Reverse Harems Novelas e Histórias

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.

"It floats high above the campus. A flawless 360-degree view. But look at this algorithm! Every night, Raziel shifts its axis three times. Each shift takes exactly five minutes." I tap the screen, a vicious smile spreading across my face. "A five-minute blind spot. That's our breach window." "But that's just the sky," Arlo warns, his voice tight. "The ground is covered by the others. Whose zone are you breaking through?" I immediately skip the Archangel and the Vampire. Absolute suicide. That leaves the mythical beasts. "Chimera?" I tap the screen, instantly disgusted by the lore. "Symbolizes 'shattered dreams and illusions'. Absolutely not. That is terrible juju for my bank account. Skip."

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Elroi said, excited to ride on the passenger winlax. Soon, Jin, Catrina, Devora, Elroi, and Anna boarded the back of the passenger winlax and it began to fly away from bison Island to Haremlap Village. Haremplap is a small village in the province of the 2nd island called Sableu Island. There are three Islands positioned in a triangle, Velmont at the top led by the Crow Ax gang, Bison island on the left led by the Bison Tribes and Bison cult currently at odds, and Sableu Island on the right where the gangs, sect, tribe, cult and other groups live far away from the world's affair. Only Haremlap Village has been convinced by the Crow ax gang to submit to their leadership.

I hoped to goddess I hadn't landed with a friend of Alpha Marcus or I was dead meat. Lucas stared at me for a moment. Then he said, "This is the Blood Moon Pack." Dumbfounded, I stared at him. Blood Moon? Slowly, realization dawned and what blood I had left drained from my face. "B - but..." My brain scrambled for words as I tried to say something. Anything. Lucas simply looked at me with that expressionless expression on his face. The Blood Moon Pack was rumored to be the most ruthless pack in werewolf history. No, not rumored. They *were* the most ruthless pack in werewolf history! And their Alpha...

After staring at them for a long time, I finally decide to talk. “I think I might have … uh.. misunderstood the purpose of the Concordant Ritual.” I say, looking at their faces. “The Harem will be dissolved right away. All the girls will be sent home to their various packs and all you elders in my counsil will be punished for not properly explaining to me why the Harem was created in the first place.” Their eyes widen in shock as horror spreads across their face. “Alpha Reagan.” Malcom calls in disbelief. “What do you mean by that?”

My best friend Rita had always been the elegant, composed Luna of the Blackmoon Pack. But ever since Alpha Keiran was crippled in that brutal ambush six months ago, she had been quietly falling apart. The once-dominant Alpha could barely get out of bed, let alone pin his Luna down and fuck her the way her body demanded. No more marathon knotting sessions. No more being filled and claimed until she was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Rita’s heat cycles had become pure torture — her pussy constantly aching, her wolf howling for real dominance.

But the harem seems like the best idea. I moved with my gun behind me, my mask was still intact. I stepped into the huge mansion, I just need to find the harem. I was almost down the hall way when I began to hear loud moans. The harem was definitely close by, I smirked when I got to the end of the hallway. The moans was louder this time. I pushed the left door with my feet. I cringed, the women here were all naked and they were being fucked by some of the soldiers. Mateo should have been here to see this. He ordered this soldiers to keep his territory safe, but they were here keeping the pussy of his whores safe, interesting.

"Coward." Anne growled. "I dare you to say that again." "Coward. Heartless, soulless bitch. Whatcha gonna do about that?" Saira taunted. "I have Ethan's friend." Anne blurted out. "Harrison Erics." "Liar." She said. "Harry would never be so stupid as to fall into your trap." "Oh, but he did." Anne responded. "Just listen. Talk!" She yelled at someone on the other side. "Saira." Harry rasped.

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.