Reverse Harem Short Stories Novels & Stories

She came once with a broken sound, body clamping down on both of them, and they kept going through it. Grant finished first, buried deep in her ass with a low curse, pulsing hard. He pulled out and left her open and leaking. Cole followed a minute later, holding her down on his cock while he came inside her. When they finally let her off she collapsed onto the rug on her side, breathing hard, come sliding out of both holes onto her thighs. They weren’t done.

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

As my vision cleared, I saw them. A sea of men. Wealthy, powerful, and vile. They sat in plush velvet chairs, sipping champagne and chatting casually, as if they were at an art gallery rather than a human livestock market. The moment I stepped into the light, the chatter stopped. A wave of hungry, lustful silence washed over the room. I could feel their eyes roaming over every inch of my body—tracing the curve of my hips, lingering on my nipples, which had hardened from the cold and the sheer panic, and staring openly at the wetness of my fear between my thighs.

I could feel the blood soaking my back now. My dad saw me in the distance, his face twisting at the sight. He fought off two ancient ones from him, Larminiel sealing them right away. Stoic made his way towards me as a third ancient one joined my fight. I avoided most of their attacks, but I couldn't avoid them all. I was on the defensive the whole time unable to attack. Blood trickled down my arm, dripping from my finger down to the ground. I had small wounds all over, the biggest one being on my back. Haku and I were exhausted, we were beyond our limits.

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape. And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore. All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.

Damon pulled out, watching his cum drip from her well-fucked hole with a mix of satisfaction and regret. He tucked himself away, running a hand through his hair. “This changes nothing about my rules. It was a mistake.” Alia sat up on shaky legs, cum running down her thighs, and smiled. “It wasn’t a mistake. And we both know it won’t be the last time.” She straightened her dress and walked out, leaving him standing there amid scattered papers, the taste of forbidden pleasure still fresh. Professor Damon had finally broken. And Alia had never felt more alive

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."

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!.