time, the whisper slipping past her lips wasn’t for show. She asked for more details, and even went as far as whipping out her phone to order a few. As class began and the professor hobbled in, his snowy hair slicked across a balding head, the room descended into silence.

My heart leaped into my throat as his lips explored mine; working them until they parted, and his tongue began to twirl in a rhythmic sync with my tongue. I knew I probably should have stopped it; with everything going on right now, Xaden and Zach going into war, Damien fighting with Sarah, the baby dragon running loose, and the fact that I’m apparently the Moon Queen reincarnate, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop anything happening between Harley and me.